Fuck his fate
Sensing the inexplicable fear in the person next to him, Lin Nanyue stopped and bent down to look at his own reflection in Jiang Qing's eyes. As he got closer, the figure in the girl's pupils became clearer and clearer.
"What do you think fate is?"
"Destiny," Jiang Qing pondered, "is it the line that leads from birth to the end of a person's life?"
Lin Nanyan straightened up, pulled Jiang Qing's schoolbag strap with his hand, and pushed her forward.
On the tree-lined path, the road under their feet was very straight, and there was no end in sight.
"Then what do you think is predetermined destiny?" Lin Nanyan asked again.
Jiang Qing followed him forward unconsciously, pondering the question he raised. "That's exactly the trajectory we should follow on the one-way timeline."
"Should? Do you think that what a person should and shouldn't do is determined by fate?"
"No," Jiang Qing responded quickly this time. "What should and shouldn't be done is always determined by the person who makes the decision."
"So," Lin Nanyan stretched out his tone, "Do you still think that fate is predetermined?"
Facing the setting sun, the wind blew through the leaves on the street, making a rustling sound.
Lin Nanyan's voice rang clearly in her ears, "There is no such thing as fate. As long as we live and move forward, the things we encounter, the people we meet, and the decisions we make are all changing all the time."
“Destiny is in the past, not in the future.”
Jiang Qing was stunned. She stopped and looked up at Lin Nanyan.
"Destiny is in the past, not in the future?"
Lin Nanyan rubbed her head and said, "It's not good for a child to think about such profound questions. Just remember that what you are walking on is your so-called destiny."
"It spreads from the past to your feet, but it will never pass over you and invade your future without permission."
Lin Nanyan produced a lollipop from nowhere and placed it in front of Jiang Qing's eyes. "Just like now, you can decide the fate of this candy. Will it be thrown away or eaten?"
"You can also decide your own destiny. Do you want to choose the destiny line of keeping this candy or the destiny line of giving it up?"
Jiang Qing stared at the lollipop in his hand, unwrapped the yellow candy wrapper, and put it in her mouth.
"That's sweet," she smiled. "But who are you calling a kid?"
A high school student dared to act like a boss and teach her a lesson. She was angry but still had to keep smiling.
Lin Nanyan reacted quickly, turned around and ran away, escaping from Jiang Qing's clutches.
Jiang Qing followed behind and kept chasing him.
"Oh, I made a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue."
"Stop."
"I already said it was a slip of the tongue—"
"You are the child..."
The two people's voices were heard from far away.
Fate? Fuck fate.
She is a real minor now, so how could she understand such profound questions?
Lin Nanyan and Jiang Qing lived in the same residential complex, not far from each other. One lived upstairs, the other downstairs, with a gap of two floors between them.
The two were playing and joking in the stairwell. When they reached the second floor, Lin Nanyan turned around and ran into the house. Through the open door, he held the door handle with one hand and saluted to Jiang Qing with the other hand, with a smile on his face.
"Okay, okay, I give in. I admit that you are not a child anymore. You have grown up."
Jiang Qing put her hands on her hips. She had traveled from the future. Although she was wearing the appearance of a high school student, she was actually a mature adult. "That's more like it—"
Before he could finish his words, he heard the person in front of him say in a servile manner: "You are the eldest child, Jiang Dahai, see you tomorrow."
With a bang, the door in front of me closed suddenly.
Ahhh, this damn kid, this broken kid.
Jiang Qing went crazy and stomped her feet in anger. She peeked through the peephole of Lin Nanyan's house and raised her fist as a threat.
After her monologue, Jiang Qing realized that the people inside couldn't see her anger. She snorted heavily and stomped up the stairs, trying to make sure the people inside could hear her anger.
As soon as she reached the third floor, Jiang Qing's steps became lighter and she moved quickly through the corridor.
At the entrance of the fifth floor, looking at the familiar door, she looked around and saw that the corridor was very quiet. She opened the peephole of her own house and peeked inside quietly, trying to see if there was anyone inside. Unfortunately, it was pitch black and she could not see anything.
"What are you doing?"
Jiang Qing shuddered, startled by the sudden voice. She turned around and saw her beloved mother, a younger version of Ms. Wang.
"Mom, you know how scary it is to scare people to death, why are you walking so quietly?"
Wang Hong stuffed the food in her hand to Jiang Qing and took out the key from her pocket.
"What else can I say? You were so noisy, who couldn't hear you? You were yelling all the way home, and when you got to my house, you were like a thief, trying to break into the door. What bad things have you done that you dare not even come in?"
Jiang Qing followed Wang Hong into the house, pretending not to hear her complaints.
"No, I just forgot to bring my keys, and I just wanted to see if you were home."
Wang Hongtou didn't even turn around, "You'd better put the food in the kitchen. What do you want to eat tonight?"
Jiang Qing lowered her head. Her hands were filled with a large bag of vegetables and fruits. She took out the items one by one and arranged them by category.
"Eggplant, beans, greens, potatoes...Mom, I want to eat baked potato chips." She shouted to the living room.
