Distorted spacetime

(1)

I'm a bit tired today, especially late at night on this weekend. For a 37-year-old middle-aged
man , it's more suitable to stay at home watching variety shows, or
to have a drink with a few friends at a pub, or of course, to go out to eat with his wife and children. But for me, who is still single, that's a beautiful
dream. So, a single man working hard at 11 pm is not only unfortunate but also miserable.

Putting down my computer and looking at the graph on the report, I couldn't help but wonder: "Why work so hard
to make money? " I picked up my coat from the hanger and decided to drive home.

After sitting in the cold car, I suddenly regretted leaving the office so rashly: "It's all the weekend's
fault!" That's an excuse I can give.

I don't know when it started, but weekends make me feel anxious and empty... Maybe this is a
midlife crisis of being unmarried! So, I'm jealous of couples, and I
run away from the happy family scenes. Sometimes I really don't know what I'm doing.

"Being thirty-seven and still single is not a terrible thing."

That's what Mom always says, comforting me like that. But I believe she also hopes I can find
someone , settle down, and start a family.

"My son isn't ugly, he just hasn't met the right person yet."

Last time, I accidentally let slip my "drunken truth" while drunk, and she gave me a serious lecture.
I know she's more anxious than anyone else, but from a mother's perspective, sending her son to find a blind date is
the worst possible solution. Wouldn't that be admitting that her son has to be forcibly sold off? With her strong personality,
she would never go down that path. To be honest, I once planned to live with my mother like this, since it's easier to face reality by adhering to

the slogan of not wanting to get married . ********** ... "Routine overtime!" "Go take a shower first, I'll cook you a bowl of noodles." She walked straight to the kitchen, her back looking so thin. "Mom, no need! I just ate." She turned back, looking suspicious: "Really?" I nodded: "I'm going to take a shower." To be honest, I didn't want her to notice the guilt I felt. Mom must be sixty this year! I'm so useless, I couldn't find her a good wife to serve her, and now I have to trouble her to take care of her valuables. Since Dad passed away from lung cancer years ago, she's been both a loving father and a strict mother, raising me all by herself… It hasn't been easy. I lay heavily in the bathtub, the steaming heat blurring the light. Mom knocked on the door : "Jiahao, come out quickly after your shower, I have something to tell you, did you hear me?" "I heard you!" Perhaps the reality was worse than she imagined, forcing her to choose this desperate measure. Regardless, Mom 's words made me nervous. I steeled myself and trudged into the living room. My mother had an unusual expression on her face, which made me imagine what she wanted to say. It didn't matter; I was used to it. "You're thirty-seven this year. I don't know what your plans are, but I, as your mother, am more anxious . But I've thought about it; maybe it's just not the right time for marriage! I don't want to keep worrying about you. I'm going on a long trip tomorrow, so you can have some peace and quiet for a few days. We'll talk about everything when I get back. I'm tired..." With that, she slowly got up and went back to her room. I sat on the sofa, completely unconcerned. I'd heard those words for over thirty years... I guess I'm too dependent on my mother. For me, it's enough for a woman to bring me a bowl of hot noodles when I come home exhausted , or to thoughtfully prepare a bath. My mother has always taken such good care of me. Aside from sex, her presence makes it almost impossible for me to understand why I need to care about whether a woman is interested in me. Maybe I'm just too lazy. I can't do things like showering her with flowers or sweet-talking her. So be it, I'm a bachelor ! I don't know how much time passed before I woke up on the sofa... The sunlight was blinding... I was dazed for a moment... It was eight o'clock ... Oh no ! I hurriedly washed up, threw on a shirt, and rushed out the door. I was definitely going to be late... Why didn't Mom wake me up ? It's been three days. This afternoon, Mom called my company, reminding me that she would be home before I left work, and not to work too late. She also said she had a surprise for me. I had been looking forward to this day for a long time since Mom had been home; her quick return was already a surprise for me . Unconsciously, I parked the car in the garage. As soon as I got to the front door, I smelled the aroma of food. Mom must have cooked something delicious. What a surprise! Without thinking, I put the key in the doorknob and pushed the door open: "Mom~~ I'm home !" I loosened my tie and tossed it casually. I saw a table full of delicious food waiting for me: "Mom is the best. I'm starving !" I didn't hear from Mom for a while. Just as I was wondering what was going on, a beautiful stranger suddenly appeared in front of me: "I've been waiting for you for a long time." (2) Waiting for me for a long time? What's going on? Wait...wait a minute: "You...who are you?" The appearance of a stranger in a familiar house always makes one's nerves tense. The stranger's lips curled up slightly. Her mysterious smile contained a seductive charm. Her eyes gave me a sense of déjà vu . "You'll know who I am in a while. In ten days..." She trembled as she suppressed her laughter. Oh my god ! I'm starting to like the "surprise" my mom arranged, but how did she end up with such a beauty? "Where's my mom?" "Don't rely on your mom so much. Anyway, I'll be spending ten days with you. Just call me Bai Xue." I paused for a moment, then carefully examined the unfamiliar yet beautiful mature woman before me. Long, wavy hair swept over her shoulders, the curves of her hair delicate and graceful; her slender wrists extended down, subtly meeting her long, white fingers; her slightly short white top revealed her sexy navel, and her well-fitting red trousers accentuated the shapely curves of her hips ; her maroon high-heeled sandals revealed her clean, delicate toes. I was captivated. "You... my mom found you..." The words "high-class PR" almost escaped my lips, and I secretly thought to myself...

