Before The College Entrance Examination, 20 Years Later, I Sent A Text Message

Thinking of getting in touch with his 17-year-old self as soon as possible, the sweaty Chen Yu's face suddenly changed again.

Because his mobile phone, delivery badge, and electric car are still in the villa, including his clothes and shoes.

How can I get in touch with my 17-year-old self as quickly as possible without a cell phone?

If I change a mobile phone, can my 17-year-old me still receive text messages?

This……

A heart sank.

Heart-warming.

Is this a dead end?

Go back to that villa at this time to find your mobile phone? Do you think you're not dying fast enough?

"day……"

Frustrated, Chen Yu sat back on the big rock feebly, feeling that his future was hopeless.

Without lung cancer, I have to die.

This fucking life, God, are you playing with me? Let me change to a more exciting way to die?

He looked up at the night sky speechlessly.

Some new memories emerged in his mind, which made him stunned for a second, and then overjoyed.

Because in this new memory, after his life turned in the other direction when he was 17 years old, his Qianyu mobile phone, which had only received mysterious text messages and video calls, was hidden in his bedroom within a few days, only in the Take it out every night to see if you get a new mysterious text message, or a mysterious video call request.

It's just that after so many years, that phone has only received one mysterious text message and one video call.

After that, there was no contact again.

Over the years, since Chen Yu was 17 years old, although he often took the initiative to send messages and video call requests to himself, he never heard back.

Fortunately, even so, he has been hiding the mobile phone in his bedroom all these years and has no habit of carrying it with him.

...

Thinking of this, he immediately cheered up, got up quickly and walked out of the woods, preparing to rush home as soon as possible, get the mobile phone as soon as possible and get in touch with his 17-year-old self.

If the owner of the villa finds him first, he will be finished for the rest of his life.

...

at the same time.

May 5, 2012, evening.

17-year-old Chen Yu, tossing and turning in bed, couldn't fall asleep. The mysterious person in the text messages and video calls he received on his mobile phone had been in his mind more than an hour ago.

Who is that guy?

Why do you look so much like my dad?

Does my dad have a long lost brother?

its not right!

I've grown up so much, and I haven't heard my father mention that he has a brother. Didn't my father only have two sisters?

That person had plastic surgery like that, just to make fun of me?

impossible!

Who is so boring, to make fun of me?

impossible!

So...that's the makeup like that?

There seem to be such make-up techniques in movies and TV shows, but... people with such powerful make-up techniques, as for making fun of me with such awesome make-up techniques?

Is there a conspiracy against me...or against my family?

Not so much, right?

My father is a taxi driver, and my mother is just an ordinary female worker in the factory. My grandfather died early, and he did not leave any great legacy to our family. Grandma...grandmother has no savings. old lady.

As for me? Although I am handsome, there are people who are more handsome than me! As for messing with me for this?

It was incomprehensible.

Distraught, Chen Yu frowned, got up and sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and pulled his schoolbag over, took out half a box of cigarettes and a lighter from the schoolbag, pulled one out and put it in his mouth, the lighter fired a small flame, ready to light the cigarette As he was touching, his hand suddenly stopped.

"You died of lung cancer in your life..."

The words that the mysterious man told him in the video suddenly echoed in his mind.

Then, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at the cigarette in his mouth, and suddenly he didn't dare to light it.

Rolling his eyes, he sighed, threw off the lighter, took off the cigarette in his mouth, and stuffed it into the cigarette case.

Smoke him mabi! How could this make him smoke happily?

Just at this moment, the sound of the courtyard door opening came from outside the window, followed by footsteps and the sound of my father coughing.

Hearing this, Chen Yu raised his brows, suddenly slipped on the slippers by the bed, and strode to the door.

When he opened the door and walked into the living room, his father, Chen Guangguang, happened to come in from the door holding a glass tea cup.

Chen Yu casually turned on the fluorescent lamp in the living room.

The light that suddenly turned on made Chen Guangguang jump, and his footsteps stopped there.

"Dad, are you back? Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook some noodles for you?"

Chen Yu, who wanted to ask his father a question, asked with a shy face.

Chen Guangguang looked at him strangely, "Huh? Why are you so filial today? The sun is out in the west? What's wrong? Did something happen to the school again? It's not the teacher who asked you to call your parents again, right? Or do you want to ask Laozi for money again?"

Asked, Chen Guangguang let out a tired sigh, and walked slowly to the table of the Eight Immortals in the living room.

Holding the teacup with one hand, and pressing the waist with the other.

He drives back, has his own taxi, but does not have a taxi license, and mainly runs around the city every day.

There is a fixed group of customers.

If someone wants to take a car, they will call him.

Earning money is not bad. I can earn 10,000 yuan every month, but it is very hard. I have to work until midnight every day. Sometimes, when I go home, it is one or two in the morning.

Seeing this, Chen Yu hurried forward, took the tea cup from Dad's hand, helped him sit down on the bench, and then squeezed Dad's shoulders while smirking and said, "No, Dad! I think badly, I didn't get into trouble, and I still have pocket money, really!"

Chen Guangguang squinted and enjoyed his son's shoulder pinching service. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and squinted at his son, "Really?"

Chen Yu nodded quickly, "Really! I just want to be filial to you, see what you think of me! Hehe."

Chen Guangming was still a little unconvinced.

"Hum, it's really good! Well, you'll cook noodles for me in a while, but you're not allowed to make any conditions!"

Chen Yu blinked, "Don't give me any hard work?"

Chen Guangguang snorted coldly, "Look! Still want to ask Laozi for money, right?"

Chen Yu was helpless, "Forget it! If you don't want to give it, don't give it! I don't want it, okay? Wait! I'll cook noodles for you!"

With that said, he went to the kitchen.

Chen Guangguang looked at his son's back somewhat unexpectedly and smiled slightly.

After a while.

Chen Yu was cooking noodles in the kitchen, when Chen Guangguang came to the kitchen door, leaning his shoulders on the door frame, "Hey! Brat, how much do you want this time? Tell me the number! If it's more than 20, you don't need to open your mouth! "

Chen Yu, who didn't hear his father's footsteps, turned around in surprise.

Hearing Dad's words, Chen Yu looked helpless, "No! Dad, I'm really not asking for money tonight, I-I just want to ask...I want to ask..."

Speaking of which, he hesitated again.

Instead, Chen Guangguang's curiosity was aroused, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, "What exactly do you want to ask? Hurry up and give a loud fart, okay?"

Chen Yu: "Dad, I just wanted to ask... Do you have any brothers or something? Brothers! Or cousins ​​or cousins ​​who look very much like you? Do you have any?"

Chen Guangguang frowned and looked at his son.

After watching for a few seconds, he turned around and left, "No! It's the middle of the night, that's what you want to ask? Nerve! Hurry up and cook the noodles!"