"Don't hang up. Why are you hanging up? I have something else to ask you!"
Wang Yifan arbitrarily rejected the weak "request" from the other end of the phone. After the initial unbelievable and ridiculous feeling, his curiosity has now completely taken over the high ground of his brain.
"What's the situation over there?" he asked, but he had no clue.
"ah?"
"I'm just asking, how old are you this year and what stage of life are you in? Just tell me whatever you want. You can tell me, I'm very curious!"
"Ah? Oh!" The other person may be in a confused state at the moment, and he is just a yes man. Wang Yifan is saying whatever he says, and he doesn't look like a liar who specializes in the art at all. But if all this is his disguise,
It seems too clever.
"Well, my name is Wang Yifan, I'm male, I'm just 19 years old this year, I'm a student in Class 20, the third year of Jinping Middle School, my student number is No. 46, and my nickname is Taobian (he said this in Jinping's dialect, Taobian
It means round group)..." This guy was stumbling in his speech and had no rules to follow.
"Senior year of high school? In 2007 or 2006?" Wang Yifan asked.
"In 2007, we are now in the second half of our senior year of high school!"
"Where is your crush sitting in your current seat?" Wang Yifan suddenly changed the topic, and he got a little careful. This is an absolute killer move that he has verified again! If he was a liar, how would he know that he was in high school?
Even if you knew your crush, how would you know where she was sitting!
If he really knew it like a ghost, even if he was deceived, then Wang Yifan would admit it.
"Ah? What? A crush? I'm kidding, I don't have a crush!" Wang Yifan, 19, denied it quickly and firmly.
"Are you sure you haven't? You don't even think about who I am? Do you want me to say my name word for word?" Wang Yifan sneered.
"Well, no need, I said, I said that's it, she, she is sitting on the left side of the second row in front of me!"
Xiao Wang Yifan's voice became very soft, as if he was afraid that a third person would hear him.
"Well, bingo, congratulations, you got the answer right, but it's a pity that there is no reward!"
At this time, Wang Yifan had almost confirmed the identity of this timid boy. He never thought that on a spring night when it was warm but still cold, God would suddenly give him such a strange experience.
I don’t know what kind of opportunity it was, that aluminum box?
Perhaps at a certain point in time that he was not aware of, he accidentally dozed off and suddenly fell asleep. At this moment, he was just in his deep sleep. When he woke up again, he might have fallen asleep again.
I will completely forget all this.
Aren’t many dreams like this?
I know I had a dream, but I can’t remember what the dream was about!
"Oh, by the way, maybe I can give you a little reward. The time I'm in now is 2020, so do you have anything you want to know? You can ask a question that interests you about the future!" Wang Yifan
He found it very interesting. This kind of conversation had never even appeared in his imagination.
"Are you my future me?" That timid voice finally gained some courage, and seemed to be excited with a bit of surprise.
"2020? It sounds like such a long time in the future!" he muttered softly.
Wang Yifan had a dark look on his face and scolded softly: "It's here in the blink of an eye. Don't think that 20 years is still more than ten years away. Hey, forget it, you don't understand even after I tell you!"
"Is this really me in the future?"
"If it's fake, there's no need to doubt it!" Wang Yifan said with a smile, "So, your time is very limited, and the call may be cut off soon, so don't hesitate, just ask if you have anything you want to ask!"
"Um, um, tell me the truth, what happened to the girl I had a crush on?" he asked.
"The first question, and probably the only question I'll give you, is this what you're asking?" Wang Yifan was a little angry. He's a good-for-nothing guy and has no foresight at all!
Come on! This anger made me scold myself again!
Before he could curse, a heavy "hmm" came from the other end of the phone! It indicated the young man's firm belief.
That’s it! That’s it!
Wang Yifan couldn't help but smile bitterly, and his emotions seemed to suddenly return to the memory of his high school days. During his three years in high school, his eyes were filled with this girl's smile, so much so that when he thinks about it now, he still has an extremely clear feeling.
Everything about that girl seemed like a dream.
It’s just that no matter how beautiful it is, maybe it’s meant to be broken by reality. No matter how dreamy it starts, it may eventually return to the ordinary.
The girl in memory only exists in memory.
Hu Minjun is still the same Hu Minjun, no one will deny that she has just grown up and matured, but the dream of youth and frivolity no longer appears in his life at this moment, and is long gone forever.
Wang Yifan suddenly didn't know how to answer his nineteen-year-old self.
