i was my mistake

"I was sleeping like a pig just now..." Wan Qing couldn't help but chuckled, "Okay, okay, I'll be fine soon, you can go now if you want, I don't use the toilet."

"it's not good?"

"Do you really think I haven't tried that thing of yours? It's still like a baby."

"Ahem...!"

Although Wan Qing said so, she still quickened her hand movements, and finally wiped the water droplets on her cheeks indiscriminately, put the towel on the metal hook, and opened the sliding door with a 'swish': "Okay, okay, let's go."

"Ah... I woke up holding my urine..."

"Since you're awake, don't sleep."

"Study early in the morning?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to study - go shopping first, the dishes in the morning are fresh, and you always eat out, the money may not be enough, and there is still a lot of money to spend after school starts."

"Have it?"

"Lunch, books, and—tuition."

Yes, even high schools in factories still have to pay tuition.

It's just that some factories give preferential treatment to workers' children.

Unfortunately, this high school does not have such benefits.

Besides, my father had already left his job, so he was no longer a worker in the factory.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look up at her father.

He was still asleep, even in his dream, he looked decadent, the sunlight gilded the contours of his body with a layer of gold.

She sighed faintly, thinking if she didn't die by suicide, and didn't travel back to the past, but was just revived in reality, would she look like this.

Although I can understand such a father, I still can't contain the anger of hating iron but not steel.

——Because you hate yourself like that, you hate everyone like you, right?

……

6. Menstrual period

At around [-] o'clock in the evening, a cloudy setting sun seemed to be melting into the water.

Late summer and early autumn.

The night came still late.

In the living room is the old electric fan brought from home.

Since it is not high enough, it has to be placed on a chair.

The parts of the shaking head have been broken, and now it seems that it can only droop its head, blowing the breeze slowly towards the lower place.

Although the sound was exceptionally loud, it was the only working fan in that home.

Father was lying on his back, and there was finished porridge on the tea table.

All day today, he hardly got up, only the old black and white TV tirelessly playing programs.

The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which he used to love most, has lost interest at this time, and instead will stay on those channels that broadcast boring melodramas for a long time.

"You don't know how to do this, and you don't know how to do that!" Wan Qing slammed the fountain pen on the table, raising her brows with a look of hatred, "How many questions do you have for this summer homework?" yes?"

"You still say that I..." Ye Chen was full of grievances, "Don't you know it yourself... Anyway, you came from the future, right? Did you study a third year more than me? Why don't you know it! I I still want to ask you!"

Wan Qing was choked up immediately, but she still insisted on reasoning: "How many years have passed by me, of course I will forget the knowledge that I don't need!"

"But you have read the book several times in the past few days, you should remember it?"

"...Do you think that you didn't go to university 20 years ago, and you didn't continue to study those knowledge 20 years later, can you write those answers before you go back to university after 20 years?"

"That's right! Have you memorized the answers for next year's college entrance examination?"

"I didn't pass the exam, I didn't even want to read the test paper, and I still had the answer to the college entrance examination, what were I thinking!"

"Alas—the me from the future is completely useless..."

Wan Qing's lips squirmed a few times, and finally she sighed, and supported her slightly baby-fat cheeks with her small hands.

She stared at him with upturned eyes at the corners of her eyes: "At least there are still people studying with you now."

"Then don't be so irritable, how can you learn like this, shouldn't we have a good discussion?" Ye Chen pouted and muttered pitifully.

Hatred of the past self is not steel, in the final analysis, I still hate myself.

"Forget it, I'll make dinner first." She patted the table, but her tone was a little weaker than before, stroking the crumpled skirt so that it would not hinder her actions, and then Carelessly walked towards the door.

"What to eat tonight?"

"What else do you want to eat, just eat whatever you want."

"Oh..." Ye Chen suddenly dared not speak as if he had been taught a lesson by his mother.

……

The green refrigerator looks a bit out of place in a beautifully decorated apartment in this era.

Perhaps it would be most appropriate to put it in the factory dormitory with green paint directly on the concrete floor and walls.

Her gaze fell on the dial-type telephone, then on the black and white TV that flickered from time to time, and then on the lighter with a beautiful woman pattern thrown on the table by her father.

A pack of cheap cigarettes fell between the carton and the beer bottle, and several cigarettes were slightly swollen as if damp.

She shook her head helplessly, put the cigarette case that was about to fall to the ground back on the coffee table, and then stepped on the slippers that didn't fit so well into the kitchen.

She shook the cork thermos with carved flowers on the green plastic shell, which was empty.

There was an empty bowl with some water left on the stove, and she sniffed it closely—there was an obvious smell of smoke.

It seems that the water was drunk by my father.

She rolled her eyes, bent down and unscrewed the large gas bottle that was placed directly on the ground, and then turned the independent small stove on the chopping board, and after it made a 'click' sound, an orange-red flame burst out.

Even the apartments of this era do not have the fully-fitted stoves that can be seen everywhere in the future.

The stove is not built-in, but placed directly on it.

There is also an extended cutting board next to it, which can be used to discharge rice cookers or cutting boards.

She held the somewhat heavy iron pan with both hands, went to the very advanced double-sink sink in this era to catch the water, and then "cross-wiped" it on the stove.

The friction and collision between the metals burst out sporadic sparks.

Wan Qing, who is not that good at cooking, decided to make a pot of soup today.

