i was my mistake

"Relax?" Ye Chen picked up an empty Coke can and poured a few drops into his mouth, smashed his mouth with great enjoyment, "Ah...you should go to bed quickly? After all, you have to get up early tomorrow..."

"Hmm! But, don't you really want to try?" Zhao Jinyu pointed vigorously at the light bulb above his head, looking eager to share happiness with others.

"Then...try?" Ye Chen coughed dryly.

After all, he was staying at other girls' homes. After finishing business, he couldn't sit still and wanted to leave quickly.

Fortunately, Wan Qing was there too, it wasn't a lonely man and a widow living in the same room, so the feeling of embarrassment was not very strong.

She excitedly turned off the desk lamp, and the whole room was plunged into darkness.

After a few seconds, Wan Qing and Ye Chen slowly adapted to the darkness.

The colorful neon lights outside the window are still flickering, and the night market not far away can still hear the hustle and bustle. Occasionally, a car drives by, and the bright lights illuminate the street like daytime for a short moment.

However, the liveliness of this night is coming to an end soon, and the nightlife in 96 will not last that long, unlike Wan Qing in City S at that time, even at two or three o'clock in the morning, the city center is full of lively voices.

At that time, she only felt the hustle and bustle, but after she came back, she felt that such a voice was more reassuring.

In the dark room, only the outlines of some objects can be barely seen.

Zhao Jinyu stood by the window like a shadow.

She picked up something that looked like a remote control, then raised her hand and pressed it.

The projection lamp hanging on the ceiling was slowly turned on, emitting a particularly psychedelic halo.

Purple, red, green, blue... Lights of various colors and patterns of various colors are intertwined and slowly turning.

This is the light ball that will be used in KTV later, and it is also the most commonly used atmosphere rendering object in those discotheques.

Zhao Jinyu pressed a few more times, and the color, pattern, rotation frequency and method of the light ball began to change. For a while, small light spots spread out like a sky full of stars, and for a while, different color blocks spread out like stage lights. Take a photo.

Finally, she changed to a relatively soothing lighting mode. The colorful light spots flickered slowly and rotated. When she closed the curtains, it immediately made people feel as if they were in the sea of ​​stars.

"It's so beautiful..." Ye Chen raised his head, looking a little bewildered, "This lamp...where did you buy it?"

"Special lighting stores will sell them."

"How much?" Ye Chen bumped into Wan Qing's arm, "Wan Qing...uh, why don't we buy one at home too?"

"It's not too expensive. You can buy one like me for a hundred dollars. The cheaper ones have too few functions, so it's not fun."

Ye Chen coughed dryly, and immediately closed his mouth.

"Is it the mood of life?" She whispered to herself.

"Oh, by the way, I turned on the record player—!"

With that said, Zhao Jinyu ran into the room again, and took out the record player, which was about the size of a dressing table. The speakers did not seem to be plated with copper, but were really made of brass, and the heavy metal texture could be clearly seen.

She opened the cabinet at the side, and by the not-so-bright light of the projector lamp, she found a vinyl record wrapped in delicate kraft paper.

The record was bigger than her two palms combined, and when held up, it could cover her small face.

The sound of the mechanical buckle was exceptionally crisp, the stylus was placed on the vinyl record, and as the switch was pressed, a delicate friction sound slowly came from the machine.

The melodious music flows out slowly like the water of the Milky Way.

Wan Qing lives in an apartment and has nowhere to go.

Zhao Jinyu lives in an apartment, purely to enjoy life...

The gap between people is always so big.

But Ye Chen didn't think much about it, he was just full of envy, thinking that when he could make money, he would buy such things and put them at home.

But it is a pity that when he was able to earn money to support himself and had spare money to buy other things, most of the items that he yearned for when he was young have been eliminated. The obsolete garbage is moved home.

In fact, it was not only to realize childhood dreams, but also to find the feelings that I had lost.

As people grow older, they will change more and more, and they will become less and less like themselves when they were young.

So finding those old things is also looking for my original intention.

When an ordinary person stops looking for them, it actually means losing the motivation to live.

I gave up chasing and exploring the future, and I also gave up looking for my past self.

Wan Qing felt that her eye sockets were a little hot, and she vaguely felt that she had found some extremely important things that she had lost.

It was getting late, in fact, after only listening to two songs, the two bid farewell and left.

"Then see you tomorrow!" Zhao Jinyu stood at the door, his voice 'alarmed' the sensor light in the corridor, making it turn on again.

"Uh, see you tomorrow!"

"Goodbye." Wan Qing smiled and waved her hand, "Thank you for today, and I will trouble you more in the future."

"Yeah, it's okay, you don't have to be so polite, bye!"

The light in the living room was still on, and my father seemed to have just taken a shower, and his hair was still messy and messy.

"Dad." Ye Chen called him habitually.

Father looked sideways slightly and nodded slightly.

As if in response.

The Romance of the Three Kingdoms was playing on the TV, and it was showing the confrontation between Yuan Shao and Dong Zhuo.

Father's condition also seems to be slowly improving.

This feeling of being able to see hope for the future made Wan Qing feel extraordinarily comfortable.

Don't be afraid of being in the dark, but afraid that you won't even be able to see the light of the stars.

"Have you taken a shower?"

