After I Lay Down, My Future Self Came to the Door.

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works! With a monthly salary of 3,200 and three part-time jobs, Chen Xu was numb and sinking in the suffocating life. Lying on the bed in silence, bored, imagining all kinds of things in life, the "second child" stood up. "You are from the future and I am still your father, bragging 13!" Until he took in a weird guy who claimed to be his "future self". The man's cold prophecy that "history is a book, and you and I are both dust" brought a strange companionship. When Chen Xu finally wanted to ask about the future, the man evaporated overnight along with all traces of his existence, leaving only contradictory body memories and items. He asked silently: Was that encounter an illusion, or was it the truth that was quietly erased by some higher power? "I went from the past to the future."