I think most people's lives are not perfect, and they all regret it to a greater or lesser extent. I have more or less thought about going back in time to change something.

The person next to him also said

"What if...... It's fine" and something like that. In general, I'm a nihilist, I've been since a long time ago, and I've never wanted to change, and I can't think about spending my life like this.

But now, this good thing dreamed of by tens of millions of people has hit me, and there is really nothing I want to change, it is too contrived.

But when I think about it, I can't do anything, so in the face of this miracle, I feel that I am very hateful.

But now I don't think so, and I think of a brilliant idea, a possibility to break the status quo.

I decided not to sleep at night and see what happens when time crosses into a cloudy day. When I thought about it, I decided not to go to the library for the time being.

I'm going to be ready for the evening. So he wandered the streets, wondering what to prepare.

Since we want to see what happens at night, we have to find something to experiment with, because time should go from zero to one o'clock and not change anything, whether it continues or reverses.

But if you can experiment with something, you can clearly see whether it is going backwards or continuing.

So I put three apples in different places on the table in the living room, and if they all disappeared after twelve o'clock tonight, then it was backwards, but if they were all there, then time went on.

I'm used to reading in the library, but now I'm left to work at home, which is quite painful to be honest. But thanks to those books, if it weren't for them, I don't think a stupid old man like me could have come up with this idea.

Before I knew it, I had gone backwards for so long, and I used to spend every day the same way, and I didn't feel any difference, so I felt fast, but thanks to these books, in retrospect, every day was different, so the days slowed down.

Just as I was thinking this, my grandson came to the table. Because I ran to the library early in the morning all this time, and I didn't see my grandson much, maybe it was also an escape, right?

No matter what I did or said, my grandson didn't know it the next day. Although I had to face it today, seeing his much smaller body and much more immature face, I still had an irresistible pain in my chest.

But the little guy didn't think anything was wrong with me. He spoke:

"Grandpa, I want to eat apples." I smiled and handed him the apple. I stared at him, and he didn't mind eating the apple, and my complicated mood was indescribable.

The apples that my grandson had not eaten stood on the table, and the three apples became two and a half, and as the evening approached, I would begin my experiments.

Everyone else was asleep, and I didn't want to wake them up, so I looked at the moon through the curtain. I suddenly recalled the memory of decades ago, my wife and I were not married, we were young at that time, and we were full of hope for everything in the world, but I hated the faintness of the sun, and the sharp moon could make me hopeful, so I sat on a chair in the park, looking at the lunar moon in the sky, and beside her was like a lunar moon.

I can't remember exactly what happened, but I remember that image vividly. So, my memory was interrupted, and I stared at the apple on the table, thinking that if I really succeeded, time would not go back again, and I would never see my wife again.

So he was ready to stop and let everything continue. Just as I was about to go back to bed, my eyes fell on the half of the apple, which was covered with jagged tooth marks.

Thinking of my younger and younger grandson, I feel in my chest again in the morning. Maybe it should have been? The sun rises, a new day begins, people are born, people die, and the dead cannot be resurrected.

I gritted my teeth. You can't do it for your own sake, it's time to get everything back on track. I stared at the three apples with wide eyes, along with the bitterness of letting go of the hope I had been pursuing for some time.

I'm not a bad person, I won't give up my happiness for others, but only children, if I am allowed to sacrifice my children, if I see one day that my grandson never existed, never born.

Then I will resolutely choose to give up my happiness. At least in the end, let me pretend to be a hero.

But I didn't make it to be a hero, and when time took that crucial step, nothing seemed to change, but the three apples were gone.

No, two and a half to be exact. I didn't blink, but that's how it happened, as if it was a normal thing to sigh at, and nothing happened in the silence of the night.

I really suspected that I was dreaming, but the night breeze blew and the biting cool breeze deliberately reminded me.