What should I do if I was still doing math problems on fifth and third before going to bed, but when I woke up, I found myself lying on the bed of my crush—
Jiang Yi stared blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what to do. He didn't even have the guts to post a post on the Internet without even stretching out his arm to fumble for his mobile phone on the bedside table. After all, the arm of the crush is tightly wrapped around his waist.
Jiang Yiyou turned his face cautiously, his eyes moved up to Chu Chuan's drooping eyelashes, and he couldn't help taking a short breath. It was less than a month before the college entrance examination, and even though the first class this morning was the head teacher's class, he was still immersed in his sleep leisurely and contentedly.
But even so, Jiang Yiyou didn't want to wake up from the dream so soon. He stared at Chu Chuan's sleeping face with a stiff neck and eyes without blinking, until sleepiness struck again, he tried his best to open his eyes and leaned over to kiss the corner of Chu Chuan's lips. It was the dream that I personally experienced that came to a successful conclusion, and then I closed my eyes contentedly.
When I woke up, there was the faint sound of pattering rain in my ears. The weight on the waist has long since disappeared. The bed beside her was more than half empty. Jiang Yiyou didn't wait for his father's big face, but was woken up by the sound of rain.
He hugged the quilt and rolled on the bed, feeling disappointed, and a surprised expression appeared on his face. Wait, wait, the bed in his bedroom... shouldn't be this big.
Jiang Yi sat up from the bed in a jerk, only to realize that the layout and furnishings in the bedroom were so strange. But it was exactly the same as the bedroom in the dream. He climbed out of bed in a panic, not even putting on the slippers at his feet.
There is no alarm clock on the bedside that he dropped countless times every day but still works hard, and there is no Nokia elderly phone that he bought with great difficulty after traveling all over the city to study hard. After hesitating for a while, Jiang Yi picked up the thin black mobile phone on the bedside table, and heaved a sigh of relief when he turned on the screen.
The dates are perfectly on point.
On the phone's lock screen wallpaper, there is a man sitting on a bay window filled with sunlight, his five fingers spread out to cover his face vaguely. From the camera angle, it looks like a selfie. Through the cracks of the rootless fingers, the man's facial features are looming.
Jiang Yiyou calmed down and stared at the man on the wallpaper for a few moments, feeling a little taken aback. Just looking at the facial features, it looks a bit like his father when he was young. Could this be his dad's cell phone? Jiang Yiyou looked at the phone several times in disbelief, and dubiously entered his birthday in the unlock password box—
With a crisp click, the phone was unlocked.
Sure enough, it was his father's cell phone, Jiang Yiyou heaved a sigh of relief. Sit down by the bed with confidence holding your phone. Although he didn't know what happened overnight, seeing his dad's mobile phone made him feel relieved.
Humming, Jiang Yi pulled down the menu bar on the top of the phone, and was about to turn on the data traffic to play for a while. When I saw Thursday next to the time in the menu bar, the sound stopped abruptly.
Yesterday was Thursday, shouldn't today be Friday? ?
Jiang Yiyou was taken aback.
What kind of situation will lead to inconsistent days under the premise of consistent dates? Either his memory was wrong, or... or—
are two completely different years.
Jiang Yi broke into a cold sweat from behind, and opened the time setting bar on the phone in a daze - the time was displayed exactly eleven years later.
Is it a prank by someone? Jiang Yiyou ran out of the bedroom with his mobile phone in hand, searched the whole house but found no one else. But in this strange house, there are traces of their lives everywhere. Jiang Yi exited from the bathroom in a daze, and when he glanced at the mirror above the sink, his gaze paused.
Immediately afterwards, he clearly saw the face reflected in the mirror, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Jiang Yi stubbornly stepped forward and grabbed the edge of the sink, the tip of his nose almost touching the mirror.
The person in the mirror is him, but not him.
It's his appearance after his facial features have fully developed, but it's not the eighteen-year-old who is about to take the college entrance examination and still looks like a kid.
Did he lose his memory? Or did he sleep until eleven years later
Jiang Yi's eyes flickered, as if remembering something important, he raised his phone and pressed the wallpaper on the screen again. Suddenly became speechless. The man on the wallpaper, where his father looked like when he was young, is clearly—
What he looks like now.
Calm down and think about it, when his father was young, there were no front camera selfies and color mobile phone photos. He smiled at the person in the mirror with a stiff expression, but felt a deep sense of powerlessness and panic.
A deep and pleasant strange male voice suddenly exploded in his ears: "Jiang Yiyou, wake up and don't wear shoes."
Jiang Yi tightened his shoulders, and his eyes suddenly became defensive and vigilant. Before he had time to look back, a handsome and mature face appeared in the mirror. Familiar yet unfamiliar, he looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, "What did you promise me when I caught you not wearing your shoes last time? You forgot it so quickly?"
Jiang Yiyou stared blankly at his thin lips opening and closing, but couldn't hear a word.
It's Chu Chuan. To be precise, it should be Chu Chuan eleven years later.
So that so-called dream? Not a dream, but a real existence? The person he waited under the bicycle shed every morning just to take a peek at him was now standing in front of him, talking to him in a familiar and intimate tone.
And just a few hours ago, the other party was lying on the same bed with him, with his arms tightly around his waist. Jiang Yiyou touched his waist unconsciously, his face became hot.
"Why are you blushing? I thought you didn't know how to write the word 'blush' now." Compared with the eighteen-year-old Chu Chuan, the young Chu Chuan with mature facial features and more handsome and aura looks inexplicable Glancing at him, his gaze paused on the mobile phone in his hand, "What are you doing standing in the toilet with my mobile phone?"
"You, your mobile phone... no..." Isn't it my mobile phone
Jiang Yi looked away awkwardly and stammered. The mind is completely empty.
God, what is the situation now.
When I woke up, I found that I was living with my crush. The unlock password on the phone of the other party was my birthday, and the lock screen wallpaper was my photo. like...
Like same-sex couples who have lived together for many years.
If it is still a dream, then this dream is a little too long.
So long that he never wants to open his eyes.
Since the end of the last chapter is a side story, the reason is open-ended.
As for why there are Jiang Thirty and Jiang Shiba, you can refer to the similar setting of "I received a letter written by me twenty years later when I was eighteen years old"...
I didn't write about Jiang Shiba's bold idea in the end, and I feel that I can write another story... so I will stop here. This time it's really over.
Because I didn't find a studio and didn't do anything, so there was only one printing tone.