Chapter 213 One Year Anniversary

"An Ting, if you have a girlfriend in the future, who is more important, her or me?"

Song Ci is a rationalist.

A long time ago, she understood one thing - although Anting promised herself not to fall in love for three years in high school, sooner or later the day would come when someone would appear and share peace with her. pavilion.

Song Ci didn’t expect that she was someone with such a strong desire to possess.

Once I think about someone sharing Anting, it feels a little uncomfortable.

In the bottomless friendship and family affection, something seems to be coming to the surface.

When this topic happened to be discussed, Song Ci took advantage of the night and the Internet to blurt it out without deliberately making things difficult for the young man.

On a warm spring night, the lights were turned off in dormitory 404. There was no air conditioning, only a rotating fan. Song Ci lay on the upper bunk of the dormitory, with her legs upside down and her heels pressed against the wall. Under the influence of gravity, , the clothes were turned inside out, and so was the hair.

The strange movements with unclear meaning reflected her anxiety in expecting the boy’s answer.

She was looking forward to the boy's answer.

Looking at the question on the phone screen, Anting fell into silence. He didn’t know why the girl asked this question, but he had no intention of escaping.

After thinking for a moment, the boy replied: "Nonsense, then you must be more important..."

The boy's voice was converted into text information, turned into electrical signals, and passed through electromagnetic waves. , directly hit the girl's brain, her heart trembled, and her heart beat loudly. The delicate body that was originally attached to the wallpaper suddenly fell down, and she raised her buttocks. Regardless of the indecent posture, she still looked at the phone with some secret joy.

Roommates Wu Meimei and Cheng Cheng were looking at Song Ci's butt with puzzled eyes.

What a cute butt.

Makes you want to take a photo.

Wu Meimei joked: "Hey, I'm chatting with Anting again."

As the CP leader, Cheng Cheng muttered: "These two are in love. Don’t you ever get tired of talking about it? We’ve always been so loving.”

To this day, Anting and Song Ci are still pretending to be a couple, and the roommates are not surprised by the scene of the long, straight black girl playing with her mobile phone late at night. Strange.

Song Ci was stunned for a few seconds, and with a hint of joy in her arrogance, she pretended to be reserved and said: "Really?"

"Well, because Song Ci is my family, friend, and classmate, and even half of it means being petty. A mere wild girlfriend is definitely not as important as you."

Half of them are smaller.

After all, it only appeared in the fourth grade of elementary school.

But...this is actually just right. It is not like Bao Weiwei, who has been working for nine years and has grown up together in a real sense and directly lost the concept of gender.

At least Anting has always treated Song Ci as a woman.

"It's really miserable to be the girlfriend of a scumbag like you. My status is too low. Fortunately, I am a sister and my status is very high."

Hearing Song Ci's complaints , Anting smiled bitterly, speechless.

In his previous life, Anting had many girlfriends, too many to count, and their status was indeed very low, so low that he couldn't remember many of them clearly.

The chatter box is opened.

Song Ci felt this and said: "When I was in junior high school, I often saw you irresponsibly playing with those younger sisters. I couldn't help but think - a scumbag like you. It will definitely be fun for a man to meet a girl who can torture you one day."

Of course, she actually thought that she would torture this bad boy half to death.

But, that is impossible.

"Hey, I didn't expect the seemingly perfect squad leader to have such terrible thoughts." Anting smiled helplessly.

The monitor here refers to junior high school, not high school.

Song Ci is currently a study committee member, not the monitor.

"Who made you so bad? Bad people will eventually be punished by bad people."

"Yes, yes, yes."

After a while.

Anting looked at the phone and said in a gentle tone: "Although I don't know where the future will lead, I enjoy my current life."

" Well, me too... It has been almost a year since we became a family, and the redbuds at the door of our house should have bloomed."

　Actually...

It's not just Anting and Song It’s the first anniversary of porcelain becoming a family member, and it’s also the first anniversary of the boy’s rebirth.

The road ahead is still unknown, so go ahead and cherish it.

"Hmm... I seem to have smelled the fragrance of redbud flowers in my hometown."

"Let's walk the dog together on Saturday? Enjoy the flowers by the way."

　“Hmm.”

　…

　Saturday.

Today is the first wedding anniversary of Father An and Aunt Song.

Hmm...even though the drinks were served after the high school entrance examination, the registration date is actually March, so the anniversary is today.

After An’s mother left, An’s father was not interested in festivals. He only worshiped gods and performed rituals. Now, he began to pick up various festivals.

This night.

In order to accommodate the food, the location was a food stall at the corner of the street.

The family had a sumptuous dinner at the food stall and even prepared a cake.

Song Ci’s favorite strawberry cake.

Before blowing out the candles, Anting and Song Ci asked Aunt Song to make a wish.

"There's no need to be like this..." Aunt Song didn't think it was necessary. It wasn't a birthday, it was just a wedding anniversary, or her second marriage.

Seeing this, An’s father followed him and said: “Xu, look at the children so enthusiastic.”

It was hard to resist the hospitality, Aunt Song clasped her hands together and faced the strawberry The cake made a wish and read it directly without saying it silently: "I hope our new family will always be so happy and complete."

Hearing this wish, Anting felt a little complicated. Song Ci's good impression will probably continue to be hidden.

Song Ci was fine, she still didn’t understand her own heart.

The next second, she glanced sideways, meeting the young man's complicated gaze, and asked suspiciously: "An Ting, why are you looking at me like this?"

Black The straight girl's voice brought Anting back to reality. He became playful, smeared the cream with his fingers, and drew a line directly on the other person's face.

