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"No, cough, I really don't need it."

"Then... okay." After all, it was the first time we met, and the other party couldn't force them to eat, so he had to smile and invite his daughter over, "Yinyin, hurry up and say thank you to the two sisters."

"Thank you sisters..."

"And say goodbye."

"Goodbye..." She showed a shy smile, and then fled back to her home.

Wan Qing couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth: "The little girl is so cute."

"Do you like your daughter Wanwan?"

"Uh... anyway, it's much better than little boys." In Wan Qing's impression, the noisy brats are basically little boys.

"Oh~ okay, then I'll go back to my room first. By the way, how are you going to school tomorrow? If Ye Chen doesn't come back."

"How about riding your bicycle?"

"It's possible...but...I'm not very good at carrying people yet."

"It's okay, I can take you."

"Or shall we take a taxi tomorrow morning?"

"... Isn't this too extravagant?" Wan Qing was stunned, "It costs at least eight yuan to take a taxi..."

"It's okay, we can talk about it tomorrow, maybe because of the typhoon, we won't have class tomorrow."

"It's possible..." Wan Qing scratched her head and retreated into the room, "Anyway, see you tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

With Ye Chen not there, the house seemed a little deserted.

It was as if she had returned to the days when she lived alone.

"Water..." The father lying on the sofa opened his eyes with difficulty and licked his dry lips. He looked very weak, as if he hadn't drank water for three days and three nights—in fact, he would Pour yourself some water to drink.

"What's wrong with you?" Wan Qing walked into the kitchen suspiciously, and filled him with a big bowl of cool water, "Have you drank too much wine?"

"I just came back from...the desert." My father struggled to refocus his eyes, and his words were all confused, "The desert, in the future, I am..."

"What's wrong? What did you see?"

"The future... the end of the world."

"When?"

"[-]." He remembered this clearly.

Wan Qing deduced that his father was affected by the changing time, causing him to see many chaotic images.

But she still sneered: "Are you watching a movie?"

Because in her world, there is no such thing as the end of the world in [-].

At most, there have been some Y[-]K events.

——That is, those old time software will crash when the number reaches [-]. Later, everyone knows that this is just a mistake in programming.

The flapping of a butterfly's wings can bring about a hurricane, but in Wan Qing's view, that is just an exaggeration.

How much difference can the historical changes made by an ordinary person bring to the world?

If it really could trigger the end of the world, then the world would be a little weaker.

"It's...a golden desert, full of sand, no water to drink, people... are looking for water to drink."

Father swallowed his saliva, picked up the porcelain bowl on the tea table, and gulped it down, as if he really hadn't had water for several days.

"The future... How could it become like that?" She was a little dubious.

"I don't know." Father answered quickly, he raised his eyelids to look at her, and fell into a daze again, "Who... are you?"

"Your... daughter."

"I don't have a daughter at all." He suddenly became serious, "I only have two sons."

"Where did the two sons come from?" This is also inconsistent with the facts.

"Yes, yes! One is called Ye Chen, the other is called... called..."

His eyesight gradually lost focus until he completely lost focus.

The opened mouth is also slowly closed, as if the system is down, and the brain can no longer continue to operate.

Looking at her father lying on the sofa twisted into a ball, Wan Qing was silent for a long time, but finally she let out a long sigh.

The typhoon outside the window seemed to have stopped a little bit, but the accumulation of dark clouds indicated that the typhoon had not completely passed.

The dark clouds slowly rotated, as if they were already trapped in a vortex.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rang, and as soon as she picked it up, Ye Chen's voice came from inside.

"Hey, Wanqing! It's getting dark, so I won't go back, in case another typhoon blows halfway."

Wan Qing chuckled as expected: "I knew it, okay, go to bed early, go to school by yourself tomorrow, don't oversleep."

"I understand, I will go with Jiang Xing tomorrow, heh."

"Yang Zeng—" A voice that sounded a little far away came from the other end of the phone, "You haven't finished using the toilet yet, kid?"

"Damn, constipation!"

"Do you want me to poke you with a mop? Damn, hurry up, I can't hold back—"

"You fucking, you go out."

"Damn it! You look like you're at home, you're welcome!"

"You said you're welcome, haha."