Because only he understood best how pure and simple the secret love at that time was.
He thought for a while and said in a relatively calm tone: "What do you mean, how is it going? You have to ask a little more clearly. Let me use an analogy. Just ask, have you become boyfriend and girlfriend with him?
In other words, what kind of university did she go to, what kind of job did she do, who did she marry, etc. What about her life after marriage, how many children did she have? I can’t tell
I’ll tell you everything about Hu Minjun, it’s hard to explain, it’s such a long life!”
"You, you, you really know it's her!" Nineteen-year-old Wang Yifan was so frightened that he couldn't hold his tongue straight. Apparently he didn't pay much attention to Wang Yifan's deliberate joke.
"Bullshit, of course I know it's her. You think I'm not you. Tell me, stop talking nonsense. What do you want to know?" Wang Yifan changed his tone of impatientness and said, "Forget it, I guess you want to know too.
Without giving you a reason, let me tell you, Hu Minjun’s grades have always been good. She was admitted to Fudan University in Shanghai. After graduation, she worked at Citibank in Shanghai. She was a foreign company and the salary and benefits were very good. Later,
Married to a rich young vice president of a listed company, handsome and promising at a young age, and gave birth to a fat boy to him, living a harmonious and beautiful life, living the life of a rich wife..."
The plot of life is always so logical and traceable. Counterattack is a plot that often appears in novels. In fact, relatively few young people from small places get ahead. The former class belle is undoubtedly
He is very outstanding, and his family conditions are also very good. For young people like Wang Yifan, he is already so unattainable that he dare not blaspheme at all.
It’s just that they may not know it, and they may not be willing to accept it. When they enter the society, this gap will not become smaller, but will only become larger and larger, until one day, when a former classmate is killed in an accident
When we met again, it was just a little surprise, simple greetings and greetings, and no more thoughts.
Of course, for Wang Yifan now, Hu Minjun is just one of the friends he doesn’t often communicate with in his WeChat circle of friends. Occasionally, he may meet her at gatherings between classmates, and he will see her pretty face that vaguely retains the outline of high school.
The shadow of Wang Yifan is already a bit more jewel-like and a bit more rich and round, but it can no longer give Wang Yifan the kind of nervousness and panic that makes him avoid like a frightened deer when he meets his gaze, or that kind of feeling called pounding.
A heart-pounding feeling.
Of course, Wang Yifan didn't know whether Hu Minjun's life was happy or not. What he showed to others was "I'm living a good life", but he knew how cruel the adult world was.
He just couldn't bear to shock his pure nineteen-year-old self too much, so he stated such a logical Hu Minjun's life based on what he saw. It was not true, and he couldn't guarantee it.
There was another long silence on the other end of the phone. Wang Yifan knew that the nineteen-year-old needed some time to digest such information. When he put himself in his shoes and thought about it, he suddenly felt that his emotional position had already changed.
Infinitely close, after all, that person is actually himself, and he has experienced this period.
My nineteen-year-old self should not easily accept this extremely realistic argument, even if it may have been beautified. Just like everyone's dream lover, she is not with a specific person.
Life is completely linked not so much to a person as to the persona created by one's own imagination, but Xiao Wang Yifan hopes to have some intersection with such a life.
"Wang Yifan, the class bell rang, what are you still doing here? What are you calling?" A shout suddenly came from the phone, the volume was considerable, and even though there was an unknown amount of time and space, Wang Yifan on the other end of the phone was still frightened.
There was a jump, and then there was a beeping busy tone from the phone.
Wang Yifan seemed to be suddenly transported to high school more than ten years ago!
but!
Just hung up?
Damn it!
Mrs. Jiang!
you again!
This was just the beginning of his conversation. He was planning to explain things clearly and further discuss life with his nineteen-year-old self! Along the way, he listed some simple and feasible ways to make a fortune! Buy a lottery ticket or something.
That's not something Baidu can do in a matter of minutes!
Just being yelled at like that?
Mrs. Jiang!
My brilliant and wonderful future life!
Is this the end?
Wang Yifan was speechless, shocked, anxious, and regretful as he stared at the 6300 in front of him. It was all his own fault. He was pretending to be a big-tailed wolf in front of his nineteen-year-old self. No one knew who he was. People should be frank and straightforward when communicating with others. Why?
Don’t make those twists and turns!
Talking about secret love, talking about dream lover, does Hu Minjun know?
Hu Minjun may not even be able to remember your name now. Is it interesting?