i was my mistake

"If that's the case, wouldn't we--?"

"That's right, we don't exist at all."

"Damn, then you have to call Dad quickly!"

"What the hell, that broken dial phone doesn't even have caller ID."

"Will you write down the number next time?"

"I remember that he may not be near that phone."

"It's over, then, am I going to die?"

"Don't be so anxious, okay? If you don't exist, I'm even less likely to exist. At present, there should just be some changes." Wan Qing took some water and wiped her face casually, looking up and down Ye Chen, "Why do I feel that you look more pleasing to the eye?"

"what?"

"Oh, maybe some changes made you more handsome."

"You won't lose your hair if you become handsome..."

"That's what other aspects are affected at the same time." Wan Qing waved her hand, "Even if you tell Dad about this butterfly effect, it can't be avoided. After all, from that phone call, he knew our identities. In an instant, the wind of the butterfly is already blowing."

"Then what should we do?" Ye Chen looked nervous.

"What can I do, let's make cold salad." Wan Qing is familiar with dealing with this kind of thing, "If you can't solve it, just treat it as if it doesn't exist, or it will only affect your mood. Have you washed it yet? Let me wash it. "

"Ah... oh... I'm really going to be fine, right?"

"How do I know... It's okay, it's okay! Just pretend it's okay, don't think too much."

"Okay...oh, by the way, Dad talked today."

"Well, what did he say?"

"He said - the future can be changed."

"Looks like you know something?" Wan Qing was thoughtful, and then squinted at Ye Chen who was dazed by the door, "Stop standing there, go clean first, and then I have to make breakfast , I have to report to school today."

"Ah—it's time to pay the tuition fee."

"I can only take some out of my dad's buyout money." Wan Qing raised her face to rinse her mouth in a 'gurgling' manner, and Ye Chen grabbed another handful of wool and threw it in the trash can, picked up the broom and went to work up.

"I feel like I'm a cat in moulting season now..."

"Puff." Wan Qing was amused by his joke, swallowed half a mouthful of mouthwash, and immediately lay down in front of the pool and retched.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"It's okay...the water with toothpaste is in my stomach, it's just a little nausea."

"Don't scare me."

"Surprised, you are a little girl? You are so timid." Wan Qing cursed with a smile, grabbed a towel and dipped some water, then quickly wiped her face, as if she had finished washing, "I'm going to cook porridge !"

"Wait, do you go out with your hair so messy?"

"Why not?"

"At least comb it..."

"It's not troublesome."

"You're not a boy... This is too ugly."

"Natural beauty doesn't depend on hairstyle."

"No, no, then I'll comb it for you later!"

"You are so strange. You don't pay much attention to yourself, but you still have to pay attention to me. It's up to you."

……

13. Go to report

The rice cooker with the pink shell is cooking porridge, although it only has one start and keep warm button, but it does not prevent it from being advanced in this era.

Even though all kinds of electrical appliances have entered thousands of households in the city, there are still many families who still use pressure cookers or simply ordinary pots to cook.

This is the junction of the times, the old has not completely faded away, and the new has not yet fully arrived.

Wan Qing pursed her lips and rubbed her stomach. This is the third day of her period, the amount of bleeding is a little less, but her stomach still hurts, and because she used tissues, she had to change them frequently.

Even a little blood will soon soak them up.

"I must go to the big supermarket today." Wan Qing cracked an egg into the rice cooker and stirred it a few times with chopsticks. Seeing that the egg yolk and white inside were almost solidified, she unplugged the egg and poured it into the rice cooker separately. in three bowls.

Her own is the smallest, while Ye Chen and his father eat bigger ones.

"It's time to eat!" She walked out with her portion of egg porridge that was steaming slightly, "Stupid boy, bring Dad's too."

"Here we come!" Ye Chen, who was watching the story meeting, threw away the book and ran to the kitchen quickly, "I said, can you change the name, if it's not a fool, it's a fool, or it's an idiot, a fool, a fool... ..."

"Why, don't you agree? In my eyes, you are like this."

"...Can't you use a more civilized name?"

"Then what do you want to be called?"

"You can just call Ye Chen directly."

"No." Wan Qing opened the green refrigerator and took out two packs of mustard mustard and three salted duck eggs, "Don't be awkward calling yourself by my name all the time."

"Your current name is Wanqing, hello!"

"Do you think a name that hasn't been used for a month is anything compared to a name that has been used for decades? My online name is longer than this."

"That's called... Little Leaf?"

Wan Qing looked like she was about to vomit, and looked up and down while closing the refrigerator: "Can you stop disgusting me, as long as you are a little leaf, you are a rotten vegetable leaf at best."

"Hey!"

"Yes, I might as well call you Xiaoqing."

"What kind of strange association?" Ye Chen put down two bowls of delicious egg porridge, his face full of doubts.

"Qingchen, if you take the word Qing in front, you can call it Ye Qing, and if it becomes a nickname, isn't it Xiaoqing?"

"I'm still a novice, what about the Legend of the White Snake?"

"Oh, if it doesn't work, I can still call you Qing'er."

"...Forget it, call it whatever you want." Ye Chen gave up resisting.

