Wang Yifan's previous enthusiasm was instantly shaken to his core!
Mao'er didn't know when he was sitting upright, returning to his previous entangled look with the pen in his mouth. The only change was that the seats of the two people had fallen apart.
"It doesn't matter if you don't study hard, it will still affect Song Yuanming. What on earth do you think, if you don't work hard, will you bring bad luck to your classmates?"
Mrs. Jiang's majestic face was already looking down at Wang Yifan, with a ferocious expression that seemed to make hundreds of ghosts retreat.
Wang Yifan didn't dare to raise his head at all, he just shrank his head and allowed Mrs. Jiang to lecture him with spittle. The excitement of winning the lottery disappeared in an instant, and he couldn't be more well-behaved.
"come out!"
Mrs. Jiang said angrily. She obviously didn't want to get angry in the classroom.
Wang Yifan had no choice but to stand up. As soon as he turned around, he was face to face with Mrs. Jiang again.
He has slight myopia and usually doesn't wear glasses, so he can't see clearly.
At this time, when I squinted my eyes and looked over, I saw that Mrs. Jiang's stylishly permed curly hair was messy and a little greasy, which was obviously the result of not having the time to take care of it seriously.
The bags under her eyes are deep and heavy, and her slightly sparse eyebrows seem to have stood up because of anger. I don't know if it is because of her age and loose skin, but the corners of her two eyes have been lifted up.
The old man seemed to have two fingers touching him deliberately.
Mrs. Jiang, who had always looked at her with a kind-hearted face, now looked in Wang Yifan's eyes with a really vicious look.
Especially in her current state, staring at her so eagerly from close range is really scary!
It was late at night and the lights in the corridor were very dim. If I didn't check, I would have thought I had encountered a dominatrix.
Wang Yifan was very nervous, but in fact, Wang Yifan, who was looking at Mrs. Jiang from the first-person perspective, was even more frightened. Distant memories rushed over like turbulent waves, washing him away.
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Wang Yifan sat up from the bed with a cry. He opened his eyes and saw a darkness that was so dark that he couldn't even see his fingers.
He exhaled a long breath, feeling a slight chill on his back. What lingered in his mind was the "tragic" face of Mrs. Jiang, as if it was printed directly in front of his eyes.
Wang Yifan casually turned on the bedside lamp, and the light that came on instantly made him unable to open his eyes.
Soon, my sour eyes gradually got used to it, and what I saw was an extremely familiar and poorly decorated rental house, an 80cm wide hard bed, and an old 32-inch TV with a big butt that was rarely used.
, there is a small wooden round table not far from the bed, which is where Wang Yifan usually eats. On the other end are two windows. The style of the curtains was chosen by Wang Yifan himself online.
You can be sure that right now, you are in a rental house.
He picked up the mobile phone beside the bed and looked at it. The time displayed was around 4:30 in the morning.
Leaning on the bed, Wang Yifan couldn't help but slowly fell into deep thought.
This dream is really too mysterious!
He even remembered the details of each dream clearly, as if it was exactly what he had experienced, instead of just remembering a rough outline like previous dreams. As for the details, he couldn't remember them no matter how hard he tried.
Moreover, there seemed to be an additional section in his memory that did not originally belong to him. He could distinguish it very clearly. This had indeed never happened before.
"Cat, I want to ask you a question?"
Wang Yifan sends WeChat messages regardless of time.
"Tell me!" Mao'er replied almost instantly, and then added a long paragraph, "Why are you not sleeping at this late hour? Are you missing a woman? Is this the daily life of a single man?"
Wang Yifan's hair was black and he almost choked on the cat.
"You didn't sleep either!"
"I work the night shift!" Mao'er also sent an angry expression. This guy has always hated the night shift.
Wang Yifan couldn't help scratching his swollen head. He and Mao'er had such a style. When chatting, they would either immediately get into the main topic they wanted to talk about, or they would just make jokes for a long time. In the end, they almost forgot what they wanted to say at the beginning.
what.
