Chen Yu came to his senses, smiled, and shook his head, "No need, I won't call the police, thank you."

Sun Xiaoshuang was a little confused, "Don't you call the police? Are you sure?"

Looking at the blood on her forehead, her bruised face, and a lot of dust on her clothes, she couldn't help but say, "You've been beaten like this, why don't you call the police?"

Chen Yu nodded with a smile, "Well, I was beaten by my brother, why call the police?"

He said this, not because he wanted to protect Jiang Xiu's younger brother Jiang Rongguang, but because although he was in a mess at this time, Jiang Rongguang, who was beaten unconscious by him in the end, was definitely even more miserable.

So, where can anyone win a fight in the world call the police? Let the police be fair?

Don't play like this!

Sun Xiaoshuang was a little speechless.

He was beaten by his brother?

Now she has nothing to say. She can understand the nature of her brother who is unwilling to call the police to punish her younger brother.

Nodded, she raised her foot and wanted to leave, but suddenly stopped, looked at Chen Yu in confusion, and asked hesitantly: "Hey, did we know each other before? Why do I think you look familiar?"

Chen Yu was stunned.

He frowned and looked at the "memory" at this moment, but he could not remember what interactions he had with her in this time and space.

It should be the first time he and her to meet each other in this time and space.

So the question is - why does she think I look familiar?

Does she remember the incident in time and space?

Chen Yu didn't believe it very much.

Judging from her puzzled expression at this moment, she should really not remember the incident in time and space.

Then what's going on?

He couldn't figure out the reason.

Then he smiled and shook his head.

The doubts in Sun Xiao's eyes became even stronger, but he did not continue to ask questions.

She walked into the convenience store on the steps and seemed to be buying something.

Chen Yu looked at her figure and curled the smile on his face with emotion. He really didn't expect that he would meet Sun Xiaoshuang here in this time and space.

I didn't expect that in this current time and space, Sun Xiaoshuang, who was not forcibly married by "him", would be a female policewoman.

Sun Xiaoshuang is 9 years younger than him, and is less than 30 years old. She looks young and beautiful, and her police uniform makes her look heroic.

He thought she was good, and he didn't plan to interfere with her current life.

So, without following her words, they said they had known each other for a long time.

...

Time passed day by day, and another half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

Chen Yu, who has returned to the Beijing Company, has been thinking about a question these days - how can we get Jiang Xiu back to him?

Jiang Xiu in this time and space has long disappeared, but he still has hope in his heart, and he still has the opportunity to contact himself at the age of 17 and change his time and space again.

He knew that as long as he operated well, Jiang Xiu would be by his side in the next time and space, and would still be his wife.

I told myself, who was 17 years old, it seems useless.

When he contacted himself at the age of 17, he repeatedly told him to marry Jiang Xiu.

What's the result?

But it is the current situation.

Therefore, you must think of a way to ensure that at the age of 17, you have to make up your mind to marry Jiang Xiu in the future.

In recent days, in his spare time, he was idle, and looked through the chat history with his 17-year-old self in WeChat in recent months.

Looking through one by one.

That night, he stayed alone in a large flat layer of more than 200 square meters. He had half a glass of red wine on the coffee table next to him. He leaned against the sofa in black silk pajamas, and quietly looked through the chat records with one hand.

He is looking for rules, the laws of communicating across time and space with himself at the age of 17.

By the way, he has communicated with himself at the age of 17.

But in his impression, they seemed to be able to connect smoothly in just one or two nights a month, which lasted shorter than the time that the woman had for her aunt every month.

At other times, no matter how he sends video call requests or text messages to his 17-year-old self, he will not receive any response.

He has thought more than once: Is there any rule that he can communicate with his 17-year-old self?

night?

It seems that every time their phones can be connected to each other, it is after dark.

What else?

Are there any other rules?

He subconsciously looked at the dates whenever he successfully communicated with himself, who was 17 years old.

but……

There seems to be no rules on the date.

The days when they successfully talk to each month are May 23, July 21, and August 21.

If you have to say the rules, is it possible that the connection will be successful from the 21st to the 23rd of each month?

He frowned and pondered.

Slide your fingers a few times and look at the text messages I sent to my 17-year-old self in recent days.

There are several text messages sent on September 15.

On the 16th, 17th, and 18th, I sent several text messages and tried to send video call requests, but I didn't get any response.

And tonight is September 19th, the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar calendar, the annual Mid-Autumn Festival.

A few days ago, when he left home and was about to return to the capital, his parents and grandmother wanted to stay at home for a few more days, saying that he would stay for a few more days so that the whole family could celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

It is also because of this that he noticed that September 19 this year is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

When he thought of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he subconsciously looked up at the night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window and thought to himself: Is the moon full tonight? The moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival should be very round.

Unfortunately, he sat on the sofa and could only see the dark night, with a few cold stars flashing, and he did not see the moon.

With a sigh, he held his cell phone in one hand and picked up the red wine glass on the coffee table next to him with the other, got up and walked to the window, looking up at the bright moon in the night.

He saw it.

At night, the moon tonight is really round, like a moon cake.

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three...

This poem flashed through his mind, and subconsciously glanced at the red wine glass in his right hand. He smiled, then raised the red wine glass and raised it to the bright moon in the night, as if he was really inviting the bright moon to clink with him.

Under the moonlight, his smile was bleak.

"Dingdong, Dingdong, Dingdong..."

At this moment, a series of WeChat messages came from the cell phone in his left hand.

Chen Yu's eyes moved slightly, his eyes fell, and he raised his phone in front of him.

As his fingers unlocked the screen of the phone, WeChat messages from "City Chen" came into his eyes.

"Are you there?"

"I passed the exam again, your place has been affected again, right? Is it because time and space have changed again?"

"By the way, what's your situation now? Are you rich, a house, a car, a wife and a child? Hehe."

"Hey, last time I asked you to think about what I could learn in college. Did you help me think about it? I need your opinions as a reference."

...

WeChat messages from 17-year-old himself were presented to him.

He narrowed his eyes and thought to himself: It seems that the date I just speculated was wrong. Today is September 19, but he successfully received a text message from himself, who was 17 years old.

That……

What is the rule that I can contact each time when I am 17 years old?

He frowned and thought for a moment, slowly looked up at a bright moon in the night.

He suddenly remembered the night when he first successfully contacted himself at the age of 17. It seemed that the moon was in the sky in the night.
Chapter completed!