As for the staple food, of course it is white rice.

I originally wanted to use bread to make sandwiches, but I didn't expect to find a small shop selling toast bread, so I had to give up.

The water in the pot boiled slowly, not so fast anyway.

If it is in the future, she only needs to use an electric teapot to boil a pot of water, and then pour it into the pot, which will be more convenient.

But although there are electric teapots in this era, they are not popular, and they may not be more convenient than teapots that burn fire.

There are a few who can still make a "woo-woo" after boiling, but more of them just have boiling water full of water, but they don't make any sound.

She walked out of the kitchen and opened the green refrigerator in the living room. Inside was a bag of ingredients that she bought in the morning, and she just stuffed it in without sorting it out. When she opened the lid, she found something that was not an ingredient. Son.

— an ashtray.

That's what I saw when I walked past the gate of the vegetable market in the morning.

I don't know what I was thinking at that time, but I bought it anyway.

The price is not expensive, such a delicate-looking glass ashtray only costs one dollar.

Of course, Wan Qing thinks it's not expensive, maybe it's just a future filter, after all, it's hard for her to change all of a sudden and adapt to the prices of this era.

She walked up to her father with some reluctance, put it on the coffee table, and put the cigarette case inside as a reminder, so that he wouldn't miss it when he was smoking.

All the vegetables she bought from the market were ordinary vegetables, and she only bought a piece of hind leg meat—she originally wanted to buy chicken breast meat, but after running around the market, some chickens were sold live and killed immediately. There is no special chicken breast.

She took out the tofu, Chinese cabbage, bean sprouts and duck blood that she used to cook the soup, hesitated for a while, and broke off another half of the cauliflower.

Most of the time, if she wants to improve her food, she will choose to take out, otherwise it is such a very simple vegetable soup.

At most, it is just adding some chopped meat.

The method of making it is also very simple. Wash and cut the vegetables and meat, then put them in the order that they are not easy to cook, and finally pour soy sauce and sesame oil.

If none of these are available, just sprinkle some salt on it.

Back in the kitchen, the soup in the pot had already produced many small bubbles.

Wait for the big bubbles to pop up 'gurgling', then you can put the ingredients in.

The method is similar to hot pot, but there is no bottom material.

Seeing that there were big bubbles in the pot, she just picked up a few pieces of shredded meat, and loosened all five fingers, the meat fell back on the cutting board, and she grinned. He squatted down.

In fact, the pain has been faint for a day, and it only started to become more severe now, as if someone saw that she was not in pain, and suddenly punched her.

It's also unlikely that her stomach would be ruined by eating. She also went to the toilet a few times today, and she didn't have diarrhea at all—besides, how can food poisoning take a long time to break out?

Moreover, breakfast and lunch are eaten together, and what they eat is only porridge and mustard, which has nothing to do with greasy and meaty food.

"Gu-uh..." She clenched her silver teeth, a few drops of physical tears rolled down from her eyes, then she raised her arm abruptly and bit her jaw.

"Wan Qing, have you eaten yet?" Ye Chen's voice came along with the 'squeak' sound of opening the door, followed by the sound of slow footsteps.

The kitchen is only separated from the bedroom by a small living room.

But to Wan Qing at this time, it seemed as if she had straddled as far as a playground.

Ye Chen, who walked into the kitchen, was startled for a moment, then his eyes slowly moved down from the half-open window, and saw Wan Qing who was squatting on the ground.

"Hey, Wanqing? Wanqing? What's wrong?"

"It's...fucking...it hurts!" Wan Qing squeezed out every word through her teeth while clutching her belly.

"What's going on, damn it, you're bleeding, what happened? Did you cut yourself?"

"Idiot..." Wan Qing reluctantly lowered her head, followed Ye Chen's line of sight, and found that her white skirt had been dyed blood red.

"You...wouldn't you be dying because history has been changed?" Ye Chen's nose was sour, and tears flowed out 'pat pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa.

My mother has just passed away, and my father is like an autistic child unable to communicate. The closest person is only Wan Qing. Even if we only meet each other within half a month, because she is the future self, they can talk about everything. , there is no one who can talk to her more heart-to-heart than her, and she is also the first girl I have met in my life who can be so close.

Although what she said every time is so mean...

But after losing her, I really have no one to rely on.

What else is more trustworthy and dependable than your future self?

It would be fine if she hadn't appeared, but she happened to walk into her own life...

"Don't die... Please... Yes, yes, there is still help! I, I will take you to the hospital!"

As if the last relative in this world was about to pass away, my mother had never seen him feel so sad when she died.

Wan Qing was dumbfounded.

"Are you crying...crying ass...huh?"

"what?"

"I said..." Wan Qing took a deep breath, "Cry...what the hell!"

"Eh?"

"It's just...menstruation...understand? Or...menstruation...menstrual period."

"...Ugh!" Ye Chen wiped his eyes and showed an extremely embarrassed smile, "I, I thought you would leave me too..."

"Don't worry... Brat... No one else wants you anymore... I, too, can't abandon you..." Wan Qing looked weak, but she still tried to raise her voice, "After all, I, my mother is ...you."

"Can you stop swearing at a time like this..."

"Huh..." The severe pain subsided a little, and she finally had time to catch her breath, "Don't be dazed, hurry up, go shopping!"

"What to buy?" He asked in a daze.