Father turned his head a little more this time, and his eyes calmly fell on Wan Qing, a trace of guilt flashed across his face: "...the clothes are on top of the washing machine."

"Understood, they will be washed together." Wan Qing waved her hand - the so-called washing together means that his clothes will be thrown into the washing machine separately later.

After all, Wan Qing couldn't be bothered to help him wash his underwear.

As for Ye Chen, it's not that he thinks it's troublesome, but that he probably didn't think about it at all.

"My sword is not bad!" In the black and white TV screen, the young Yuan Shao drew out his sword, and Wan Qing's mind has already appeared the appearance of the young man in red.

On the TV screen, the young Yuan Shao is also very different from the old Yuan Shao.

It made Wan Qing think of herself and Ye Chen.

"Man, it's so complicated."

"...What's the matter, feeling so emotional all of a sudden?" Ye Chen, who was taking off his pants and putting them on the chair, was a little puzzled.

"Seeing you makes me feel emotional."

"What's the matter with me, I didn't mess with you..."

"I didn't say you were bad, why are you nervous?"

"...I have a psychological shadow."

"It's okay, you are still young, and your psychological shadow will recover quickly."

"Hello!"

"I'm going to take a shower. Where's your clothes? I put them in the washing machine while I'm washing them."

"Oh, I've already thrown the changed clothes into the washing machine."

"Okay, you go to bed first." Wan Qing yawned, pushed open the sliding door, and walked into the bathroom.

On the sink cabinet where there were only three toothbrushes and cups, today there is an extra razor, and there are still a few stubbles on it.

She couldn't help laughing.

I don't even know why I'm laughing.

"Life will always get better, right?" She looked at herself in the mirror and asked herself, "Probably."

People always have a goal—a goal that goes in a good direction.

There was the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, and Ye Chen just took a peek at the hazy figure reflected on the sliding door, when he was startled by Wan Qing's scolding.

"Grass!! Cold water!"

eleven o 'clock.

The hot water supply to the apartment ended early.

If it was washed at ten o'clock, it might still be somewhat warm, but washing it now...it would be good if it wasn't bone-chilling water.

Wan Qing's skin is tender and tender, and she is extremely sensitive. The cold water made her teeth 'crack', but she could only grit her teeth and pour water on her body.

This washing has been washed, so we can't give up halfway.

Just like life, many times you start and you can't stop.

Fortunately, it was only the beginning of September after all. Although the water was cold, it was not so cold that it was bone-chilling. After a while, she could get used to it, but it still made her speed up the bathing, and she was not even in the mood to appreciate this young girl. Delicate body.

……

26. Not waking up

Ye Chen got up first today, it was still daylight, the alarm clock hadn't sounded yet, the TV was still on, but his father had his eyes open, but he looked dazed.

He rarely wakes up, Ye Chen has already gotten used to it.

But he still looks forward to talking to his father when he is awake every day.

Evening Sun is actually the same.

——She didn't get up until about ten minutes after he woke up.

"Morning, Dad." She didn't seem to expect any response, and after saying hello, she walked to the door of the bathroom wearing large slippers that didn't fit her feet—these shoes belonged to Ye Chen, and Ye Chen She wore the wrong slippers, so she brought hers on, "Don't you feel small if you wear the wrong slippers?"

"Uh...?" Ye Chen lowered his head, looked at his feet barely squeezed into the slippers, and laughed dryly, "I didn't notice..."

"Change it back." She muttered, kicking Ye Chen's pair away, and the latter had some difficulty kicking back the pair of jammed slippers.

"Hurry up...haha."

"immediately……"

"It really doesn't work, I'll go to the bathroom now." Wan Qing raised her trousers and was about to walk in, "Anyway, we're all alone, so don't worry about it so much."

"Hey Hey hey--"

"Then hurry up."

"Immediately, immediately..." Ye Chen was wiping his face with a towel, but he usually washed his face quickly, but now he wiped it over and over again.

The expression on his face became more and more strange.

"What are you doing, bitches, you've been looking in the mirror for a long time, are you alright?" Wan Qing has always been so rude when speaking—in fact, that's not always the case, it's just that she's especially rude when facing her other self.

"Uh, do you feel—"

"what?"

"I seem to have turned white?"

"Haven't been out in the sun recently." Wan Qing rolled her eyes, "I'm glad you've become a little whiter, get out of the way, I can't hold it back anymore."

"...Didn't you say that I am black, then I am now white, of course I am happy."

"That's it. How white do you think you can become?" Wan Qing angrily walked directly to the toilet, and was about to take off her pants.

"You can't be more civilized!" Ye Chen hurriedly escaped, the mystery and beauty of the beautiful girl in his imagination were completely destroyed during the days spent with Wan Qing, which made him want to cry.

He even wondered if he went on like this, would he not have any physical reaction when he saw a beautiful girl in the future.

"Close the door!" Wan Qing didn't forget to ask him to work for her.

"Oh." He closed the sliding door with a 'crash', and heard Wan Qing's voice coming from inside again, "Plug in the rice cooker, press the switch, I put the rice and water in last night!"

"Got it—" he dragged out his voice, and staggered towards the kitchen.

During the period when I just woke up, I always seemed to be unable to exert myself.

It's still early, but after all, you have to ride there, so it's better to start early.