Chapter 10 Moving

About the details of death in the previous life.

Anting can’t remember clearly. He only remembers lying on the operating table and suddenly the revolving door started.

It is a very magical revolving door. From the moment he was dying, time went back, and the past events came to mind one after another, and finally he flashed back to the 100-day swearing-in ceremony.

The boy's revolving door did not bring him memories before the third year of junior high school. Instead, he re-read the memories from the age of 29 to 15.

The above are all trivial.

The important thing is that one of the scenes in the revolving lantern was a question from the high school entrance examination. He couldn't remember everything, but he had a vague impression.

This is Anting’s trump card and his confidence.

Of course... Anting doesn't plan to tell Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun about the topics he remembers for the time being.

On the one hand, the timeline has changed, and he doesn’t know whether the test questions will change, so he can’t afford to gamble; on the other hand, he still hopes that even if there is a certain amount of cheating, Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun must be allowed to Feel what it feels like to fight hard.

The high school entrance examination can rely on Anting’s past life memories, but what about the future college entrance examination?

Anting had never experienced the college entrance examination in his previous life, so he could not help.

As to the question of whether this behavior is cheating.

Anting is just a layman, and it is inevitable for laymen to turn back and follow the same routine. In this life, he wants to protect everyone around him. As for other strangers, he can't control so much.

He has to make himself stronger and become invincible. How can he protect others if he cannot protect himself?

The scene returns to this moment.

An Ting is memorizing English words at the computer desk in the living room on the third floor of his home...

"Son, did you win?"

Halfway through the memorization , Dad An walked in. He was a little disappointed to see his son sitting in front of the computer, but he didn't expect that the three minutes of enthusiasm would pass like this, and he would start to become addicted to games again within a week.

But when he took a closer look, the computer was indeed turned on, and there was only one dictionary online translation...

"Uh... I was shocked, Dad, why did you come in? "An Ting crossed his legs and sat on the rotating computer chair. He looked helplessly at his father through his messy bangs, "When others are seriously obsessed, don't show up suddenly. It's easy for them to go crazy!"
< br />"Uh... Dad was wrong."

Dad An admitted his mistake. Not only did he scare his son by admitting his mistake, but he also misunderstood his son and thought he was playing a game...

　Anting didn't blame his father, he just said: "Is something wrong?"

"Dad made some soup for you. Let's drink it later. There is one more thing."

In addition to being the charterer, An’s father also has other things to do, and that is banquet contracting. It is not the kind of private banquet in a big hotel, but a big pot of rice in the village.

This is a more casual job. If you have a good day, you will travel around for a month. If you have an unlucky month, you may have no work at all.

Dad likes this job very much. He likes to enjoy the joy and excitement.

However, there have been fewer and fewer wedding banquets in recent years, and everyone goes to big hotels.

Looking at this matter again with a 29-year-old soul, An’s father has probably always been lonely, so he only came up with the idea of ​​​​starting a business after being rejected by An Ting in his previous life to remarry.

"Well, I'll go downstairs to drink soup after memorizing these two pages of words. What else can I do?"

"Aunt Song will move over tomorrow and Saturday, and I'll have lunch at noon. Drive there, do you want to come with me?"

Frankly speaking.

Father An hopes that Anting will come with him, firstly to help move things, and secondly, to highlight an important point and let the Song family know that Anting truly accepts them.

An Ting understood what his father meant, nodded and said: "Well, then I will go over and help."

"Sorry to trouble you, but you can ride a motorcycle. Can a car go by?"

"Huh? A motorcycle?"

…

Saturday.

After lunch.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the spring afternoon sun was not so strong. Dad drove a Santana and Anting rode a women's motorcycle and went out together.

Aunt Song is a local, but her late husband is not a local.

A few years ago, after her husband passed away, she returned to her hometown alone with her daughter to start a new life.

