You are my wife, don't doubt it!

"Then my mother said, I hope you can go find her," Shen Tianyun tilted her head: "The one from the past."

"Your mother..." Xiao Yao touched his chin: "Can I meet her?"

"Is it okay?" Shen Tianyun said hesitantly, "Oh! But she is on a business trip and it will take quite a long time..."

"Oh, then, where is Dad?" Xiao Yao asked.

A hint of barely noticeable panic flashed across Shen Tianyun's face. Was it an illusion?

"Dad?" The girl said, "Dad went to accompany Mom!"

--split line--

"I'll go find her, what can I say? If I tell her the truth, I'll be considered a lunatic."

On the way to school by bike, Xiao Yao kept thinking about this matter.

The path was still wet after the rain. Xiao Yao deliberately did not avoid the puddles of varying sizes on the road. His nose was filled with the pleasant fragrance of the moist soil.

In the 15 years since he was born, he, like most ordinary boys, has lacked popularity with the opposite sex. Admittedly, at certain stages of his life, he still had some friends of the opposite sex, but as long as he wanted to take a further step, the other party would always decline his offer.

And now, a daughter actually fell from the sky. This matter is very suspicious no matter how you look at it.

But he still chose to believe it was true.

Maybe it's because he hopes deep down that this is true?

According to the information provided by the daughter, her mother's name is Shen Jie, and she should be studying at the No. 7 Girls' High School in the city at this time.

The satisfying part is that, looking at her daughter's appearance and then considering Xiao Yao's own appearance, her mother must be a great beauty.

But... I didn't meet her until I was thirty years old and was called to be a son-in-law: that is to say, I have to wait another fifteen years.

Although Shen Tianyun's words were rather euphemistic and implicit, Xiao Yao still figured out the fact that he had never had a girlfriend before he was 30 years old.

Although it didn’t seem too surprising when I first heard it, when I came to my senses, fifteen springs, summers, autumns and winters are already 1.5 times the life I can remember…

It doesn't always feel like a particularly pleasant thing.

If we can get to know each other in advance, there shouldn't be any harm, right?

By the way, where exactly is the Seventh Girls' High School in this city...

Xiao Yao's wandering thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain in his left arm - someone slapped him hard on the injured part of his left arm.

"Xiao Yao!" the murderer shouted loudly while riding his bike.

The bicycle under Xiao Yao lost balance. He gritted his teeth, tilted the handlebars, and fell to the ground with the bicycle without a sound.

I instinctively used my knees and elbows to support myself on the ground, preventing my face from kissing the wet ground. However, my body and mind were still severely damaged...

The guy who took the photo was a sturdy little chubby boy with bronze skin, naturally curly hair and round cheeks.

This man's name is "Xiong Ji", and most people call him Little Bear.

Xiao Xiong was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly stopped the car. He clumsily came to help Xiao Yao: "What's wrong, Xiao Yao? You fell down before I even used any strength?"

"Ce Na Niang'e..." Xiao Yao bared his teeth: "No, no, no, no, no, don't touch my left hand, don't touch my wrist."

With the help of Xiao Xiong, Xiao Yao stood up and examined the abrasion on his knee.

"I'm sorry, Lao Xiao..." said the little bear apologetically.

Xiao Yao gave him a vicious look and then sighed.

Although Little Bear is a bit unreliable, he is his best friend in this school.

Therefore, of course I chose to forgive him.

Fortunately, this place was not far from the school. Xiao Xiong pushed two bicycles with both hands, and Xiao Yao limped beside them.

"Old Xiao, what's wrong with your hand? Did your grandma hit you?" Little Bear asked with concern.

"Your niece beat me." Xiao Yao replied expressionlessly.

Little Bear made a "huh" sound, and seeing that he was unwilling to answer, he did not ask further: "Why are you still wearing your school uniform? Today is Friday."

High schools in Shanghai usually require students to wear uniforms from Monday to Thursday, and there are no special requirements on Fridays. Therefore, every Friday, the school is full of flowers.

Xiao Yao would never admit that since his only coat was washed out, the school uniform has become his most respectable clothing: "Look, I wear the school uniform according to the regulations from Monday to Thursday, and I did it. Everyone wants to be different on Friday, so I did it too, what's the problem?"

