My Boyfriend - Past or Now

Recognized Each Other

On the other hand, Cici was sitting in the dessert store with Jean. Jean ordered several plates for herself, scooping them up with or without a spoonful: "So your name is Cici?"

"Yeah." She was a little distracted.

"Is that your boyfriend just now?"

This time hesitated before answering, "...... hmm."

Jean put down the spoon: "Did you have a fight?"

"You're annoying."

This statement did not Jean anger, but instead laughed out loud: "I also think I'm quite annoying." He looked at his watch again: "I've had enough rest, I'm leaving, this meal is on you."

"Okay. Bye."

After Jean left, Cici sat alone in the same seat without moving. The sun was shining, it should be a pleasant afternoon, but Cici's mind was confused, did not understand what she should do and where to go.

There were too many things she couldn't understand, and too many mixed emotions to calm her down.

Her fingers circled unconsciously on the table.

If she had really gone back a year, then there would be two Cici's in the world, and more importantly, the Eric of a year ago was still in love with Cici, and they hadn't broken up.

In the days when she broke up with Eric, she carefully considered when Eric started to revisit their relationship. She understood that Eric must have given himself a lot of chances before he made his decision. Then she quickly remembered the night she tore up his designs, and Eric clearly warned her that it was the first time. Counting the days, it should not be very far away, and the tragedy for Cici will soon be repeated.

Thinking of this, Cici picked up her coffee and took a sip.

The same mistake does not need to be made twice.

There is no need for two Cici's to exist in the world.

Cici took a taxi back to the neighborhood where they used to rent together, and greeted the neighborhood property manager with a smile: "Uncle, do you have the backup key I left here?"

The old man with white hair, looked up from his newspaper and took a serious look at Cici: "Forgot your keys? When I saw you rushing out in a hurry this morning, I muttered that your little girl would probably come back and ask me for the key again." He took out the keys from the drawer at hand: "No, take it!"

Cici shook the key: "Thank you, Uncle !"

Uncle shook his head helplessly, "Don't be so careless next time."

Cici nodded , the smile on her face closing up little by little as she turned around. She knew what she had to do, and she had thought a lot about it on the way here. How ridiculous it was that two identical people existed in one world, and now all she had to do was wait in the room for the Cici of the past to show up. She hoped that the moment she met with the past Cici, one of them would disappear from this world, or let her go back to her own world. It is also possible that nothing will happen. But if nothing happens, what's next?

Cici looked at the familiar door sign and smiled to herself.

Let's leave it to fate.

The key slowly turned the door lock, the interior of the house with the gradually opened door one by one into Cici's eyes, and then Cici stunned.

At the same time, there was another Cici who was playing with the computer on the sofa.

Cici, who had counted a hundred possibilities, but the only one she had thought about was the one she hadn't thought of, forced herself to calm down, closed the door and greeted the other Cici: "Hi."

The other Cici jumped up from the couch in shock and looked at her warily. After a long time, she asked, "Who are you?"

"Cici."

She didn't move for half a second, didn't even change her expression, blinked, "What?"

"I'm Cici," Cici stood still, letting the opposite Cici take this slowly: "The future you."

"What's all the fuss about?"

Cici didn't answer, her face so expressionless that she looked at her other self.

"The secretary told me that I was in the office in the morning ...... so it wasn't her talking nonsense?" She stared at her, "It was you?"

"Yes."

There was another silence.

Cici didn't sleep well last night and now she's been standing for a bit too long, stomping her sore feet to take off her shoes, walking skillfully to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, taking another small sip and returning to the living room, saying to her other self, who is still in a daze, "It's weird to call you Cici or Cici, I'll call you Ci."

"Why aren't you called Cici?" The first response after half a day of confusion.

"Because I'm older than you."

Little Cici tilted her head: "Aren't you me?"

Cici gently put down the cup: "Yes, but I'm from a year later, so I'm still older than you."

After a short silence, little Cici couldn't help but shake her head: "Am I dreaming?"Cici sneered, "I was hoping I was dreaming."

"Are you really the future me?"

Cici looked at her without saying anything.

"How many moles on me?" Little Cici asked.

"I don't think you know either."

"...... has a point."

"Where are Eric's cavities?"

"He doesn't have cavities."

"My □ password."

"College dorm room number."

Little Cici still felt unsure, hesitated for a long time and asked, "Who is jack?"

Suddenly hearing this name, Cici couldn't help but jump at the end of her eyebrows: "What's the point of mentioning him!"

Little Cici knew that Cici's reaction obviously knew the answer. This person who was deeply hidden by himself, even Eric did not know what exactly happened in a past.

She saw Cici unconsciously clicking the glass with her index finger, a habit like her own when she had negative emotions, and asked, "Why did you come back?"

"I didn't come back." Cici walked to the seat where she used to sit most often and found a comfortable position before she continued, "Don't ask me too much, I'm confused too."