Although my father is unwilling to communicate with others, he has not lost his ability to take care of himself in life.

He washed his face and brushed his teeth casually, and didn't bother to shave his long beard, so he just sat at the table, picked up his chopsticks and ate by himself.

Wan Qing put the peeled salted duck eggs into his bowl, tore open a packet of mustard shreds, and poured half into it.

"If you haven't eaten enough, there is still in the rice cooker." Her tone was ugly, full of disgust, but her movements were gentle.

"Wan Qing, will you distribute books this time? Do you want to bring a schoolbag?"

"If you don't distribute books, the textbooks have already been distributed. Are you stupid? At most, you can distribute some exercise books—that's only distributed after the official start of school. Today is just a tuition fee."

"Well, come on, come on! We will definitely be admitted to college!"

"The guy who is hot in 3 minutes." Wan Qing was too familiar with him, so disbelief was written all over her face, and she even let out a soft laugh.

"I will stick to it this time. Don't look down on others! If you look down on me, you look down on yourself!"

However, Wan Qing's words choked him directly: "When will I think I've passed?"

Ye Chen was speechless for a while, and could only pick up the egg porridge in the bowl.

……

There are scaly clouds in the sky, neatly arranged one by one, and the air blowing head-on is also somewhat cold.

Wan Qing opened the door, bent over to put on her canvas shoes, while Ye Chen was saying goodbye to her father.

"Dad, we are going to report for duty."

The father who was watching TV didn't look up, as if he couldn't see Ye Chen or hear his voice at all.

"Let's go." Wan Qing urged impatiently, "Hurry up, I'll go to the supermarket later, if it takes too long, I'll have to change the paper again, I'm in trouble."

"Go daddy!"

Ye Chen quickly put on his sandals, and gently closed the door.

The corridor of the apartment is a long one.

Even on such a sunny day, the light is still very dark.

Ye Chen followed Wan Qing all the way forward, walked into the elevator, and ran out impatiently when he heard the 'ding dong'.

The bright sun shines on the body, but it doesn't make people feel too hot, and even feels like being gently touched.

"By bike or by bus?" Ye Chen put the key ring on his finger and turned it gently.

Wan Qing glanced sideways at his bicycle that he had pushed for a long time yesterday before finding a repair shop to get the tire patched, and covered the two tear moles under the corners of his eyes: "Forget it, let's take the bike."

"Do you think we want to buy an electric car? Tuk Tuk Tuk, we're here!"

"It's a waste of money, you just ride a car and I don't."

"Driving people to and from school every day...it must not be exhausting."

"It's just a good time to exercise, so as not to be fat like a pig in the future."

"...You are really ruthless in your criticism of yourself."

"Great, isn't it?"

"You're too proud, you." Ye Chen couldn't help laughing at Wan Qing's raised lips, "I feel like I'm almost getting used to your way of speaking."

"That would be the best."

Yinjiang High School is a school jointly built by several nearby factories, large and small. In the past, only the children of workers could attend the school. Later, children from the vicinity could also be admitted.

Even so, [-]% of the students are workers or the descendants of workers who have left their jobs.

In fact, the bus could not reach the main entrance of Yinjiang High School, and it took about one kilometer to finally arrive at the gate of this small high school.

The high school is surrounded by wasteland, and the entire land is square.

It is surrounded by earthen walls, and there is only one main gate and a small door that has hardly been opened at the back.

The teaching building is not high, the one on the left has three floors, and the one on the right has four floors.

The building on the third floor is not a teaching building, but a dormitory building, but it is not open to students—it is a place for teachers to live.

The exterior walls of the four-story teaching building are covered with small blue mosaic tiles, which look a little translucent in the sunlight.

At the time when it was built, this design was quite fashionable, but from the perspective of Wan Qing decades later, the decoration style of this thing is no different from that of a public toilet—it is still a relatively outdated public toilet .

The point is, these mosaic tiles are only pasted from the first floor to the second floor, and the top is just a very ordinary white paint...

In my impression, there are not many classes in high school. There seem to be only four or five classes in a grade, and each class only has more than 30 people.

It was the day to report, but the gate was extremely deserted, and there were only a few scattered bicycles in the shed, and the sun was so hot that people began to sweat.

Having not been here for many years, Wan Qing has become a little vague about the layout here, and even feels unfamiliar with them, but stepping inside, she still feels nostalgic everywhere.

"This year is the last year..."

"what?"

"It's the last year." Wan Qing tilted her head and looked at Ye Chen, "Didn't I tell you? We won't recruit freshmen this year, and the school will be closed when we graduate this year."

"What about the sophomores?"

"It was supposed to wait for two years, but due to the wave of layoffs, there were almost no students in the second year of high school, and a few were assigned to other high schools, so they closed early."

Ye Chen took a breath, scratched his nose hard, and then exhaled slowly: "The feeling of knowing the future is really... so powerless."

"Yes, and we can't change this kind of thing, after all, it's the tide of the times." Wan Qing smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "But don't worry, this place will be changed into a commercial complex in the future, um—— What is it called Xintiandi Center?"

"Is it lively?"

"Quite lively."