I thought, "Mom wouldn't do that."

Her deep eyes stared at me, as if devouring me: "Let's keep all the answers to ourselves for now! Faced with
such a beautiful woman, do you only want to know about your mother?" She

certainly had a professional air about her.

She looked me up and down: "Let's eat first, I'll go run your bath." She turned and went into the bathroom.
For some reason, that back view looked strangely familiar.

Looking at this stunning beauty, the lavish feast before me seemed utterly vulgar. I secretly resolved to figure out
what was going on, so I followed her into the bathroom.

She was bending over to turn on the faucet, her full, round buttocks staring at me unceremoniously. My mind went blank
. I couldn't help but sigh… It had been so long since I'd been with a woman. For some reason, lust surged through my entire
body, a strange, indescribable urge rising within me… I absolutely wouldn't dare force myself on her; I knew my place. Of course, if it was
just peeping … no matter how pathetic, as long as it stimulated my usually dull visual senses, I figured even if I got caught, nothing would
happen.

Having made up my mind, I hesitated for a moment before realizing she was pouring bath soap into the water. Unbelievable… how did she know I
had this bathing habit? Could Mom have explained it that clearly? She was humming a tune casually, and it sounded
like Mom's favorite song, "When Will You Return?" Her back view suddenly reminded me of…

I jumped, my heart skipped a beat, and I quickly hid behind the door: "This is so strange! Is it a coincidence or intentional
? Is it just my imagination?" Suddenly, a strange sense of guilt welled up inside me, making me unable to watch any longer
. I quietly walked back to the dining table and sat down. The food in front of me gave me a sudden inspiration… Maybe… maybe
she really is… No! Impossible. Mom is sixty this year; no matter how she tries to look like a woman in her early twenties
.

Instantly, my thoughts were in chaos. No wonder I can't find a girlfriend; I always
hesitate . In any case, this woman named Bai Xue is definitely not Mom.

"Jiahao, I've prepared your bathwater." She stood behind me, speaking softly. I flinched guiltily. "Uh...
thank you." My expression must have looked incredibly guilty.

"You don't look too well! You haven't eaten yet..."

"Uh... I'm not very hungry. I'll take a shower first, and then... I'll eat later." I wished
I could disappear into a hole right then and there, hastily fleeing her suspicious gaze towards the bathroom.

