After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 213 First Anniversary
"An Ting, if you have a girlfriend in the future, who is more important, her or me?"

Song Ci was 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 Anting with her.

Song Ci didn't expect that she had such a strong desire to possess.

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

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

Just when this topic came up, 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 action of gravity, her clothes turned over and her hair Likewise.

The strange movements with unclear meaning reflected her uneasiness in expecting the boy's answer.

She was waiting for 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 young man replied: "Nonsense, you must be more important..."

The boy's voice was transformed into text messages and electrical signals. Through electromagnetic waves, it directly hit the girl's brain, making her heart tremble and pounding. The delicate body that was originally attached to the wallpaper suddenly fell down and raised her buttocks, regardless of her body posture. Ya, still looking at the phone, a little happy.

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: "Are these two people never tired of falling in love? They have 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.

Song Ci was stunned for a few seconds, then 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-hearted, 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 spent nine years of compulsory work. In a real sense, she grew up together and lost her gender concept directly.

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

"It's terrible to be the girlfriend of a scumbag like you. Your status is too low. Fortunately, I'm your sister and my status is very high."

Hearing Song Ci's complaints, Anting smiled bitterly and was 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.

Chatterbox opened.

Song Ci was moved and said: "When I was in junior high school, I often saw you playing irresponsibly with those younger sisters. I couldn't help thinking - a scumbag like you will one day meet someone who can abuse you." Your girl will definitely be fun."

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

But, that is impossible.

"Hey, I didn't expect the seemingly perfect squad leader to have such terrible thoughts." An Ting 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 awhile.

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

"Yeah, me too... It's 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 the first anniversary of Anting and Song Ci becoming family, it's also the first anniversary of the boy's rebirth and return.

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? Let's enjoy the flowers by the way."

"Ah."

……

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 went through rituals. Now, he began to pick up various festivals.

this night.

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

The family had a sumptuous dinner at a 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 a second marriage.

Seeing this, An's father followed him and said, "Xu, look at the enthusiasm of the children."

It was hard to refuse such kindness. Aunt Song clasped her hands together and made a wish for the strawberry cake. She said 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. He probably had to keep his affection for Song Ci deeply hidden.

Song Ci is fine, she still doesn't understand her own heart.

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

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

"Ah! Bad guy!" Anting ran away.

In the spring night.

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

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

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! ! !
In 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 mistake, 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, was startled for a moment, 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, I never asked you, how did you and Aunt Song meet?"

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

Sensing the curious gazes of their children, Father An and Aunt Song both became shy and blushed. Although they didn't really want to answer, they didn't quell the children's curiosity.

……

That night.

An's father might have been drunk, so he got interested. He took out a long-dusted photo album from under the bed in the room and flipped through it one by one to Anting and Song Ci.

"Xiao Ci, your mother was born and raised in a small town. She and I were classmates and friends who grew up together. It's just that I'm stupid, don't like to study, and couldn't get into high school and college; while your mother is very smart, and the more she gets better, the better. Study farther and farther, until I am beyond my reach.”

"Have you ever been in love?" Song Ci asked tangledly.

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 felt a little uncomfortable when she heard such words.

She just has physical mysophobia + mental mysophobia, which add up to perfectionism.

Hearing this, Aunt Song blushed, smiled, shook her head and said: "No, Lao An has been a gentle and undisciplined person since he was a child. He will not actively pursue me, but just look at me silently. behind."

When Song Ci heard that Uncle An had been looking at her mother's back, she subconsciously looked at An Ting, as if she had thought of something. This boy also liked 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 gave a troubled smile and said: "At that time... I always felt that I was not worthy. I hope that one day I can walk side by side with your mother, but I am 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.

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

Hearing this, Anting and Song Ci didn't believe it.

Seeing that the two of them didn't believe it, they opened the photo album directly.

The two of them looked at the photo album and couldn't help but be surprised.

The middle-aged and fat man in front of him was one of the handsomest in his youth. He looked very gentle, almost a good old man without a temper. If he had yellow hair, he would probably be like Minato Namikaze.

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.

Followed by.

Song Ci looked at Anting, and in a rare playful moment, she touched the boy's strong belly and joked: "An Ting, 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 do you want to become a middle-aged and fat uncle, but you also want to become an old man together with Song Ci." Grandpa and grandma.”

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

In this life, Anting wants to go 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 ended with the whole family enjoying themselves.

……

The redbuds are blooming.

Redbud flowers fall.

In the blink of an eye, spring is over.

Midterm exam in April.

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

Unfortunately, the agreement he made with 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 dismissal 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 an application form for arts and sciences. I hope everyone will think about this issue carefully based on their own circumstances."

Ok…

It was finally time to separate arts and sciences.

Although it sounds like a serious topic, it's actually not that suspenseful.

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

Followed by.

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

(End of this chapter)