i was my mistake

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"Not necessarily."

The dinner wasn't too rich, so in order to eat it quickly, she made fried noodles.

There are cucumber shreds, carrot shreds, green pepper shreds, and a little leek in it.

Eggs were beaten in to make the taste of fried noodles more intense. To save some, I only put a little minced meat to enhance the flavor, and finally sprinkled a lot of chopped green onions, then knocked on the pot and poured it into the plate from inside.

"This plate is for Dad, and the other plate is yours." Wan Qing said, picking up the smallest plate - this one is hers.

Father seems to be in good condition today, at least he can sit at the dining table and have dinner with everyone.

He was silent, and put the fried noodles into his mouth with chopsticks, a puzzled look suddenly appeared on his face.

"who are you?"

"Dad, you are here again..." Ye Chen laughed dryly, "You are your son."

"Where is my son, I only have one daughter."

"One?"

"Hmm... one." The father looked at Wan Qing, "This is my daughter."

"Father, he is actually your daughter too." Wan Qing gloated and said with a gleeful smile, "It's just that it's not right now, it will be after a while."

"Hello!"

Father didn't answer, as if he had forgotten what he said just now, but today he was more talkative than usual: "Something has changed, the end of the world, it won't come again."

Wan Qing guessed that what her father saw was fragmented, a possibility of the future.

That is to say, Yang Zeng was saved today, a little bit of the future was changed, and more influence was produced.

"Then what will the future become?" Ye Chen was a little curious.

"The red flags are planted all over the earth..."

"That's really a horrible thing." Wan Qing said jokingly.

Ye Chen was not very happy: "Hey, isn't that a good thing, why are you always prejudiced against it?"

"...How many years is it now?" He suddenly asked again abruptly.

"In [-], Dad, you lived with us in Wanqing's apartment, and you are having dinner now." It was rare for Ye Chen to see his father talk so much, so he deliberately explained this question in detail.

"[-]." Father nodded lightly, thoughtfully, but just as he was about to say something, his pupils began to slacken and lose focus, like a machine without a soul , just mechanically continued stuffing fried noodles into his mouth.

"Dad?"

"Don't look, this is being dragged into the vortex of time again." Wan Qing thought of the bizarre scenes she saw when she came to this era, and felt that her metaphor was quite appropriate.

"Dad is more and more normal."

"I don't think it's a normal one."

"In short, the day of his complete recovery is approaching, it's almost here!"

"probably."

"It's great, every day brings new changes and new hopes."

"That's great, a fool who won't be affected by negative emotions."

"Cut... If it's really like you, complaining all day long, I'd rather be a fool." Ye Chen bit off the fried noodles in his mouth, chewed with puffed cheeks, and said vaguely in his mouth, "Well It's woo oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (I'm a fool with ideals)."

"Really." Wan Qing, who had already finished the fried noodles on the plate, took a sip of seaweed soup, and looked at him lazily with her cheeks on her hands, "Then you will drown in your ideals."

"Hey, it's so vicious—"

"I just thought of a line from a drama I watched." Wan Qing smiled not maliciously, "I thought of it, so I want to use it."

"So you don't really think so, do you?"

"Who doesn't want to realize their ideals? Even if you pay too much for it, even if you find that it will be difficult to realize later." She casually wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, "But who can refuse my childhood desire? I am In order to realize your ideals, even many of them are unrealistic."

"Really?"

"fake."

……

66. Thinner

The heat in October is still going on, and it was only after six o'clock, and the sun has already shone into the house. Summer seems to be a little bit unwilling to leave like this, but I want to come out and show my face again in these few days.

Wan Qing's feet exposed outside the quilt were a little hot from the sun, she retracted the soles of her feet under the quilt, and turned over again.

He didn't realize that Ye Chen was no longer on the bed.

So where is he now?

—He's in the bathroom.

Early in the morning, he came to the bathroom to take a shower.

It's not hard work or sudden cleanliness.

But... a reason that men all know.

Oh, no, please don’t get me wrong, it’s not that something was missing from the dream, but that at four or five o’clock in the morning, the blood all over his body was concentrated in a certain place, which made him have to get up from the bed to solve the problem of holding back urine .

Hmm...probably a problem of holding back urine.

perhaps.

Based on the mentality that everyone is here and everyone is sleeping, Ye Chen finally couldn't hold back.

It rose together with Chen Xu.

I mean...fly.

Or—forget it, let’s not talk about it.

Ye Chen felt that he had been a little frequent recently.

And he finally sensed something was wrong.

