As an online writer, everyone has no shortage of fantasies in their heads, which is commonly known as YY, which is now the more popular secondary two.

It's just that as a rough man of twenty-six, even if he used to be a middle-two beautiful boy, at his current age, he can naturally distinguish between reality and fantasy.

After a short period of stunnedness, Meng Xing reacted, and was just about to scold the liar on the other side, when a memory that Meng Xing had never had before suddenly appeared in Meng Xing's mind.

This memory happened when I just got the mobile phone (I forgot the specific time), because I just got the mobile phone not long ago, and I was full of novelty about the mobile phone, so when I was bored and called myself, I ended up calling other people......

Compared with the memories of past experiences, this memory seems to be stuffed into the brain.

Just when Meng Xing's mind was in a mess, he suddenly heard a voice from the microphone: "I'm sorry, I should have made a mistake, I hung up ......"

"Wait!"

Meng Xing instinctively screamed, and his figure jumped up from the spot.

Listening to the voice in the microphone, Meng Xing became more familiar the more he listened, and then began to merge with himself in his memory.

It's exactly who I was thirteen years ago.

Meng Xing's heart was pounding, his face was red, and his body trembled uncontrollably, "Is this true?" Is this true? Is this true...... If that's true!? ”

Meng Xing has written a lot of rebirth novels, but when this kind of similar thing happens to him, Meng Xing only feels that his brain is blank at this moment.

"Anything else?"

An impatient voice came from the microphone, waking up Meng Xing, who was immersed in a huge impact.

Meng Xing took a deep breath, sorted out his thoughts and words, and then said to his mobile phone: "Next, I will tell you something, maybe you won't believe it, but you have to listen to me no matter what, because it is related to your future." ”

Without waiting for the other party to say more, Meng Xing then explained: "My name is Meng Xing, I am twenty-six years old this year, I am you thirteen years later, I don't know what the reason is, I don't know why, you originally called yourself on this mobile phone thirteen years later, but I want to tell you that this call you made can definitely change your ......."

"That ......" Meng Xing didn't finish his words, he only listened to the other party hesitating and interrupted: "My mother told me to eat, I hung up first." ”

"Uh......" Meng Xing was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly shouted: "Don't! Other! Other! Hear me out...... Tut~~"

There was a busy sound in the microphone, and Meng Xing's figure froze in place, stunned.

Immediately after, a new memory surfaced in Meng Xing's consciousness.

It happened in a.,I've just entered the first year of junior high school.,When I'm idle and bored.,Call yourself.,And then an adult's voice came from the microphone.,The voice told me that I came from thirteen years later.,It's the future self.,And said something inexplicable.,As a result, I was so scared that I hung up the phone directly.。

Compared with the previous memory that seemed to be nothing, this memory is obviously clearer, and it can be said that the memory is still much fresher, perhaps because his own influence on this memory is too profound.

It's just that this incident has not changed Meng Xing's future, Meng Xing is still the current Meng Xing, nothing has changed.

Meng Xing tried his best to recall the subsequent process, but only found that the subsequent memory seemed to be disconnected and blurred.

It wasn't until a period of time later that Meng Xing's memory returned to its original trajectory, such as working hard to get admitted to high school, going to college, and dropping out of school......

Meng Xing's body trembled suddenly, and then he hurriedly dialed back the phone number, only to find that his number had already been shut down.

"If he can do it, why can't I? What the hell is going on? Parallel worlds? But if it's a parallel world, how can I have such a memory? Isn't it said that it is the butterfly effect? But why am I still me, nothing has changed? ”

Meng Xing froze in place, and this memory that appeared out of thin air made Meng Xing's brain chaotic.

For the next few hours, Meng Xing was so immersed that he didn't hear anything from his mother's babbling.

Looking at Meng Xing, who was unable to give up, Jiang Juan finally couldn't help frowning and asked, "Did you listen to me?" ”

"What?"

Jiang Juan glared at this uncompetitive son dissatisfied, and finally said patiently: "Aunt Liu at the reception wants to introduce you to a girl, the girl will come over in a few days, you follow Aunt Liu to have a look, by the way, you cut my long head in the afternoon......"

Jiang Juan said patiently, and couldn't help but instruct: "You are already a big boss, don't pick and choose for me......"

Jiang Juan is useless for this son, it can be said that she sees in her bones, she has no fart ability on the surface, and the money she earns is not enough to see a doctor, but her eyes are very high, she doesn't want this, she can't look down on that, plus she is already twenty-six or seventeen years old, but she doesn't worry about the two elders.

Looking at his soulless appearance, Jiang Juan couldn't help but scream, and asked angrily, "Did you hear it?" ”

Meng Xing stared at Jiang Juan with wide eyes, naturally not because he saw a ghost, but because in Meng Xing's mind, there was a new memory, and the memory still came from his thirteen-year-old self.

Just after receiving that mysterious call, Xiao Meng Xing was caught in the battle between heaven and man.

He is still a junior high school student, a real second year of secondary school, and he is at a time when he likes illusions and feels that he is different from everyone else.

Because of this, after receiving such a call, it naturally made Meng Xing's heart pound.

Therefore, after calming down, Meng Xing thought about whether to call the person who said it was his future again......

"Hit! Hit! Hit ......"

Meng Xing's body was tense, as if he couldn't help but tremble, and his mouth subconsciously chattered.

Jiang Juan looked at Meng Xing's soulless appearance, and couldn't help but chuckle in her heart.

Since Meng Xing has been at home for the past few years, she has heard many others say that writing at home all the year round may become neurotic.

Fortunately, although Meng Xing was a house, he did not have this image, which made Jiang Juan feel relieved.

It's just that looking at Meng Xing's appearance now, Jiang Juan was shocked, and she raised her hand and slapped Meng Xing.

Syllable!

A slap directly woke Meng Xing up.

Meng Xing covered his face and glared at Jiang Juan, "Mom, why are you beating me?" ”

Looking at Meng Xing's appearance, Jiang Juan breathed a sigh of relief, and then said confidently: "What kind of nerves did you have just now?" ”

"I ...... I ......"

Recalling the strange things that happened to him, Meng Xing didn't know how to explain it, so he changed the topic and explained: "I'm thinking about the plot of the book? ”

When Jiang Juan heard this, her heart was full of doubt, "If it goes on like this, it won't really become a neurotic, right?" ”