My girlfriend is from the future!

2029 10 Month 29 Day.

  It is said that ideals are full and reality is skinny. A life with the purpose of "escape" is destined not to last too long, just like a movie called "The Graduate" that He Tianran had seen before. In the ending scene, the male protagonist snatched the female protagonist who was getting married. The two ran onto the escape bus. Sitting in the back seat, they believed that this elopement would lead to happiness, but in just a long shot, the confusion behind the smile replaced all their emotions.

Just like the title of the movie, He Tianran is no longer a student. Although he had a great time playing "GTA6" on the game console at Jiang Xixi's home for a whole day, he felt panicked and lost all mood when he thought about the many things he still had to deal with in real life.

So, on the third day after He Tianran's teenage personality awakened, he finally tried out the password for a bank card in his wallet. Looking at the terrifying eight-digit number in the ATM machine, he felt even more stressed...

He first bought a mobile phone, and then used the delivery information of some shopping apps to find out his current address and company location. Jiang Xixi is still more mature than He Tianran. She has been helping him calm down these past few days, telling him many past events that the young man didn't know, and has been persuading him to go home, talk to his family about the situation, and then see a psychologist or something.

"How about...Xixi, can you accompany me home? I'm afraid...I can't explain it clearly by myself."

He Tianran was worried.

Jiang Xixi comforted:

"How can that be possible, Brother He? Your current situation is complicated. If I go back with you, won't things get even more complicated? And don't be nervous. We can always contact each other. If you want to see me, just come over or give me a call. If nothing unexpected happens in the near future, I will stay in Hong Kong City."

"Don't make such a FLAG randomly. I'm a little panicked."

  Jiang Xixi, who was dressed coolly at home at the time, walked to her pile of clothes, took out a pair of devil horn hairpins and put them on her head, and took out a small teaching stick from somewhere, waved it slowly, and said seductively:

"Hehehe, you don't want to go home, right? Okay, then Brother He, you should stay here and accept my training. I will definitely make you a loser who crawls at my feet, crying all day long, and only knows how to beg me, Queen Xixi, to give you a little 'reward'! Then, I, Xiao Jiang, will be able to write the word 'positive' on your face. My pen is ready."

“…I’m leaving, I’m leaving, I’m leaving.”

Sure enough, the middle school world of adults is naturally more adult, which is too stimulating for the current teenager He Tianran. Between being a waste and being a hero, he chose the latter.

After leaving Jiang Xixi's home and taking the subway home, He Tianran looked again at the messages he had received in the past few days. Most of them were work requests and dinner invitations from people he didn't even know. Cao Aiqing had sent a long string of messages since the last call didn't go through. His tone changed from complaints to anger at the beginning, and finally turned into worry about not being able to find the person.

He Tianran felt very embarrassed after reading them one by one, because when lovers send messages to each other, some of the words they use are inevitably intimate, which made him, with a young mind, turn up his nose. However, Cao Aiqing seemed to have something else to do recently. Through the information expressed in text, the girl said that she would go to Nanzhi Island for a field survey with the design team formed by her university teacher tomorrow, and then she would have to stay on the island to organize materials and participate in the bidding. It would take about a month in total. She called him just to have dinner together in the evening.

He Tianran didn't quite understand what this was all about, but judging from the time, they were already on the island.

He Tianran thought about it and realized that it was not easy to explain his situation over the phone, so he just wrote a message saying that he was safe and sent it. The other party did not respond for a long time, probably because he was busy. The man felt relieved for the time being. If Cao Aiqing called him now or met him, he really didn't know how to deal with it.

  In fact, the reason why He Tianran didn't delay going home this time was not only because of Jiang Xixi's consolation. After all, for him, home was just a place to rest, so it was okay to rest anywhere.

What made him make up his mind was a text message from another person on his phone. The content was very simple, just one sentence -

"When are you coming home for dinner?"

The person who sent the message was Bai Wenyu.

The subway is like a surging vein, carrying people to every corner, making the whole city more lively, just like the fast-beating heart of the boy standing at the door of his home.

  The door lock was fingerprint-operated. As soon as He Tianran pressed his finger on it, the door opened automatically. The sound of cooking came from the room, but before he could hesitate too much, he smelled a strong smell of burnt food. Then, he heard a sentence in his ear:

"Tianran, are you back? Come here quickly, the pot is on fire!"

The son, who was still outside the door, was startled and did not dare to delay. He pushed the door open and quickly walked into the living room. He saw Bai Wenyu standing behind the kitchen island with a spatula in her hand and a panicked look on her face, and a wok with flames rising in front of her.

The range hood kept sucking out the black smoke from the pot, and it itself was also blackened. He Tianran walked over in two steps, turned off the gas valve, and caught a glimpse of the cold oil that had just been used on the kitchen stove. He grabbed the bottle cap and poured most of it into the pot. The effect was immediate, and the raging fire in the pot stabilized at once.

"Mom, shovel!"

Bai Wenyu was shocked that pouring oil into the fire could put out the fire. When he heard his son's instructions, he immediately said "Oh", came to his senses and handed over the shovel.

