Chapter 84 Don't disturb, the full moon is in the sky
Chen Yu came back to his senses, smiled, and shook his head, "No, I won't call the police. Thank you."
Sun Xiaoshuang was a little confused, "You won't call the police? Are you sure?"
Looking at the blood on her forehead, her bruised and swollen face, and the dust on her clothes, she couldn't help but say, "You've been beaten like this, why don't you call the police?"
Chen Yu smiled and nodded, "Well, he was beaten by my brother, why should I report him to the police?"
He said this not because he wanted to defend the bastard Jiang Rongguang, Jiang Xiu's younger brother, but although he was in a state of embarrassment at the moment... Jiang Rongguang, who was knocked unconscious by him in the end, was definitely even worse.
So, how can anyone in the world call the police after winning a fight? Let the police deliver justice?
Don't play like this!
Sun Xiaoshuang was a little speechless.
He was beaten by his own brother?
Now she had nothing to say. The elder brother didn't want to call the police and punish his younger brother. It was human nature and she could understand it.
Nodding, she raised her feet to leave, but suddenly stopped, looked at Chen Yu doubtfully, and asked hesitantly: "Hey, have we known each other before? Why do I think you look familiar?"
Chen Yu was startled.
He frowned and looked at the "memory" at this time, but he couldn't remember any interaction between him and her in this time and space.
In this current time and space, it should be the first time for him and her to meet.
So the question is - why does she think I look familiar?
Could it be that she also remembers what happened in the last time and space?
Chen Yu didn't quite believe it.
Judging from her confused expression at this time, she probably did not remember what happened in the last time and space.
So what's going on?
He couldn't figure out the reason.
He smiled and shook his head.
The doubts in Sun Xiao's eyes became more intense, but he did not continue to ask.
She walked into the canteen on the steps, seemingly wanting to buy something.
Chen Yu looked at her figure and withdrew the smile on his face with emotion. He really didn't expect to meet Sun Xiaoshuang here in this time and space.
I never expected that in this current time and space, Sun Xiaoshuang, who had not been forcibly married by "him", would be a policewoman.
Sun Xiaoshuang is 9 years younger than him and is not yet 30. She still looks young and beautiful, and her police uniform makes her look very heroic.
He thinks it's good for her to be like this, and he doesn't intend to interfere with her current life.
Therefore, I did not follow her words and say that they have known each other for a long time.
…
Time passed day by day, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Chen Yu, who has returned to the company in Beijing, has been thinking about a question these days - how to get Jiang Xiu back to him?
Jiang Xiu in this time and space has long since faded away, but there is still hope in his heart. He still has the opportunity to contact his 17-year-old self and change time and space again.
He knew that as long as he operated well, Jiang Xiu would most likely be by his side and still be his wife in the next time and space.
It seems that it is useless to talk to my 17-year-old self properly.
When he contacted his 17-year-old self before, he repeatedly told him that he must marry Jiang Xiu.
The results of it?
But this is the current situation.
Therefore, we must find a way to ensure that at the age of 17, I have to make up my mind to marry Jiang Xiu in the future.
In the past few days, during his free time with nothing to do, he looked through WeChat chat records between him and his 17-year-old self in the past few months.
Read them one by one.
That night, he stayed alone in the large flat floor of more than 200 square meters. There was half a glass of red wine on the coffee table at hand. Wrapped in black silk pajamas, he leaned on the sofa and quietly read through the pages again with one hand.
Those chat records.
He is looking for patterns, patterns of communication with his 17-year-old self across time and space.
In other words, he has communicated with his 17-year-old self quite a lot.
But in his impression, the two of them seemed to be able to connect smoothly only one or two nights a month, which was shorter than the time a woman's aunt lasted every month.
At other times, no matter how he sent video call requests or text messages to his 17-year-old self, he got no response.
He has thought about it more than once: Every time he communicates with his 17-year-old self...is there any pattern?
night?
It seemed like every time their phones were able to connect to each other, it was after dark.
What else?
Are there any other rules?
He subconsciously looked at the date of every time he successfully communicated with his 17-year-old self.
but……
There seems to be no pattern in the dates.
The days when they have successful conversations every month include May 23, July 21, and August 21.
If we insist on a rule, is it possible to successfully connect from the 21st to the 23rd of every month?
He frowned in thought.
I swiped my phone screen a few times and looked at several text messages I had sent to my 17-year-old self in the past few days.
There are several text messages sent on September 15th.
On the 16th, 17th, and 18th, I sent several text messages and tried to send video call requests, but still received no response.
And tonight is September 19th, the 15th day of the eighth lunar month, the annual Mid-Autumn Festival.
A few days ago, when he left home and prepared to return to the capital, his parents and grandma wanted to keep him at home for a few more days, saying that if he stayed a few more days, the family could celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together.
It was also because of this that he noticed that September 19 this year was the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Thinking of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, thinking: Is the moon round tonight? The moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival should be very round.
Unfortunately, sitting on the sofa, he could only see a few stars twinkling in the dark night, but not the moon.
With a sigh, he held his mobile phone in one hand and picked up the red wine glass on the coffee table next to him with the other hand. He stood up and walked to the window, looking up to look for the bright moon in the night sky.
He saw it.
At night, the moon tonight is really round, like a mooncake.
Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and look at each other as three people...
This poem flashed through his mind, and he subconsciously glanced at the red wine glass in his right hand, smiled, and raised the red wine glass to the bright moon in the night, as if he was really inviting the bright moon to clink glasses with him.
Under the moonlight, his smile was desolate.
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."
At this moment, a series of WeChat message notifications came from the mobile phone in his left hand.
Chen Yu's eyes moved slightly, his eyes dropped, and he raised his phone to his eyes.
As his fingers unlocked the phone screen, WeChat messages from "Universe Chen" came into view.
"Are you there?"
"I passed the re-examination, are you affected again? Has time and space changed again?"
"By the way, how are you doing now? Do you have money, a house, a car, a wife and children? Hehe."
"Hey, last time I asked you to help me think about what I can learn in college. Did you help me think about it? I need your opinion as a reference."
…
WeChat messages from his 17-year-old self appeared in front of him.
He narrowed his eyes and thought: It seems that the date I just guessed was wrong. Today is September 19th, but I successfully received a text message from my 17-year-old self.
That……
What is the pattern of contact between me and my 17-year-old self every time?
He frowned and thought for a moment, then slowly raised his head to look at the bright moon in the night.
He suddenly remembered the night when he successfully contacted his 17-year-old self for the first time. There seemed to be a full moon in the night sky.