Chapter 392: After rebirth, I gained an extra sister

Aunt Song entered the delivery room at dusk, and the child was born at night.

Auntie Instant Noodles received the good news and immediately drove over to visit her. Naturally, she couldn’t be empty-handed, so she brought a pot of old fire soup that had been simmered for two or three hours and a fruit basket.

Feeling happy.

The moment I saw the baby, I asked: "Have you thought about the name of the baby?"

Sweet burden is essential.

Actually.

As early as two or three months ago, we had discussed the topic of names, but there was no conclusion.

Now, this problem is on the table again.

Since ancient times, naming new life has been a very troublesome matter, and everyone has different ideas.

Some people think that a name should be simple and easy to remember; some would pursue a deep meaning; some would even look for some uncommon words to make it unique.

At times like this, it is necessary to brainstorm ideas.

Anting is a person who doesn’t share his life on the Internet very much, but at this moment, he posted to Moments and space updates at the same time.

——The child is born, girl, please give me a name.

Not only asked for names, but also explained the situation to friends.

When everyone led by Qiao Liang saw this development, they understood everything and felt relieved.

At the same time.

City B University, dormitory C404.

Zhou Haojing, who was sitting in front of the computer, was still wondering about the few words he heard at noon, which was what Anting said about having a baby and asking for a few days off.

When I came back to the dormitory, I saw that the boy was really not in the dormitory.

Huang Weijie asked: "Where did Anting go?"

Yang Luyao shook his head and said: "I don't know. I heard that he asked for leave. He asked for several days of leave. God."

At this time.

Zhou Haojing couldn’t hold it any longer and shared what he saw and heard in the afternoon, guessing without reason: “Do you think there is a possibility that Anting’s child was born?”
< br />After hearing this, the other two people looked at each other and smiled, saying: "How is it possible?"

It's impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

Zhou Haojing is a serious person and continued: "But...if a relative or friend gives birth to a child, normal people will not take a few days off to come back.I went... Moreover, I have seen Anting's student file. He is a single-parent family and an only child. It is impossible for his father to give birth to the child! ? ”

This makes sense.

When cousins ​​give birth to children, they usually don’t go out of their way; they are not the closest family members.

At this point in the conversation, there was no conclusion.

But at this moment.

Huang Weijie looked through his circle of friends and seemed to have thought of something unbelievable. His pupils were shaking, and his phone was dropped. On the ground, he was startled, “I’m going! "

"What's wrong? " Zhou Haojing asked.

Huang Weijie trembled: "Did you get it right? Quickly look at the circle of friends or space, Anting is looking for a name, girl, surnamed An..."

And so.

While the boy was asking for leave to go home, a terrifying Rumors spread on campus.

——Freshman Anting, suspected of giving birth to a daughter out of wedlock.

　……

　“Hey~”< br />
At this moment, Anting and Song Ci have left the hospital and drove back to their home on Bauhinia Street in their hometown town.

Aunt Song and the baby will stay in the hospital tonight and will be discharged tomorrow , transferred to the confinement center; An's father will take care of him throughout the whole process. He will not be at home for the past month. At most, he will come back to make soup and go out again.

The front foot got off the car and An Ting called. A sneeze.

Song Ci worriedly asked: "Are you okay? Isn't it time to catch a cold? "

"It's okay, I always feel like someone is saying bad things about me behind my back. "Since his rebirth, Anting has never been sick, and he doesn't take it seriously for a small sneeze.

　"Pfft..."

" Although Song Ci's heart is mixed with a little something different, thoughts, but overall I am still happy.

It’s eleven o’clock at night.

It’s too late to come back. There are cars parked beside the fish pond on Bauhinia Street, and there are no more cars. Parking spaces can only be parked at the intersection of the street, in front of Uncle Wen’s food stall.

Although outsiders don’t know it, locals all know one thing – Bauhinia Street is probably the richest street in the town. In the streets, the production team earns the largest dividends every year.

With the passage of time and economic development, more and more families own private cars.

At night, cars are parked beside the fish pond and at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

The fireflies in elementary school and junior high school have disappeared.

Urbanization does not necessarily reflect the On buildings; on other things, one can seespot.

Before I knew it, four years had passed since I was reborn, and a lot of changes had taken place during this period.

"Hey, Xiaoting, Xiaoci, how are you?" In front of the food stall, Uncle Wen asked when he saw the two people coming back, while cooking.

