I just remember that it seemed like I had a good dream.

What I dreamed has been forgotten with the morning breeze, but the happiness and touch are still engraved in my heart.

You can even taste a little sweetness from the wind.

He looked at the unfamiliar ceiling, motionless.

A few girls' body fragrance, as clear and sweet as a mountain spring, can be heard around me.

He wasn't sure if there was something wrong with his nose—because even in novels, he didn't seem to have seen any girl with such a scent.

Or, this smell can only be smelled by the other 'self'?

Yes, he remembered what happened yesterday.

Although it was only a short afternoon, it felt extremely fulfilling.

Even when I woke up today, it still felt like a dream.

But the girl lying beside her actually exists in reality.

——Although her sleeping posture is not very good-looking.

Wan Qing fell asleep on her back, and unconsciously picked her small Qiong's nose in her dream, which made Ye Chen a little worried that she would put her index finger in it—fortunately, she didn't do it after all.

From that good-looking mouth came a pleasant sleep talk, but what he said was a little hard to listen to: "Your mother, dog thing, grass-fucking mother, you don't pay overtime for overtime work...a woman raised by a dog... "

Ye Chen suddenly felt a little afraid of the future.

He doesn't feel that the current self has any tendency to move closer to Wan Qing, but if she is indeed the future self, does that mean that he was actually forced to be that way by life?

Growing up is a scary thing.

Become not even feel like yourself.

"Huh!" Wan Qing seemed to be having a nightmare, she woke up suddenly, sat up with a 'shua', fine beads of sweat were all over her forehead.

"Are you okay?"

"It's nothing, I just dreamed that I jumped off again." Wan Qing raised the corners of her lips, as if mocking herself, "People who have died once are more afraid of death."

Ye Chen, who had never died before, nodded blankly.

"Let's go, get up, and prepare to go to the hospital. I don't know what butterfly effect my arrival will bring, so I have to do things to make up for the future as soon as possible." Wan Qing quickly got up from the bed, without slippers, naked He walked out of the room quickly, and there was a 'swish' sound in the living room.

When Ye Chen came back to his senses, she had already finished washing.

But the hair was still messy, tangled together like wool.

"Not up yet? Going out."

"Wait, where are my clothes?"

"Your clothes...?" Wan Qing looked into the bathroom as if remembering something - the clothes Ye Chen took off yesterday were still unwashed on the shelf.

"I can't just go out like this...?"

"If you washed it off last night, it's all dry today."

"I forgot...you didn't remind me." Ye Chen's tone was a bit teasing, "Since you are the future me, you should be more thoughtful than me, right?"

"...It's disturbing you to death." Wan Qing couldn't hold back her face, "I'll go buy you a set of clothes and come back to see if there is any extra money at home..."

"Wait, are you going out like this?"

"Why not?"

"...don't you comb your hair?"

"trouble."

"But this is too..."

"Then help me comb."

"I won't either..."

"You think I will?"

"Forget it, let me come, let me try..."

……

(three)

On the table in front of Wan Qing, there was a mess of pens, papers and coins. This money was found after searching the house several times. Theoretically speaking, everything should be here.

While she was counting the money, she was laying out the pen and paper. Behind her, Ye Chen was holding the comb she found in the bathroom, and combing her hair clumsily from top to bottom.

"Hiss—can you lighten up?"

"Ah, I'm sorry..." Ye Chen carefully removed the hair that was tangled on the comb, and then slowly combed it down again.

He gradually found the knack, and found that he had to hold the ends of the hair to comb it better.

She had slept all night, and her hair was all forked, but after he combed it carefully, it finally began to tidy up slowly.

"89, 89 yuan five, 89 yuan six, why are there so many two cents... 89 yuan nine, 91 yuan nine." Wan Qing pushed the pennies and pennies aside, and put the coins in the left jacket pocket , while the banknotes are in the right jacket pocket, "Is it worth points now?"

"Yes, it can be used to cheer up and buy steamed buns."

"It's been a long time... At my time, pennies have long been eliminated, and [-] cents are not considered money anymore."

"Did the prices rise that much?" Ye Chen asked in surprise.

"There are more than you can imagine." Wan Qing raised the corners of her lips, "Okay, I'll go buy you a set of clothes and see if there are any cheap ones."

"Wait a minute." Ye Chen hurriedly grabbed the comb, "I also need to comb the front."

"Why are you so troublesome?" Although Wan Qing said so, she still turned around.

—she doesn't seem to remember having the patience to comb someone's hair like this.

Or maybe I've never tried it so I don't know.

Ye Chen took good care of her bangs, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, not bad, it looks much better this way."

"Don't worry too much about such details."

"You don't care, but I do."

"Oh?"

