My girlfriend is from the future!

"Ai Qing...what's wrong with you?"

The sea breeze outside the window blew the floral curtains, and the temperature in the house gradually cooled down.

The man originally thought that he should be a very cold person, but he didn't know whether it was influenced by the host's personality, or because Cao Aiqing occupied a very special position in the life of "He Tianran", so the girl's tears at this moment turned into silver needles, piercing He Tianran's heart drop by drop.

What made him feel the most painful was that he didn't know how to comfort...

He straightened up, put the pillow under his waist against his back, leaned his whole body against the head of the bed, and then pulled the quilt behind the girl's shoulders. This action made her stick to the man's chest like a frightened kitten.

"Is it... because of work?"

The man spoke awkwardly, but his girlfriend didn't respond. He swallowed hard and asked again, resigned to his fate:
"Is it... because of me?"

This sentence seemed to finally touch a certain chord in the woman's heart. She raised her head with tears in her eyes, trying to see the man clearly in the dimness, but perhaps because the tears were too heavy, she lowered her eyes again and said in a low and sad voice:

"Tian Ran...some recent events...have made me very uneasy. Your career is getting bigger and bigger, and you are gradually fulfilling your dream of making movies. I should be happy for you...but...I seem to...understand you less and less..."

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, blasting away all of He Tianran's previous ambiguous fantasies.

Yes, as He Tianran’s closest person, how could Cao Aiqing not notice the changes in his lover?

Compared with the "boy" personality, the "writer" personality is too rational and sinister. He has never given his true heart to anyone, but feelings are not something that can be measured by complete rationality, so at this moment, he actually has the same desire to escape as the former.

He Tianran discovered that at every moment like this, another side of his personality would always emerge in his heart to help him face it. The "boy" emerged when facing the adult world, and the "author" also briefly stepped out of the shadows when facing Wen Liang, and emerged as a "lead singer" who could handle himself on stage with ease.

But today, at this moment when the two of them were leaning against each other, even though He Tianran was filled with sorrow, he had nothing and no answer in his heart that could hold back his tears.

Therefore, compared to the three personalities that have appeared in He Tianran so far, each of them has a different attitude towards Wen Liang, and their inner feelings are complicated; when He Tianran faces Cao Aiqing, all of his personalities are in the same state of confusion...

But he still didn't give up, and still wanted to use his current self to get into this woman's heart.

"Is it because my uncle asked me about marriage this morning and I didn't answer well? Ai Qing... I..."

"No, we discussed this a long time ago. Have you forgotten, Tianran?"

The man said, "So... we haven't been in touch recently? I have indeed ignored you recently..."

"Of course, you know, we have survived four years apart. I won't feel uneasy about this short ten-day separation..."

The man was left with only panic and anxiety. He seemed to be eager to prove his love for Cao Aiqing, completely ignoring the fact that the more he said, the more mistakes he made:
"Then...then why do you say that you don't understand me anymore? I clearly...I clearly did everything according to your preferences...I..."

Just as He Tianran's mind was becoming increasingly confused and entangled, something cool gently stroked the tip of his brow, which immediately stopped his trembling throat that was trying to explain.

The moonlight outside the window was like water, gentle as the fingertips of a girl caressing his cheek.

"Tianran, when did you become unable to be honest even with me?"

Her words were like thunder, and her gentle words shook the man's heart. The woman's fingers traced the curves and edges of the man's face, and her tears obscured her vision. In the end, the woman simply pressed half of her ear and cheek against the man's chest and heart.

The girl's five fingers' movements, like a blind man touching an elephant, were so heartbreaking. She used to be extremely familiar with the man beside her, a person who had never become a stranger to her even though they were thousands of miles apart across the ocean.

But now, they are getting closer, yet it feels so strange.

"Naturally, you have always been very smart. People who were close to you used to treat you as a resource and a source of fun. After entering college, you gradually woke up and some people began to treat you as a secret crush, a handsome senior and their perfect love. But these things are not important, and these people are not important either.

I always feel that there should be someone in this world who will put you in the position of "lover".

I'm not talking about the kind of lover who can go to bed with you after two meals even though their souls have not met; I'm not talking about the person who you would immediately change to someone to have dinner with if you feel that the other person doesn't meet your expectations.

Nor is it a decent partner who is strictly screened by height, appearance and family background data...

Yes...love.

It is the way you truly love the other person and stand tall in your heart, and also unconditionally tolerate and accept the other person's downfall. It is me who, when I hear you telling stories about your not-so-wonderful childhood, always feels that I should be by your side, even though I was young at the time and couldn't do anything, but maybe I could bring you a candy when you raised your sleeves to wipe your tears.

I thought... this person would always be me, and you happened to think so too.

But... this seems to be my wishful thinking. I am so useless. I have never noticed that you no longer need such a person..."

Feeling the hand on his face trembling slightly, the man slowly grasped Cao Aiqing's hand, increasing his strength little by little.

"You... did you know something?"

After a while, the girl's voice sounded from the man's heart:

"Yu Naoqiu...contacted me...a few days ago."

……

……

September 2030, 9, Butterfly Psychological Clinic, Zhuguang Lane.

The retelling of the "author's" personality in the psychological file ended here. He Tianran felt a kind of irreparable despair between the lines. A slightly worried voice sounded in his ears:

"I'm sorry, Brother Tianran, but what you did to me that day and what you said really made me feel uncomfortable. I told Sister Ai Qing about these things because I wanted to protect myself..."

