"Are you sure you want to buy this watch?"

I looked up and saw this dark-skinned foreigner boss again.

This time, I finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

If the old man with gray hair and white beard standing behind the counter was still standing behind the counter, I would really doubt my life.

Seeing this foreigner boss, I smiled, and then, without hesitation, bought the watch.

This time, finally, no one was competing with me for the watch anymore. This time, it's mine.

Although I bought this watch, I was still a little disappointed, but I don't know why this happened, is it because this time there is no Ning Qiang?

Walking out of this small shop, I saw the skyscrapers rising from the ground again. This small shop, surrounded by these behemoths, seems so lonely.

I walked slowly, past the stadium on the left side of the road, and looked up at the huge LCD screen.

At this time, a group of children wearing football uniforms walked by together. There were also a few young people, dressed in strange costumes, shouting something.

In the LCD screen, another video of a football match was released. A group of black-haired, yellow-skinned, and interspersed soccer players with some black and white people in between, were holding the golden World Cup high.

"We won!" I finally laughed.

This time, I won too.

For the first time, I feel that the future of 2037 is so beautiful and so free, which makes me look forward to it.

I lowered my head and touched the watch on my wrist.

At this moment, I felt as if it had a life of its own, as if it could understand my heart and experience all the pain I had suffered in the past.

But at this moment, a voice came from behind me.

"Don't move!"

I turned around, only to see the dark-skinned foreigner boss. He has left the small shop. Just now, it was this sentence he shouted.

I laughed, and before the boss could speak, I preemptively said, "I know, I'm not going to dial that pin!" ”

The boss was stunned, he never thought that I would know about it.

"By the way, what about your adoptive father, how is he now? No, it's already ······" I asked.

"Oh, he's gone to his own son, in the United States." The foreigner said casually, but he was stunned again, "How do you know that I have an adoptive father?" ”

I laughed and said no more.

This time, it's the same as the last time I traveled to the future.

So, according to the last plot development, in a little while, my dad will call me, right?

"Do you know my adoptive father? He told you, right? The foreigner nodded, "I am an orphan, and my adoptive father and adoptive mother adopted me." Later, their son, my younger brother, was born. My younger brother is now studying in college in the United States, and my adoptive parents have come with him. ”

"Oh, I see." I nodded.

Unexpectedly, that old man has already gone abroad?

"My adoptive father gave me the temporary management of this shop, saying that he would come back and continue to operate it when he was old." The shopkeeper also talked a lot, maybe because I was a big beauty.

"When he's old?" I laughed, "Isn't he already very old?" ”

"What are you kidding? He's only 39 years old this year, and his own son is only 17 years old. "The owner was a little unhappy.

"Ah, what?" I burst out laughing.

I thought the adoptive father of this foreigner boss was that old man, but it seems that I was wrong. That's another person, he's only 39 years old, so young, huh?

Oh, no, if this foreigner's adoptive father is only 39 years old, how old is he? How does this guy look like he's in his 30s?

"So, I would venture to ask, how old are you?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm only five years older than this brother of mine."

"What? You're only 22 years old? Ah, you're so mature. I couldn't help but want to laugh, and said in my heart: You old man, you can't help but be too anxious, right? It's only 22 years old, how can you look like a 42-year-old person?

"Hey, forget it, my heart is old. I won't be open for long, and after a while, maybe this place will be demolished. The foreigner boss shook his head and sighed.

It seems that he looks old for a reason. If a person is worried all day long, he is older than the average person.

Strange, if the old man was not his adoptive father, who was that old man? Did he fall from the sky?

Perhaps, that old man should be the father of the original shopkeeper, that is, the grandfather of the foreigner owner. That's right, in terms of age, it's completely right. In this way, the old man is probably gone, and his son has inherited his family business, and now it is his adopted grandson who continues to run it.

However, it seems that I should not think about other people's affairs, and I have to deal with my own problems.

Of course, this seemingly casual conversation,1 was also useful to me.

I took it for granted that the former shopkeeper was the old man, and that the old man was the adoptive father of the foreigner. Then, I overestimated the actual age of this foreigner, thinking that he was at least thirty or forty years old, but I didn't expect that he was only 22 years old this year. Also, I thought that the children of Chinese people should be yellow-skinned and black-eyed, but I didn't expect that the shopkeeper would adopt a child with foreign ancestry? Like those naturalized players in the football team?

It seems that we always carry some kind of deep-seated bias, consciously or unconsciously, because of this bias, we take it for granted that we will come to some kind of conclusion.

For example, the last time, when I traveled to 2037, I found out that I had changed, and I thought I had exchanged bodies with Wenting. However, I couldn't find the real Wenting at all. Actually, I am actually Wen Ting, but it is Ning Qiang and Wen Ting's souls who live in the same body. Because, in my mind, there are still remnants of Wenting's memory.