Ye Chen muttered softly: "Who doesn't want another self to look better..."

Wan Qing actually heard it clearly, but she still deliberately asked 'what did you say', and then the speed of light interrupted his repeated words: "I'm going out."

"Normal men's clothing is fine."

"I know, it's better to have the kind of 31 sets..."

"There must be." Ye Chen replied as a matter of course.

Wan Qing, who was bending over to put on her shoes at the door, suddenly froze for a moment: "Hmm...how much is your monthly salary now?"

Of course she can't remember everything.

Details like this have long been blurred in memory.

"Mom pays 80 yuan a month."

From this point of view, the 90 yuan in hand seems to be a lot.

Wan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried, but closed the door heavily with her backhand.

……

(four)

Wan Qing went out quickly, and came back quickly. Just as Ye Chen finished washing and hanging out her clothes, she heard a 'click' sound from the door.

As soon as he walked into the living room, he saw a plastic bag filled with clothes flying towards him. He hurriedly caught it and opened it to take a look.

Inside was a set of ordinary short sleeves and shorts, and Wan Qing even kindly bought him a pack of shorts.

"You take one for yourself, and I'll wear the rest—these women's shorts are too small and uncomfortable to wear." But her second sentence immediately squeezed back the emotion that had just surged out of him.

"oh oh……"

"Hurry up and put it on, go to the hospital."

As Wan Qing said, she took off her shoes and walked into the house, stuffing the pennies on the table into a wallet she just bought.

It contained all her current possessions—bills, coins, student ID cards, and keys.

Then she put another one on the table: "This is the key I just played, this is for you, if I lose the key someday, I can find you."

"Okay, I'll put it with my keychain at home."

"Do whatever you want, as long as you don't lose it."

"You can lose it, but I can't lose it..."

Ye Chen's words made Wan Qing choke immediately, she wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that what she said seemed very reasonable.

After all, they are all the same person, and they are all a bit lost.

……

8. Sick mother

(One)

It was still Ye Chen's unidentified bicycle, wandering the streets this morning like a small boat.

Pedestrians are coming and going on the street, and bicycles are blocking the intersection in groups - but don't think that they just passed by when the red light jumped to the green light.

In fact, it's just walking around indiscriminately.

Fortunately, large intersections are generally equipped with sentry boxes to direct traffic.

At small intersections, crossing the road depends entirely on reaction and observation.

The horns of the cars kept beeping, tick-tock-tock, and the ones stuck in the middle were usually large trucks, followed by some long vans, and those relatively nimble ones searched for a place to pass.

As for the bicycles, they just see the needles, as long as it is a place that can pass, they will ride there.

If you want to wait for the signal light, then I'm afraid you won't even think about it in this life.

Ye Chen was carrying Wan Qing, staggering along with an agile uncle, walking through the traffic.

The yelling of drivers, the sound of horns, and the sound of "jingle bells" or "tuk-tuk-tuk" bicycle bells were intertwined and mixed together to form the most lively scene of the whole morning.

Of course, this is also the case in the city center, and after a few more traffic lights, you will find that the road suddenly becomes 'spacious'.

This is the daily life of this city in 1996.

After finally getting out of the chaotic intersection, Ye Chen let out a sigh of relief: "Why are there so many people so early..."

"It's summer vacation for students, but it's just an ordinary day for working people. Besides, it's not too early." Wan Qing subconsciously touched her pocket, but didn't find the phone in her memory. Only then did I remember that this was an era when portable electronic products were extremely scarce, "It's almost eight o'clock."

"It's early enough for summer vacation..." Ye Chen muttered softly, stepping on the pedal a little faster.

There is a bit of autumnal breeze blowing head-on, and from a distance, you can see the rice fields that have already glowed a little golden.

The breath of autumn has gradually become stronger.

Autumn in this era is autumn, not 'summer' called autumn.

Far away from the city center, the sky began to become gray. Several huge factory chimneys are the landmark buildings here. During the day, they always swallow gray smoke, turning everything in this area into hazy one slice.

In addition to farmland on the road, it is still farmland.

Occasionally, a few farmers' houses are located on the side of the road. They take advantage of the convenience of transportation, some open grocery stores, and some set up breakfast stalls at the door.

Those who come to buy breakfast are basically workers from nearby factories, or the children of workers.

——The factory has a cafeteria to provide breakfast. The taste is not bad, but the variety is not so rich. After eating for a long time, it is inevitable that you will want to change the taste.

This is where Wan Qing grew up.

Maybe many things will be forgotten on the way of life, but childhood memories are always very clear.

She remembered the tricycle selling tofu nao. The boss had been selling it here for five years. It only sold tofu nao. There were only two options, sweet and salty, but it was a delicious food that lingered in her memory.

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