“Mobile’s vitality is truly powerful, still operating fifty years later…” Hao Yunyang thought absent-mindedly, about to stand up and look in the mirror to see if he was dreaming. Unexpectedly, the phone he had just bought for 400 yuan slipped from his hand due to holding it too long, causing his hand to ache.
With a soft sound, a small patch of paint chipped off the bottom right corner…
“Oh my dear father, that was the last original piece of paint!” Hao Zhenhua’s exclamation came through the phone, as if Hao Yunyang’s paint chip falling somehow affected his phone too. What connection was this?
In any case, Hao Yunyang couldn’t understand and didn’t want to understand. He was crouching, carefully wiping the chipped area with a pained expression: “Oh dear, it was brand new!”
Chapter Seven: Betting Everything
“Well, I haven’t even met your mom yet, so how could you exist?” Hao Yunyang vaguely felt something was off, but couldn’t pinpoint what, and could only nod in response to Hao Zhenhua’s question.
“Now that you’ve called me…” Hao Zhenhua’s tone suddenly became panic-stricken: “You already know your future life, and your spacetime will affect my spacetime. If… if your life trajectory shifts, will I… will I cease to exist?”
Hao Zhenhua was only forty-five years old. According to the latest data from the World Health Organization in 2054, human life expectancy in the 2050s had grown to 170 years. Hao Zhenhua hadn’t thought about living to 170, but he also didn’t want to die at forty-five…
“Seems… that makes sense,” Hao Yunyang was also startled, his mind in a daze for a long time before humming and gritting his teeth: “How about… I just throw away this phone and pretend this never happened?”
“Too late…” Hao Zhenhua, having received higher education, naturally understood the irreversibility of spacetime. From the moment he answered Hao Yunyang’s call, his spacetime had already begun to change. Although Hao Yunyang was still just a butterfly that hadn’t yet flapped its wings too dramatically, temporarily unable to cause major changes, hurricanes and blizzards aren’t formed in an instant. They need time to brew. Perhaps one day, he’d wake up to a changed world, or perhaps he’d go to sleep and never wake up again…
