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I glanced at the sleeping little Joe next to me. I had no idea of ​​watching the movie.

I held the phone back to the time 8 years ago.

At this point, Jiajia has left school early?

The content of the message: (Jiajia, I am in an emotional crisis.) I sent it.

I thought I would wait a long time, but found that I received the text message soon.

SMS content: (You have not contacted me for a while.) Jiajia returned.

I watched the time to chat with Xiao Qiao. The eight years I called back at this moment actually followed my reality for half a year.

SMS content: (Recently busy studying.) I sent it.

SMS content: (Busy you still have time to fall in love? Also emotional problems. I'm going to your school to report you.) Jiajia returns.

I remembered that Jiajia was a junior high school student at this time.

SMS content: (Jia Jia, if Superman loses his transformation stick. Will it be picked up by you, will you return it to him?) I transferred it and sent it.

The content of the text message: (I'm going, are you still a kid? Or Altman is also a great man.) Jiajia returns.

I glanced at the text message I sent and not only smiled, it was indeed too naive.

I just wanted to reply by holding my phone.

Contents of SMS: (So can the transformed body I got transformed into?) I received another Jiajia text message.

I was stunned looking at the text message.

Transfiguration. . .

I looked at Xiao Qiao, and the word "transfiguration" was used on her.

I clenched the phone helplessly.

SMS content: (can be transformed.) I sent it in the past.

The content of the message: (This way, if it is me, I will definitely turn into a cool one. I will get bored and return to Altman.)

Have fun. . .

Tired of playing. . .

I watched the hands twitch between the lines.

I must be thinking too much.

We were talking about Altman and Transfiguration.

Not the strange ones.

I just wanted to send a message back to Jiajia.

A slender jade hand swiped in front of my eyes and easily took the phone in my hand.

"Eh? Why haven't I seen this phone?" Xiao Qiao said.

"Uh, this is an old mobile phone. I plan to make a spare mobile phone, one for work and one for rest." I said quickly.

I didn't go to get the phone back, I acted casually.

"Is this person? Are you talking about Ultraman?" Xiao Qiao asked doubtfully.

"Oh, this person is my distant nephew. I'm still young, so I can only talk to him about cartoons." I said helplessly.

Watching Xiao Qiao cut to the desktop, he flipped over and there were few applications on the desktop.

Xiao Qiao didn't find anything that should not have been found, and then handed me the phone and said, "Childish, how old is it."

I was taken aback by the phone, but fortunately Xiao Qiao didn't flip up the chat.

I put away my phone.

"This movie is really unexpectedly boring." Xiao Qiao complained.

After sending Xiao Qiao home, I was thinking about what Jia Jia told me.

The child is the child.

I never thought about such a thing.

in mind.

Is it going on, which man has never appeared?

Still clear, say something in front of Xiao Qiao to see how she chooses?

This question is deeply imprinted in my mind.

and many more?

Why didn't I ask Xiao Qiao directly?

Of course, not the current Joe.

It's the little Joe in the future.

I took out my old supernatural phone.

I am excited to allocate time to twenty-five years later.

I originally planned to set aside for fifteen years, but when I pressed OK, I found that the position of the ten-digit number was adjusted a little more.

But I did not call back.

My year is 2016, and I transferred my phone to 2041.

Ask if Xiao Qiao is my wife twenty-five years later. Isn't this all solved?

SMS content: (Xiao Qiao, are you there?) I sent it in the past.

10 minutes, 20 minutes.

The content of the text message: (At, are you?) The text message came back.

I'm? day?

I was trembling with fear, and waiting for this number, I might not have told Xiao Qiao.

But I dare not send my name in the past and my chest hurts.

The content of the text message: (I am your old friend, are you married?) I sent it, I can only knock on it.

SMS content: (No, it's not time yet.) The SMS came back again.

Didn't it time? My whole body is numb.

SMS content: (Do you still know Luqiao?) I sent it.

SMS content: (Know, who the **** are you?) The SMS replied again.

I dare not read it again, I adjusted the time back.

Well, after twenty-five years, Xiao Qiao was not married.

I looked helplessly at the phone screen in a daze.

