i was my mistake

In this day and age, it's pretty high-tech stuff.

"Wan Qing! Let me measure my height!"

"Why?" Wan Qing drooped her eyelids, touched the small bag containing the change, and gently brushed back the hair that blocked her view with her other hand, "Don't think about it, you've only been this tall in your life. "

"Didn't you say it could grow to 1.7 meters three?"

"Yeah, almost, how tall are you now?"

"Last year's school physical examination, it was 1.6 meters eight, it should be longer?"

"...Up to you." Wan Qing unzipped the zipper, took out a one-yuan coin from the coin purse, and placed it on the palm of his outstretched hand.

The bustle of the night market always makes everyone passing by spend some money for it. Although in this day and age, one dollar is not a small amount, but after experiencing Wan Qing in the future era, it is still difficult to take such a small amount of money to heart.

"Guludong." The coin was forced into Ye Chen who couldn't wait.

The stiff and mechanical female voice began to sound: "Please stand on the scale - please stand upright, and the height measurement will start in five seconds."

As the icy countdown sound ended, the same icy measuring rod slowly lowered down and patted Ye Chen's head lightly.

"Height, 1.6 meters six - weight, 55 kg."

"Why, are you getting shorter?" Wan Qing couldn't help but sneered.

Ye Chen grabbed the black and white receipt, and couldn't help looking at it a few more times: "Damn, did you make a mistake?"

"I don't think so. Did you test it with shoes on before?"

"I'm wearing shoes now, too."

"That's the normal measurement error, only two centimeters - how accurate do you want this kind of roadside thing?"

"That's true... But if you look at it this way, nothing has grown."

"Or you can exercise from now on and play basketball every day, maybe you can grow taller."

"How about you accompany me?" Ye Chen hesitated, then nodded vigorously, "We want to change the future!"

"Do you think I look like I can play ball?" She squinted at him. Before Ye Chen could say anything, he heard panic and nervous shouts from a distance.

"The city management is here, the city management is here!"

"Run, run, run!"

The owner of the balloon-playing stall next to him quickly put the height and weight scale on the small tricycle, jumped on the worn-out leather stool, and stepped on the pedals, as fast as a gust of wind.

When the two came back to their senses, the night market that was still extremely lively just now was only a mess.

Wan Qing suddenly remembered——

In this day and age, it seems that the crime of speculation has not been abolished...

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Starting today, bugs have entered the stable update phase, and the update time is all at [-]:[-] midnight.

4. Make do with sleep

No. 139 Yinqi Road, Yinkong Apartment, top floor, Room [-].

If it is considered spacious for two people to live in such an apartment, then with the addition of a father, the apartment becomes a bit cramped and crowded.

A simple fabric sofa is placed by the wall, just enough for one person to lie down.

My father didn't wash up, just slumped on the sofa.

Wan Qing, who had just taken a shower, wiped her wet long hair with a towel, frowned suddenly, gritted her teeth and tried to stretch, then walked up to him, looked at him coldly, and turned on the TV with her backhand A black and white TV set from home.

The TV has been dusted off and it's being turned on for the first time in this new home.

"Crack."

After the crisp sound, a tiny spot of light on the screen quickly enlarged, and the picture of the TV program jumped out.

The old version of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms is being replayed inside, which happens to be the first episode, when Taoyuan became righteous.

However, for those who know the ending, how high-spirited and smug is the Taoyuan knot at this time, the more uncomfortable they feel.

Because their efforts did not achieve brilliant success in the end, just like people who insist on going retrograde in the tide, they have sung songs and made people see hope, but in the end they were all completely overturned by the monstrous waves.

What exactly did he see in those dazed eyes?

Did he see a future where he would fail no matter what?

She sighed softly, picked up the remote control board that had been covered with a plastic bag since she bought it, threw the plastic bag that could not be washed off into the trash can, and put the brand new remote control that looked like it had just left the factory. The instrument was placed gently on the father.

"Watch TV for a while, Ye Chen and I will take care of you until you decide to wake up."

His father's eyeballs moved slightly, as if he was looking at her, but it seemed that he was just looking at the TV.

"Ah, is it my turn to wash?" Ye Chen, who had fallen asleep on the table just now, suddenly raised his head and rubbed his eyes vigorously, "What time is it?"

"...Don't worry, you just slept for half an hour."

"Oh..." He yawned big and stood up from the chair, "It feels like I slept all night..."

"Then you don't have to sleep at night." Wan Qing squinted at him, rubbed her hair again, and threw the towel back into the bathroom, "Remember to wash all your clothes in the washing machine, your own, and mine."

"All... put together?"

"if not?"

"Isn't it clean?"

"As you like, you can do whatever you want." Wan Qing waved her hand and walked into the bedroom on her own.

