i was my mistake

But she also has no intention of actually becoming a woman.

——I can act when I need it, but usually, I still act like that uncle.

The 'similar' should be removed, after all, at the age before his death, he could really be regarded as an uncle.

She sat at the table, waiting for Ye Chen to bring over two bowls of fragrant rice with white flowers.

I remember in the past, when her parents just died, she didn’t get any money, and the rice she ate was all yellow. Sometimes the cheapest rice was accidentally cooked too much, and she was reluctant to throw it away. They are rotten, and they are swallowed abruptly.

At that time, I couldn't even afford soy sauce bibimbap.

"Your boy is much happier than I was back then." She sighed sincerely, stroked her long black hair lightly, pushed them behind her shoulders, then picked up the can of lard, and 'clicked' it Pull the ring apart, carefully scrape a little off the edge with chopsticks, and put it in your own bowl.

"Ah? What's wrong..."

"In my timeline, for a long time, I often ate rotten rice."

"Why?"

"Too much to cook."

"...It's your fault, right?"

"At that time, there was no one to rely on, and you had to figure everything out by yourself. It's not like now, with me as a senior leading you." Wan Qing raised her eyebrows, "Aren't you moved?"

"I'm touched, I'm touched." Ye Chen nodded quickly, and replied perfunctorily.

"Why don't you bring me soy sauce when you're moved? How can you eat just lard?"

"……I knew it."

"You still don't want to?"

"Willing, willing, very—willing—" Ye Chen dragged his voice, and said in a funny way, "How can I live without you, so I must take care of you."

"Who takes care of whom?"

Lard bibimbap is not really a food for the poor.

Because the real poor can't even afford lard, at most they can eat some rice with soy sauce.

And people with a little money will also choose to cook.

After all, any side dish is better than no side dish.

And now Wan Qing just simply misses this taste.

She took the soy sauce from Ye Chen, poured in some, and stirred vigorously with chopsticks until every grain of rice looked oily and changed color, and it was almost done.

The aroma of soy sauce and lard is mixed together, but it does not completely cover the light aroma of the rice. The combination of the three increases people's appetite.

She picked up some rice with chopsticks and put it into her mouth. The taste was soft and delicate. She didn't even chew it on purpose, and let the rich taste slowly melt on the tip of her tongue.

Ye Chen, who didn't think the lard bibimbap was so delicious, even swallowed his saliva.

"Is it... so delicious?"

"Deliciousness is one thing, and the other thing is to enjoy the beauty of life within one's own ability and make it more delicious."

"Hey, I thought you only hated life..."

"Nonsense, every ordinary person who is struggling in this society has some ability to support himself to survive."

"Didn't you still not survive in the end..." Ye Chen muttered softly.

"You're the one who talks too much!" Wan Qing glared at him, "Do you want it?"

"Hmm...try?"

"It would be even better if there were salted duck eggs. Next time, go and buy some." Wan Qing said, picking up the rice bowl he hadn't touched yet, and putting in lard and soy sauce like she did with the bibimbap just now, and then Stir well, "Take it, try the taste."

"Yeah!" Ye Chen didn't care about the food, so he quickly took a bite into his mouth, "Hmm—? Really, it's delicious?"

"Right, not only the taste itself is good, but the feeling of cherishing the beauty is also very important." Wan Qing said, picked up a spoon to scoop out a piece of tofu, and drank it directly to her mouth without putting it into a bowl , "Ha... Light soup with tofu tastes really good. People have to find some meaning for themselves when they are alive!"

"A piece of tofu, is it that exaggerated?"

"Heh, if you were locked up at home for two months and couldn't afford food, you wouldn't say that when you could only eat white rice without toppings every day." As if he was drunk, his little face was a little red, "No matter how bad this era is, it is better than when I died."

"It's just that you have too much prejudice against the future. Life in the future must be better than the present. Even if there is suffering, it is only temporary. You can't say it is not good just because you haven't survived it?"

Wan Qing scoffed at Ye Chen's words: "When it's your turn, you will know the pain."

"I'm not afraid." Ye Chen's eyes were extremely firm, "I know that the difficulties will pass, and the sunny days will come."

"Ha." Wan Qing took another sip of the soup, "It's nice to be young, full of vigor and fighting spirit!"

"You have to live again, can't you make your mentality younger?"

"Then it's not a matter of my personal will." Wan Qing laughed at herself, "When you've been bedridden for too long, you won't have any hope for life."

Ye Chen took a bite of the cauliflower and made a crisp sound. He was about to say something when the dial phone in the living room rang.

Wan Qing glanced at Ye Chen, and was about to stand up, but he preempted her.

"……Hey?"

"Hello, is it... my daughter's house?"

Ye Chen's eyes widened, he looked back at his father lying on the sofa, and then at the phone, and then remembered something - mainly because he didn't answer the phone before, and his father didn't talk to everyone recently There has been any communication, so when he heard his voice again, he couldn't help but get excited: "Dad...?"

"Oh-oh! You are my son!"

"Well, I'm Ye Chen."

"Ye Chen, Ye Chen, the feeling in the morning is very good, with a kind of upward vigor." The father on the other end of the phone kept praising, "This is really a good name, you didn't answer the call before, this time I went to the canteen of my friend's factory to order, and I helped him look after the store, haha!"

