i was my mistake

Was she not the only one who came back through time travel, or did many things come back with time travel?

And the sentence that followed made her break out in a cold sweat.

"I know you're watching, someone from the future."

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, as if she felt someone was watching her, she turned her head and looked around.

However, the pedestrians coming and going seem to look normal.

None of them looked too eccentric.

She looked back at the paper and realized it was just a joke in the 'Daily Humor' section.

The content is a funny dialogue between a psychopath and other people.

She was slightly relieved, but not completely relaxed.

"This... is also a coincidence?"

When people are suspicious, they will associate everything with what they think.

Just like when people are afraid of ghosts, even the swaying shadows of trees will be regarded as ghosts, even if it is just a gust of cold wind blowing, they will feel that ghosts are lying on their bodies.

But in fact it was just a coincidence.

She threw the newspaper back into the cart basket, seeming to have lost interest in it, or not wanting to read any further for the time being.

She looked at the basketball court and found that Ye Chen had joined the improvised basketball team.

A mix of junior high school students and high school students, she is 1.6 meters [-], but she doesn't look too short - she is probably at the middle level.

The handsome young man whom he had met a few times before was also here this time. He always appeared on this field with his friends, but the other two had already distanced him a bit—the one he saw last time At that time, the three of them were about the same height.

The short and handsome boy was blocked by someone. With his height, he couldn't shoot even if he jumped up, because the opponent didn't even need to stand on tiptoe, he just needed to raise his arm to block it.

It was a boy with a height of 1.7 meters [-], which is considered tall here.

"Xiaoyao, pass the ball!!" His companion immediately yelled.

"Give it to me!" Ye Chen shouted hastily.

"Three points!" The boy named Xiaoyao quickly threw the ball and it landed firmly in Ye Chen's hands.

She hasn't played for a long time, so she is somewhat nervous now.

But the others had already surrounded him, so he jumped slightly without hesitation, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc in midair, but it seemed that the strength was not strong enough, and it just barely hit the basket, and then was bounced out.

The boy named Xiaoyao took advantage of the gap at this time to grab the basketball, then stood under the backboard and tried to jump up, hooking the basketball into it.

For her height, it took considerable skill and luck to do so.

"Dong Gulu—"

"Come in!"

"Awesome!"

"Xiaoyao can do it!"

Whether it was a companion or an opponent, everyone cheered.

Although no one came to bump into the only girl in the stadium, Ye Chen was so tired that he was sweating profusely after running continuously.

Finally, when everyone announced that the day was over like this and they were ready to go home, Ye Chen was already drenched in sweat.

When the cold winter wind blows, the sweat immediately cools down and condenses on the skin like small ice beads, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Sister, your three-pointer is amazing!"

"It's not bad, only three hits."

"Three out of five votes are already great! My name is Shi Haiming, what's your name, sister?" The rather bold boy approached slightly and asked with a smile.

I have to admit that he is really handsome. Even if he doesn't wear makeup, he will be a star directly on the TV screen, and there will be no sense of disobedience.

"Ye Chen, uh... do you often play here?"

"Yes, you can continue to come in the future."

"Okay, but it depends on whether you have time." Ye Chen looked at the handsome young man who directly wiped his sweat with his sleeve, "What's your name?"

"Mo Xueyao."

"Are you a girl?" She had already had this suspicion.

"Pfft—" Shi Haiming laughed out loud.

"I knew it..." The other boy couldn't hold back his face and wanted to laugh out loud. Obviously, as his friend, this kind of thing often happens.

"I'm a boy!" Mo Xueyao felt helpless, "It's a boy, not a girl."

"Oh... she's so pretty, even with a crew cut, she still looks pretty, and her name is so girlish..."

"I can't help it. Grandpa took it." She spread her hands.

"By the way, this is also our good brother. His name is Li Gutao. We usually call him A Tao. Every time we play, the three of us come together."

"The relationship is really good." Ye Chen couldn't help thinking of Jiang Xing and Yang Zeng.

"Haha, we are good brothers—then sister Ye Chen, let's go!"

"Okay, see you next time."

"See you next time!"

……

52. Sew and mend

The school uniform jacket that I wore for a week was spinning in the washing machine. Although hand washing would be cleaner, Wan Qing is obviously not the kind of person who is hardworking enough to wash clothes by hand.

Unless the washing machine is obviously not clean, she will take it out and wash it again.

"Ye Chen, after washing, check to see if it's clean. If it's clean, let's hang it out at night." Wan Qing yawned, and sat at the dining table in her pajamas, "I haven't eaten yet, why do I feel sleepy... ..."

"I have to do my homework later, why don't you drink some tea to wake up?"

"It's probably because I just took a bath and it's so comfortable, um..." She felt warm all over her body. Even with the window open, she didn't feel the chill from winter at all, and even felt the cold wind blowing on her face , there is a particularly sassy coolness.

It's like sitting in the yard full of flowers in spring, sleepy and comfortable...

Dinner was cakes packed from my father, I didn’t eat there mainly because business was good today, and the three small tables were all occupied.

Anyway, things like embedded cakes can be packed in plastic bags, and it is convenient to pack.

If you are really not hungry, you can leave it first, and steam it in the pot when you want to eat it.

Although it is not as delicious as freshly made ones, the taste is not too bad, and the main thing is convenience.

There was the sound of water being thrown from the washing machine in the bathroom, and Ye Chen was lying on the washing machine and shaking it together.