Aunt Song’s parents are gone, and she also has a married brother. The old house must be left to her son. The married daughter throws away the water, so Aunt Song can only buy a house locally. I'm paying off my mortgage.

When Anting arrived at the downstairs of the community, he finally understood why his father asked him to come here on a motorcycle - he was wearing a white T-shirt + lilac casual trousers + white shoes Song Ci was holding a Samoyed several years old.

"Hey, it turns out I'm here to transport the dog..."

The mother and daughter had a lot of luggage, and they didn't want to trouble An Ting's father to make two trips, so they simply let An TingBring another motorcycle over.

In the urban-rural fringe of third-tier cities, it is common for minors to drive motorcycles. Even in the eyes of Song Ci, a top student, this does not seem to be a rare thing.

Anting is a carefree and carefree person, and the way he rides on a motorcycle adds a touch of scorn.

Song Ci was already used to it, but he still politely said: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's good to know that I worked hard..."

"You...hey..."

Being polite to this guy is indeed a very stupid thing to do.

It’s not that Anting doesn’t want to be polite to Song Ci, but that being too polite will make him appear distant. They will live together in the next few months, so getting along with them will naturally be comfortable.

Later.

With the cooperation of Anjia and his son, boxes of luggage were loaded into the trunk and back seat of the car, and they were filled until half past four.

Then, Father An and Aunt Song sat in the driver's seat and passenger seat. The car was already full.

Anting can only drive Song Ci home with the dog.

Under the sunset, the spring breeze is ten miles away, the dog is standing in front of the motorcycle very well, Song Ci is sitting behind, and Anting is riding slowly forward...

Song Ci He and Anting were one behind the other, keeping quite a distance, about half a hip height apart. The former's hands always fell on the iron pole behind him instead of hugging the latter's waist.

Perhaps because he felt the atmosphere was a little awkward, Song Ci chatted: "I see you riding a bicycle and roller skates on the riverside road every day. I didn't expect you to be so calm while riding a motorcycle."

Hearing this, Anting smelled the girl's fragrance and said helplessly: "Don't look at who I'm carrying, and you have to worry about your dog jumping out of the car... But I just knew you had a dog."

“There are only two women in the family, isn’t it normal to have a dog?”

“Well... that’s right.”

Previous life, Anting Like everyone else, she naturally regarded Song Ci as a perfect girl; now, from a higher-dimensional perspective, she seemed to be able to detect many details that she had never noticed before.

There are only two women in the family, so they probably feel very insecure.

Keeping a dog is a very good choice.

"This Samoyed looks quite young. How long have you had it and what is its name?"

Hearing Anting's question, Song Ci replied: "Yeah , its name is Nate, I will call it Nite, um...milk's milk, I have raised it for many years..."

　“Humph, is it a milk tea?”

A white Samoyed, a milk tea is also very suitable.

"By the way...do you really want to live in my house?"

"What do you mean? Not welcome?" Song Ci seemed to relax, with a hint of coquettishness. asked rhetorically.

“It’s not that I’m not welcome, I just think it’s a bit strange.”

There is some truth to Anting’s doubts.

Aunt Song lives in my house, but you Song Ci doesn’t have to live in my house.

The two families live in the same town, can see each other on weekends, and can still go to school from Monday to Friday.

Song Ci is not a frank person, but this time he goes straight to the point: "Huh, how do I know what kind of person your father is? I have to go and observe for a while! I'm afraid your father will bully you. My mother..."

"Don't worry, my dad is a good person, but..."

"But what?"

"I don't necessarily He is a good person!" Anting joked.

Song Ci pouted and said: "Bad guy... Naita will protect me."

Such an inadvertent sneer was tender and boundless.

It caused the young man to fall into a brief trance. He did not notice the speed bump on the ground and the motorcycle ran over it.

The sudden shaking caused the girl, who was holding the railing at the back with both hands, to lose her grip and pounce forward, directly pressing on the boy.