**Wedge*

I stared at the man in front of me.

He has a very good-looking face, clear facial features, and a soft face.

He is very tall and makes people feel very secure.

He was holding a pot of peanut flowers in his hand. The tiny yellow flowers are hidden in the tall green leaves and are not very pretty. But I love it.

He just told me that he wanted to be with me.

I've written his name countless times in my notebook.

I thought of him countless times to the moon.

I liked him a lot, when I was alone.

And only when I'm alone.

But I couldn't say yes to him, because I was such a hot potato. The first time I saw him, I almost killed him.

But I couldn't refuse him. I don't want to, and I don't dare.

I stared at the air above his head, hesitating.

Then I saw with my peripheral vision that he had put the flowers on the table. One hand blindfolded me, and the other held mine.

I can't see anything. I can only hear him say, "Don't look, it's a number that has nothing to do with you." ”

I know this number is related to me.

This number makes countless things in this world, countless lives and deaths related to me.

But there's nothing in this world about me.

"A butterfly in the Amazon rainforest of South America, with an occasional flap of its wings, can cause a tornado in Texas, USA, two weeks later. This is the most common version of the explanation for the butterfly effect.

The butterfly effect refers to the fact that a small event can eventually lead to a hugely impactful ending.

If that butterfly had been conscious and knew that it was the culprit of a tornado with heavy casualties, would you guess it still have the courage to continue flying?

I think it's going to make itself curl up in a corner and never flap its wings again.

Why do I know?

Because I'm the butterfly that can see a tornado.

**Unlucky superpowers**

On Monday morning, I stood in line at the toll booth of the breakfast stall, ready to buy the little ravioli I had been thinking about.

"Auntie, I want a ...... Scallion pancakes. A bowl of millet porridge. "When I finally got in line, I saw a little girl next to me holding a fragrant scallion pancake, so I changed my mind and ordered the scallion pancake instead.

"Okay!" replied the aunt who charged the fee, "Girl, you are so lucky, the last scallion pancake today." ”

I listened with joy. Maybe it's because of the huge burden of bad luck on my back, and anything that touches on good luck makes me happy.

But when I was about to find a seat for breakfast, I turned around and saw a scene that made me unable to laugh.

I saw the man standing in front of the toll booth hesitating in front of the menu, "There are no scallion pancakes...... Then I want a bowl of shredded pork noodles. ”

A number appeared above his head, slowly rising from 0 to 17034. After about ten seconds, the string of numbers disappeared.

All of a sudden, I was like a deflated ball. I said that bad luck didn't let me go so easily.

My name is Lu Weibie, female, 27 years old this year. Have an ordinary family, an ordinary job, an ordinary life.

However, there is also something special. That is, I have a particularly unlucky superpower.

It made me the butterfly in the butterfly effect.

What's even more cruel than that is that I'm a butterfly that can see tornadoes.

The story begins when I was five years old. At that time, the legend of the New White Lady was in full swing, and I was still an ignorant teenager who was attracted by Zhao Yazhi's beauty, and quickly transformed from a foot-gnawing girl to a female neurotic with toilet paper wrapped in chopsticks on her head.

In addition to using toilet paper to pretend to be fluttering in white, I also deeply envy the mana of the white lady. So I silently prayed to the heavens, hoping that God would give me some mana as well. It doesn't matter if you turn a stone into gold, or if you fight a cow in the air, it's good, all in all, give me some superpowers and turn me into a little fairy.

Or, the little flower demon will do the same!

As it turned out, God did hear my prayers, but the gods (and even goblins) weren't that easy to do, so he just gave me a superpower, a superpower that matched my mortal status and made people feel like they were being cooked by fire.

That day, at the age of five, I woke up from my nap as usual, reached out and made a few gestures in the air. As expected, nothing has changed around me, and I'm still the same ordinary little girl who has no hands on my hands.

I rubbed my eyes and walked out with a vague step, just in time to see my old cat, Rhubarb, climbing the window. Seeing that most of its body had reached out of the window, I hurriedly ran over and grabbed it by the tail.

Rhubarb was in pain, and it was a cat's claw magic skill to turn his hand back at me, leaving a few blood marks on my arm.

I didn't have time to pay attention to those blood marks, because I found that on the top of Rhubarb's head, there was a number that had never appeared before, starting from 0 and quickly jumping to 162.

The number disappeared in a moment, much to the relief of my youth. Maybe it's because I'm dizzy from sleeping.

But when I turned my head, I saw that the goldfish that was lonely alive in my fish tank also had numbers above its head. By the time I saw the string of numbers, it was already starting to change, decreasing little by little, until it finally settled at 3.

I can't see or touch these numbers, and I can't do anything with them. Of course, I didn't think it was some kind of powerful spell, but I thought I must have hit an evil spirit. Even though I was only five years old at the time, I had already learned a lot of ghost stories from my immoral cousin, so I thought I had a lot of say in the matter of smashing evil spirits.

So I stumbled and ran to cry to my grandmother. Unfortunately, when I was a child, I didn't have a Chinese class, so I never knew how to describe the shape of those numbers. All I can say vaguely is that there are numbers hanging in the air.