I don't know if it is because I feel that it is about to disappear, so I use it frequently with the mentality that if I don't use it, it will be useless; or because of frequent use, the changes in my body are accelerated.

The water droplets slid over his smooth and delicate skin, and he could feel that his arms and thighs had lost a lot of muscle, and his skeleton was obviously much smaller—this has been happening since recently Change slowly.

But just yesterday, in one night, he became much thinner.

He lowered his head and looked at his waist - what do you think he was talking about?

Yes, it is the waist, which is much thinner, and the body can already see a few graceful curves of women.

The lower abdomen is a little bulging, as if something has been created in it.

Of course, the thinning is not the only place here.

Overnight, it became thinner and smaller, and now it looks white and small, with a cute appearance that can be pinched and played with in the palm of your hand.

Yes... his hands.

Now it can really be regarded as a slender hand.

Is it because I have done too much of those things recently, or yesterday made an important change in history—after all, this saved the second half of a person’s life—the word 'sheng' does not need a nasal sound.

The foam of the shower gel covered the tender skin, and he couldn't help touching it a few more times.

This time, the bath took an extra long time.

He looked in the mirror and found that his hair seemed to grow a little longer.

He just stood there naked, looking at himself in the mirror.

There was a voice that seemed to be laughing and singing, saying goodbye to himself.

"Hmph~hmm...I can catch the moon, and I will use countless dreams to prop up countless oars~"

The voice came from a distance, although it was just a cappella, it was extraordinarily melodious.

"La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la ha ha ha ha ha..." I probably forgot the words in the middle, but I still remember the melody. Slowly, the pitch began to rise, and the singing came in from a closer place, "Goodbye Mom, I'm going on a long voyage tonight, don't worry about me, I have the oars of wisdom and happiness--when ~you ~wake~ come..."

"Dong dong."

The melodious and cheerful but nine-point sad song stopped, and then there was a knock on the bathroom door: "Every time you grab the toilet early in the morning, hurry up, okay?"

"Ah... ah... here we come!" Ye Chen quickly put on the change of clothes, and hurriedly opened the sliding door.

Wan Qing looked him up and down, and asked suspiciously: "What are you doing, it's early in the morning, have you taken a shower?"

"Ahem... yes."

"There's no hot water."

"Washed in cold water."

"Although the weather is indeed hot... But aren't you afraid of the cold?"

"It's okay..." Ye Chen actually wanted to say that he was so hot just now that he was sweating under the blanket.

"Forget it, don't look for me if you have a cold." Wan Qing covered her mouth and yawned, "Huh...it feels like you are... um...? You look more like a girl, eh... wait? Are you Isn't it thinner?"

"Ah? Huh?" Ye Chen subconsciously folded his legs.

"What are you doing, I mean, your voice is getting thinner."

"Ah? Ah—" He cleared his throat, but he didn't hear it, "Is there?"

"Yes, it's more neutral, no, it's already gender-neutral and feminine." Wan Qing put her hand on her shoulder and turned around, "What's going on, yesterday's incident brought about such a big change. Is it the butterfly effect? It has accelerated a lot..."

"It seems to have accelerated a lot..." Ye Chen sighed, and smiled bitterly, "I don't know how to stop it, maybe this is the price of changing fate?"

"Price, price, price... I'm so annoying, there's a price again, there's a price for everything." Wan Qing suddenly raised her eyebrows angrily, "Since you have mastered your destiny, you shouldn't have to pay the price, right?" !"

"There is something to give and something to gain." Ye Chen was quite calm.

At this time, he seemed more like a person who came here.

"Oh? It seems that you still want to be a girl?"

"What are you talking about... It's just that compared to what we've changed, such a price is not unacceptable. If my mother can survive, I will immediately become a woman, no, even if I become a human or a demon! "

"...All right, all right, stop talking nonsense." Wan Qing waved her hand, "Get out of the way, I'm going to the toilet."

"Oh——" Wan Qing didn't have the habit of closing the door at all, it was the sliding door that Ye Chen helped her to close. He stood at the door but didn't go far, and couldn't help asking, "By the way, what did you sing just now?" song?"

"Just now?"

"Yes."

"Did I sing just now?"

"...Are you seventy or eighty?"

"Oh, you said, goodbye mom~ this?"

"correct."

"Moon Ship, the ED of a TV series...that's the ending song, don't even think about it, it hasn't been released yet in this day and age."

"Oh... I found out that you can sing quite well?"

"Haha?" Wan Qing's tone was full of complacency and a little unsure, "Really?"

"Really."

"Really, it's probably because the voice is nice."

"Even if it is sung with the uncle's voice, it will have another flavor."