i was my mistake

"Isn't that what you want to learn now?"

"Cough um..."

"I'm still very good at things like repairing and assembling electrical appliances - although the skills I'm good at have been eliminated by the times in a short period of time." Wan Qing smiled lightly, but Ye Chen There was a lot of sadness in this plain tone.

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11. Long talk

(One)

A brand new checkered tablecloth was spread on the small square table, which immediately added a touch of style to it.

Ye Chen looked at the new vase in the wine cabinet by the door, and glanced left and right: "Take this vase out and put it on the table, and put a bouquet of flowers in it, it must be very beautiful."

"Trouble." Wan Qing rolled her eyes and put the bag of messy parts on the table.

I just bought it from a street stall, and besides the whole set of accessories, there are also some machines that are sold as scrap parts—all of them are tape machines without exception.

Such a big bag only cost five yuan.

If you are lucky, you can even assemble three tape drives, and even if you are unlucky, you can assemble one.

Wan Qing is not a fool, it is impossible to buy back all the broken machines and accessories.

"... Just change the water every few days. It will make the room look very lively. After all, it is the place where you live, so you should decorate it well?"

"You still have this habit?" Wan Qing seemed to know herself for the first time.

"Cough! I just watched TV, the houses of beautiful girls are like this."

Wan Qing glanced at him with a chuckle, and poked her own forehead: "This is the soul of an uncle, don't think of me too beautifully."

Ye Chen sat down on the chair next to Wan Qing: "Are you going to start pretending now?"

"Don't worry, I have to see what parts are there... I haven't played with these things for a long time, and I have to warm up my hands again." Wan Qing said, and took out a pack of Hongtashan from her pocket just bought downstairs, and opened it. Open the plastic package and pick up one very skillfully.

"Will my future self still smoke?"

"Smoking, when you are under too much pressure, you can only smoke to relieve it, and it gradually becomes a habit." Wan Qing looked at Ye Chen with a smile, "How about it, boy, do you want to try it? "

"No, no, smoking is bad for your health, I don't smoke."

"If I had always followed the rules like you, I wouldn't have known which stinky ditch I would have died in." Wan Qing raised her brows disdainfully, readjusted the position of the cigarette holder, and lightly touched the mouth with her pink and tender lips. With it in his mouth, the lighter was pressed down with a 'click', and a small flame sprang up and lit the cigarette.

Wan Qing narrowed her eyes, as if seeing an old friend, took a deep breath gently and greedily, and then coughed violently.

"Cough cough...cough cough uh...!!"

"Are you okay?" Ye Chen looked at her worriedly.

"Hiss...spicy... so choking..."

"...You don't actually know how to smoke, do you?"

"It's just that this body isn't used to it." Wan Qing wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and took another breath in disbelief. Ye Chen couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Cough...uh..." Wan Qing almost struggled to straighten up, and threw the cigarette butt into the toilet in the bathroom. The hot cigarette butt collided with the water, making a 'sizzling' sound.

"Are you okay?"

"Do you only know this sentence, kid?" Wan Qing glanced at him, "I've never found it so difficult to smoke before... Pour me some water."

"Where is there water?" Ye Chen's words made her ask.

There seems to be no teapot for boiling water at home.

"Is there any extra teapot at home? Bring one when the time comes."

"You're really welcome..."

"What's so polite, isn't that my own home?"

Ye Chen froze for a few seconds, then nodded slowly: "It seems... that's right?"

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(two)

The tools for repairing and assembling are also bought at small stalls without any packaging. The screwdriver is just a screwdriver, and the wrench is just a wrench. They are all separate. They don’t look very clean and seem to be second-hand.

Maybe it came out of the factory.

After all, there are many tools like this in every factory.

Ye Chen was very interested in these mechanical structures, and watched intently from the side.

This has been the case since he was a child. At that time, his father praised him as a good seedling for a worker.

You must know that in my father's day, this was a word full of praise.

Every time my father talked about how he passed the screening and successfully entered the factory as a layman, he was full of pride and pride.

"This is the pulley, this is the belt, and this is the turning machine. This is the most important part of the machine. It is driven by them. This belt is broken. Remember later. If any machine belt is good, give it Take it apart."

"Okay!" Ye Chen even wanted to try it himself, "Shall I take it apart too?"

"Okay, you can take any one and disassemble it, and it will always work if you turn the screws."

"Even if you are me who has learned a lot in the future, don't underestimate me." Ye Chen picked up the screwdriver, picked out the most broken machine, and started to disassemble it like Wan Qing.

The two started doing the same thing.

One has a bit of nostalgia, and the other has a bit of novelty.

"You don't need to study too hard, anyway, these will be eliminated in a few years."