He and An’s father are close friends, so he would naturally care a few words about such an important matter.

Nait is tied up next to the food stall. It is probably something that An’s father told him to do. Please ask Lao Wen to take a look at the dog.

An Ting replied: "Mother and daughter are safe."

"Congratulations, sit down and have something to eat. Uncle Wen invites you to have a supper. Look, you are all exhausted. "You haven't had dinner yet, right?"

As soon as these words came out.

Anting and Song Ci's stomachs growled at the same time. Thinking about it carefully, they both hadn't eaten since noon, so they were indeed starving.

The two looked at each other, blushed, and felt a little embarrassed.

Song Ci politely said: "That's troublesome, Uncle Wen."

"No trouble."

I don't know if it's dinner or a midnight snack.

Song Ci, who had always been gentle, felt a little anxious while eating.

After a gust of wind and lingering clouds, the two took Naite and went home together.

April is over, but the Bauhinia flowers on Bauhinia Street are still gorgeous and fragrant, permeating the old street shrouded in moonlight, except for the cars on one side that are a bit disharmonious.

Song Ci is expected to stay for three days and fly back to school on Sunday.

So I didn’t bring a lot of luggage, and I didn’t even use the suitcase. I just carried a schoolbag, packed some spring and summer clothes, and traveled light.

Although she was traveling lightly, this girl probably packed some books, so the weight was still there.

As she walked, Song Ci noticed that the weight of her schoolbag disappeared.

Stopping and looking back, he saw Anting standing behind him, holding the hanging ear of his schoolbag in one hand, so casually, so free and easy.

A warm late spring breeze blew by, and the flowers rained down.

That’s it.

In the rain of redbud flowers, I gazed speechlessly.

"What's wrong?" Anting asked.

Song Ci thought for a moment, shook her head indifferently, and replied: "Nothing, I just remembered that in middle school, you seemed to do this often, following me and secretly carrying my schoolbag."

“It’s not that you want it too muchQiang, always stuffing a lot of books into his schoolbag and not letting me help him carry them. "

"It's so magical. Every time I look back, you are still there and growing. ”

Looking back thousands of times

The boy I know well

will eventually grow up

and leave me. Go

“When I was in the third grade of junior high school, I was only 1.73 meters tall, but I have indeed grown a lot taller now. "

Unexpectedly.

The moment the words fell, Song Ci shook his head, put his hands behind his back, leaned sideways, with a rare hint of brilliance, and said: "No, It starts from the fourth grade of elementary school. ”

In the fourth grade of elementary school, Song Ci had just moved back to the small town. Out of sympathy, the boy followed Song Ci home for a while, and it was just a three-minute affair.

An Ting smiled bitterly: "I can't remember what happened so long ago..."

There were some vague pictures, but not very complete.

"It doesn't matter, I just remember it. ”

The wind stopped.

The tree stopped.

One of the redbud petals fell on Song Ci’s head.

Under the street lamp, Anting took a step forward and gently brushed the petals from the long straight black girl's hair, "I will always be there in the past, future, and present, as a family member, classmate, and friend. ”

　“Hmm. "In response, the girl with long black hair suddenly thought of something, lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, and said: "An Ting, do you still remember what you said that night in the hot spring? "

"What are you talking about? "

" During the two days and one night of soaking in the hot springs, a lot of things seemed to have been said. Anting was not sure which sentence the other party was referring to.

"You said, you are looking forward to this new life. The birth of life, I hope to make her the happiest existence in the world; I am actually the same. ”

Although Song Ci’s background is very good, in fact, he did not have a good childhood, and it was even devastated. It is all a pity.

If possible , she hopes that this sister will fulfill her regrets and not only have a perfect childhood, but also a wonderful life.

It’s just that.

The birth of this little life, and It is destined to increase Song Ci’s regrets.

At this moment, Song Ci is thinking that maybe he doesn’t like redbud flowers that much.

It’s really hard to learn to let go.

Thinking of this, Song Ci clenched her fists subconsciously, feeling a little uncomfortable.Reluctantly, I still hope that I can convey my feelings without hesitation.

Staring at the young man aside, he suddenly spoke.

"An Ting, I..."

Before he finished speaking.

The boy’s cell phone rang, and it was a call from his father. It turned out that he had thought of a good name and wanted to ask his children’s opinions.

After hanging up the phone, Song Ci was discouraged again.

　“Let’s go home.”

　“Yeah.”