At this time, a set of familiar images appeared in my mind.

It's still the same garden, and it's still the woman with the vague face looking at me. Then, there was still the laughter of a little girl like a silver bell. Then, there was still a funeral, a large black coffin, a black marble tombstone. Then came the heart-rending cry of the little girl. A pair of hands covered my eyes······

Why is it here again? Is this an illusion, or is it a real experience that happened to Wenting?

It seems that I should have a good understanding of Wen Ting's past. Perhaps, I can find some clues about myself from this.

Just then, my phone rang.

The caller was Wenting's father, and now I have to call him "Dad".

"Daddy." This time, I didn't hesitate to pick up the phone.

I don't think there's anything weird about this title, it seems like everything is natural.

"Wen Ting, what's the matter with you, why don't you answer the phone all the time?" On the other end of the phone, Wenting's father's voice rang.

I didn't answer, I don't know how to explain it.

"Wenting, why didn't you answer me?" Wenting's father was a little angry, "Are you still angry with your father?" ”

"No, no." I say.

"Wenting, even if you don't want to go on a blind date, you must at least look at your father's face, so you can come out and meet others, right? If you don't agree, then it's good for you to say it afterwards, why do you want to run away from home when you get angry? What does this look like? Wenting's father gasped and said, "Where are you now?" ”

"On Fishpond Road."

"Fishpond Road? Where and what are you doing? Okay, then you wait here, Dad, I'll come to you right away! This time, you must not run again, do you hear me? ”

"Okay, okay."

The phone was hung up, but I was quite calm and lost in thought.

Last time, just before Wenting's father was about to find me, I dialed back my watch and went back to the past 2019. Then, there's an endless set of endless loops.

This time, I won't go back easily. I'd rather go on a blind date than go on a blind date with Ning Qiang in that world again.

However, what about Ning Qiang, will he be sad that he can't find me? Also, his watch was lost, and without this artifact, would he just follow the track of time and finally die in 2019 because of that terminal illness?

I couldn't help but worry about Ning Qiang, I already had that kind of relationship with him, I was already his woman, and I couldn't leave his side. However, at this time, like Chang'e, I left him and traveled to the future again?

Am I doing this?

Just then, I heard a rumbling sound in the distance, coming this way.

At the end of my vision, on the other side of the road, a black sedan appeared. That's the black Lincoln stretch sedan driven by Wenting's father's bodyguard!

Should I run now? I suddenly hesitated again.

Although tell yourself: this time, I must not run again! But the thought of an unfamiliar future makes me nervous.

The known past is hopeless. However, the unknowable future is terrifying. This may be a common disease of people!

Just as I stood there and hesitated, the sedan had already driven in front of me.

Then, the door opened, and two men stepped out of the car, both wearing sunglasses and neat black suits. There is no doubt that this is Wenting's bodyguard.

They've spotted me and they're walking towards me.

This time, I didn't dial the watch again.

"Miss, I've finally found you." A man in black walked up to me and made a "please" gesture, "Master, he is waiting for you to go back at home, please come with us." ”

I hesitated, nodded, and followed the two bodyguards into the car.

The car started, and through the window, I looked at the shop again.

I wonder if I'll ever come back here next time?

The car carried me towards a mountain path and towards my unknown future!

Sitting in the car, the two bodyguards did not speak. It can be seen that they are all well-trained bodyguards: few words, cold.

I was half-lying in the comfortable chair in the car, but my mind was pounding.

This time, will Wenting's memory be completely revived? If her memories come back, then, as Ning Qiang, will those past memories be wiped out?

I stupidly hoped: No matter whether I am Wenting or not, I can still remember the man named Ning Qiang.

But maybe one day, I'll really forget who I used to be, the afternoon of March 24, 2019, the little shop on Fishpond Road, the Noah's Cafe, the love bar, and the gray wall, which seems to be staring at my window······

Soon, I was taken to a European-style manor house in the mountains.

Sure enough, Wenting's father is very rich, and I, Wenting, am obviously the little owner of this European-style manor, the princess here.

The car entered the manor, drove for a while, and finally stopped in front of a three-story European-style villa in the center of the manor.

I was led in, and as soon as I entered the gate, the servants, who were already standing on either side, said in unison, "Mademoiselle is back, welcome home!" ”

Inside, I was even more shocked by the golden hall.

Such a scene is exactly the same as those wealthy families described in the TV series.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a certain "glory", a sense of aristocratic glory. It's a feeling I've never experienced before.

Strange, since Wenting is so rich, why did she fall in love with my little dick?

Confused and anxious, I was taken up to the second floor by the maid.

Walking to the corner of the stairs on the second floor, I suddenly stopped.

My eyes were fixed on an oil painting hanging on the wall.

The moment I saw the painting, I froze······