Not married, not the time.

So why are you still in love with me now?

Recreational, or have to refuse me?

At this moment, the thought of which man appeared in his mind.

I transferred the phone to today and sent a text message to a strange number again.

The content of the text message: (I heard about your business, why can't you send Xiao Qiao a text message in the past two years?)

After a long time a text message came back.

SMS content: (Do you know Xiao Qiao?) The SMS replied.

SMS content: (Know.) I sent it.

The content of the text message: (My name is Zhou Yu. In this industry of anti-drug, friends and relatives can not be contacted. I do n’t want to be like this now, and it becomes like this when I change my post.) Zhou Yu sent it.

I pondered for a moment.

SMS content: (Do you really like her?) I sent it.

The content of the text message: (Uh.) Zhou Yu's short sentence, my scalp is numb.

That feeling is like putting the last sugar on yourself. Like the children who hate it the most.

The content of the text message: (I can help you, recover Xiao Qiao.) I sent it.

The moment I pressed send, I regretted it, but the text message was sent.

SMS content: (Really? That's really good.) Zhou Yu returned.

This weekend, I asked Xiao Qiao to a nearby coffee shop.

I thought about a lot of wording, but none of them are satisfied.

With little time left, I thought about what I could say.

At the appointed time, Xiao Qiao was wearing a floral dress today.

The lipstick is surprisingly colorful, and seems to be well-dressed.

I smiled and waved, beckoning my seat.

The two sat down and chatted.

When the waiter came, Xiao Qiao ordered a caramel macchiato as usual.

But I asked for a cup to concentrate.

Xiao Qiao seemed to find something and asked, "Drinking so hard today?"

"It's nothing, because it's sleepy," I said.

Indeed, I have barely slept well these days.

I tentatively said, "Xiao Qiao, do you know Zhou Yu?"

As soon as my words came, Xiao Qiao's face changed.

Looking at me with wide eyes said, "How do you know him."

"Unintentionally, know." I said slowly.

"He is my sweetheart." Xiao Qiao said.

"Do you have him in your heart?" I said.

Silent, Xiao Qiao nodded slowly.

The wording I thought about before seems to have disappeared at this moment.

Nothing was necessary, I lowered my head and said, "Let's break up."

Silence, followed by indeed the voice of Xiao Qiao.

"Wait, how did you know Zhou Yu. He died six months ago." Xiao Qiao said.

"What?" I was shocked.

A minute of silence.

"Can't it be a fake death? Isn't he undercover poison? This ..." I was surprised by nonsense.

"What are you talking nonsense about?" Xiao Qiao immediately fell and covered my mouth.

"Me, me ..." I don't know what to do.

"Don't talk nonsense, come with me." Little Qiao took my hand.

"Checkout." Xiao Qiao's voice calmly unexpectedly.

Thirty kilometers away, the Martyrs Cemetery.

"Little Joe? What are you doing here with me?" I said doubtfully.

"Don't you want to know whether Zhou Yu is dead?" Xiao Qiao stopped in front of an unknown tombstone.

I looked carefully at the tombstone, which only wrote the words revolutionary martyrs.

I pointed to the stele and said, "This is Zhou Yu?"

"Well, you can't engrave your name when you die." Xiao Qiao said.

I stared at the stele for a long time, and said turbulently: "Will it be a fake death, will it be like in a TV series ..."

"That day, he left a message. It was a week after I received it. I called it. The local policeman who answered the phone was dead when I passed. I heard that it was to catch the leader, I was fired six times by the old Dalian. The person was picked up by me, and the body was pushed into the cremation chamber. The ashes were carried by me while holding it, and this place was also chosen by me. How could you say that I might not know if he died Dead? "Xiao Qiao said, and she burst into tears.

"Me, him. Which phone?" I said something that I didn't even know.

"I haven't asked you yet. How did you know Zhou Yu? Did you see my space message board? You investigated." Xiao Qiao said crying.

I pulled out my phone and said to Xiao Qiao: "It, it. It can text messages with people of different time periods. It, Zhou Yu I found with it."

Xiao Qiao looked at the screen silly, and in front of the screen was Zhou Yu's number.

