After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 437 If you confess again

The next day.

Aunt Song and Dad An participated in a one-day trip organized by the Zijing Street Sub-district Office.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, after Xiao Ansong took a nap, Anting and Song Ci went out, driving a sports car.

Anting is already famous enough. If possible, he would like to keep a low profile when going out.

It was purely because Song Ci wanted to try driving this car.

Anting still retains his original view of Song Ci - this girl who looks well-behaved, calm and reserved has the potential to be rebellious and wild.

City C is a third- and fourth-tier city.

In the past, there were many chemical factories, clothing factories, and some light industries, and the population import and population export were equal. With the development of environmental governance and the deepening of urbanization, the population export is greater than the population import.

A city like this will eventually return to desertedness during the Spring Festival.

Along the way, the car drove along the national highway connecting the north and south urban areas. At the entrance of the national highway into Nancheng District, we saw a second commercial center that had just opened recently.

It should have been officially opened a week ago, and a series of activities were held. It was crowded and lively at the moment.

While driving, Song Ci suggested, "Would you like to go there for a stroll?"

Anting shook his head and said, "No, let's go to the city square."

"You are really nostalgic..."

"It doesn't matter. I can separate personal emotions and official business. The second business center and secret base have already been set up."

Song Ci didn't force it, just said: "Yes."

soon.

The car drove a few more kilometers and arrived at the city square.

It is impossible not to be affected by the second commercial center here. The flow of people is much less, but it is still within an acceptable range. It is quite satisfactory and not deserted or crowded. On the contrary, it is very suitable for shopping, especially with a baby.

When the sports car was parked in the open-air parking lot of the square, many passers-by gathered their eyes.

Under the curious and hot gazes, Anting got out of the car carrying a baby bag and pushing a stroller with a baby in it; Song Ci also got out of the driver's seat.

actually…

From the perspective of others, there is still a slight contrast. I thought I would see handsome men and beautiful women, but in fact I did, but there was an extra baby.

It gives people a sense of déjà vu as a hot daddy.

Like many boys, Anting is indifferent to shopping and may even be a little impatient.

However, if it is to help little Ansong buy new clothes, then I will be very happy.

After all, it is just a commercial center in a small city. There are no international brands or luxury goods, but only some popular brands. Anting and Song Ci don't care about these, and they move to the children's or baby area with a tacit understanding.

As soon as they entered the store, they were mistaken for the parents of their children, shopping as a family of three.

After all, An Song does have many similarities with these two people.

These days, in small cities like this, there are indeed some people who get married and have children very early, not just as early as normal, but early beyond the legal limit.

The store clerk was not very surprised by this pair of parents who looked to be just over 20 years old.

Of course, their outstanding looks still make them the center of attention.

It happened that the store manager caught the business opportunity, put his hands together, and promoted a parent-child outfit. As the name suggests, it is a complete set for a family of three.

Out of novelty, the three of them put on this parent-child outfit, which made everyone present a little envious.

It seems to be tailor-made and looks very good.

Anting and Song Ci looked at each other, a little embarrassed, because they were not the child's parents, but just siblings. It was a bit strange to wear such parent-child attire.

The store manager thought that the two of them were dissatisfied with the price, so he took the opportunity to express his purpose and said: "If you three are willing to take a set of photos for our store, I can give this set of clothes to you. Don't worry, I won't delay you." For a long time, within an hour, I was the photographer, fast!”

Anting refused without hesitation, "No."

Some time ago, Anting accidentally became popular on the Internet. The whole world knew that he was rich, so he just wanted to be conspicuous and even brought his baby with him.

This is 2012, social security has been very stable, but there are still some concerns.

Naturally, he refused.

The store manager didn't force it.

At this time, Xiao Ansong grabbed Anting with one hand and Song Ci with the other.

Seeing the eager look in the little guy's eyes, Anting decided to buy this parent-child outfit.

For hygienic reasons, I walked out without any clothes on, so I changed back into private clothes before leaving the clothing store.

It's about four o'clock in the afternoon.

It’s too early to eat, and there’s nothing to do when I get home.

"An Ting, why don't you go to the secret base to buy a drink first, and then go to the high school for a walk. It's been a long time since I went back to my alma mater."

After hearing Song Ci's suggestion, Anting nodded and agreed, "Well, let's take a walk."

The two pushed the crib and first walked into the secret base. There was no one they knew here, whether they were clerks or customers.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the wall of memories.

Bao Weiwei always complains about these useless efforts, but it is these seemingly useless efforts that record our youth.

Youth itself may be cheap or even worthless.

However, it is of great significance in our minds.

The new year is approaching, students are on vacation, and office workers are also welcoming the annual vacation one after another. There are still many customers in the store. Although it is an Anting store, I still queue up honestly to save trouble.

"I want a glass of signature..."

When Song Ci finished speaking, Anting was about to speak, but was interrupted.

Song Ci smiled slightly and said, "You are responsible for carrying the baby bag and the stroller, but you have no hands to hold anything. I don't want to carry two cups by myself."

Hearing this, Anting was a little stunned and didn't know why.

next second.