After crossing a bridge and coming down to a triangular pavilion, I turned left into a narrow path and arrived at the entrance of St. Francis College. Across the campus was a low, gray church, with its main and side doors closed.

St. Francis's School is very small and has no parking shed. Students' bicycles are parked in a row at the school gate, blocking the already crowded path.

Xiao Xiong pushed the two carts to find a seat, while Xiao Yao bought a lottery ticket at the store next to the church with the last two coins in his pocket.

"Xiao Yao, why are you buying lottery tickets too?" Xiao Xiong parked the car, trotted over and hooked his arm around Xiao Yao's shoulder.

"I just bought one on a whim." Xiao Yao said this, but his heart was beating faster.

This string of numbers was the first prize number that Shen Tianyun searched for last night on the Internet using her large white square-screen mobile phone.

But what attracted Xiao Yao more was her mobile phone.

Xiao Yao also has an old flip phone that his mother gave him. It can only send and receive text messages and make calls. If he wants to surf the Internet, he has to go to the "Canhua Internet Cafe."

In just thirty years, computers have been integrated into mobile phones. As an old reader of "Science Fiction Emperor", Xiao Yao already has a vision of a brave new world sixty years from now, where mobile phones will be integrated into the head and floppy disks will be inserted behind the ears.

As usual, before entering the school gate, Xiao Yao habitually turned his head to look at the side door of the chapel.

"Don't look at it, don't look at it, we're going to be late." Xiao Xiong pushed Xiao Yao's back and said, "Do you want to be beaten up by Lao Yao again?"

Chapter 3 Poetry and Distance

There was no class taught by our homeroom teacher Lao Yao for the entire morning, so Xiao Yao was basically daydreaming.

This was not because he was thinking about the lottery ticket in his pocket, the daughter in the mirror, and his wife who was far away in the No. 7 Girls' High School in the city. After all, he didn't pay much attention in class before.

I can get high scores in Chinese, history and politics without listening, but I can't understand English, math, physics and chemistry even if I listen.

Therefore, Xiao Yao spent most of his waking time flipping through "Ripples on the Dirac Sea" borrowed from the library.

...Sure enough, I still can’t concentrate today.

Xiao Yao sighed, closed the novel hidden in the English textbook, and stuffed it into the desk.

Since Shen Tianyun's surname was Shen, when he asked about her mother's name, he didn't expect to hear a name other than one that started with "Shen".

However, when the name "Shen Jie", a name he had never heard of, appeared, Xiao Yao still felt a little lost.

His eyes turned to the empty seat in the front row by the door.

"Um," Xiao Yao stretched and walked to the empty seat during the break, "Yu Luying didn't come today?"

Yu Luying's deskmate looked up at him and said, "She is sick and has asked for leave to go to the hospital."

When asked about the details, the man knew nothing about anything.

Xiao Yao returned to his seat and slept until noon, when the unusual silence around him woke him up.

My right arm, which was used as a pillow, felt numb, and my stomach was bulging, all because of the air I accidentally swallowed while sleeping.

He passed them out with ease, and then felt a dull pain in his lower abdomen - could it be that he caught a cold while sleeping?

Dragging his numb right foot, he had lunch with Little Bear in the cafeteria, and then went to the library as usual.

This is Xiao Yao's favorite place to come. He likes the quietness here - after all, there are no chattering girls who like to talk about weird things, only the unique aroma of old paper mixed with ink.

Every time I come to the library, it feels like coming home.

"Great talent, why are you reading so fast?" The librarian was a thin lady in her early 50s. She looked at him with loving eyes and said, "You borrowed this copy of Ripples on the Dirac Sea just the day before yesterday, right?"

"Yes, I read fast. Teacher Yu, have you got any new books recently?"

"Not yet, but the Science Fiction Emperor and Poetry Magazine you subscribed to have arrived." Teacher Yu leaned over, took out two magazines and handed them to Xiao Yao.

If the number of subscribers to Science Fiction Emperor is not small, then there are only two subscribers to Poetry Magazine in the whole school. One is Xiao Yao himself, and the other is...

"There is another one. Could you please bring it to Yu Luying in your class?" Teacher Yu thought for a moment and took out another copy of Poetry Magazine.

--split line--

About the same time.

5 km away.