He Tianran took it and stirred the cold oil in the pot. Every time he stirred it, the fire would weaken a little. Not long after, the fire in the pot was completely extinguished, leaving only a pot of fried black and charred pork belly and half a pot of oil and water.

He Tianran stopped stirring and put down the spatula. He looked at the range hood in front of him and the ceiling which was also stained by smoke. The kitchen was a mess and he didn't know what to say for a moment...

"I'll ask someone to clean it up tomorrow."

Bai Wenyu's voice came from behind. He Tianran turned his head and a wet wipe appeared in front of him.

Bai Wenyu pointed at the tip of her nose, indicating where her son had been smoked, but seeing that her son was just staring at her blankly, unmoved, she simply took action herself, pressing her son's cheek with one hand and wiping him carefully with a wet towel with the other.

"Let's order takeout later."

Bai Wenyu said with some embarrassment.

He Tianran did not object, and he uttered a stiff "hmm" through his nose. When the mother finished wiping her son's face, she was about to withdraw her hand but was covered by her son again.

"mom……"

"what happened?"

"No, nothing... It's just nice to go home and see you."

Unlike the main personality who has long been accustomed to an independent life away from his parents, He Tianran, the young personality, is very eager for this long-lost family affection.

Bai Wenyu was slightly startled. Faced with the rare attempt to please her son, from whom she had always been somewhat distant, her expression revealed a hint of kindness as she explained the reason for cooking this time.

"You know, Mom doesn't like greasy food. When I saw you eating breakfast with me a few days ago and you looked like you had no appetite, I knew you were upset... Although I know you're busy with work and haven't been home these days, I also understand that you're uncomfortable with me being the one to take care of you at home, so I thought about making you your favorite meal. But unfortunately, I don't have your dad's cooking skills, so in the end I have to let you finish the meal for me."

"Do you know what I like to eat?"

He Tianran asked back, his expression was one of surprise and surprise. When their family was still in Nanshan Jiadi, Bai Wenyu had never cooked. As for her living abroad after they separated, it must have been the servants at home who took care of her.

"I asked Sister Wang to tell me."

  Speaking of this, Bai Wenyu felt a little ashamed, so she ignored the hint of excitement in her son's eyes. She changed the subject, let go of his hand, turned around and cleaned up the mess on the stove, saying:

"You were away for a few days, and I discussed it with your father. He will change the legal person of your film and television company to your name. You know what this means, right?"

Future Production was invested and established by He Panshan, who is not only the largest shareholder but also the legal representative of the company. There are many reasons why a company needs to change its legal representative, but for He Tianran today, this action only corresponds to one of them, that is, the current legal representative's equity holding ratio is exceeded by others, resulting in a change of the company's legal representative.

To put it more bluntly, He Panshan recognized He Tianran's original career choice and wanted to transfer his shares to He Tianran. This was decentralization and recognition, and it was also the best result He Tianran had achieved in the film and television industry in the past few years. It was a place for him to develop his career with his own abilities even without his parents' help.

  However, He Tianran didn't feel anything about it, and he didn't even feel too much turmoil in his heart. He just asked his mother enthusiastically:

"Which dishes did Wang Ma tell you about? Will you still cook for me tomorrow?"

  Bai Wenyu paused as she cleaned the kitchen counter, turned her head, and glanced at her son in confusion. Then she subconsciously thought that this was her son's celebratory remarks after he knew about this. She shook her head and said with a smile:

"No, I can't do it. If you're happy and want to celebrate, let's go out for dinner another day."

Bai Wenyu is a woman who would never embarrass herself a second time, and she doesn't think that being good to her son depends on a sip of wine at the dinner table. She has more practical ways of expressing family affection.

And He Tianran in the past was obviously accustomed to this way of expression.

She just turned her back and didn't notice her unintentional words. At this moment, it was like a splash of cold water, extinguishing the enthusiasm on He Tianran's face.

"So...will Dad celebrate with us?"

The young man asked cautiously, with the last bit of expectation in his heart.

Bai Wenyu dropped the rag in his hand, walked to the sink and turned on the faucet, saying lightly:

"I thought you had grown up a lot..."

  After rubbing her hands, she casually pulled out a wet towel, turned around, wiped the water stains on her hands, and said calmly:

"But why are you still so naive now?"

As she spoke, she slowly passed by her son who was standing there in a daze.

"..."

He Tianran stopped talking...

Or rather, he didn't dare to speak.

The familiar feeling of oppression and suffocation from childhood has returned.

  Bai Wenyu walked back to the center of the living room, turned on the projection, and the screen slowly fell. Still unaware of her son's abnormality, she continued:

"The variety show you're in charge of is premiering today, so I sent you a message asking you to come home today. After all, your father and I both care about this project. The difference is that he only cares about the final results of this variety show, while I actually care more about the performance of several artists under me..."

Bai Wenyu put on a pair of frameless glasses and slowly sat down on the sofa. She had her arms folded and looked sideways. Seeing that He Tianran was still standing there without moving, she took out one hand, patted the seat beside her, and said slowly in a commanding tone that only a parent can give:

"Come sit over here, Tianran. Let's watch it, and you can tell me what your original plan was." (End of this chapter)