She still reminded me from behind, "I've poured in the bath salts..." She realized something was wrong and didn't finish her sentence. I
realized that what she was thinking couldn't possibly be what I was thinking right now... Impossible! No way!

Maybe I'm too quick to run away! I lay naked in the bathtub, condemning myself for being so cowardly. What
man would cower in front of a beautiful woman at a time like this? But... is it even possible for a sixty-year-
old to become twenty? It sounds too bizarre, even I can't believe it. Even if it were possible, my mother
has no reason to do that, unless... Ah! How disgusting! I actually thought about... sex, then wouldn't that be...?

I was ashamed of myself for having such abnormal thoughts; it was all just speculation. What era are we living in?
Do I have a mother complex

? "Are you done showering?" she asked from outside the door. I instinctively covered my genitals with a towel: "Almost...
almost."

"Oh, don't soak in the bath for too long, you'll catch a cold!"

"I know."

Even her tone sounded like Mom's. A picture flashed through my mind... Damn it! Here we go again.

About thirty minutes later, I finally managed to calm my filthy thoughts and left the bathroom. She was watching TV in the living room.
This program... I decided to test her, maybe...

I casually asked her: "Mom, are you watching this program again?" "

Yeah..." she blurted out unintentionally, her face instantly showing a look of horror.

I never expected it to be so easy: "It really is you."

"Uh...no...I mean..."

"I heard you." I interrupted her explanation. The truth was already obvious, but I needed to figure out
how she did it.

She was startled to realize that things had taken a 180-degree turn, but she quickly regained her composure. Admit it! Quick... I
want you to say it yourself.

"Okay... since you've already found out..."

I suddenly felt dizzy, and sure enough...

(3)

"Everything here looks so familiar..." she said slowly, looking around, her gaze fixed on
a mirror: "This mirror was a gift from your father when I was 23 years old. It looks
a bit ... Strangely enough, yesterday I was still feeling smug about my new dress and couldn't wait
to try it on in front of the mirror. Suddenly..."

She paused and continued: "For some reason, I suddenly remembered
some ... In that instant, it seemed as if I had lived a long life. Everything that happened here, the passing of my parents, and my son whom I had never met..." She had a complicated expression on her face, and I didn't understand what she was talking about
for a moment . "The mirror—that was Mom's dowry, wasn't it? " "You probably don't understand what I'm saying, and I don't know how to explain it to you... But perhaps it was all destined. I came to this time and space for some purpose. I think it's all God's arrangement !" She looked up at me, and the image of my familiar mother instantly overlapped with the "mother" before me. My legs went weak, and I took a step back in a panic. This is too bizarre... How can this be...? I wasn't sure if I was awake. She seemed serious, trying to explain, but this was truly unbelievable . "You... who exactly are you..." "I came here for you." "For me," a thought suddenly flashed through my mind. Yes, Mom has never talked about Dad. "This..." Could this young mother be referring to this...? "You mean... you know about Dad?" Her face flushed; this didn't seem like a good question. "Well... I do know, but..." "Then tell me about Dad! Mom has always refused to tell me anything about him. Now that you suddenly have memories of him, just tell me!" I was desperate to know Dad's secret, and in I unconsciously grabbed her wrist. "Ugh... it hurts... you're hurting me!" "I'm... I'm sorry..." I released my grip, the soft touch still lingering in my palm.

Her natural fragrance wafted into my nostrils; I never knew my mother's skin was so beautiful when she was young.

She stroked her flushed wrist: "Alright! Since you're so eager to know, I'll tell you!" I couldn't help but
nervously swallow.

"I've only ever had one man in my life…you'll find out sooner or later, but not now.
I'll tell you before I go back."

Wow! She's keeping me in suspense.

"Don't you find it strange that your original mother went on a long trip at this time, and I just happened to
appear?"