"Dad?" Wan Qing looked at Ye Chen.

"Well, it's Dad!" He shouted excitedly and hastily as if he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Dad! Why don't you talk to the current Dad, maybe it will wake him up?"

"What?" The slightly younger father's voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became a little heavy.

"I……"

"Caihua... your mother, how is she?"

"gone."

There was a 'rustling' sound from the other end of the phone, and there was a long silence.

The second hand of the clock stopped in place.

It was a short silence, so short that the second hand didn't have time to move forward.

"Can't... change?"

"Yes……"

"Probably so, by fate."

"But we saved Dad, but, but now, you seem to be sick, unwilling to talk, unwilling to communicate, and shut yourself in your own world..."

"How could this happen? Even if I fail, I can't be so decadent. What's going on with me in the future! Doesn't he know that he should take responsibility as a father? It's nothing to escape from reality like this! "The father on the other end of the phone suddenly became a little impatient, "Let the future me—let that bastard answer the phone!"

……

10. Tape drive

"He... drank and fell asleep." Ye Chen grabbed the long-handled telephone receiver, looked back at his father who was sleeping on the sofa like a corpse, and whispered.

"Get him up, let him up! How could he be like this, I will never become such a person in the future!"

Wan Qing shook her head, stepped forward and answered the phone: "Hello? Dad."

"Oh...it's Wan Qing?" Hearing his daughter's smoothie-like voice, the anxiety in his father's heart was suppressed a lot, "You wake up the future me and let me teach him a lesson— Wake him up."

"Let him sleep well during this time, and one day when you call, he won't be sleeping, so you can talk to him again." Wan Qing thought of Ye Chen's misunderstanding of her, and immediately felt the same way, "Sometimes the so-called Trying to wake others up will only make people more uncomfortable, I think, during this time, what he needs most may be to be alone quietly."

"I also want to tell you the detailed ins and outs, but I am afraid of making too many changes to history. If it is a good direction, if it is a bad direction, maybe Ye Chen and I will disappear now, just like It's never been the same."

"……Ugh!"

"Dad, you don't have to worry. Everyone has their own future. Maybe when you encounter that incident, you can change its ending." Wan Qing comforted softly, letting Ye Chen look at it. I was a little surprised—because in his impression, this self from the future would always just curse at others with a straight face...

"That's good." Maybe it's because the father on the other end of the phone is young enough, so he's free and easy, "That's good, sometimes it's not a good thing to know too much."

"Yes."

The two fell into silence again until Wan Qing took the initiative to ask, "What time is it over there?"

"It looks like seven or eight in the morning."

"Have you eaten breakfast?"

"Of course, haha."

"We're having dinner here, too."

"You guys have to live a good life. Something... We still keep in touch? Just talk about life. If the future I can't take care of you, at least let the current me come. Even if I can't come up with ideas, I just bring you Some reassurance would be nice."

"Alright."

"Then... so? Although it's a call from a friend's house, it's not good to call for too long."

"Yeah." Before she was about to hang up, Wan Qing finally couldn't help but said, "No matter what the future holds, you must cherish the people around you right now."

"Most definitely."

"OK, bye."

"goodbye!"

Ye Chen looked at Wan Qing, who was a little lost, and blinked curiously: "What will Dad say later?"

"Gritting his teeth at him now."

"Ah, why is it the same as you?"

Wan Qing drooped her eyelids and patted the back of Ye Chen's head lightly: "Are you as gentle as me when you grit your teeth? Give me something to eat."

"What kind of gentleness is like you..." Ye Chen muttered softly, and sat back on his chair.

The father on the sofa was still asleep, as if he planned to sleep like this forever and never wake up.

……

The time after dinner is always slightly noisy with a little peace of mind.

Ye Chen was cleaning, and the bowls and chopsticks collided and made a sound called 'home'.

The news in the local dialect is playing on the TV. There are a few wavy lines on the black and white screen, and the sound will be distorted occasionally, but it is not impossible to watch.

After all, it was already second-hand when it was bought, and it has been used for so many years, so it is normal that there will be various problems.

Wan Qing tapped her forehead, went to the bathroom to change the tissue, and when she came back, she picked up the glass water glass on the table and walked to the kitchen.

"Ye Chen, help me pour some boiling water."

"Boiling water?" Ye Chen, who was wiping the small range hood with a rag, picked up the hot water bottle wrapped in green plastic and shook it vigorously, then pulled out the cork with a bang, "It's gone."

"Then won't you boil some... boil some water, I want to drink."

"Okay okay."

"Burn more, fill this up, then boil another pot, and keep it as cold water."

"Okay, how do you think I'm cleaning?"

"Hmm... the soup stains on the tiles have not been wiped off, and the top of the range hood is covered with dust."

"Ah... you also need to wipe this on?"

"of course."

"The requirements are too high..." Ye Chen quickly said in a low voice, "You can't even wipe it so clean by yourself..."

"Cough...!" This is the truth, Wan Qing cleared her throat embarrassingly, "Since you have done it, you have to do it well, I am going to change you from now on, okay, you don't want your future life to be so miserable, do you? "

"——Yes!" Ye Chen regained his energy all of a sudden, "I don't want to be like you complaining about everything and everyone, and being like a resentful woman every day..."

"What did you say?"

"No, nothing...cough!"