i was my mistake

There was a strong wind outside, and the rain was pouring.

The eaves were clattered by raindrops, and a song by Teresa Teng was playing in the tape player.

Compared with those digital songs in the future, this music is far from being "lossless". There are not only the noise of the tape machine rotating, but also the slight distortion caused by the wear of the tape itself.

And the not-so-good speaker of the tape machine itself added a bit of noise.

But Wan Qing prefers this kind of sound, because it has a sense of historical precipitation that changes with the years, unlike digital music, no matter how many years have passed, as long as it is still the same file, the sound will never change.

That kind of rigid immutability, that kind of technological progress that brings many things to an end, always makes people feel an inexplicable disappointment.

There is a bowl of splash eggs on the table, suspended in the water like a jellyfish, and the semi-liquid orange yolk looks extra delicious.

A few slices of green onion are used as garnishes, but there is nothing else.

Hua Yinyin scooped up the soup slowly with a small spoon, shaking her two little feet that couldn't reach the ground.

"Is it good to eat?" Wan Qing is not very confident in her cooking skills, and usually just teases another self. When she really cooks for others, she is quite modest.

"Hmm! It's delicious."

"That's fine." She moved the chair aside and sat down, "Uncle... ah, sister, do your homework for a while, can you read alone?"

"Ok!"

"it is good."

In fact, the homework was finished yesterday, and what she has to do today is the questions that Zhao Jinyu gave her and Ye Chen.

That's right, it was the mathematics that I hated the most and had never been able to learn well.

The draft book is full of numbers, and various formulas are copied in another book. She doesn't remember it very well, so she has to open it every now and then to check.

However, memorizing all the formulas is just the beginning of learning mathematics.

Although she can fix circuits, compared to mathematics, that thing is really simple.

To be honest, if she wasn't good at other liberal arts, I'm afraid she wouldn't be in the science class at all.

As the difficulty of the questions increased, she began to feel a little headache-why didn't she come back a year early?

At that time, if you worked hard, you should still be able to pass a liberal arts class...

After studying science, I probably think that I never want to study science again in this life.

But even now, there is no way to escape.

She knew very well that if she escaped some things now, she would never be able to escape those things in the future.

Only by facing everything as much as possible can we have the right to choose before extremely difficult things.

"y is equal to..."

She muttered softly, and drew a draft on the paper. From the perspective of Hua Yinyin, it was a heavenly book.

"elder sister……"

"Hmm...?" Wan Qing maintained her thoughts, quickly calculated the final answer, and then raised her head to look at the little girl beside her, "What's wrong?"

"Is my sister a senior in high school?"

"Ah."

"Oh!" She nodded vigorously, "These questions look so difficult."

"Uh... indeed." Wan Qing looked at the splash eggs she had finished eating, "Are you full?"

"I'm full...that...sister, I, I didn't bring paper and pen back..."

"Oh, you want paper and pen? What kind of paper? What kind of pen?"

"Anything is fine..."

Wan Qing opened the drawer, took out a blank exercise book and threw it on the table, then handed her an unused ballpoint pen.

In an era when entertainment is not abundant, people always have ways to relieve boredom and kill time.

Reading books and watching TV is the most common, and some will write and draw on paper by themselves, allowing their imagination to stretch freely.

Wan Qing thinks that in many cases, it is probably because it is too boring that so many arts are born...

There was a rustling sound on the paper, one of the two was writing a topic, the other was drawing, and the bedroom fell into a reassuring tranquility.

For a moment, Wan Qing hoped that Ye Chen's personality would change from that of Hua Yinyin's - this kid just couldn't calm down, and he had to look around while doing homework, distracted from time to time, as if he never grew up.

Do people have to experience many setbacks and tribulations before they can mature?

She sighed softly, and finally finished the last question, planning to copy Chinese poems to relax.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

The slightly piercing sound of the electric bell broke the inexplicably comfortable tranquility.

The strong wind outside was still raging, and now no one was still wandering outside, not even a few cars, and the bus seemed to have stopped temporarily, and the whole city seemed deserted as if all the people had moved away at once.

So obviously it wasn't Ye Chen who came back.

Then it was probably Zhao Jinyu from the opposite door.

Wan Qing guessed right this time.

It is indeed her.

"Morning."

"...It's getting late." Wan Qing rubbed her nose, "I've been writing questions all morning..."

"Hmm, are you done?"

"I'm planning to take a break."

Zhao Jinyu took off his shoes seriously, and walked into the room: "Then I just came to play with you, and it's important to combine work and rest."

"It's really important." Wan Qing took half a step back and said with some embarrassment, "There are no extra slippers at home..."

"it's okay."

"I'll wear mine for you." Wan Qing took off her slippers and handed them to her, even with a bit of residual warmth from her feet.

"Isn't this cold?"

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Yi shook her head and looked at the plush toy in her arms with a smile. It was just bought yesterday at a street stall, and it probably felt fresh, so even if she came to play now, she would still feel comfortable. Still in my arms.

"I brought flying chess to play."