"Forget it, I'm going to Uncle Wang's house..."

"Cough, Wan Qing? Then I'll hang up."

"Well, take care of yourself."

"Don't worry, I'm an adult."

"A little kid who is not yet an adult in the third year of high school." She curled her lips in disdain.

"...I'm hanging up!" Ye Chen decided to hang up the phone, and before she could say anything, there was only a "beep beep" busy tone from the other end of the phone.

Wan Qing shook her head helplessly, walked to the window and looked at the street.

After the typhoon stopped for a while, many people came out on the street.

They were in a hurry, looking like they were in a hurry to buy something.

There is a light sign with a telephone receiver pattern on the door of a small shop opposite the apartment building. It is a public phone shop. The shop is small, and the specially arranged long window is full of telephones.

A middle-aged woman sat in a crowded and narrow store, watching these callers boredly.

Some public phone shops will also sell drinks and cigarettes incidentally, and when mobile phones become popular, these small shops will gradually transform into small grocery stores. The original main business will become incidental in the future .

At the moment, some people are talking on the phone in front of the small shop, and everyone's calling posture is different.

Some stood up straight, some lay prone on the table where the telephone was placed, some squatted and half leaned on the ground, and some squatted almost to the point of sitting down.

Some people covered one ear, while others frowned.

In this noisy environment, they may be reporting their safety to their families, or they may be hoping that their families will come to pick them up...

Wan Qing was in a trance for a while, but when she came back to her senses, she found that she couldn't see as clearly as before.

Standing on the eighth floor, although the people downstairs are not as small as ants, they are not too big, and there is a road across the street, so how can we see the expressions on everyone's faces clearly?

Maybe the picture I saw just now is just an overlap between my memory and reality.

"Boom--!!"

A thunderbolt struck Wan Qing and hastily closed the window.

As if the horn of attack was sounded, the violent storm hit again.

Standing behind the window, she saw with her own eyes that a thin and long pine tree was blown down abruptly and hit a nearby electric pole.

There were a few exclamations and screams in the wind and rain.

The lights in the room went out with a 'snap'.

Power outages are very frequent in this day and age.

If it is too hot, there will be a power outage, if it is too cold, there will be a power outage, when a typhoon comes, there will be a power outage, and sometimes there will be a power outage when nothing happens.

The whole neighborhood was plunged into darkness.

Wan Qing could no longer see everything outside clearly, only the invisible wind was beating against the window.

"Huh." She leaned back, lay on the bed, rolled up the quilt, and curled up, "Go to sleep..."

"Ding dong~"

The doorbell rang.

She just lay down, had to get up again, ran barefoot to the door, and pushed the door open with a slam.

Almost bumped into Zhao Jinyu who was standing outside.

"Ah... Jinyu, what's wrong?" She suddenly coughed dryly.

"Your place also... has the power cut off?"

"Oh, yes."

"Boom—!" There was another thunder, and Zhao Jinyu shrank his neck in fright, and hugged the plush bear in his arms tightly.

"Sleeping with you...is that okay?"

"what?"

"I'm...afraid of thunder..." The dark green emergency light in the corridor revealed her appearance of about to cry.

Wan Qing didn't mind sleeping with a man at all, but it was her first time sleeping with a girl.

But after all, she is an old man who has experienced many things, so she will not be so flustered and incoherent like a young man.

In fact, she also bought a solid doll with exquisite workmanship and put it next to her bed to sleep with herself, and she came to the conclusion that sleeping with a woman is just like that.

How much is that little experience.

She nodded lightly, and was afraid that Zhao Jinyu would not see her, so she said, "Anything is fine...but I don't sleep well at night, is it okay?"

"It's ok……"

"Then come in."

The lights of several streets were extinguished.

The bustling lights of the city center farther away were also blocked by the rain.

Nothing can be seen clearly.

The whole world seems to have really been plunged into darkness.

"Huh..." Zhao Jinyu had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard another thunderclap, scaring her into hiding under the quilt, "Wan, Wanwan... sleep now?"

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll go to the bathroom first."

"Hey...then, then I'll be there too..."

"... Can you find me..."

"Then...do you have a flashlight?"

"Uh... no."

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39. Sleep together