Song Ci added: "I'll reluctantly have a drink with you."

As she spoke, Song Ci flicked the black hair beside her ear, her pretty face blushing slightly. She was not the kind of girl who took the initiative, but she couldn't be reserved any longer.

And this time. When little Ansong reaches the age of babbling, he always likes to be a repeater, saying word by word: "One cup! One cup!"

Anting smiled and said, "Yeah."

Soon.

The signature drink is ready.

Anting and Song Ci returned to the car. It was still a kilometer or two away from the school. It was impossible to walk there, so they drove the car to the gymnasium, which is near the slope outside the school.

Although I can drive the car to the school gate, I still want to revisit the long slope outside the school.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and with the holiday of No. 1 Middle School, there are naturally no street stalls here, and even some shops are closed. The sweet-scented osmanthus trees on both sides are bare and desolate.

Anting pushed the stroller and walked along the long slope outside the school.

Song Ci took a sip of the drink, then stretched it out in front of Anting and said, "Want a sip?"

"Ah."

Indirect kissing or something like that is no longer important.

Many things have changed, but strawberry-flavored redbud flowers will never change.

A group of three people arrived at the school gate. They thought they could easily walk in, but they discovered that the school had an electronic access control and required a student card or work permit to enter.

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Everything is developing and everything is being standardized.

Gradually they became a little unkind.

After all, it was the winter vacation, and neither the teachers nor the students should be around and couldn't find anyone to take them in.

however.

Just when the two thought they were about to return home in defeat, an unexpected person appeared on the other side of the school gate. The old principal, who was about 1.6 meters tall, waved to Anting and said hello.

"Long time no see, classmate An."

"Old principal, do you still remember me?"

"I remember both of you... the girl who was admitted to Qingbei; the boy from the secret base..."

Hearing this, Anting seemed to remember something and laughed: "I almost forgot, old principal, you are a master of chaos."

"Hahaha."

The old principal smiled and asked the guard to let him go.

After the three of them came in together, the old principal became more and more friendly. He bent down, looked at the baby on the stroller, and said in surprise: "Oh, you all have children."

Upon hearing this, Anting and Song Ci looked at each other, shook their heads, and said, "No... it's more complicated to say."

"Then stop talking and go for a walk. You are here to go shopping at your alma mater, not to accompany an old braggart like me."

I have to say that the old principal is pragmatic and straightforward.

After saying these words, he waved his hands and walked away silently.

Anting and Song Ci did not take any time off, pushing their strollers through every inch of campus land, including track and field fields, basketball courts, campus slopes, classrooms, administrative buildings, art buildings...

I basically walked through everything except the student dormitories.

At last.

Parked on the slope inside the school, the osmanthus trees here are as bare and lifeless as the long slope outside the school.

Under the rugged light and shadow, Anting noticed the raised corners of Song Ci's mouth and asked curiously: "What are you laughing at?"

"Suddenly I remembered a lot of things from the past. In the first year of high school, you pretended to be my boyfriend, participated in the dance performance at the New Year's party with Qiao Liang, rode a pony to pick up takeaways, and raised cats in the utility room together; in the second year of high school, you often threw me here. Feeding us girls, the two of them accidentally tied our feet..."

"It always feels like a long time has passed..."

As he listened, Anting felt a little dazed. These things seemed like yesterday, and they seemed very far away.

The good memories of this life can almost cover the sadness of the past life.

Song Ci asked curiously: "Do you still remember the time bag buried in our junior high school's 100-day swearing-in ceremony?"

"Well, the ten-year agreement is still a few years away."

They are 15 years old in the third grade of junior high school, and they will be 25 years old in ten years. But now they are both 21 years old, and they have four years to go, so they are already halfway through.

Song Ci said again: "Do you really not remember what you wrote in the time bag?"

Anting shook his head and said truthfully: "I have no impression."

"puff…"

"No, what are you laughing at?"

Song Ci said: "If you want to know, I can tell you what you wrote in the time bag."

Anting was a little stunned at this moment, and then he suddenly realized and said contemptuously: "You are so bad, you peek at other people's things!"

Ok.

Yes.

When she was in junior high school, Song Ci was the class monitor. The time bag was given to Song Ci in advance two days before the 100-day swearing-in meeting, which happened to be Friday. She did have the opportunity to see what others had written.

"Idiot, I only read your..."

He is cold by nature and is indifferent to others.

"Hey, have you liked me since junior high school?" Anting joked.

Song Ci shook his head and said: "No, didn't I confess to you at the time? Plus I just found out that you are my stepbrother, and some things that happened when I was a child, I am a little curious."

For the sake of a sense of ceremony four years later, Anting didn’t want to know what he had written at that time, and couldn’t resist his curiosity, so he still asked: “Reveal a little bit…”

Song Ci chuckled and said, "You confessed your love to me above."

"real or fake?"

"real!"

"It's so bad, it instantly ruined my expectations for the future!"

"Hahaha." With a full smile, Song Ci was rarely lively and a little sincere, and said: "If you confess to me now, I will agree to you unconditionally."

(End of this chapter)