Chapter 170 Night in the Art Building

"Song Ci, if you want to be a mother in the future, do you want a son or a daughter?"

"Ah..."

Song Ci was a little shy about Anting's question.

Thinking about it carefully, I don’t think there is anything wrong. On the one hand, the young man is such an outspoken mudslide. On the other hand, he has just talked about so many related topics. By extension, it is normal to ask this. .

At this moment, Song Ci had finished eating the braised eggs and was drinking Vitasoy. She bit the straw and replied in a low voice: "If both men and women like it, but they must choose, it should be Boy..."

"Eh..."

That was a bit unexpected.

Perhaps sensing the young man’s surprise, Song Ci lowered his eyes slightly and said with a hint of sadness: “Although I don’t want to admit it, it is difficult to eradicate the thoughts that the previous generation entrusted to the next generation. Yes, my grandparents have always disliked me for being a girl... Maybe it’s because of the influence. Sometimes, I wish I was a boy.”

An Ting suddenly understood.

I almost forgot the background of this girl.

Grandparents are patriarchal people. Although her father loves her very much, after her father passed away, there was no buffer zone between mother and grandparents. Aunt Song could not stand those strange things. pressure, so he took his daughter back to the town in anger and started over.

More or less, this girl’s thinking is still a little affected.

Her competitiveness is not unfounded.

The next second, Song Ci showed a trace of true feelings and said in a complicated tone: "An Ting, will we all become the adults we hate?"

Always. It is said that Song Ci matured precociously and walked faster than his peers.

But... if we look deeper, Song Ci may not have wanted to leave so fast. She was just drifting away under the trend of the external environment.

She should really want to prove herself.

But...if this is the case, do we no longer live for ourselves?

Live to become a strong woman who can protect her mother; live to prove to her grandparents that girls can also be excellent.

One day, will it be completely different?

Thinking about it, Anting suddenly realized that as a reborn person, he still didn’t understand the people he had been with once.

Anting couldn’t think of what to say for a moment.

Exactly at this momentSon, the two of them have already reached the art building.

"Well... this place is really... scary at night." Last time, three people came, and this time, two people came, which seemed to be even more scary.

To this day, Song Ci can already show his weak side in front of Anting.

An Ting smiled and said: "Remember that sentence!"

"That sentence?"

"No need to be afraid Ghost, because I..."

Before Anting could finish speaking, Song Ci continued: "Because you..."

Gods hate ghosts.

The next second, the two looked at each other and smiled in unison.

Well... although the fear was partially eliminated, she was still a little scared. When going upstairs, Song Ci couldn't help but grab the boy's clothes and walked up together.

The two people dress in the same style.

For the winter night of 17 or 18 degrees Celsius, Anting also started to wear shoes for self-study in the evening with three pieces of clothing, T-shirt + wool vest + school uniform jacket.

Arrive at the fifth floor without any surprises.

The fifth floor of the Art Building is an abandoned area with no purpose. Except for the security guard who patrols it every day, basically no one comes here.

Although the cat lives in the utility room, there is no lock in the room. Even if it is closed, there will still be a gap in the window. With the size of a small milk cat, it can basically move around freely.

It is free.

The little guy must have regarded this place as his own home. He slept during the day, went to the dining hall to look for food at seven or eight o'clock at night, and came back here at nine o'clock.

When Anting and Song Ci opened the door, the little guy was indeed inside.

Maybe he noticed the stranger’s appearance, and suddenly huddled in the corner, grinning with a fierce look on his face.

However.

The moment Anting showed the food, the little guy completely lost his ability to resist. He walked out quietly and took a lick of the food on the boy's hand. When he found that no one was scolding him, he started to gobble it up without restraint. .

Since there were no chairs in the utility room, the two of them could only squat on the ground.

Song Ci squatted aside, putting his hands on his knees, looking at the kitten in the wind, and said: "Well... Xiao An probably didn't find enough food today."

Although the little guy goes out to look for food every night, whether the stray cat can eat enough depends on luck.

Anting nodded and said: "Well, it seemsThat's true. ”

Just as the two of them were chatting, Maomao had already eaten and drank enough, with a bulging belly. He suddenly noticed Song Ci, ran up on his short legs, and followed her directly. Song Ci's pants climbed up.

