Chapter 2.002 Song Xiaoli has no biological parents.

In previous years, fabric was extremely scarce, and most families couldn't even scrape together enough fabric for one person's new clothes in a year. Nowadays, fabric ration coupons have been loosened somewhat, but it's still not easy to buy fabric, so every household has the habit of stockpiling fabric.

If a family has children's old clothes, as long as they are not worn out, they will be washed and stored away, either to be passed on to younger children or to be used elsewhere.

Just like the clothes Song Wanxia wore when she was a child, several of them can still be found today.

Yesterday, after the head of the family gave the order to allow Song Wanxia to raise the child she had taken in, Zhang Lian went to search through the large wooden cabinet and found the old clothes that Song Wanxia wore when she was three to five years old. She took them to the river to wash them along with the clothes that had been mended before.

When Song Wanxia returned from town with her child and her older brother, the clothes she had washed yesterday afternoon were already dry and ready to be worn by the child.

Song Wanxia put the child on the bed, gently covered him with a blanket, and then rummaged through the pile of small clothes.

"Luckily, I don't have any sisters, and I still have some of my old clothes left over, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find clothes for the baby to wear for a while." She muttered to herself, not noticing that the little baby, who hadn't woken up since yesterday, had opened his eyes, stared blankly for a while, and then stared at Song Wanxia in surprise.

Song Wanxia was oblivious and continued picking out clothes.

Back then, her father had served in the army, rising to the rank of platoon leader. He was discharged after injuring his leg during a mission and became a mid-level manager at a textile factory in town. He was in charge of the transportation team and secretly engaged in some buying and selling, accumulating considerable wealth over more than ten years. He doted on his youngest daughter, and the clothes he bought for Song Wanxia were made of the finest cotton fabric.

These little clothes were carefully preserved, and even after many years, they were not too badly damaged, although the colors had inevitably faded quite a bit.

Song Wanxia chose a pullover cotton long-sleeved shirt, a button-down thin jacket, and a pair of corduroy pants.

"Put this t-shirt on the baby first." As she spoke, she folded the other clothes and put them in the closet. When she got to the door, she asked her mother loudly, "Mom, I remember I had two knitted cardigans when I was little, why didn't you take them out with me?"

In May, the weather isn't fully warm yet, so the children need to wear more layers to keep warm.

Zhang Lian was downstairs when she heard her daughter's question. She hurried upstairs and tapped her daughter's forehead helplessly. "The yarn I used to make your clothes was good yarn, such rare stuff. You couldn't fit into it anymore, so I took it apart and made two pieces into one. I also made a thick sweater for you to wear underneath. Have you forgotten?"

The good yarn that Song Mingyi got was actually just some high-quality yarn with minor flaws, obtained through connections; the color was only slightly uneven. He didn't get much—only one large roll of red and one large roll of green—which he used to make cardigans for Song Wanxia. Later, the yarn was unraveled and re-knitted into red and green sweaters, but Song Wanxia didn't like them and only wore them under her cotton-padded coat in winter.

When her mother mentioned it, she remembered it.

Song Wanxia touched her nose a little embarrassedly, "I just couldn't remember for a moment."

"You were thinking of putting a coat on the little girl, right? I found one, didn't I? It'll be warm soon, so let her wear that one for now until it gets hot. The little girl is a bit clean, and she wears her clothes for a long time, unlike your little nephew."

Song Wanxia's older brother has two sons. The elder son attends the town's primary school and used to come home with Song Wanxia every day. Now that Song Wanxia is on a month-long break, the family is worried about the young boy traveling alone, so they've arranged for him to stay at school. The younger son, not yet of primary school age, isn't as obedient as his brother and spends all his time playing outside, often coming home covered in dirt. The family is constantly worried about this younger son.

"He's still young. He'll be more obedient when he grows up," Song Wanxia casually reassured him.

“You can tell what a person will be like as a child,” Zhang Lian shook her head. “His brother was also well-behaved when he was young, unlike him who is so mischievous. Forget it, let’s not talk about him anymore, your sister-in-law will be unhappy if she hears this.”

After a moment of silence, Zhang Lian remembered the purpose of her special trip upstairs. "By the way, in the future, if you ask me for something, don't shout like that anymore. If your uncle's family next door hears you, they'll think about coming to our house to steal things again."

Song Wanxia only had one uncle who lived next door. Both houses were rare two-story houses in the village, but the money and materials for building the houses were all paid for by Song Wanxia's father.

My uncle's family was really looking to take advantage of Song Wanxia's family. Originally, my eldest brother could have gotten a good job at the textile factory thanks to my father. My father had even completed the procedures to step down early and prepare a permanent position for his eldest son. But my grandparents came over and made a huge fuss, and the job was snatched away by my cousin next door.