“Ah! Bad guy!”

An Ting ran away.

On a spring night.

The two started a chase scene under the redbud tree beside the fish pond, laughing and laughing.

Nait may have thought that his master was playing with him, so he ran out after him.

In the end, Anting was bitten by Naite's pants and couldn't run away. He could only obediently let Song Ci write the word "Tu" and the word "No" on both sides of his face.

Bad! ! !

During the process of writing, Anting looked at the girl with long black hair and straight hair close at hand, and his thoughts went back to New Year's Eve, that strange kiss, no, I should say nibbling.

By some strange coincidence, he reached out his hand, collected the cream on the other person's face, and put it into his mouth again.

At that moment, Song Ci shrank subconsciously, first startled, and then complained: "Disgusting!"

"Hey, don't waste it."

Returning to the dining table and eating cake as a family, Anting had a rare moment of gossip and said: "Dad, II never asked you, how did you and Aunt Song meet? ”

Song Ci bit her fork and looked at her mother, equally curious.

Feeling the curious eyes of their children, Father An and Aunt Song both fell into shyness, their old faces changed. Hong, although he didn’t really want to answer, he didn’t quell the children’s curiosity.

…

That night.

Father An might After being drunk, he got into the mood. He took out a long-dusted photo album from under the bed in the room and showed Anting and Song Ci one by one.

"Xiao Ci, your mother is here. A native of a small town, she and I were classmates and friends who grew up together. It’s just that I was stupid, didn’t like studying, and couldn’t get into high school and college. But your mother was very smart, and she studied further and further until I was out of reach. The place. "

"Have you ever been in love? "Song Ci struggled.

Mom, did you have a boyfriend before you fell in love with your father? Could it be Uncle An?

As her father's daughter, Song Ci Hearing this kind of words makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

She just has physical mysophobia + mental mysophobia, which combined is perfectionism.

Hearing this, Aunt Song Blushing, he smiled, shook his head and said, "No, Lao An has been a gentle and undisciplined person since he was a child. He would not actively pursue me, he would just look at me silently and behind my back. ”

When Song Ci heard that Uncle An kept looking at her mother’s back, she subconsciously looked at Anting, as if thinking of something, this boy also likes to look at her behind.

Still not too entangled, he returned his attention to the emotional history between his mother and Uncle An.

Dad An smiled sadly and said: "At that time... I always felt that I was not worthy, and I hope that one day I can walk side by side with your mother, but I’m so useless that I can’t catch up no matter how hard I try. ”

Once upon a time, Father An and Aunt Song were probably at a stage where they had a good impression of each other, but after graduating from junior high school, the two went their separate ways and never met again.

A few years ago, An’s father met Aunt Song again on the street of a small town and renewed their relationship.

A very clichéd, yet very sad love story.

Song The aunt continued: "By the way... Xiaoting, your father was very handsome when he was young, not much worse than you are now. ”

Hearing this, neither Anting nor Song Ci believed it.

Seeing that they didn’t believe it, they opened the photo album directly.

The two Looking at the photo album, I couldn't help but be surprised.

What I saw before meA middle-aged man with a stout figure, he was one of the handsomest in his youth. He looked very gentle, almost a good old man with no temper. If he had yellow hair, he would probably be like Namikaze Minato.

Aunt Song is just the opposite. She has medium to short hair and looks like a wild girl.

Seeing this, Anting and Song Ci recalled what Aunt Song said the last time they were in the hospital - Xiaoting, you are very much like me when I was a child.

It seems that is indeed the case.

 Immediately afterwards.

Song Ci looked at Anting, with a rare playful moment, he touched the young man's strong belly and joked: "Anting, you will become such a fat uncle in the future."

I thought I would be violently resented by the young man, but I didn’t expect him to behave extraordinarily calmly.

He smiled slightly, with a hint of gentleness in his eyes that was the same as An's father when he was young. He stared at Song Ci and said, "Well, that's the best. Not only will he become a middle-aged and fat uncle, but he will also I want to become a grandpa and grandma with Song Ci."

Hearing this, Song Ci's pretty face blushed slightly and said: "Idiot, I don't want it!"

This life , Anting wants to move from a young boy in his prime, to a middle-aged and prosperous uncle, to a gray-haired old man, to reach the end with others.

The first anniversary came to an end amidst the joy of the family.

…

The redbud flowers are blooming.

The redbud flowers fall.

In the blink of an eye, spring is over.

April midterm exam.

Anting did very well in the exam, ranking 40th in the class.

Unfortunately, the agreement between him and his father was for the final exam, and the midterm exam did not constitute a reason for day study.

Song Ci firmly occupies the first position in the grade and remains unmoved; Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun are trapped in love, and their grades gradually decline; Bao Weiwei is very stable.

By the way.

Qiao Liang’s grades in cultural subjects were at the bottom.

After the final exam is the end-of-school ceremony, which is of a school-wide nature; and after the midterm exam is the grade meeting, which is only for the first grade.

At the first grade meeting, in addition to the awards for the midterm exam, the prefect also mentioned a very important thing.

“Dear first-year high school students, it is already halfway through the next semester. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be about 18 weeks in the academic calendar. Everyone must submit a application form for arts and sciences. I hope everyone will consider this carefully based on their own situation. Question."

Hmm...

Finally it’s time to separate arts and sciences.

Although it sounds like a very serious topic, it is actually not that suspenseful.

Except for Qiao Liang, who majored in art, everyone else should have majored in science.

 Immediately afterwards.

The prefect added: "One more thing...next Saturday is our school's parent visit day."