There is no washing machine in the apartment. This somewhat outdated straight-drum washing machine was moved from the dormitory of the factory. It is not too big. It is divided into two drums. When drying, someone has to press the lid by the side, otherwise the clothes inside will fly out.

In addition, you have to use a washbasin to connect the water from the hose - of course, if you don't want to save water, you can also let it flow directly into the hole in the sewer.

All in all, it's a rather outdated piece of stuff.

When she saw it, Wan Qing realized just how advanced the daily necessities she was accustomed to were for this era.

People will always dye their memories with some beautiful colors, automatically ignore the many troubles and inconveniences in the past, and only keep the good parts.

She lay on her back on the elastic big round bed, and at some point a light rain fell outside the window, making the colorful neon lights hazy and blurred.

Circles of halos smudge outward, like colored ink dripping on rough rice paper.

There was a 'gudong gudong' sound from the bathroom. There was no doubt that it was the sound made by the washing machine when it was in operation.

I moved a lot of things from my previous home, which suddenly made this small apartment, which was still spacious before, a lot more crowded.

Wan Qing raised her foot, kicked the cardboard box beside the bed a little, then rolled over, and wrapped the quilt completely around her body.

Even at night in the city, you can see the twinkling stars.

This is probably the charm of the old days.

She squinted her eyes, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering slightly.

The small face with exquisite features wrinkled slightly, and then stretched out again.

——The story in the novel, after reading it once, you will know the ending.

And she from the future also knows her ending.

The only difference is that as a reader, she can't change the stories in the novel, but as a future person, she can change her future from the past.

But who can guarantee that she is not a 'reader' from the future?

Even if it can be changed, how much can it be changed?

Just as he was thinking, the door was gently pushed open, and Ye Chen poked half of his head in cautiously: "Should I sleep here tonight?"

"Oh, finished washing? This rotten washing machine is really noisy - let's just sleep, and there is no spare room, and Dad's sofa is only big enough to squeeze his own."

"oh oh……"

"How is dad?"

"watching TV."

"Have you tuned the channel yet?"

"No."

"Let him go." Wan Qing turned over, leaving half of the seat open for him, "It's time to go to bed, there is still some time before school starts, let's study hard starting tomorrow."

"Does it start tomorrow?"

"Otherwise? I always want to procrastinate, tomorrow after tomorrow, and it's because of this that nothing happens."

"I just want to confirm..." Ye Chen coughed twice.

"I'm you, do you really think I don't know what you're thinking?"

"Then guess what I'm thinking now?" Ye Chen couldn't help asking.

"I can't guess what you're thinking about."

"what--?!"

"Why are you so surprised? Don't tell me, we are the same person." Wan Qing yawned and shared half of the quilt wrapped around her body with him, "If it's hot, turn on the electric fan yourself, but don't grab me Quilt."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Ye Chen smiled jokingly, and slowly lay down. Although he had slept with her for several nights, his body was still a little stiff.

From the girl's body was a faint fragrance like peppermint water with ice cubes added, and her long hair was still a little wet - after all, there was no hair dryer at home, so it was difficult to dry such long hair with a towel.

Everything became quiet except for the faint sound of the TV in the living room.

Is my father watching TV, or is he still immersed in his own world and unwilling to wake up?

Ye Chen turned over, feeling a little sleepy.

"You said, will he give it?"

"Ha, if he dares not to give it, he will never even think about being the director of the factory."

"Is it really that simple?" He covered his face with a pillow, "Isn't this too easy to handle? What if everyone makes a fuss like this?"

"Tch, most people are just like you, timid and afraid of getting into trouble."

"I think that's keeping one's place..."

"What do you mean by keeping yourself safe? It's all about obedience, even if someone comes with a knife, you'll just kill him with your neck."

"Wow, can you actually use such advanced idioms?"

"What's the matter, just read more novels."

"Will my future self like to read novels?" Ye Chen was a little surprised.

"It's used to pass the time when I'm really bored, but in short, I only watch those happy and enmity, the protagonist is awesome, anyway, I can't be angry, I am angry during the day, and I am angry when I read some novels at night, so it's a fart. "

"What kind of novel is that?" Ye Chen's eyes widened, "This has nothing to do with art at all?"

"The art of fart." Wan Qing pouted her buttocks and bumped him, then changed her sleeping position, "It's just a stuff made by those sour literati who think they are right. The working people like it—that's art."

"Uh..." Ye Chen scratched his head, "But if I really want to watch it, I still want to watch something more meaningful."

"As a result, you didn't see anything?"

"There are so many novelties in the future..." Ye Chen sighed, "The one you told me last time is called..."

"smart phone?"

"Yes, can we make it now?"

"You're thinking fart."

"Can't it be assembled?"

"Where did you get the parts?"

"Oh, what a pity."

"Don't worry, when you live to that time, you won't find it strange." Wan Qing muttered vaguely, "The most important thing now is to get the house... the house... huh?!"

"what happened?"