Wang Hong's voice came from the bathroom far away: "They only eat some indecent things. They can eat baked potato chips, but they have to eat first. Only after eating can they eat baked potatoes."
"Okay, Mom." Jiang Qing smiled broadly and responded enthusiastically. She also had an appetite for barbecue after dinner.
"Then I'll go back to my room to do my homework." Without waiting for a response, she picked up her schoolbag and rushed back to the room in two steps.
Wang Hong washed her hands and came out of the kitchen. No one was there. She shook her head. "This kid is so impulsive."
She washed the reserved potatoes and eggplant, sliced the potatoes, and cut the eggplant into cubes. She put the potato slices on a plate and put it in the refrigerator to be baked after dinner. She quickly lit the fire, cooked, and cleaned the kitchen.
In the bedroom, Jiang Qing jumped up and down in her room, searching back and forth.
"That shouldn't be the case. Where is the recorder?"
She had searched her schoolbag, clothes, desk, etc. throughout the day, but couldn't find the recorder. She thought she had left it at home, but after searching for a long time, she still couldn't find it.
Could it be that her mother cleaned up her room and put it somewhere else?
Jiang Qing opened the door and poked her little head out carefully.
"Mom, have you seen my recorder?"
"No, I didn't see it." Wang Hong paused while picking vegetables and turned to stare at Jiang Qing suspiciously. "You didn't lose it, did you? I just bought it for you a few days ago."
"No, no, how is that possible? I should have gone to school." Jiang Qing laughed awkwardly.
She suddenly withdrew her little head, turned around and closed the door neatly.
Wang Hong looked at the closed bedroom door for a long time before she looked away and continued picking vegetables.
In the bedroom, Jiang Qing patted her heart. Ms. Wang had spent a huge amount of money to buy a recorder, and she couldn't let her know that it might have been lost.
Besides, when she traveled through time, she was clearly holding a recorder in her hand. Now if she wants to figure out some problems, she has to find the recorder.
Sitting at the desk, spreading out her textbook, she picked up her old phone and quietly sent a text message to Lin Nanyan: "Have you seen my recorder?"
Second floor, Room 201.
The room was silent, with only the sound of running water in the bathroom and the buzzing of the phone that started and then went off.
After a long time, the sound of flowing water stopped.
Lin Nanyan put on his clothes and came out, wiping his messy, wet hair with a towel in one hand. Water droplets dripped from the ends of his hair, gradually forming dark dots on his chest.
The whole person's figure appears particularly thin and slender under the reflection of the light.
He picked up the phone with one hand, which showed a special message reminder, and clicked it.
Jiang Maomao: [Have you seen my recorder? ]
Jiang Maomao: [Urgent! I can’t find it]
Jiang Maomao: [My mom spent a fortune on it and only bought it a few days ago. If I lose it, I'll be dead. Urgent!]
Lin Nanyan recalled Jiang Qing's itinerary for the day, draped the towel over his shoulders, and typed: [I saw you bring it to school this morning. Look carefully for it; it might have been left somewhere.]
School? She searched the school but couldn’t find it. Could it be that it was really lost?
So what about the time travel thing? Could it be that the recorder is a disposable prop that disappears after completing its mission? I wonder if her mother will believe her if she explains this to her.
Jiang Qing held her chin up and thought, since she could see it again during college, the recorder must have returned. She just replied to her mother that she didn't lose it, so it wasn't a lie.
It was about the time-travel prop. Without the recorder, how could she travel back? Was she really going to have to relive high school all over again?
Jiang Qing quietly looked at everything around her: the bed sheets with small floral patterns, the tall bookshelves, the uneaten snacks on the table. Everything told Jiang Qing that she had returned to 2015 and had the possibility of starting over again.
Looking at the exercise book in front of her, Jiang Qing thought that it was not impossible to start over. She would have a few more years. This time, if she worked harder, she would definitely live a better life and get into a better university.
Just as Lin Nanyan said, the road ahead is what she should seriously consider now, and not seek trouble for herself.
Just do it.
Jiang Qing picked up her pen and prepared to work through her workbook. Five minutes later, her eyes were blank and tearful.
She was wrong. It was not a human thing to do to start over again, especially since her memory was in the future, not the present.
She hadn't been familiar with this exercise for several years, and it was really difficult to get familiar with it again.
Pick up your phone and send a text message.
This exercise is really not something a human could do, right? Lend me your freshman year notes, I want the basic version.
Received a reply in two seconds.
Lin Dagou: [Your little brain needs work. The notes are at school. I'll give them to you tomorrow.]
Jiang Qing: ??? You’re such a dog.
Jiang Maomao: [? ? Don't think you're being so subtle that I can't tell you're calling me a rusty-headed person, Lin-Da-Gou]
Lin Dagou: [Hmm? Still want the notes? Smile.]
Jiang Maomao: [I was wrong, I was wrong, Brother Nanyan, I wish you a happy new year from afar.]
Lin Dagou: [Smile, read]
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