It's not that she has any special hobbies, but that the washing machine needs someone to press the lid, otherwise the water may not be able to spin out.

I don't know what's wrong, it didn't have to be so troublesome when I first moved in.

"Huh... the shock made me numb all over..." She muttered softly, looked at the washing machine that was slowly stopping, let out a sigh of relief, and walked out with the washed clothes in the washbasin.

Both of their clothes are hung on the small balcony in the bedroom, while father's clothes are usually hung by the window in the living room.

"Dad's clothes always feel dirty." She glanced at the crumpled clothes hanging by the window, "It seems to still have a smell."

"Papa's clothes are not so easy to wash. You can either wash them by hand or put them in the laundry."

There are two types of laundries in this era. One is the use of various modern items, such as drum washing machines, laundry detergent with strong decontamination, and the other is traditional laundries, which are purely hand-washed. Most of the time, laundry soap is also used, and most of them are washed with laundry detergent.

Interestingly, the former is much more expensive than the latter, obviously the latter is the real handmade, that is, the so-called 'cleaner' one.

Of course, it is actually because the two customers have different positioning. The former usually washes clothes that are not convenient for ordinary people to wash.

The latter generally do a lot of laundry, and those who deliver the laundry are mostly adult men with busy jobs and upper-middle wages.

They usually accumulate a large bag of clothes, and then take them away to wash them in one go, and then bring them back after they are dried.

Wan Qing remembered that her father had said that there used to be a special laundry room in the factory, and those big ladies washed clothes for bachelors without wives, which was considered part of the factory benefits.

And those who have a daughter-in-law will not send them there for washing. It seems that everyone agrees that women should complete all housework including washing clothes.

——Even if they have their own jobs, they go to and from get off work at the same time as their husbands.

Wan Qing is a contradictory person, she always says some extreme things aimed at women, but she feels that the society's default allocation is ridiculous when it comes to such things.

Perhaps when thinking about these things, the appearance of the mother appeared in my mind, and I subconsciously distinguished them.

"It's finished drying, should Jinyu have a good meal? Do you want to go to her room to do homework?"

"Go and knock on the door to have a look." Wan Qing picked up the embedded cake on the table and put it into her bosom, planning to eat it as a snack when she was hungry.

The biggest advantage of doing homework in Zhao Jinyu's room is that the desk is spacious and the sense of immersion is strong.

Because her room was tidy, without too many clutter, and the warm light from the big desk lamp also made it easier for people to concentrate.

"Have you finished your cake?"

"I'll eat later." Wan Qing patted her pocket.

"Oh, then I'll eat it first, it will get cold after eating, and it won't taste good." While eating, she put on her slippers, pushed open the door, and walked a few steps to Zhao Jinyu's house across the street Before, "Jinyu, Jinyu? Are you home yet?"

"Coming~" Zhao Jinyu's brisk voice came from the room, followed by the sound of footsteps.

She quickly opened the door and welcomed the two of them in. Because they came here often, they were already familiar with which pair of slippers they wore.

"Have you eaten yet?" Wan Qing glanced at the projector lights in the living room, the multicolored lights were slowly rotating, adding a bit of dreamlike mood to the ordinary living room.

"Well, after eating a bowl of light wontons, I don't have much appetite today."

"What a coincidence, I don't have much appetite either." Wan Qing looked back, "Have you started doing your homework yet?"

"No, I'm trying to relax before I start."

The way Zhao Jinyu relaxes his mind seems to be to turn off all the lights at night, only turn on the projection lamp, and then use the vinyl record player to play melodious music.

Although petty bourgeois sentiment, but it does make people feel very comfortable.

Wan Qing and Ye Chen, who come here often, are a little used to this way of relaxation.

"Then continue to relax for a while, I will eat the cake by the way." Ye Chen said, took another bite of the cake, and chewed slowly with his mouth closed - this is what I learned from Zhao Jinyu, she didn't know it before Eat with your mouth closed.

Wan Qing always eats with her mouth open now, and when she eats quickly, it is easy to make a sound of 'baji baji'.

As for politeness or hygiene?

She probably won't care about it.

People who care too much about what other people think will not do well in this society.

She is polite and respectful unless she needs to gain something from others.

However, Ye Chen is different from her. She thinks that being polite is necessary at any time, and as a girl, she should behave like a girl...

So, what is it like to be a girl?

Is it a manifestation of inequality in itself to make girls look like girls?

……

Wan Qing felt that she had a good dream last night, and she felt extremely refreshed—of course, it might be because she only woke up at ten o'clock today and had so much sleep.

Ye Chen got up early, and was sitting at the desk shaking his legs. It seemed that he was not doing homework, but reciting words.

The midday sun dispelled the chill of winter, and it was so warm that Wan Qing narrowed her eyes.

"Why didn't you call me today?"

"Ah? Oh... Seeing that you are sleeping so soundly, I didn't call you."

"Yesterday was indeed a sweet dream..." She jumped off the bed, not feeling cold at all, but when she put on the sweater, she still couldn't help grinning her teeth.

No matter how many times she wears it, she still resists the feeling of wearing a sweater in winter.

"Have you had breakfast?" she asked again.

"I didn't eat..."

"You idiot, you won't eat if I don't do it?" Wan Qing rolled her eyes angrily, "You won't starve to death, what time is it now?"