Yes! That's too much of a coincidence. However, if what she said is true, my mother must have calculated
what . She came to this time and space 37 years ago…that must be it. Perhaps my mother planned to
have this mother tell me about my father, so…but this is truly unbelievable.

"What are you laughing at?"

Why am I laughing?

"Nothing. One day you'll be at this time, and you'll do the same thing in another time and space." She
understood what I was thinking, and we smiled at each other. I began to wish she could stay a little longer.

That night, I seemed to have insomnia. Everything seemed normal. My mother and I had lived under the same roof
for decades; this should be easy to get used to. However, if she suddenly became thirty years younger,
that would be a different story. In other words, my mother was now 14 years younger than me, and I was the old man.

Thinking of this, I turned around and couldn't help but think: 'She's still a young woman waiting to be married.
She came here because of this. Could it be that my father is about to appear? That's too strange... A woman from that
timeline meets her beloved man in this timeline, and then...'

That's also possible. In any case, she has a way to travel through time to the future world, so this result
isn't surprising. But then my father would be younger than me, or at most the same age... That's
really ridiculous.

Unconsciously, thinking and thinking, I drifted into a dream.

"Jiahao, it's time to get up," a sweet voice urged me in my sleep. I slowly opened my sleepy
eyes: "Oh..."

If I wasn't dreaming, the young woman in front of me should be saying: "Mom!"

She pouted: "If you call me that, people will laugh. Just call me Snow White."

Ah... I'm so dense, my mom's nickname is Snow White... I'm so stupid! I didn't even realize that.
But...

"I'm on vacation today, let me sleep a little longer." I hugged the blankets to cover my face and fell back onto the bed. I really wanted to find
a hole to crawl into.

"No way! We finally have this chance to see the world thirty years from now, you have to be my
guide ." Without saying a word, she started tickling me. I resolutely refused to give in, dodging left and right. After a fierce battle, we both fell
onto the bed. Damn it... my palm was somehow pressed against her two soft mounds of flesh.

My mother's breasts were so soft… I guess I must have blushed bright red, so I quickly withdrew my hand and pretended nothing
had happened: "Well… I'll go brush my teeth and wash my face." After getting out of bed and taking a few steps, she whispered behind me, "No man
has ever touched me here before…" I hurriedly fled the scene. Hearing her say that, I got hard…
that damn guilt reappeared!

She seemed determined to get me, following me to the bathroom with a mysterious look: "I know what
bad things you did when you were little…"

Bad things I did when I was little: smashing the neighbor's window while playing baseball, lifting
the skirts of girls my age, learning to smoke when I got older, getting into fights… none of that was unusual. "Oh… which one are you talking about?"
I didn't care at all, continuing to brush my teeth in my mouth.

"I mean you spied on me while I was showering."

"Cough! Cough cough…" This… she knew that too. I saw my face turn red in the mirror.

"And that's not all. When you were in junior high, you also stole my underwear and… masturbated."

I still remembered. My mother was the only person I loved during my teenage years, but hearing these things from
a woman in her early twenties made me want to die!

"I was young and naive, what's the big deal!"

"What about what you said to your classmates in high school?"

What did I say? "I... I didn't say anything."

A brief blush spread across her face, and a chill ran down my spine: "You told your classmates you wanted to
sleep with your mother, and after I fell asleep..."

That's right! It was Da Tou Zhen sitting next door who betrayed me, tattled to my mother... Oh no! So
my mother knew all this, and both this mother and my current mother... Oh my god!

"That... that was just a joke, I was just kidding!"

