i was my mistake

Ye Chen had an expression of 'we really have a tacit understanding', while the latter rolled his eyes in disgust.

It's not a matter of tacit understanding or not, but that they are one person.

"How much for one?"

"Five cents each." The aunt said with a smile, "Fifty cents and eleven."

"It's really cheap." Wan Qing sighed.

"Is it okay?" Ye Chen was a little confused, so in his opinion, it was just cheaper - it might cost a dime a piece to buy it in a store in the city.

"How about fifty cents?" Ye Chen looked at Wan Qing.

"Can you eat that much?" She squinted at him.

"You can eat, you can eat, the two of you can eat whatever you want." The aunt laughed.

"Eat so much and be careful that your cholesterol exceeds the standard."

"Bring some to Dad, too."

"... That's fine." She took out a golden five-cent coin from her coin purse and put it on the table of the tricycle. "Eleven."

"Do you want this stewed one?"

"Well... let's get four more fried ones."

"Yes, two should be wrapped in flour, and two should not." Ye Chen nodded vigorously, and wiped the corners of his mouth—his tongue was already salivating.

"Okay." The aunt opened a small pot, and the oil inside was pitch black, and there was a strong fragrance, which seemed to be vegetable oil.

And it's the same kind of vegetable oil that I've used many times.

In this day and age, don't pay too much attention to sanitary conditions.

The aunt added some firewood, which caused a big fire to rise in the insulated briquette oven, and even hotter air waves came out of the oil pan.

Afterwards, both flour-coated and non-flour-coated eggs were put into the oil, and began to 'sizzle' steaming.

"Come on, eat the fried one first, it won't taste good when it's cold." The aunt smiled, scooped up the egg, wrapped it in a newspaper, and handed it over.

Wan Qing frowned, but Ye Chen didn't have the slightest scruples. He lowered his head and took a big bite, which made him open his mouth wide and let out a breath: "Hoohoo——"

"Could you take it slow?" Wan Qing lowered her head, and took a small bite of the fried egg. It tasted strange, like egg white, and also like chicken breast, but the taste was not bad anyway.

"These stewed ones, do you want to spread the sauce?" The aunt pointed to several bottles and jars on her chopping board, "This is sweet bean sauce, this is chili sauce, and chili powder and cumin powder."

"—Let's put some of it in?" Ye Chen swallowed the hot egg in his mouth, and said quickly.

"Ah."

"Okay, then I will pack it in bags for you."

Probably because she was afraid that the small bag would be too thin and it would break if bumped along the way, the aunt thoughtfully put another one on the outside.

"Thank you." Wan Qing said softly.

"If it's delicious, I'll buy it next time."

"Yes, yes." Ye Chen had already finished eating a fried wedding egg, holding the faucet with one hand, and the other hand was holding the remaining fried wedding egg wrapped in flour, "By the way, this one is for you too." Shall I put some sweet bean sauce on it?"

"okay."

"gone."

The noon sun was a little hazy in the gray mist. The ordinary-looking squint-eyed boy and the young and beautiful girl beside him were eating the snacks in their hands and walking slowly into the distance.

A small fifty cents can bring a sense of satisfaction that makes people feel extremely fulfilled.

Although money is still valuable at this time, in the fast-paced era where everyone is in a hurry in the future, even if more money is used, such a small satisfaction cannot be exchanged.

— at best a sense of vain luxury.

"Crack." Ye Chen followed Wan Qing's example and took a small bite of the crispy fried dough. The delicate sweet noodle sauce rubbed gently with the tip of his tongue, bringing a feeling called happiness.

"Ha... life is so beautiful." He sighed sincerely.

Wan Qing looked sideways at him, with a faint smile on her face, it was rare that she didn't refute.

"Wan Qing, Wan Qing?"

"what."

"The sauce is sticking to your mouth."

"Aren't you too?"

"now what?"

"A little more."

"where?"

"right."

"now what?"

"No, what about me?"

"Gone."

"Ah, there's still a little bit on my ear!"

"Why did it go up the ear?"

"Probably because the hair was blown up and dipped in the sauce, right?"

"Long hair really gets in the way..."

"But it's beautiful!"

"Then you stay too."

"I'm a boy..."

"Maybe someday it won't be."

"Hello."

……

12. Small changes

　Friday, July 1996, 8.

The typhoon that Wan Qing mentioned did not come.

But the weather is really cool.

She snatched most of the quilt last night, so that Ye Chen even felt a little dizzy when he woke up this morning.

He rubbed his nose, sat up slowly on the big round bed, and then sneezed loudly.

"Ah chirp... chirp—!"

Wan Qing, who was studying physics with him until very late yesterday, turned over and covered her head with a pillow, she didn't seem to remember it for a while.

He clutched his dizzy head, staggered out of bed, put on his slippers without looking at him, grabbed the napkin on the bedroom desk and wiped away the tears and snot from his face.

Two or three weeks of study did not improve his grades much, but he discovered more knowledge points that he did not understand.

The start of school in September is just around the corner, and the real senior year of high school is about to begin. He was not worried about this before, but now he is starting to worry.

If he doesn't know the future, he may still hold a little naive hope, but after knowing the future, he has to work hard to change.

To be content with the status quo is just to repeat what Wan Qing said.

He looked at the freshly rising sun outside the window, scratched his hair vigorously, and took another deep breath, only then did he feel more refreshed.

