i was my mistake

But what happened to the other party? When they called, they were looking for their own mother, but they called her. Was it the wrong number?

"who are you?"

"I, my name is Ye Youliang, you tell her that it is Ye Youliang who is calling."

Ye Youliang.

is the father's name.

But how is it possible?

Father should be by mother's side at this time, why is he calling inexplicably?

And it is impossible for him not to know at this time that his mother was not in the textile factory in the west of the city because she was hospitalized because of illness.

"You are Ye Youliang?"

"Yeah, it's me. Is she here? Cough..." The voice of the young man on the other end of the phone was somewhat embarrassed and uneasy.

"How many years is it now?"

"Huh? 1977."

The door of the bathroom was opened with a crack, and Ye Chen, who just remembered that he hadn't changed his clothes at all, poked his head out in embarrassment: "Wan Qing! What about the clothes?!"

"Shh." Wan Qing made a silent gesture with a serious face.

There was a 'rustling' sound from the other end of the phone, probably from the wind.

He was calling from a public phone booth?

No, I'm afraid even public telephone booths were not popular in those days, so he should be queuing up at the telephone company to make calls.

But by this time the phone company had already closed.

"what time is it now?"

"Eleven o'clock at noon." There was a bit of doubt and slight anger in the other party's tone.

Wan Qing looked up at the time, it was also eleven o'clock.

eleven o'clock at night...

If you can travel back to the past from the future, then it may not be a problem if you have a call from the past to the future.

But why?

Some kind of quantum fluctuation triggered?

The signal also travels through time and space?

More importantly, she didn't know how to explain it at this time.

"I want to tell you something, you have to calm down and listen, don't shout too loudly."

"Oh, what...?"

Ye Chen curiously looked at Wan Qing who was on the phone through the crack of the door, and scratched her head vigorously.

"My time here is August 1996, 17, eleven o'clock in the evening."

"Ah what?"

"I mean, I'm here in 1996, and your call is into the future."

"Ah?! If I make a mistake, I will make a mistake. You, you little girl, don't make fun of me. I'm sorry..."

"I'm telling the truth...don't you want to know who you can marry?"

The phone that was about to be hung up stopped again.

"What... what?"

"Listen to me, you will marry He Caihua, just in these two years, and then you will have a very lively wedding...and then you will have a baby."

"Really? Uh...haha...then who are you? Even...you can't know very well, right? I'm not a big shot."

"Because...I am your son...daughter."

"Ah, I will have a daughter in the future?"

Wan Qing lowered her eyelids and looked at Ye Chen, who was looking at her for help, and replied, "Well, there is another son."

"Really? Twins?"

"Yes, absolute twins."

"Is that so..."

"What's your number there?"

"It's also August [-]th..."

"Just this month, probably, the textile factory in the west of the city will catch fire—this is the proof that I am from the future."

"what……"

"Okay, it's been 3 minutes, hurry up, people behind are still queuing!" A voice came from not far away, and it seemed that it was not far from the receiver.

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll make another call!"

Then, the phone was hung up in a hurry.

"What kind of phone is this?" Ye Chen couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Calls from the past, me, our dad."

"real or fake?"

"That's all you can say, right? I can come back from the future, and of course he can call from the past. What's the fuss?"

"Okay...uh...clothes...?"

"I'll find it for you."

The closet is full of women's clothes, Wan Qing finally found a relatively unisex loose shirt, but for Ye Chen, it's just barely enough.

As for the trousers, I am afraid there are none he can wear.

So, when Ye Chen saw his clothes, his whole face collapsed.

He also noticed that the corners of Wan Qing's mouth were rising uncontrollably.

"Hey, I get it, you asked me to take a shower just for this moment, right?"

"I'm not that bad, it's just that I didn't think of it for a while."

"You are the future me, you are not thoughtful enough!"

"If you want to wear it, you can wear it, if you don't wear it, you will wear it down." Wan Qing threw a long plaid skirt on his forehead, and then put the shirt and briefs on the stool.

The clouds outside the window moved slowly, covering the moon.

Maybe half an hour, maybe an hour?

Ye Chen finally walked into the room where the lights were not turned on.

