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Twenty-seven years old
On the subway after get off work, Cen Mingchan accidentally encountered a boring question - "Do you like your eighteen-year-old self?"
The answer is of course I don't like it.
Not only do I dislike myself at the age of eighteen, but I also don't like myself at the age of twenty-seven now.
Back at her residence, she decided to relax by playing mobile games.
She met a little girl who played open mic in the queue. She had a nice voice, but her words were dirty, and her mid laner was bad at it.
Eddie was the same as she was when she was eighteen - Zangchun was single-handedly, middle-aged, lonely and unconventional.
Cen Mingchan was not angry, but opened the microphone to apologize. The little girl immediately changed her attitude 180 degrees, apologized frantically and wanted to add her as a friend to help her score points.
Cen Mingchan suddenly remembered that on the afternoon when she was eighteen years old, she had spoken to a young lady and wanted to bring her up as compensation, but unfortunately the other party did not add her as a friend.
The bullet fired by accidentally opening the microphone nine years ago hit the center of my eyebrow today.
Eighteen years old
Cen Mingchan met a very gentle sister in the rankings.
They added game friends and WeChat, and their relationship became more and more familiar.
Then she discovered that they had many similarities. They had the same birthday, they liked sweets, they didn't eat coriander or onions, ginger, and garlic, they were the same picky eaters, they even liked the same singer, and so on.
It's like another self in the world.
One time, when she went home and played games with her sister Lianmai, her parents called her to eat.
The sister who had always advised her to finish the game and go to eat first suddenly fell silent for a long time, and then said: "Baby, can we keep the microphone connected? I want to hear your voice."
Cen Mingchan was surprised, but she just thought it was her sister who was clingy, so she agreed.
The meal was quite enjoyable. Her father advised her to go to bed early, and her mother asked her if she wanted another bowl of porridge.
Cen Mingchan shook his head.
And in the earphones, she heard her sister's suppressed sobs.
Twenty-seven years old
When the call was connected, it was the other party's delicate and soft voice, with a usual coquettish tone: "Sister, I really miss you feeding the pigeons at the music station with me now."
After Cen Mingchan finished listening, she reached out and sprinkled a handful of pigeon food, and the white pigeons surrounded her.
"We'll meet in the future." She replied gently, "Mingchan, please be good."
The place where she is is the band stage.
They were at the same time, in the same place, doing the same thing.
However, there was a full nine years between them.
[When you look in the mirror at the age of twenty-seven, you will be able to see me]
Notes for reading: I am not demining, I am cutting my own legs, I am writing this purely because of the author's xp, and I do not accept any writing guidance.
The ending of this article has been decided, they will meet.
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