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Chapter 14 "Sometimes Later" Part [-]

"Are you also playing the game Dungeon Hunter?" said my colleague.

"Yeah, what's wrong? Isn't it fun?" I said.

"It's fun, but it's not fun if you know the bugs in a stand-alone game."

"Is there a bug?" I said doubtfully.

"Tune in to tomorrow and you'll know."

"Oh?" I cut to the next day and logged into the game.

I received the reward instantly. It turns out that this game can be played infinitely.

The text message came when I was about to cut to the next day.

Text message content: (Dahai: Brother, I’ll treat you to dinner.)
I smiled and made a phone call.

"The number you dialed is an empty number..."

Eh?Will this still be empty?
I set the time back and called again.

"Is Dahai getting rich? Invite me to dinner?" I said.

"Eh? No. Didn't I ask you to have dinner?" Dahai replied.

"Eh? What's going on?" I hung up the phone.

I went back and looked at the text message, and Dahai’s text message actually disappeared.

I rubbed my eyes and looked confused.

At noon the next day, Zhengxiang, who was taking a nap, was awakened by a text message.

Sent from Dahai: “Brother, I’ll treat you to a meal.”

Well?I called quickly.

"Brother, how did you know that my stock went up yesterday? Have you bought it again recently?"

"No? Why didn't you invite me yesterday and you thought of treating me today?" I asked.

"You don't know? My stocks have hit their daily limit, and all three of them have stopped trading today. Hahaha"

"This is a good thing, we must treat you." I thought and said.

He looked at the phone with a puzzled look on his face.

Could it be that if I adjust the time on my phone, the real time will also be adjusted?

It's impossible, there's no way such a magical thing could happen.

Walking on the road after eating and drinking, I burped loudly.

While walking, a strange phone call came in.

"Hello?" I said with a smile.

"Son, do you remember me?"

"Who are you?" I asked doubtfully, the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"Do you remember Jiajia? I am his mother. I asked for your contact information when I was looking for the school. Do you mind?"

I hit a shock.

Cao Jiajia, my hair is small.

Eight years ago, I went to a water park and the wave machine broke down.

The security facilities were not perfect and he drowned in the water.

"Auntie, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Auntie, I would like to ask you for a favor. I have been dreaming about Jiajia recently. She said she wanted to see you. This Sunday is his death anniversary. Can you come to Kunshan and pay homage with us?"

My mind went blank. I missed my children too much.

I recalled the time of cremation.

His grandma was in poor health, and his parents couldn't control their emotions.

I still got his urn.

"Auntie, is it Sunday? I will definitely come. You haven't moved, have you?" I said.

"If you haven't moved, then I'll trouble you."

"Nothing, I haven't seen Jiajia for a long time." I said.

After hanging up the phone, I noted the number on the phone to Jiajia’s mother.

Then I looked at my phone in a daze, and I was really shocked by what I just said.

I had sobered up from the wine, and after thinking for a moment, I flipped through my phone.

I flipped through the address book over and over again.

My mobile phone has been authenticated very early.

The sim card always stores the contact numbers of important people.

Among a lot of customers, I saw Cao Jiajia in column C.

The 13th digit of the cornet starting with 11 is PHS.

Back then, he showed off this phone to me for a long time.

I called, but the number was already empty.

I adjusted the time and went back to eight years ago.

Text message content: (Are you there?) I sent it.

10 minutes.

Two 10 minutes.

When I was about to give up.

Text message content: (Who are you?)
Content of the text message: (I am Luqiao, please send me a small message.) I replied anxiously.

Text message content: (Why do you also have a PHS? The number is still so strange?)

I called immediately.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable..."

It seems that you cannot make calls after adjusting the time.

Text message content: (Is school over?) I sent it helplessly.

Text message content: (Well, I’m doing my homework. But I’m secretly playing Snake.)
Content of the text message: (Hurry up and let me copy it tomorrow.) I shed tears unconsciously. His grades have always been better than mine.

Text message content: (By the way, I’m still surprised, why do you have a PHS?)
Content of the text message: (Oh, you are not allowed to talk nonsense. I will not admit it, I see you have it. I am jealous, I spent my New Year’s money to buy it secretly.) I sent it.

Text message content: (Okay, I will keep this secret for you. Who makes you my best friend?)
Content of the text message: (Remember, don’t ask me about PHS when you meet.) I thought about it and sent it.

Text message content: (Okay, look how scared you are. I almost have to do my homework, otherwise who are you copying from?)
I put down the phone, my eyes red.

I bought a new phone, the one that was psychic and I never changed time again.

I remember that after graduating from college, I went to work in the province. Kunshan is two hours away by train.

I took leave a day early and returned home with two mobile phones in my bag.

These days, at five o'clock in the afternoon, I will chat with Jiajia.

I thought that giving the phone to Jiajia’s mother might be the best memorial to Jiajia’s mother.

Early on Sunday morning, I followed the route in my memory and arrived at Jiajia’s home.

Knocked on the door.The person who opened the door for me was a Taoist priest.