In a classroom of the No. 7 Girls' High School in the city.

Two girls were chattering in their seats, a chubby girl was standing by the window whispering with her companions about the latest cartoons, two other girls were lying on the table to recuperate, and the cultural and entertainment committee member with glasses and pigtails was making a blackboard newspaper.

The windows are clean and the sun is shining brightly. The blooming white magnolias are swaying in the gentle breeze, casting their shadows on the seats in the front row of the classroom.

Sitting in the seat, a petite girl was writing furiously.

The girl had long ponytails and a pair of unusually large eyes, as if she had walked out of an anime, and as clear as crystals immersed in water, but the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, making her look a little charming. The pure pupils and the charming eye shape were wonderfully blended into a very beautiful style, and her thin lips were as pale as water.

She was wearing what looked like the school uniform of No. 7 Girls' Middle School. Her red and blue checkered pleated skirt just reached her knees, and she wore a solid-colored shirt and a bow tie of the same color as the skirt. She wore dark-colored socks and black leather shoes. But there was none of the incongruity that is common when wearing a school uniform: the shirt material was white, soft, and not transparent at all, the collar and cuffs were perfectly fitted, and the clever design of the waistband on the skirt made up for the shortcoming of her height.

"Jie'er," her deskmate smiled and took the pen from her hand, "Are you still studying hard? Come on, go for a walk with me."

Shen Jie shook her head: "The final exam is coming soon, I have to..."

"Are you trying to cram for the exam?"

"It's better to sharpen your sword before the battle, even if it's not fast." Shen Jie smiled and took the pen back from her deskmate's hand: "Be good, be good, I'll go out with you after the exam, okay."

At this moment, a noisy sound came from the radio on the upper right side of the classroom, followed by melodious music.

Oh, yes, there is the Campus Voice radio station every Friday.

"Youth is a flower, colorful. Youth is a cloud, free and unfettered. Youth has colorful thoughts, and the songs of youth are the most beautiful. Dear teachers and students: Hello everyone! Welcome to listen to the "Voice of Campus" broadcast on time. I am Zhu Nan and I am Wang Yuqing."

Shen Jie shook her head and considered going to the library to continue doing exercises.

"Today's broadcast is a little special. A boy from outside the school has asked us to request a song for a classmate in the school."

"Oh, is it so?"

"The song requested by this boy who did not want to reveal his name was "Our Love", which is also a very familiar and popular song. His message was, "Student Shen Jie from Class 2 (3) of Senior High School, I have been paying attention to you silently, can you please look at me?"

The classmates in the class cheered for Shen Jie together.

"Huh?" Shen Jie took a few seconds to react. She smiled, bowed to her classmates, and put down the pen in her hand.

She crossed her hands, leaned on the desk, and listened attentively.

In my memory I recall my vague childhood

Clouds floating in the blue sky

At that time you said you wanted to hold hands with me

Let's go to the end of time together

……

Only after the song ended did Shen Jie pick up her pen again.

"You still have such a sense of ritual." Her desk mate poked her and teased.

"I'm just showing respect for other people's kindness." Shen Jie answered without raising her head while doing the questions.

"I know that you read every letter a man writes to you carefully, then write a letter to express your gratitude and then reject him," said my deskmate, "but you don't have to be polite to everyone. Is this guy a complete pervert?"

Shen Jie smiled helplessly: "It is indeed a little troublesome."

"It's been more than a month. I've been writing to you and calling you every now and then. Now it's on the radio, but you didn't even tell you who he is. And I've been watching you silently. Please take a look at him. Please, he doesn't even dare to show his face. How are you supposed to see him?" My deskmate said indignantly, "If it were me, I'd be scared to death. Jie'er, you'd better let your bodyguard follow you more recently."

"Well, we don't have any bodyguards at home," Shen Jie said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I'm also the vice president of the karate club of our school. I'm not afraid of ordinary little hooligans."

Although she laughed it off with her classmates, Shen Jie still felt a dark cloud in her heart.

The suitors who had come before had all kept their names and surnames, and most of them were respectable people.

Even if there are some things he can't figure out, he can still be targeted and help him look good.

Now this person is getting closer and closer but still refuses to show up. It is not a good idea to be on guard against thieves for a thousand days.

Chapter 4 Son-in-law