Little Cici had been standing without feeling anything, however, after seeing Cici sitting in her favorite place, her whole body became uncomfortable, and she raised her chin at her with a toe: "Get up, that's my place."

"Heh." Cici snickered, "Change your temper."

"I don't want you to care!"

Cici looked at her again and didn't say anything.

Little Cici's just arrogant and domineering aura shriveled up half: "You don't look at me like that every time, making me look like a fool."

"You are."

She said expressionlessly, "If you continue like this, Eric will break up with you in three months."

"What?" She paused briefly for three seconds and immediately denied: "Impossible!"

Cici looked at her determined and unquestionable face and smiled to herself: "A year later yesterday, you will receive Eric's wedding invitation. Of course, the bride is not you."

The blood on Cici's face faded to nothing left: "I don't believe it."

"I don't believe it either." Cici lowered her head.

"Did you scare me?"

"Of course not." She looked to her past vividly stupid self: "I just finished having dinner with him before I came back here. Then, I got the invitation."

"Why?"

"Why?" Cici laughed lowly: "Because you make him feel tired. Because you'll never grow up. Because you're too selfish and willful."

"No way!"

Cici wanted to sneer at something else, but finally chose to keep her mouth shut. She calmly examined her other self standing across the room, feeling ridiculous, and sad. She knew she wouldn't believe it, after all, it was herself.

At the same time, she also knew that she would always believe it.

Little Cici stared straight at the person in front of her who had nothing in common with herself except for her looks, and looked at the hidden mockery and pity in her clear water-like eyes.

"So you ...... are here to help me?" She asked with some trepidation.

Cici changed her sitting position and looked at her inquiringly, "I'm not sure."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's put it this way, I went back a year ago after a bathroom break. I'm not sure now what happened and what exactly I'm supposed to do."

"What did you do before you went to the bathroom?"

"Had dinner with Eric and Liam, and then I talked to Eric alone." Cici paused for a moment and continued, "Then Eric gave me his wedding invitation."

Little Cici's face went white.

Cici's own face was white: "I needed to be alone to calm down for a while, so I went to the bathroom. Came out of the bathroom and found it back."

"Are you dreaming or am I dreaming?"

Cici was helpless.

"What if," Little Cici couldn't wait for Cici to say anything and continued, "you had another meal with Eric? Go to the same restaurant at the same location? Maybe scene reenactment will allow you to go back a year later?"

Cici was a little surprised that this idea had just popped into her head and was uttered by little Cici. After thinking about it, she felt funny again, what was so unusual about the same person having the same idea.

"Try it." She handed the phone to Cici: "Call him and say you're going out for dinner tonight."

Little Cici grabbed the phone: "You don't need to tell me, I already thought of it!"

Cici cried and laughed: "You're angry with yourself, is that funny?"

After saying that both people were stunned.

It was almost time to leave work, little Cici drove Cici to the hotel, all the way she unconsciously tore the dead skin on her mouth: "You say, after a short while Eric will give me the first warning?"

Cici nodded.

"Because I tore up his design?"

"Right."

"Why?"

"Forget it." Cici cleared her throat: "Who remembers."

It was a rare turn for little Cici to nod with a look of understanding: "I understand you."

"So all I have to do is not to shred his designs? Don't give him the first chance to warn me?"

Cici gave her a complicated look: "I think the point is to change your temper."

"On what grounds?!" Little Cici was immediately upset: "To like someone you have to like all of her, to like the most real her! If I change my temper, is that still me? And why should I change, why all these years he can accept it, and suddenly he can't?"

Little Cici finished, when Liam's words suddenly appeared in Cici's mind. He said, although Eric has never complained about anything in front of us, but from words and deeds it has long been clear that he has re-examined this relationship of yours.

Every time I think of this past, which I don't even want to remember, Cici's chest chokes with pain. She laughed mockingly: "Liam told me later that Eric had re-examined our relationship a long time ago."

"Liam is a lousy mouth!"

Cici's face went cold: "Take a good look at yourself first! What the future holds for you is clearly laid out in front of you, and you still don't know how to change. Anyway, I have survived that time, you have to go through it again, I do not care. When it's your turn to come back here, face this time you, you will know how stupid you are."

Cici a roundabout general words, little Cici obviously can not fully digest, but rather make her more annoyed, a fierce foot on the brake, open the car lock: "you get out of the car!"

"You just keep being a jerk! After you lose Eric's, don't come crying to me, and don't look for death. I tell you, it's useless. When you die, Eric won't even look back at you!" Cici said sternly, and later the liquid in her eyes piled up more and more, and finally she wiped her eyes fiercely, opened the car door and walked out without looking back.

Almost at the moment she landed, the car behind her roared and quickly scurried forward, disappearing from her view.

Cici stood in a gust of cold wind until the lights went on, until the anger in her heart gradually turned to sadness.

After a long time, she smiled to herself.

"It was deserved."