Grandma looked at me who was "babbling gibberish" and instantly grasped the point, staring at me with bright and determined eyes.

I stared at my grandmother with tears in my eyes. Yes, grandma, your dear little granddaughter has fallen into evil spirits, please take me to exorcise evil spirits!

Grandma lived up to my expectations and ran over in three steps and two steps.

I nodded desperately with snot hanging onto my nose and shook it all over my body. Yes, grandma! Exorcism can't be delayed!

Grandma finally ran up to me and picked me up. "Oh, looking at the people who were caught, they were scared and talking nonsense! This wound is deep, and I have to get a rabies vaccine!"

I was stunned on the spot, anxious to say something and explain again, but the more anxious I was, the more speechless I became, so I had to break down and cry.

At this time, my grandmother had already taken the bag, locked the door, and comforted me seriously, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, it doesn't hurt at all, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it's good......"

My last memory of that day ended in a double fear of evil and needles.

When I woke up the next day, life was normal again, and I started bouncing again. If this is the end of it, I will definitely continue my little crazy personality and grow up happily into a real ordinary 27-year-old girl.

But, just kidding, how could God let me go so easily.

On the third day after the incident, my rhubarb took advantage of the family's inattention to catch the goldfish from the fish tank to the ground. By the time the family found out, the goldfish had already returned to Huangquan and had no spirit in the medicine stone.

Grandma Goldfish has been raised for a long time, and she is the last of the five fish to survive tenaciously. Grandma was so angry that she chased Rhubarb all over the house. Rhubarb is worthy of being born as a race of world hegemons, flying eaves and walls to flee in all directions, and also casually pulling the flower pots, cups and plates in the place he passed to the ground as a weapon and obstacle to stop grandma from advancing.

Among the porcelain tiles flying all over the sky, as an inconspicuous backdrop for the human-cat battle, five-year-old me squatted in the corner and shivered.

I distinctly remember that the moment I rescued the rhubarb, a number appeared on the top of the goldfish's head, and then slowly dropped to three.

On that day, five-year-old, weak, and unaware of what the world was all about, I had a vague feeling as if I had indeed gained superpowers.

That is, I may affect the lifespan of the living beings around me, and I can see that effect.

Then, with snot bubbles all over my face, I crawled to find the pen and drew 162 diagonal lines on the wall calendar from three days ago.

When I drew the slash, I felt more proud and proud in addition to fear. After all, having the power to intervene in the lives and deaths of others, and being able to see your own power, is so cool for a five-year-old ignorant girl!

It's a pity that there are some things that I can't even guess if I have superpowers.

For example, the grandmother, who finally lost miserably in the human-cat war, suddenly looked back and saw her little granddaughter who usually looked like a leather monkey stepping on the sofa covered in mud and drawing the wall calendar like a melon, what would happen next.

This kind of thing doesn't require superpowers, it can be judged by general inference. It's a pity that I was too young to know what general inference is.

So I didn't dodge that beating in time.

162 days later, Rhubarb fell from the building.

I cried in the dark at Rhubarb's corpse. Rhubarb is older than me, and since I was born, it has been with me, taking care of me, protecting me, and ...... Belch...... Beat me.

I couldn't bear it.

To me, goldfish are just creatures that cannot be seen or touched, neither communicating with me nor hugging me. But rhubarb is different, I have felt its body temperature, heard its purring, touched its fur, and been licked by its little prickly tongue in its arms.

It was another member of my family, but it died.

And its death was something I could have foreseen. I foresaw its death exactly 162 days in advance.

But when I was young, I didn't understand the meaning of death, nor did I know how to say goodbye in a cherished place. Even, because of his possible superpowers, he is still vaguely looking forward to the arrival of the 162nd day.

It makes me kind of resentful of myself.

So, I cried so much that day that day, I had very mixed emotions. There is reluctance to rhubarb, fear of death, regret for not saying goodbye properly, and resentment towards myself who only knows how to hope for superpowers.

At an age when other children were simply crying or laughing, I officially lost my simple innocence and became an adult with complex thoughts.

I know that some of my actions will have a devastating effect on others, but I don't know what the reason is. I didn't do anything bad, I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but I still couldn't restrain the influence.

Just like the butterfly, it just flies, but it has involved countless people in disaster.

Twenty-two years later, I sat at this small breakfast stall and saved the life of a young man I didn't know.

I looked carefully at the scallion pancake and millet porridge in my hand, and seriously pondered how these two things had become the young man's talisman. There are many possibilities, such as scallion pancakes are not chewy and may make people choke to death, or millet porridge is left for too long and will make people diarrhea, or the time it takes to finish these two things will make the promising young man catch up with a car accident after going out.

I felt very hopeless.

I can see how my actions affect the lifespan of other creatures, but I can't see my own. For example, I know that my act of buying the last scallion pancake saved the young man's life today, but I don't know if this life needs to be filled with my life.

I carefully calculated how likely it was that I would not be choked to death by scallion pancakes, diarrhea, and hit by a car when I went out, and then put down my chopsticks in a gloomy manner, leaving a mouthful of untouched breakfast, and went out to catch the bus with a sad face.

Life is precious, and it is better to eat bread.