The petite girl on the bed was curling up like an insecure kitten.

Although Wan Qing's aura is so strong, she is actually a head shorter than Ye Chen.

Although she was not allowed to stand up to measure her height last time, it seemed that she was only 1.5 meters at most.

Ever since he was a child, although he has met girls, he has never communicated with them in depth, and Ye Chen has never had a girlfriend. His dream was to live with a beautiful girl.

Now the dream has come true, but he always feels like he is dreaming.

I'm afraid that after waking up one day, the familiar figure will disappear and I won't be able to find it anywhere.

It would be a lie to say that she has no feelings for Wan Qing, especially when she is silent, she is definitely a girl that a virgin can't control.

But the other party is another self, with the soul of an uncle.

So even if he proposed some kind of bad idea, she might not refuse, but Ye Chen never said or did that.

He was a little embarrassed to look up in the morning, so he pulled up his pants and walked quickly into the living room.

Father was half lying on the sofa, in front of him were two bowls that had already finished their meal, and the empty cigarette case was left on the coffee table. Nothing was playing on the TV, but he kept watching dully like this.

"...Good morning, Dad." Ye Chen tried his best to greet him as before, without expecting any reaction from him.

It's just that at least talk to him more, let him feel that there are still many people who care about him.

But today he had a reaction, turned his head slightly, and looked at Ye Chen with those dull eyes, with a pensive look in his cloudy eyes: "The future... can be changed."

"Ah?" Ye Chen looked at him with surprise, "Dad, what did you say? You, have you recovered?"

However, in the next second, his father fell into a state of confusion again, and he didn't know what he saw with his out-of-focus eyes.

Ye Chen walked to the coffee table and patted his father on the shoulder. Seeing that the latter still didn't respond, he could only sigh helplessly, put away the bowls and chopsticks on the coffee table, and put them in the kitchen for cleaning after washing.

Most of the factory dormitories do not have a separate bathroom. If you want to wash up, you have to go to the public sink. Not only is the light dim, it is always dirty, and the corners are covered with moss.

The bathroom of the apartment is not only independent, but also bright and spacious. Because it has not been used much, even the yellowed dirt cannot be seen.

In front of the sink was a cabinet with a mirror. Ye Chen habitually looked in the mirror a few times as soon as he walked in.

This is an ordinary boy with small eyes. Even if he tries to open them wide, they are only about the same as when ordinary people don't stare—or even smaller.

"I always feel that my skin is a little whiter... Is it my illusion?" Ye Chen washed his face with clean water to refresh himself, he looked up and down his face in doubt, and even took a few glances with his wrist , "Hey... why is this scar gone?"

It was a scar left by wrestling when I was a child. Because I fell too hard, the scar has not faded even after many years. After I got used to it, I even felt that this should be a part of my body.

"The problem with the lighting? Uh... is it really gone?" He couldn't help touching it a few more times, and felt that the skin seemed to be smoother, especially the palms, because they were too skinny when they were young, so they rubbed a lot. Calluses, I usually feel rough.

Although it was still a bit rough, it was indeed...a lot more tender.

"Isn't your food bad recently? Could it be possible that being a vegetarian can make your skin look better?" Ye Chen was puzzled, and looked down at his thigh again.

Her thighs were still covered with leg hair, and her big feet were wearing a pair of flip-flops, full of a rough and casual feeling.

"It doesn't matter, let's go to the toilet first..."

Ye Chen grumbled, pulled his trousers, and pointed it at the toilet with some difficulty, constantly adjusting the position, and finally managed not to urinate outside.

However, when he washed his hands, he was taken aback.

I actually grabbed a handful of hairs at the armrest just now...

He stretched his hand back in a panic, tentatively grabbed it lightly, and then came another big handful of curly hair.

He touched his thigh again, and his wet hand immediately smoothed down a lot of leg hair.

These leg hairs stick to the palms, as if they didn't grow on the legs, but just accidentally got dust on them.

"No way?" He nervously grabbed a handful of hair again. Fortunately, the hair did not fall out, and the eyebrows did not fall out, but other than that, a lot of body hair showed signs of falling out, not even the armpit hair. Escaped.

"You kid...it's so early in the morning, what are you doing?" Wan Qing yawned and stood at the door, just when she saw Ye Chen raised her arm and grabbed her armpit hair, looking at him suspiciously.

"Wan Qing, something is wrong! Except for my hair, eyelashes and eyebrows, I'm losing a lot of hair. Could it be that I'm terminally ill?"

"There's no one who doesn't lose her hair or other hair..." Wan Qing yawned extremely presumptuously, her petite body stood by the door, her eyes were full of impatience, "Go and grab it, of course it will fall off."

"No, yes, it fell off by itself, and it fell off even if I touched it!"

"Really..." Wan Qing rubbed her eyes and tried to make herself serious. The appearance of her pursed mouth was really cute, "...Could it be that the world line has changed."

"Theoretically speaking, the father in the past should be able to change a lot of things, and it may even cause the two of us to disappear together, or the mother to be resurrected suddenly."

"Sudden resurrection... can it be done? Is it a bit too exaggerated?"

"...How do I know, but it shouldn't be that easy, and it might be impossible to let my mother survive after that time, but what he does later will still affect us." Wan Qing frowned. Brows, "What if he feels that being with his mother will lead to tragedy, so he stops pursuing her and marries someone else?"