i was my mistake

"I saw it with my own eyes! She got out of a Mercedes and kissed an old man!"

"impossible!"

"I lied to you that I am a dog!"

"Lolo would never do that!"

"I saw them walking towards a house with my own eyes!"

"Fuck you, Yang Zeng, don't make such jokes!"

"I'm kidding your mother, if you don't believe me, I'll take you to see it!"

Jiang Xing clenched his teeth: "...Let's go!"

"Let's go too!" Ye Chen hurriedly shouted.

Wan Qing saw Zhao Jinyu coming from Class [-], and waved her hand vigorously: "Jinyu—you go back first, we have something to do today!"

"Okay, then shall I go back first?"

"Ok!"

……

(Fives)

The heavy rain kept falling, as if it wanted to extinguish the burning fire in Jiang Xing and Yang Zeng's hearts.

They turned the alley and saw the Mercedes parked there.

Jiang Xing had half believed in his heart, but he still wanted to see the truth with his own eyes before he could fully believe it.

"I'm afraid this matter is not so easy to solve..." Wan Qing felt an inexplicable premonition.

On the other hand, Ye Chen was extremely disturbed.

In the end, the old man and Luo Shijin didn't wait until they came down together. Although there was hardly a few seconds between when they got down, Luo Shijin didn't admit that she knew the man who drove the Mercedes.

Jiang Xing and Yang Zeng quarreled.

One said that his good brother lied to him and made such a silly joke, and the other roared that what he said was true, and the woman in front of him was completely lying.

And when the phrase "do you believe in a brother or a woman you have only known for a few days" came out of Yang Zeng's mouth, the emotions of the two finally reached the moment when the powder keg exploded, and they yelled and scuffled. Together.

Wan Qing's expression was a little indifferent.

Ye Chen stepped forward anxiously to reconcile, and finally let the two separate.

"Yang Zeng, are you okay? Shall I take you back?" Standing at the intersection of the alley, Ye Chen asked worriedly.

Yang Zeng limped while holding the umbrella, with a smile uglier than crying: "No, I'll just go back by myself...you don't have to worry about me, go back early."

Ye Chen looked at Wan Qing subconsciously, and the latter nodded slightly: "Let him go back alone, he needs to be quiet."

"Ah...then, that's fine." Ye Chen pursed his lips lightly, "Be careful on the road and walk slowly."

"Thank you, although you are a girl, you are more like my brother than that silly bee." He grinned, but immediately bared his teeth because of the wound involved, "Hiss—this dog is really ruthless... ..."

"You must slow down on the road!"

"Okay." Yang Zeng shook the rain on the broken umbrella, responded softly without looking back, and gradually moved away in the hazy rain and fog.

……

(six)

After such a heavy rain, even wearing a rain cape, it is inevitable that the body will feel a little wet, and some rainwater even slipped down the cheeks and down the neck.

The two took turns taking a hot bath. This was the only time they could feel relaxed after the whole day.

"Ah..." Ye Chen crawled into Wan Qing's already warm bed, and shook her hair that was still a little wet even though she had blown it with a blow dryer, "I don't know why today, but I feel so sleepy."

"Me too, it seems like I haven't closed my eyes for several days and nights."

"so sleepy……"

"But I always feel that I shouldn't just sleep like this..."

Suddenly, the two felt an uncomfortable electric sound coming from their ears.

It's like the sound of electric current when the stereo is not connected properly.

"Om-"

The two even felt that they were deaf, and all the sounds from the outside world seemed to be inaudible.

They could see each other open their mouths to speak, but they couldn't hear each other's voice—not even what they said themselves.

The brows of the two were tightly furrowed, and the world in front of them was plunged into darkness.

……

(Seven)

It was a misty morning, with light rain falling in the sky, and the drowsy sky made it impossible to get up.

"What's going on... My head hurts so much." Wan Qing crawled up clutching her forehead, feeling like she didn't sleep at all last night.

She rubbed her throbbing temples vigorously, and slowly sat up from the bed.

"It feels like it's been raining for the past few days." Ye Chen turned over, half-closed his eyes and muttered in a low voice.

"Yes."

"It's so cold."

"Ah."

"It feels like it's been raining for a month."

"I think the second half of the year."

"Your rhetorical technique is even more exaggerated than mine..."

"It's not rhetorical, but it's really how it feels."

Wan Qing plucked up the courage to get out of bed first, put the sweater on in a 'crackling' way, then walked quickly into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet.

Looking at the icy tap water, she didn't reach out to touch it, but turned off the faucet quickly: "Let's boil some hot water to wash, it's too cold..."