"Is it always useful?"

"There's a use for it." Wan Qing scolded with a smile, "Do you know how many functions the mobile phone will have in the future?"

"Has... what function?"

"You can listen to music, watch TV, make phone calls, send text messages, browse the web... play high-definition games that are more than ten times better than the current picture, and you can also use it for office work, and you can make calls as long as there is an Internet connection, and there is no phone bill."

"Wow! The future technology is so powerful? Will this save a lot of phone bills?"

"Overall, it is cheaper than the phone bill in this era."

Ye Chen cast envious glances at her, envious that she had gone through the future: "Then what will the mobile phone of the future look like? With so many functions integrated, will it be bulky?"

"No, it's smaller than the big brother, um... probably about the same size as this tape drive, and the whole screen is covered. Have you ever seen that kind of black glass?"

"I've seen it."

"Probably a piece of black glass like that."

"Then, where are the buttons for operation? Are they on the back?"

"You don't need buttons, you can operate it by touching the screen, there are cameras on the front and back, and you can make video calls."

"Video phone... Video phone?!"

"Yes."

"Have the contents of these science fiction novels really come true?" Ye Chen even put down the screwdriver in his hand, and looked at Wan Qing excitedly.

"Well, it's nothing unusual to me."

"The future is amazing, I really want to go to the future soon..."

"Give up your mind." Wan Qing sarcastically said, "How advanced the technology is in the future, the hope of life will be so slim. Living is indeed not a problem, but the road to the top is almost blocked. Can you get on? go."

"Impossible, is there something wrong with you? Not working hard enough, or something like that."

"The future is such an era - an era where hard work may not necessarily lead to success, understand?"

"How could this be..." Ye Chen was disappointed, but he soon cheered up again, "But this is just your one-sided opinion, I have to see the future with my own eyes to be sure."

"Oh, quite stubborn."

"seeing is believing."

Wan Qing looked at his face, showing firmness and dissatisfaction with her pessimistic attitude.

Think about it carefully, since when did she become easily shaken, and when did she start to have no hope for everything in the future?

Hope is something more precious than gold.

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(three)

The whole night was just sorting out the usable parts, and it was nearly twelve o'clock.

At midnight like this, even the lights of the city are dimmed a lot.

Wan Qing was not in the mood to drag Ye Chen to take a bath together today, she took a bath first, and then lay down on the soft round bed.

In the dimly lit city, even the purple clouds can be seen very clearly.

Her life, and even the world, may change because of her every move.

But she has no psychological burden.

She doesn't care what the world is like, she just wants this young self not to suffer the hardships she once suffered, not to have so much pain and regret.

"Jingle Bell--"

The landline in the living room rang.

"Wan Qing—phone!" Ye Chen yelled in the bathroom, but Wan Qing ran out barefoot, grabbed the phone, and picked it up.

"Hey?"

"Hello!? Is that you? I...my future daughter?"

"It's me, my name is Wan Qing."

"Ye Wanqing? Hehe...I chose this name? It sounds nice..."

Wan Qing didn't refute or explain, but just asked indifferently: "What's the matter, did that happen?"

"It's really, really on fire! And it's a big fire! She, she, she is still in the hospital today. I don't know what will happen. The doctor said that it was mainly because she inhaled more harmful gases when she escaped, and then Heart attack from being too tense and flustered...is she going to be okay?"

Wan Qing's heart skipped a beat.

She had never heard the details of the incident from her father.

It's just that my mother occasionally mentioned that her factory was on fire, and her father went to her hospital to see her. The two gradually deepened their relationship, and finally got together.

"...Don't worry, in your timeline, she will be fine for the time being."

"Temporarily? Is it..."

Wan Qing interrupted him: "At least until I marry you and have a baby, nothing will happen."

The man on the other end of the phone was suddenly silent. He took a few deep breaths: "You mean, you mean... Later, later she...?"

"The later version of her might die." Wan Qing seemed to understand something, "I'm afraid it was also due to a heart attack."

"How could this be?"

"Don't panic. The future can be changed. Take good care of your mother and let her avoid any sequelae as much as possible. Maybe you can delay the relapse." Wan Qing grabbed the microphone, "You must let your mother rest well. Life should also make her happy... Do you understand?"

"I, I... probably understand?"

"Don't be afraid, the future can definitely be changed, for sure." Wan Qing remembered the bed that was different from what she remembered, and her tone gradually became firmer, "After this, I will leave it to you to take care of my mother...Father .”

"it is good……!"

"Hey, your time is up, you want to queue up at the back!"

With this slightly impatient voice, the phone was hung up again.

Wan Qing slowly put down the microphone, looked at the snow-white wall——

Take a deep breath.

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