She was startled and quickly looked around.

But then I saw him standing with his back to me on the shelf, craning his neck to look at the backpack hanging on it.

Song Yanzhi was slightly taken aback.

She remembered when she brought her two children to buy clothes in her previous life, the sales clerk gave her the wrong change. Pei Jichuan calculated it in an instant, and many people watched and praised him for being so smart, able to do math at such a young age.

She was pleasantly surprised, thinking that since the child was so smart, she would definitely have to send him to school in the future.

Fortunately, their residential compound has a childcare center, which is very inexpensive.

So she bought schoolbags for both children.

She didn't buy it for Xiaobao because she always thought he couldn't interact with outsiders, and she had no intention of sending him to school.

Looking back, Song Yanzhi felt like slapping himself twice.

Does Xiao Bao's current state mean that he actually wanted a small backpack in his past life?

"Xiao Bao, do you want this?" Song Yanzhi asked him.

Xiao Bao glanced back at her but didn't say anything.

He looked down at his toes, his thin face expressionless.

He didn't think his mother would buy him a schoolbag.

Everyone said he was stupid, that he was almost five years old and still couldn't say many words.

Other people's children are already learning to write.

Studying is a waste of money for an idiot.

But Xiao Bao didn't want to talk to them. It wasn't that he couldn't talk; he just didn't want to.

Song Yanzhi said to the sales clerk, "Could you please get me this backpack? I'd like my son to try it on."

Xiao Bao looked up at Song Yanzhi, unable to believe that she was actually going to buy it for him.

I've already bought so many clothes for myself, why do I still need to buy him a backpack?

He felt like he was dreaming.

And it was just a beautiful dream.

The sales clerk handed her the backpack, and perhaps seeing that Song Yanzhi had bought a lot, her attitude became much warmer. "This backpack is the most popular style among children now, and this is the last one."

"Since you bought so much, I'll give you a discount if you want it."

Song Yanzhi nodded, stuffed the schoolbag into her son's hands, and readily said, "I'll buy it."

Xiao Bao carefully carried his schoolbag and followed behind Song Yanzhi to the women's clothing store.

After changing into a dress, Song Yanzhi seemed to look several years younger.

She's only twenty-one or twenty-three years old and had previously neglected her appearance.

But they forgot that she was once a beautiful woman who was admired and adored since childhood.

Without hesitation, Song Yanzhi bought two for herself.

The mother and son left the department store with large and small bags, and Song Yanzhi took a detour to a traditional Chinese medicine shop.

The old Chinese medicine shop was dilapidated, but it attracted many visitors.

She waited a while before it was her turn.

The doctor looked at her complexion, then asked her to open her mouth so he could take her pulse.

Finally, he frowned and said, "Your health is very poor, you are severely deficient in qi and blood, and you have been ill for a long time." As he said this, he glanced at the child behind Song Yanzhi, frowned and said in a low voice, "This can't go on, you won't live long."

Song Yanzhi: "..."

Anyone else who heard that would probably be furious.

But Song Yanzhi knew very well that the other party was right.

She died young in her past life.

But now... death is impossible; I'll just have to survive for now.

Song Yanzhi asked, "Doctor, is there any way to treat this?"

The doctor nodded: "Yes, but it will require a long period of recuperation. Your body is too weak, so you need to combine exercise and dietary supplements to improve your physical fitness. Once your physical fitness improves and your resistance strengthens, you will gradually get better."

After saying that, he wrote her a prescription.

The doctor also said that she may have difficulty having a second child.

Song Yanzhi was silent for a moment; she had known about this when she gave birth to Xiaobao.

When the news reached the Pei family, her mother-in-law treated her coldly, even making her work before allowing her to rest during her postpartum period.

This is also the reason why Song Yanzhi's health is so poor now.

After getting the medicine according to the doctor's prescription, Song Yanzhi took her son home.

Seeing that she had bought a lot of things, and that Xiao Bao was carrying a new schoolbag, the people in the compound looked at her with surprise: "Isn't this Xiao Bao? You bought a new schoolbag. Are you planning to send him to school?"

The aunt who spoke was quite familiar with Song Yanzhi; she was called Aunt Li. Her tone was somewhat surprised, but not malicious.

Looking at her son, who was completely absorbed in his own world, Song Yanzhi smiled gently and said, "Yes, Xiaobao will be five years old soon. Let's send him to the preschool class to learn some basics first, so we won't have to worry about him falling behind when he goes to first grade."

Aunt Li laughed and said, "That's true. I think Xiao Bao is very smart, even though he doesn't talk much. The other day when you weren't home, he even took in the laundry by himself. And wouldn't you know it, it just started raining right after he finished taking in the laundry?"

Song Yanzhi was slightly taken aback and glanced at her son.

The next second, my thoughts were interrupted by a child's voice, "Grandma, I want the same schoolbag as Xiaobao."

It is Li Tiezhu, the grandson of Aunt Li.

He had run out of the house at some point, and now, sniffling, he was gazing enviously at Xiao Bao's new schoolbag.

My eyes widened in disbelief.

Have you seen Xiao Bao in just one day? He's become so glamorous!

Aunt Li rolled her eyes at her grandson, "You little rascal, how could I let you ruin such a good schoolbag? Go play somewhere else."

She then looked at Song Yanzhi and said, "By the way, Xiao Song, I'm also planning to take my son Tiezhu to the preschool. When are you going? Just call me, and we'll go together."

Song Yanzhi nodded.

I'm home.

Pei Jichuan and his sister were squatting in the yard washing clothes.

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