……

(Eight)

"There's a lot of hair at home..." Ye Chen walked into the living room staggeringly, and threw that lock of hair into the trash can.

"Can you stop repeating a sentence so many times?"

"Huh? I just said it once."

"I feel like you said it seven or eight times this morning."

"I just woke up, okay, the only lock of hair I threw in the trash can, where did it come from seven or eight times..."

Wan Qing froze for a moment, feeling a flash of light in her mind, but she couldn't catch it, she could only look at herself in the mirror, and brushed her teeth silently.

……

63. What do you think of?

(One)

Familiar rain, familiar fog.

It seemed like I had been waking up and living in this weather for a month or more.

But that is obviously impossible.

Although the weather in the south is rainy, it is always impossible to be so humid without sunny days.

Think about it again, was yesterday really yesterday?

I always feel that the yesterday in my memory was already a long time ago.

My father was squatting on the ground smoking a cigarette. The flickering cigarette was floating in the air like a will-o'-the-wisp, and even the dim street lamps seemed to be stained with the darkness of night.

The two bicycles slowly stopped in front of her father's stall, Wan Qing finally grasped some kind of broken picture at that moment.

——It seems that I will ask my father here if he still has embedded cakes.

She frowned and fell silent, so her father said with a smile: "Hey, it's so early, what do you want to eat? There are still some leftovers for everything."

"Do you have lean meatballs?" Wan Qing asked, although this was not the image that flashed through her mind just now, it still made her feel very familiar.

"Yes, but there is only one portion left. Take the lean meatballs to eat? I'm afraid it will be cold at school."

"Well... I can sit in the back and eat slowly on the road."

"Okay, I'll make it for you, how about you two?" Father smiled and looked at Ye Chen and Zhao Jinyu.

"I'll just stick to the cake." Zhao Jinyu pursed his lips and smiled.

"Uh... I feel like I'm a bit tired of eating cakes lately." Ye Chen scratched his head, "How about some fried rice?"

"Row!"

The conversation is equally familiar.

Wan Qing looked at the big white dog who was curled up next to the trash can. The latter seemed to notice her gaze, turned his head slightly, then stood up, stretched himself, and limped along with his tail wagging come over.

"Dad, this dog is always here."

"Yeah, haha, I'll be 'off work' later, and it will 'off work' too!"

"Where does it go?"

"Who knows, maybe there is a warmer and more sheltered place in the alley." Father shook his head, "This winter is so cold, I don't know if it will survive."

Wan Qing suddenly looked at Ye Chen, and a sentence popped up in her mind: "Oh, it would be great if I could take it in..."

"Oh, it would be great if I could take it in, but unfortunately there is no place to raise it at home..." The next second, Ye Chen actually said exactly the same words.

This is no longer an ordinary sense of déjà vu, it is clearly an advance view.

Wan Qing tapped her head, wondering if she had awakened some talent that could predict the future.

Father handed over the prepared breakfast, along with three bottles of warm sweet milk in a foam box, and he did not forget to tell them to be careful on the road before leaving.

——She felt like she had heard this passage dozens of times.

……

(two)

The speed of the bicycle is not fast, but Wan Qing can drink two mouthfuls of soup from the beef balls with peace of mind.

Although it is not made of high soup, it is just put in seaweed shrimp skin and brewed with boiling water, but it still feels delicious.

Wan Qing warmed herself up from drinking it. Although the taste was very familiar, she was not tired of it.

And just as she drank the last mouthful of lean meatball soup, she suddenly looked forward as if she had a premonition.

There was a mud-covered plank, which could not be seen clearly in the mist, and seemed to blend in with the dirty road.

A nail, also stained with mud, lay on the board, as if awaiting the arrival of some victim.

Countless images instantly appeared in Wan Qing's mind.

A large amount of information rushed in in this short second:

After hitting a nail, the tire blew out, and Zhao Jinyu lost his balance and fell on Ye Chen; while walking and eating, he found the man who repaired the car; when he went to school, he saw the photo on the bulletin board; the instant noodles he had for lunch had no seasoning Bao; Jiang Xing was called to work by the teachers when cleaning after school; Yang Zeng hurried back and told Jiang Xing that his girlfriend was with another man; the two good brothers turned against each other and wrestled together...

"Today!!"

"Huh?"

"Be careful, there is a wooden board with nails in front." Wan Qing shouted quickly, her voice pierced through the rain and fog, and clearly reached Zhao Jinyu's ears.

"Eh?" Zhao Jinyu glanced at the road ahead in a panic, then hastily tilted the faucet, bypassing the nailed board that looked like a trap.

But that weird, strong sense of déjà vu still hasn't dissipated.

It seems that such a reminder, I have done it many times.