"Cat, I just had a nightmare. I dreamed that you and I changed places one night during self-study in high school, and then you helped me keep an eye on me while I played with my phone in your place. Are you lazy?
When I stared at Mrs. Jiang, she caught me red-handed, and later she called me to the office and gave me a severe scolding!"
Wang Yifan felt tired from typing, so he sent a string of voice messages.
"That's it?" Cat asked.
"Yes, when I woke up, I was wondering why I dreamed about this paragraph for no reason!"
Wang Yifan continued.
"Wang Yifan, what kind of memory do you have? You still said it was a nightmare. I am also convinced by you. Why didn't you say it? Because of you, I was later called by Mrs. Jiang to give me a lecture.
? Mrs. Jiang almost changed our seats, saying that you had already influenced me. Later, because no one in the class wanted to sit with you, I reluctantly continued to sit with you! You have such a bad memory!
"
The voice message sent by Maoer spoke quickly and urgently, obviously full of dissatisfaction!
"Is this really true? Am I so unpopular in the class?" Wang Yifan asked, because there seemed to be such a passage in his memory, but he was not sure whether it was true or false, and his thoughts quickly changed.
Because Mao'er's statement went astray.
"Forget it, forget it, are you confused?" Mao'er said angrily, "If it weren't for me, your phone would have been taken away by Mrs. Jiang. The key is, you promised to treat me to something
The big row of casseroles has not been fulfilled at all. It has not been fulfilled. Damn it, when I talk about this, I get angry! Wang Yifan, after so many years, do you really have a good conscience? "
Wang Yifan was silent for a long time before replying: "I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow!"
"Tch, don't mention it, but don't say it will be tomorrow. Just say it on any day. I'm free. I've been owed for so many years. Don't even think about getting rid of me with a casserole vermicelli!" Mao'er replied in seconds.
Many angry emojis followed.
"I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep first!" Wang Yifan sent the last WeChat message, turned off the screen, and went to sleep.
"Wang Yifan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Wang Yifan ignored the phone screen that turned on again. His head was now in a pitiful downtime state!
Could it be that his judgment was very wrong from the beginning? The worlds of him and Xiao Wang Yifan are not going in opposite directions as expected, but can influence each other.
However, the situation is that the current memory has not kept up with the rhythm of this impact, but is forcibly "stitched" his memory by using such a dream?
And what he can remember is indeed somewhat fragmented!
Wang Yifan's hazy sleepiness has completely disappeared, and his head is filled with some memories about that stage. Some are really profound, as if they happened just yesterday, while some are extremely vague, and some have even been forgotten.
Wang Yifan's experience of buying lottery tickets was so clear that he even remembered the general appearance of the owner of the welfare lottery shop. If he had a chance to see him again, he would probably not admit his mistake.
The lottery numbers for that period should also be correct, which means that the lottery ticket Xiao Wang Yifan bought at that time indeed won the first prize of the period.
Wang Yifan frowned. The next memory did not seem to continue completely, but ended abruptly. Is it because Mrs. Jiang's face was so terrifying that he suddenly woke up?
But according to what Xiao Wang Yifan said on the phone, he gave the winning lottery ticket to his parents at that time. So did he redeem the prize later or did he not redeem it? Or, in other words, the lottery number was changed again?
Wang Yifan sat on the bed blankly, thinking for a long time. In the end, he was convinced that what happened in this dream had indeed existed in his memory, and Mao'er's reaction seemed to be extremely accurate.
These.
Wang Yifan picked up the cold 6300 from the bedside table and couldn't sleep anymore.
He kept thinking about it until after six o'clock. At this time, his parents in Jinping City would have already gotten up. After all, he couldn't restrain his curiosity and called his mother, Cao Yajuan.
"Hey, Yifan, why did you call me so early today? Is there something wrong?" Cao Yajuan's voice came from the phone, with a bit of confusion.
Usually at this time, Wang Yifan is asleep. Even if Cao Yajuan calls back, Wang Yifan may not be able to answer the call.