He raised his head and stared at Yu Naoqiu with his bloodshot eyes. Although the scene in the office that day was not described in the file, his intuition told him that this matter was not that simple. He suppressed the huge sadness and anger in his heart, and said word by word, "Are you... not provoking?!"

Facing He Tianran's questioning, Yu Naoqiu showed only necessary concern and remained calm. This state seemed to demonstrate some kind of professional instinct of hers.
"Brother Tianran, calm down first. You can think about it yourself. If you review this matter now, you... or your "writer" personality, is the culprit. I think no woman would remain indifferent to your behavior towards me that day. To put it another way, whether you think I intentionally tried to sow discord between you and Sister Ai Qing, or whether I took action to protect myself, no matter which one, I don't need to defend myself...

In this matter, naturally, you are the one who is wrong."

……

A person whose heart is filled with anger and sadness cannot think too deeply, and Yu Naoqiu's words undoubtedly took all the advantages and made sense, leaving He Tianran speechless.

Seeing the man gradually fall silent, his body sat on the chair, the emotions in his eyes gradually faded away like a cocoon, leaving only emptiness. Yu Naoqiu soothed him softly:
"It was my negligence that told you these two things so early. Now many things are done and cannot be undone. But Tianran, aren't you awake now? I... the people around us will face it with you."

Yu Naoqiu stretched out his hand and grasped He Tianran's weak hand, as if to use the force to cheer him up.

"I'm sorry to Ai Qing... I... I'm sorry to her..."

Silent tears flowed down the man's cheeks, and his fragile face was reflected in Yu Naoqiu's pupils, but in this situation where sympathy should have been shown, a hint of resentment flashed in the woman's eyes.

Then, she slowly withdrew her hand, recognizing a sentence that seemed comforting, but was actually a hidden threat:

"A belated apology is of no value. Naturally, even if you were sober in that situation, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to do anything..."

"I won't let that happen!"

"But it has already happened, hasn't it?"

He Tianran growled and wanted to argue, saying that he would not do those extraordinary actions of a "writer" personality, but Yu Naoqiu's question made the words he wanted to say become extremely pale.

He couldn't imagine how upset Ai Qing would be after knowing all this. The two had known each other for nearly ten years and finally went from knowing each other to falling in love. The man was unwilling to accept this, and Ai Qing must have been...

and many more……

When he got rid of his own sadness and turned to be sad for his former lover, He Tianran suddenly thought of something...

With trembling hands, he reopened the tablet and once again reviewed the experiences retold by the "writer" personality, trying to find some clues between the lines to prove the idea that he had just had...

A tacit understanding that can only be understood between He Tianran and Cao Aiqing...

Yu Naoqiu, who was standing opposite him, looked at him and thought that he was still reluctantly licking his sorrow. This made her unhappy, but she did not interfere until the man, who had been silent for several minutes, asked another important question:
"The child... is... Ai Qing's?"

What is coming will always come back. Facing this question, Yu Naoqiu first looked at the neon lights outside the window with mixed emotions. She took a long breath, then looked at the man in front of her again and said in a deep voice:
"The author did not specify whether you had an intimate relationship that night, but judging from the content of your retelling, it is not surprising even if it happened. It is a normal psychological phenomenon for lovers to want to make up for their relationship through intimacy, even if the data proves that the success rate of redeeming a relationship through such behavior is not high..."

"I'm asking you, is the child hers?"

"……no."

He Tianran abruptly interrupted Yu Naoqiu's lengthy speech which was almost like a derogatory sermon, but the woman gave a straightforward answer.

In Yu Naoqiu's imagination, the man should ask about the child again. It can be seen that He Tianran's expression has changed from sadness and indignation at the beginning to a weird and puzzling look. His eyes are staring at the contents of the file on the tablet, which makes the woman ask tentatively:

"Did you...see anything different?"

After a few seconds, the man shook his head, put down his things, and said bitterly to himself:

"No... I just... I just can't think of whose child it could be other than Ai Qing..."

Of course he couldn't figure out who the child's mother could be.

Because now his entire brain is running at full speed, thinking about one thing, that is, the scene retold by the "author" personality is very likely to be false, or something is deliberately concealed.

The man's reason was simple. After nearly ten years of relationship, He Tianran knew Cao Aiqing almost as well as she knew himself.

Cao Aiqing, that girl who even a woman like her mother Bai Wenyu could not find fault with. Because of her mistake with Jiang Xixi in college, she made herself wait for three years. The first thing she did after returning to China was to go to Shanghai. From then on, Wen Liang kept his distance from her...

Such a woman, because of the separation for ten days, would cry and climb into bed at night, saying to herself -

Is she so useless?

If the content was not like this, He Tianran would never have been able to imagine such a scene.

Ai Qing has her own inner toughness and gentleness, but it was definitely not in that kind of environment.

This is He Tianran's confidence, his confidence in his "lover", and it is also the part of Cao Aiqing that He Tianran admires and appreciates the most.

Therefore, the "author" lied to Yu Naoqiu...

why?
With this cautious attitude, He Tianran did not reveal all the speculation in his mind just now. However, as his mind raced, he did not have any extra time to continue thinking, because the next sentence made him fall into another bigger topic vortex.

"natural……"

"Ok?"

Yu Naoqiu's eyes were gentle, and she seemed a little embarrassed and nervous, but when she looked at He Tianran, there was a little more tenderness in her eyes:
"The child... is mine..." (End of this chapter)