Song Wanxia's father believed that suffering a loss was a blessing. At that time, her grandparents were still alive, and as the unfavored eldest son's family, Song Wanxia's family suffered a lot, but her younger brother's side didn't seem to receive much blessing in return.

However, now that her grandparents are gone, without the elderly to help her make trouble, Song Wanxia's father is no longer as tolerant as before. In addition, her sister-in-law dares to argue with that family and is very fierce. As a result, her brother-in-law has not come to her family to seek benefits for a while.

Even so, recalling the things her uncle had taken from her home all those years ago, Song Wanxia still felt a lingering fear. She had been married for so long that she had forgotten about it upon her return; otherwise, she definitely wouldn't have loudly asked about the woolen sweater on the second floor.

My uncle's family has a granddaughter who is not even two years old yet.

“My baby is three years old, and my uncle’s daughter is two. The two girls are too close in age. I’m afraid they’ll have to keep an eye on our baby from now on.” Song Wanxia said with some worry.

But she couldn't let her beloved baby suffer just to avoid her uncle's family keeping an eye on him.

Her mother understood her thoughts. "Now you can understand how I felt when they took your things from me, right?"

Both mother and daughter wore wry smiles.

Zhang Lian patted her daughter's back to comfort her, "It's alright. Grandpa and Grandma are gone now, they can't control our family anymore. Use whatever good things you have at home. Also, since you're going to raise that little girl, you have to give her a name. You've been calling her 'Little Baby,' are you thinking of naming her Song Baobao?"

"No way!" Song Wanxia said with a look of resistance. Her annoying cousin's nickname was Baobao, and his full name was Song Dianbao, which also contained the character "Bao". She didn't want her beloved daughter to have the same name as that guy.

"Then you should think of a name for her, otherwise what will the family call her? She's not a baby anymore, she's a three-year-old."

"Hmm..." Song Wanxia hesitated for a while, then vaguely remembered that when she found this naked little baby by the stream in the back mountain, a red carp had just leaped up and splashed a few drops of cool stream water onto the baby. The meaning was quite auspicious. "Let's call him Song Xiaoli, the 'Li' in carp."

Hearing this conversation from inside the house, Song Xiaoli couldn't help but shed tears.

After so many years, she saw her mother's face again, heard her mother's voice again, and even heard her mother's naming process.

Is this what the young people of the future will call "rebirth"?

Unexpectedly, she actually had this opportunity.

In this life, she did not lose her memory because she was hit on the head by her mother's cousin, so she clearly knew her origins and no longer had to worry in her heart about her biological parents coming to find her and taking her away from her mother.

Song Xiaoli held her chubby little hands up to her eyes and wiped away her tears. Having been reborn, she realized that she was a life form created by a small world that imitated humans on Earth. This small world then possessed her, exhausting its power to send her to this planet. The purpose of the small world creating her and bringing her to Earth was to allow her to integrate as much of that small world as possible into this Earthly world.

Because her little world had too few species, was too small, and only had a relatively humid temperate environment, it was simply not capable of autonomously evolving intelligent life before its extinction. Unwilling to simply disappear, the little world had no choice but to merge into the stable larger world; it chose Earth and created Song Xiaoli for this purpose.

"Given a second chance at life, I can't let all my efforts in this small world go to waste again, and... this time, I'm going to stay by my mother's side and not go abroad to study."

In her past life, after losing her memory, Song Xiaoli only knew that she was a child adopted by Song Wanxia, ​​and the reason for her abandonment was unknown. Perhaps her biological parents were looking for her. After losing her memory, she was not good at expressing her feelings. Even though she liked to be close to her mother, she only thought that she should be more obedient and well-behaved, and more outstanding, like her lovable older brother, so that she could make her mother happy. She would not cling to her mother or act spoiled, and she would not disturb her mother's work much.

Later, after meeting a friend who had experienced psychological trauma, I realized that what her mother needed most during this period was just a clingy, willful child.

If she knew all this, she would definitely cling to her mother even more. She would study hard, but she would never again leave her mother to study abroad just to make her mother proud. In her past life, she went abroad to study, and when she returned, she was never able to see her mother again.

My mother was a sentimental person who kept her feelings bottled up. Song Xiaoli couldn't comfort her, and back then, there was no such thing as depression. My mother always seemed quite normal, just quiet. But after Song Xiaoli went abroad, my mother, who lived alone, fell from the balcony of her home, whether accidentally or intentionally, and lost her life.

When Song Xiaoli returned and learned the news, she was completely stunned.

Now that she has a chance to start over, all she wants to do is integrate into her little world while making her mother happy and being a clingy little darling!