"Is that so?" Her eyes made me feel like I was invisible. I quickly washed my face and left
the bathroom . I seemed to hear her say, "You've always been good at running away. You never know what I'm thinking. Maybe it
's all my fault that you are who you are today. Maybe I'm waiting for something too..." I

really wondered how I was going to get through the next few days. A woman who knew me so well happened to be my mother. I couldn't help but feel pain. (4) Urged by my mother, I got into the driver's seat. As soon as we sat down and started the engine, the phone rang: "Spray... spray...spray..." "Hello..." No one answered for a long time. "Strange." "That's a cell phone, right...who called?" Bai Xue was a little suspicious at first, but then she looked indifferent . "I don't know, maybe it's a reception problem!" I replied and drove the car on the road, but my mind was blank. "Where do you want to go?" I couldn't help but want to know a specific destination. "Watching movies, shopping at department stores, or karaoke are all fine. I'm old enough for these things. Don't forget, I only know about things from my memories; experiencing them firsthand is what makes the trip worthwhile!" she said ambiguously. I didn't bother to reply and just stepped on the gas. The scenery on the street quickly disappeared from my mind. Suddenly, a strange thought occurred to me: if what she was doing now was something her mother had never done, would it eventually become a fragment of her mother's memory in this timeline? Or was everything she was doing already a memory in her mother's mind, and she was just destined to experience it once? I was really confused, and what was even more unbelievable was that I was actually involved... I stopped the car at an intersection waiting for the traffic light...

However, besides the fact that Dad is about to appear, what else is destined to happen
? I couldn't help but wonder: "Uh...Snow White, since you have a mother...uh...I mean, my current
mother, since you share the same memories, does that mean that no matter what we do now, the other
mother will know?"

"I don't know either, at least I don't know what will happen to us later." After a while, she
seemed to be deep in thought about this question as well.

I stared at the red light, my thoughts becoming complicated... My phone beeped, "Text message." I picked up my phone and pressed
the button. A few words appeared on the LCD screen: "I'm next to you."

I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine... Could it be that Mom...? There was no caller ID...

I looked at the mother in front of me anxiously: "Do you know where Mom is right now?"

She looked suspicious: "I'm right here in your car, you know who she is!
But don't think I'll tell you."

"You don't have to tell me, just tell me if she's nearby."

After a long while, she shook her head.

Strange...then who could be next to me?

"The light's green," she reminded me.

The car continued driving, and from that moment on, everyone I saw made me nervous, as if each person
was connected to the information I had just received, and every glance made me feel uneasy.

"Look! I know this road. There weren't any buildings this tall before... It's amazing
how many have grown in just over thirty years... I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes... Wow! And over there too..." She was as excited as
a little girl, while I was preoccupied with my own nervousness. She, on the other hand, acted like an outsider.

"How about we go see a movie first?" She turned around, giving orders: "Come on! Let's
park the car."

In this respect, she was just like my mother, with her decisive and intelligent eyes...

Actually, the movie theater was a completely unfamiliar environment for me. A bachelor like me shouldn't bother
buying a ticket to see a movie alone. Sigh... Being single sometimes requires a bit of willpower, the willpower to endure. Before
long , many things will be irrelevant to me, and then I'll naturally accept my fate. Life will slowly become monotonous,
and eventually, I'll become numb…

“What are you daydreaming about? The movie is about to start!”

We were sitting in a corner of the huge movie theater. A couple in front of us were intimately embracing.
Looking my young mother next to me, I couldn't help but sigh… If only she weren't my mother. Young, beautiful, and with
a great figure, sitting next to such a woman would make countless men envious.

About thirty minutes later, I realized it was an art-house romance film. The male lead was
flirting with a half-naked female lead on the bed. I secretly glanced at my mother; the dim light made it hard to tell what she
thought of the romance film thirty years later. Strangely, I vaguely heard soft voices: “Hmm… Oh…” Soon, I
realized the voices were coming from the couple in front of us.

No way… At this moment…

The two in front of us were tightly entwined in a dark mass. The man said to the woman in a very weak voice: “I
can have you right here…”

“You…” the woman almost gasped.

"You're all wet, and you're still pretending to be a fairy..." The man raised his index and middle fingers, with
an unknown semi-transparent liquid between them. I thought it must be... not good! A sex show was unfolding on the spot...