"That's just right... I'm still thinking what we'll have to talk about to pass the time."

"Or play chess, backgammon and so on? I have them all at home."

"I want to play Three Kingdoms..." Wan Qing coughed dryly.

"……what is that?"

"Uh, forget it, you can't buy it."

"Impossible, as long as there is something for sale, I will definitely be able to buy it." Zhao Jinyu looked curious, "Or go to a department store someday, there must be something for sale."

It is true that money can buy many things, but it is true that no matter how rich you are, you cannot buy things that transcend the times.

She couldn't speak directly, so she had to explain: "Actually, it was a game I made with my friends before, and I made the cards myself. Now those things have been lost, and it would be too troublesome to do it again."

"That's it." Zhao Jinyu immediately turned his attention away, and his eyes fell on Ye Youliang who was on the sofa.

There was no signal during the typhoon, but he still kept his eyes open, motionless, like a sculpture.

I don't know if I fell into that grotesque picture again?

He will become like this because history has been changed.

In fact, it shouldn't cost that much to forcefully change history. It's just that he is the closest person to Wan Qing and Ye Chen, and he has a phone to contact him in the past, which led to the chaos at this time.

When will I be able to wake up?

She sighed softly, and led Zhao Jinyu into the bedroom.

"Whose sister is it? She's so cute." Zhao Jinyu's eyes lit up when he saw Hua Yinyin, holding the plush bear with one hand, and pinching her little face with the other hand.

The latter suddenly shrank his neck as if frightened: "Ah! Eh?"

"This is [-]'s child. Her parents haven't come back, so I'll let her sit with me for a while."

"Oh~!" Zhao Jinyu lowered his head with joy, and his ponytail also tilted, "Little sister, what's your name?"

Her face was so close that Hua Yinyin held her breath as if frightened, and was speechless for a long time, before she lowered her head and wrote her name on the notebook.

"Flower, silver, silver? Such a lovely name, what is painted on it?"

The drawing in the exercise book is a cross-section of a daughter's room. All kinds of furniture are placed in this small room, and the perspective is well handled. There are almost no problems. There are many small decorations drawn on the wall. There are still books on the bookshelf, and even two pens are drawn in the small pen holder.

"It's amazing." Zhao Jinyu praised, "The painting is so detailed and serious!"

"Hmm..." Hua Yinyin's face was flushed red, and she covered her cheeks with her little hands in embarrassment.

"Hua Yinyin, let's play flying chess together?" She said, and took out the flying chess that was stuck in the creaking nest. On the lid was the checkers board, and when the lid was opened, there was the flying chess board.

Each small grid is filled with glass beads of different colors, which can support up to five people to play together.

"Let's all play on the bed." Wan Qing sat down on the big soft round bed, "It's still warmer."

"Okay!" Zhao Jinyu tilted his head, and stuffed the plush bear into Hua Yinyin's arms, "Little sister, don't be afraid of life, sister's little bear is here for you to play with."

"Mum..." Hua Yinyin was at a loss for a moment as she hugged the stuffed bear half as tall as her.

"By the way, where is Ye Chen?" Zhao Jinyu watched Hua Yinyin slowly sit up on the bed, and suddenly remembered who seemed to be missing in the room.

"He, he ran out to play early in the morning, but the typhoon came, and he probably won't be able to come back today."

"Are you going to spend the night outside?"

"Well, more or less." Wan Qing yawned and lay down hugging the pillow, "I feel sleepy when I go to bed..."

"Come on, let's play flying chess!"

"Why don't you play something new and add some rules to this flying chess?"

"What rules?"

"For example, you can roll dice to attack once in each round, or write a few pieces of paper, and you can draw a card in each round. Like Monopoly, there are good events and bad events..."

"You can try it! It sounds interesting."

"Then let's come up with a new rule together?"

Therefore, a good game of flying chess has been played as a strategy game. Although the rules are not perfect, it is indeed much more fun than the original rules that can only be played by rolling dice to see luck.

The wind outside the window is still there.

The tape player in the house ran out again.

Wan Qing picked it up casually, changed the side of the tape, put it back again, and covered it with a 'click'.

Gentle music slowly flowed out from the rough sound hole again.

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38. Sleeping in the same bed

The already gloomy sky grew darker.

When everyone finally had fun, they realized that it was past six o'clock in the evening.

As if remembering something, Hua Yinyin put on her shoes and ran into the corridor, and finally knocked on her own door this time.

So she happily ran back to get her schoolbag, and said goodbye very politely.

Her mother looked quite young, holding the door frame with one hand, looked at Wan Qing and Zhao Jinyu, and showed a friendly smile: "I will trouble you today."

"It's okay, it's okay, she's quite obedient, she's not noisy, she played flying chess with us all afternoon." Wan Qing waved her hand.

"Have you eaten yet? If you haven't eaten, come to my house to eat? It happened that I bought a lot of vegetables today."

"Thank you, auntie, no need, we'll eat later."

"You're welcome, we're all neighbors, and we'll see each other when we look up and down."