This number Xiao Qiao remembered long ago, but this phone number.

Xiao Qiao flipped his bag and took out a calling card.

This is exactly Zhou Yu's calling card and the phone number in front of him.

Xiao Qiao looked at the content of the text messages of Zhou Yu and me last night in a daze.

Xiao Qiao took the phone.

I don't know what she sent.

But I know that the other side responded because of the sound of the text message I heard.

"Is this true?" Xiao Qiao said, making a phone call.

"It's true, but the phone won't work." I said.

Xiao Qiao heard the busy tone and said, "Can you lend me your phone? One day, one day."

I nodded my head.

My love seems to end like this.

I got home, Monday tomorrow.

It's time to go to work, but I took a day off.

Because there is little Joe there, I seem to resign more.

Frustrated, he drank a whole bottle of vodka.

I feel dim and dark.

I don't know how long I slept.

After waking up, my stomach was hungry and my head was faint.

I glanced at my phone at 9pm on Monday.

The idea of ​​something to eat comes to mind.

Opening the door, I saw Xiao Qiao shrinking at my door.

"You?" I said.

Xiao Qiao woke up and smiled at me and said, "I thought you were outside so I waited for you, but I didn't expect you to be inside. Then how about you knocking on the door? Hey, you smell like wine?"

I smiled helplessly, the little Joe in front of me was thinking of an angel.

"I'm hungry, can I have a meal together?" I said.

Xiao Qiao nodded his head, and then said, "However, you have to take a bath first."

It turned out that Xiao Qiao knew that I didn't go to work one day, so I asked the company for my address.

In the restaurant, Xiao Qiao handed me the mobile phone.

"I'm done." Xiao Qiao said with a smile.

"Done?" I asked?

"I told the story about the phone and told him that he was dead in this world. And in which world did I refuse to take Zhou Yu's call? I told him how to chase me?" Xiao Qiao said.

"How to chase you?" I was confused.

"Yeah, use your mobile phone. Tell Zhou Yu where I might appear, as expected, he found me this morning. As for the fact that he can't catch up, it's not my problem." Xiao Qiao said.

"What does this mean?" I was shocked.

"I love you. Of course, this love is after seeing you like this and willing to help Zhou Yu. You are stupid, how can your favorite things be handed over to others casually." Xiao Qiao said.

"Ah? Me in that world? What should I do?" I said.

"You ask him yourself." Xiao Qiao said with a smile.

I glanced at the phone and put it in my bag.

half year later.

I married Xiao Qiao.

The phone was put down at home.

When I'm free, I'll take my phone to chat with Jiajia.

Another half year, Xiao Qiao became pregnant.

SMS content: (I'm going to be a father.) I took my phone and sent it to Jiajia.

The content of the text message: (I went, you said to me a year ago that you have emotional problems. Today you have enlarged your stomach?) Jiajia replied.

I smiled and turned back.

Of course, I later learned that Zhou Yu in which world was not with Xiao Qiao.

Years later, my old mobile phone received a text message.

Zhou Yu said that Xiao Qiao was pregnant and there was a man named Lu Qiao around him. Very happy, he can't disturb them.

【postscript】

Xiao Qiao is pregnant.

After October, the child was born as a girl.

Xiao Qiao's father suggested that each word should be a child's name.

The road of my road and bridge is the surname, and Joe of Xiaoqiao is the first name.

Lu Qiao is the child's name.

After that day, there were two little Joes beside me.

Lu Qiao is 16 years old and went to high school to study.

The child was reluctant to give her my old mobile phone and her mobile phone number.

Lu Qiao works at the age of 21 and still uses the mobile phone and number her mother left her.

One day, Lu Qiao gave me a screenshot. The following was written: Dad, now scammers are so deceiving. Be careful.

And the content of the picture is exactly me 25 years ago.

SMS content: (Xiao Qiao, are you there?)

SMS content: (at, are you?)

SMS content: (I am your old friend, are you married?)

SMS content: (No, it's not time yet.)

SMS content: (Do you still know Luqiao?)

SMS content: (Know, who the **** are you?)

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