"No... ah... oh... someone's watching..."

I couldn't explain the reaction in my crotch, damn it!

"Whatever, this is what makes it exciting..."

It was too late to change positions now, my mother... I think I was overthinking it. My mother was fine; she was
completely absorbed in the scene and didn't notice the two of them in front of her.

"Hmm... hmm... um... it's so itchy... ah... your thing is so hard..."

"Oh... yes... there... right there... harder..."

The two of them were getting louder and louder, and suddenly the man grabbed the woman and made her sit on him...

"I'm going to put it in... ah... it hurts! Where's the hole?"

"A little higher... a little higher... ah..."

The two of them started moving up and down rhythmically, gradually increasing the speed. It
was the first time I'd ever watched someone do that kind of thing so closely. I felt my body getting hot, and my penis was about to burst through my pants.

"Mmm...so good...oh..."

"Slut...oh...I'll fuck you to death..."

I was sweating profusely. These young people these days are too...

My mother suddenly placed her hand on the back of my hand. I couldn't help but turn my face to look at her. A strange
expression , but her eyes remained fixed on the screen. Back on the screen...the male lead finished his business and was about to leave. It couldn't be that he
was this moved! Or maybe it was because...

"I'll fuck you to death...I'll fuck you to

death..." Just then, my phone received another text message: "Do you also want to be like him, to sleep with your own
mother?"

This definitely couldn't be a message from my mother! Who could this be? If I weren't in this movie theater, I
would know what was going on. I turned around and looked at the sparsely populated audience. Who sent
me this

? "Pfft!" Here it comes again: "Get her drunk at the karaoke bar! She needs your comfort."

I couldn't help but look at my mother sitting next to me...her eyes were hazy. I...she's my mother! No, this is too
reckless!

"Oh... I'm shooting... I'm shooting..."

"Ah... It's so hot... Ohhh... Shoot it in... Shoot it all in... Ah..."

However, things took a different turn. This time, the unknown guy displayed a phone number, which
meant... I could text "him" too? Or, should I just call and ask directly?

Just as I made up my mind, the two scoundrels had already left their seats, and the movie had just
ended . The lights suddenly came on, and I hurriedly put away my phone. My mother's cheeks were flushed: "Let's go..."
But her hand was still in mine, and we slowly left the movie theater with the crowd like a couple.
However , I didn't care how it felt to hold her soft hand; my mind kept repeating: "
Get her drunk at the karaoke bar! She needs your comfort..."

"Wait for me." As soon as she finished speaking, she went into the dressing room.

A good opportunity! Now... I dialed the number back, my heart pounding...

"Pfft... You have dialed a non-existent number..."

How could this be? I tried again and again, and the result was the same no matter how many times I tried. Unbelievable! Could it be that "he"
came from outer space? Wait, could it be…?

My phone suddenly beeped briefly, and a text message read: "I am your only son." "

!" This… a prank! What's going on?

"Why do you look so pale?" She was already standing beside me.

"No… nothing… Where are we going next?" This was truly unexpected. I tried to
calm myself down and rationally speculated… If my mother could come to this
time and space , then perhaps people from the future could too… even my son whom I've never met.

Maybe that's true… His phone number must not exist in this time and space, so I can't
contact him… On the other hand, if I continue using this phone number for twenty or thirty years, even in his
time he could still dial it, which is indeed a good explanation. So, his leaving his number was just a hint… The more I
thought about it , the closer I felt to the truth. The problem was… where was he now, in this time and space…? Okay,
even if it were true, at least it meant one thing: I wouldn't continue living the life of a bachelor for
the rest of my life . Thinking of this, a strange warmth welled up inside me. Next time I have the chance, I should ask him who his mother is.

"Next… let's go to karaoke!" Bai Xue tilted her head slightly, looking at the rows of signs in the distance.

I was stunned again! This was too… too coincidental!

(The End)

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