Song Ci was startled, staggered, and almost fell down. Fortunately, the young man had quick eyesight and quick hands, and stretched out his hand to support her.

It’s very interesting.

The little cow hid in the pocket of Song Ci’s school uniform jacket. The cat head and cat head came out, squinted her eyes, and yawned. She probably felt that this place was It’s very warm, like a kangaroo.

It’s winter after all.

Seeing this, Anting joked: “It likes you very much. ”

Although the little cow has an extremely domineering face, she is a female cat.

Song Ci is a person who is very fond of small animals, including cats and dogs. Get close to her.

She said helplessly: "It's a little dirty..."

Her clothes were still stained.

It's winter , the little one only takes a bath once every half month, which is indeed not very clean.

However, Song Ci does not look angry.

She has always refused to admit it, but in fact He is a girly person who likes cute things.

In comparison, the tomboy Qiao Liang may not be so girly. That person is just playful, he is in a hurry all day long, and he comes and goes as he pleases. .

After a while, Anting was afraid that the little guy’s claws would hurt Song Ci and it would be troublesome to get vaccinated, so he took it out very gently.

Then .

Seeing that the utility room was too dirty, Anting decided to clean it up. He asked Song Ci to look after the cat in the corridor while he went into the utility room to clean up.

It is best to clean up excrement every day.

Otherwise, the kitten will easily get sick.

Song Ci leaned on the edge of the corridor, and the cat also sat obediently. On the ground, one person and one cat quietly looked at the boy who was cleaning.

Although he didn’t do anything, there was a faint warmth.

Like to see Going to Anting doing housework... makes people feel very warm.

"Meow~"

Song Ci suddenly heard the meow of a cat, turned her head and looked at the obedient person sitting aside Xiao An An, who was on the ground, stretched out her hand and stroked it. She suddenly remembered some things from her childhood.

In the fourth grade of elementary school, when her family decided to buy a pet, Song Ci hesitated between cats and dogs. ,In the end I chose dogs.

Actually... the girl doesn’t keep dogs because she likes them. She just feels that dogs give her a sense of security, while cats can only be cute.

As time went by, perhaps due to Naite’s company, Song Ci himself mistakenly thought that she liked dogs rather than cats.

Life is confusing.

After digging into the details and following the train of thought, Song Ci remembered more past events. She didn’t just care about Anting recently, but she started to care about Anting when she returned to the small town after transferring to another school.

The reason is not complicated.

I heard... that boy lost his mother...

In a strange town, the girl didn’t know anyone, so she naturally focused her attention on Anting. A boy who went through the same sadness as himself.

　A little concerned.

Just when Song Ci was lost in memories, Anting came out of the utility room, carrying a ball wrapped in old newspapers. He looked at Song Ci, "What are you thinking about? So quiet... "

"It's nothing... I was just thinking that Anting really feels like a housewife." Song Ci smiled sweetly.

Cats may have a different magic power that makes this cold girl bloom such a sweet smile, just like the blooming iron tree.

Anting rolled his eyes and complained: "The prerequisite for being a husband at home is to have a rich woman! Are you?"

"I am quite poor for the time being. ." Song Ci knew that Anting was joking, and continued: "When I get rich in the future, let you be my nanny."

An Ting was a little amused, and asked him, a reborn person, to be his private Nanny, isn’t this just like the Dragon King’s son-in-law, a standard plot, hahaha.

The next second, Song Ci noticed the paper ball in Anting's hand and asked, "What is that?"

Anting threw it away and said, "See for yourself Look."

Song Ci took it easily.

Out of curiosity, Song Ci naturally opened it and took a look, and was dumbfounded.

Cat Shit!

Song Ci was immediately furious, wrapped up the newspaper, and chased Anting down the corridor, with the kitten following behind. The scene was very interesting.

"Bad guy! It's so disgusting!"

"How can I disgust you? You ask yourself, I'm too lazy to answer, let you take a look."

"Stop!"

"No!"

The chase was very enjoyable, but when the two reached the stairs,There were footsteps and the light of a flashlight coming from below. The two looked at each other and ran back quickly.

The person who appeared with a flashlight at this time must be the school security guard on patrol.

Regardless of how a man and a woman would be viewed if they appeared in an empty art building after nine o'clock at night; just raising a cat in private is troublesome enough.

The two of them moved quickly, took the cat, returned to the utility room, and closed the door.