I was stunned, and then it was Jiajia’s father who came over.

It’s just that Jiajia’s father is already gray-haired at this time.

Jiajia's father told me that the priest was hired by grandma to exorcise demons, and that Jiajia's mother had gone crazy a few years ago.

At this moment my heart is empty.

In the bag is the mobile phone that can chat with Jiajia.

But I didn't dare to say a word to Jiajia's father.

I asked tremblingly: "Can I go in and take a look?"

Jiajia's father thought for a long time and nodded.

A middle-aged woman was crying while holding a portrait of her son.

It was so heartbreaking that my throat was dry from crying.

My heart trembled, and I took the water glass on the table and handed it over.

"Auntie, drink some water." I said weakly with a trembling voice.

Jiajia's father slowly came up behind me, patted my back and whispered: "It's useless, my soul is not here. I won't pay attention to you. This year I will be the only one to pay homage to Jiajia." .are you coming?"

"Jiajia?" I blurted out.

Jiajia's father nodded.

Along the way, Jiajia’s father drove the car.The gray hair made me tingle, so I asked tentatively.

"Auntie?" I said.

"This has been like this a few years ago. Every time the anniversary of Jiajia's death is approaching, she will get sick. After that, she will get better, but I didn't stop to call you this time. It's really troublesome, I'm sorry." Jiajia's father said.

It turns out that after Jiajia's death, Jiajia's parents never gave birth to another child.

Every year Jiajia's parents come to Kunshan to pay homage to Jiajia.

Until Jiajia’s mother became like this.

And my mobile phone number was also written down by Jiajia’s mother long ago, but this time she happened to not stop her.

"You bastard son, how could you go before us?" Jiajia's father kept crying against the tombstone.

I knelt down helplessly and pressed against the tombstone.He said softly: "It really doesn't make people worry."

Jiajia’s father put down the flowers. Burning paper money had been banned here a few years ago.

But Jiajia's father still took out the iron lighter from his shoe.

Jiajia’s father, who never smoked along the way, lit the lighter.

Burning the paper money taken out of the bag one by one.

Jiajia's father glanced at me and said, "Let's go together. Feng Da will help me protect some here. I want to burn some for Jiajia's flowers."

I took off my windbreaker and covered Jiajia's father's hand.

Listening to Jiajia's father talking one sentence after another.

"Why don't you stay down there for a while?"

"Stop looking for your mother, okay?"

"I've burned all the money for you, so you can save some money."

"Come to me if you really miss home. Don't scare your mother?"

"I know you miss your parents, but I only have your mother. Don't take her away, silly son."

. . . . . .

After a long time, Jiajia's father stood up, collected all the paper ashes on the ground, and put them into his bag.

"I made you laugh." Jiajia's father said with a wry smile.

"No, no, no, it's nothing." I replied immediately.

"Will you come again next year?" Jiajia's father asked and paused.

"Forget it, don't come. This is none of your business." Jiajia's father said helplessly.

"No, I'll come. We agreed to do it this time next year," I said.

When I went back, I took a look at my phone in my bag.

I still don’t have the courage to hand over the psychic phone to Jiajia’s father.

Jiajia's text message actually appeared on the phone.

It was 5 minutes ago.

Text message content: (I won’t chat with you today. My parents are taking me to the water park in the afternoon.)
I was shocked when I saw this text message.

Today is Jiajia’s death anniversary.

In other words, eight years ago today, Jiajia was killed in the afternoon water park.

My whole body was numb.

The blood begins to cool.

A shiver ran down my back, and my mind felt like an electric shock.

But I remembered something, and I was looking through it on my old phone.

Contact person: Jiajia’s mother
Jiajia’s mother, please never change your phone number.

I sent a text message over.

Content of the text message: (Jiajia’s mother, don’t take your son to the water park.) I sent it immediately.

Waiting in place.

10 minutes.

Text message content: (Who are you?)
Content of the text message: (Great, Auntie. I am a person ten years in the future, believe it or not. Never take Jiajia to the water park, otherwise something will happen.) I sent it quickly.

Text message content: (Are you crazy? Shen Jingbing.)
I looked at my old phone with a look of despair, yeah.

Who would believe a text message.

I tried making the call.

"The number you dialed is an empty number..."

My whole body collapsed.

Kneeling on the ground.

1 minute, 2 minutes.

stare~
Jiajia’s text messages on the old phone.

Text message content: (I want to cry so much. I don’t know why the water park plan was cancelled.)
I laughed while watching the short message. I took out my new mobile phone and called Jiajia’s mother.

"How's it going? Is Jiajia here? Is everything okay?"

Jiajia's father smiled bitterly and said: "My child, why are you not normal anymore? How can a dead person come back to life?"

"I...I..." I said at a loss.

"Stop talking about the child, go see a psychiatrist. This is a disease, take your time." Jiajia's father's deep voice was a little helpless.

I looked at the text message Jiajia sent again on my old phone.

Text message content: (Are you gloating? Answer me.)
(End of this chapter)