The long skirt was a bit too short for him, barely covering his knees—after all, Wan Qing didn't look very tall.

As for the briefs, I probably barely put them on, so walking was particularly awkward.

The shirt is just right, it's just narrower at the shoulders.

"Mother-in-law, it took me a long time. You see, it's also my first day wearing women's clothing. I'm much calmer than you."

"Calm?" Ye Chen seems to be a little unfamiliar with this word, "Hey, you are a girl, I am a boy... Tsk, besides, who knows if you are deliberately teasing me..."

"Okay, lie down and sleep." Wan Qing pressed the switch of the electric fan with her foot, making it start to shake its head slowly.

"Cough, um——" The moonlight outside the window was blocked, and only sporadic lights from shopping malls or hotels came in.

The room was so dark that it was actually hard to see what he was wearing.

It also made him feel a little less embarrassed.

But the sense of shame was extraordinarily strong.

"You, you, can't you tell others?"

"Don't you just wear a skirt, I'm nervous for you."

"...I, I...my inner...that is also worn..."

"It's up to you. If you want, you can take it back and collect it."

"...Why am I so perverted in your mouth?" Ye Chen relaxed a little, and lay down slowly, but there was still a little distance between him and Wan Qing.

"I am you, how do you think I don't know?"

"Who said that I am still pure now!"

"Oh, really." Wan Qing replied perfunctorily, looking out the window with her back turned to him, "Next, I want to tell you about the future, let's talk about the deepest memory first, not necessarily according to time The order, you should remember first - after your parents died, you lived alone, and the dormitory in the factory was not allocated, because your father had already been laid off when he jumped off the building. Of course, someone will come to ask if you need it. If you need it, you will firmly say no—but don’t be an idiot, you must buy that house...even if it’s just for you to live in temporarily.”

……

7. Future

(One)

"Why do I have to have a house? I don't work in a factory. According to what you said...my parents will be gone by then." Although wearing a skirt at this time, it looks a little funny, but under the moonlight, Ye Chen's face is full of tears. But the expression is very serious, "It's not interesting to beg others, right? It's embarrassing."

"Face? What's the use of a face?" Wan Qing sneered, "Do you know how much a house will be worth in the future? Especially in such a big city, if you get one for nothing, at least you have a place to live. It will be fine by then." Sell ​​it when it is high, as the first pot of gold for starting a business."

"... Oh." Ye Chen didn't have any mood swings.

In fact, in the factory era, houses were still a scarce commodity.

Not everyone can get a house.

Those who have worked in the factory for more than ten years like my father have to be ranked behind.

Wan Qing knows very well that the wave of layoffs is coming, and she is still counting on house allocation, which is basically a dream.

Because the factory has no money to build new dormitory buildings...

"In short, if the house can be won, it must be won."

"Okay..." Ye Chen's answer was rather perfunctory.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it later." Wan Qing turned over and faced him, their eyes met, but the bright moonlight quietly moved away from the room, leaving the two of them in darkness.

The neon lights flickering outside the window also went out a lot, from bustling to lonely.

It's late, it's late at night.

Ye Chen had a hazy illusion—Wan Qing's voice seemed to be a shout from afar, or a whisper in his ear.

"There are several major events in the future, among which the rise in housing prices is the most important, followed by the catastrophic flood in [-], oh, yes, there should be a big typhoon in the near future, it will land in Z province, and it will come around September, It's been a few days... are you listening?"

"...I'm listening."

"Then what did I just say?"

"typhoon……"

"Forget it, it's useless to say it like this, I have to find a time to write down what I remember." Wan Qing shook her head, "In short, if you follow my plan, you will definitely be able to change the future. Whatever you regret, you have a chance to save."

"Well, but why are you helping me?"

"What are you doing stupid? Am I not you?"

"But, now, you can completely live your life again, with this new identity." Ye Chen's voice suddenly softened, "And I always feel that you hate me..."

The girl who always had a stinky face in front of her suddenly became gentle. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she was thinking about what to say.

After a while, she finally placed a slender and soft hand on his cheek.

"Because I also want to save myself..."

……

(two)

Ye Chen forgot how he fell asleep last night.