He even wondered whether he should keep him in the brigade headquarters to do some odd jobs, provide him with two meals, and give him a single bed in the brigade headquarters to ensure that he could grow up safely.
He had never thought of adopting a child. After all, he was an unmarried older man and didn't know how to take care of a child.
Moreover, he hadn't even married Zhang Chunxue yet, and he was afraid that Zhang Chunxue would have objections to him adopting a child with no blood relationship.
But what no one expected was that Zhang Chunxue actually offered to adopt the child.
However, although there is nothing wrong with the reason Zhang Chunxue just gave, a little thought will reveal that it is actually somewhat untenable.
After all, the Zhong family has so many relatives and friends. If, as Zhang Chunxue said, they were just helping to take care of Zhong Yuanyuan while she was doing business, there would be no need to adopt a little boy of unknown identity.
Song Xingzhi was just thinking about it when he heard Zhang Chunxue muttering.
"Such a poor little mute..."
"He's so pitiful. I don't know how much suffering and pain he's endured..."
When Song Xingzhi saw her appearance, he suddenly realized that his sister Chunxue was such a kind person.
It must be because Zhou Mingli told her this after she returned that she felt compassion, so she came over to check on the situation overnight.
As a result, the little mute's injuries made her feel even more distressed, so she decided to adopt him.
After all, Zhang Chunxue was about to start a business, and giving food to a seven or eight-year-old child was actually not a big deal.
He looked at Zhang Chunxue tenderly: "If Sister Chunxue is really willing to adopt this child, then it will really be his luck."
"Actually, I was also worried about what to do with him. I couldn't possibly rescue him, heal his injuries, and then throw him out again..."
He looked at the little mute again, and his voice became much gentler: "This aunt wants to adopt you, are you willing?"
The little mute had not yet recovered from the shock. He stared blankly at Song Xingzhi, then at Zhang Chunxue, and then he let out a "ahhhh".
Neither of them understood what he meant.
Song Xingzhi patted the little mute directly and said, "Don't get excited. Just nod or shake your head."
"Nodding means agreement, shaking your head means disagreement... So what's your opinion?"
The little mute couldn't help swallowing.
Someone wants to adopt him, but is there really anyone who wants to adopt him?
Does anyone really care about someone like him?
Everything that happened today seemed like a dream to me.
He originally thought he was waiting to die, but he had been adopted by such a handsome uncle for a long time, and now there was a gentle and kind aunt who wanted to adopt him...
If he had not heard from Dr. Yuan that this uncle was the clerk of the brigade, he would almost think that these two people were in collusion to kidnap him.
But a man like him is a mute, not even worth kidnapping.
Seeing both of them looking at him expectantly, the little mute couldn't help but licking his lips, and finally nodded with difficulty but solemnly.
Zhang Chunxue immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and her nose felt sore.
She quickly lowered her head and blinked her eyes to prevent herself from crying in front of Song Xingzhi.
After calming down, Zhang Chunxue looked at Song Xingzhi.
"Speaking of which, Xingzhi, how did you meet this child?"
Song Xingzhi recounted the story of how he saved the little mute, and at the end added, "It's a good thing I happened to find him today, otherwise with his injuries, I think he might not have survived."
Zhang Chunxue touched the little mute's head with heartache.
She knew that the little mute could survive, but she didn't know whether he did it on his own or was saved by other kind people.
After all, she met him a year later in her previous life.
After Song Xingzhi finished speaking, he seemed to remember something: "Sister Chunxue, I don't know the child's name..."
"I asked him before if he had a name, but he just shook his head. It seems no one has given him a name."
"Why don't you pick one for him, Sister Haruyuki?"
Zhang Chunxue's heart moved.
The little mute had a name in his previous life, just like the three brothers of the Zhong family, with the surname Zhong.
But Zhang Chunxue didn't intend to let him be called this name in this life.
"No name? Then follow my surname?" Zhang Chunxue thought so, and her eyes inadvertently fell on Song Xingzhi who was standing beside her.
For some reason, Zhang Chunxue's heart trembled.
She couldn't help but blurt out: "How about you just pick a name?"
Song Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, then realized that Zhang Chunxue was worried that Zhang Chunxue herself was uneducated and the name she came up with would not sound nice, or maybe it was because he was the one who saved the little mute, so she asked him to name the child.
So he thought about it and said, "Just call me Zhang..."
Zhang Chunxue interrupted him: "Song, last name Song."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt embarrassed and quickly looked away.
Song Xingzhi was also stunned.
Why the surname Song?
Only then did he remember that his last name seemed to be Song.
This child... was to take his last name, but was adopted by Zhang Chunxue...
Does this mean that this child will be their son in the future?
Song Xingzhi's face turned expressionless for a moment.
It wasn't because he was indifferent to the matter, but because he was overly excited, causing his entire facial system to be completely out of balance and completely unable to make an effective response.
Overall, I was just overjoyed.
Song Xingzhi was now overwhelmed with joy, and the little mute was also full of anticipation.
He has no name, at least he doesn't know what his name is.
Because as long as he can remember, he has been alone, working hard to survive every day.
He doesn't know where he came from, nor who his parents and relatives are.
Everyone called him the little mute because he couldn't speak.
But now he can finally have his own name.
If Song Xingzhi had just wanted to give the little mute a name with good meaning, he would have already given the little mute a name according to his generation.
His generation is the Xing generation, and his next generation is the Yan generation.
He thought about it, then spoke uncertainly: "Why not call me Song Yanshen?"
His eldest brother's son is called Song Yanze, so it can be seen that they are brothers.
Zhang Chunxue immediately made the decision: "Okay, let's call it this."
She turned around and touched the little mute's head: "From now on, your name will be Song Yanshen..."
"When you're discharged and go home, ask your sister to teach you how to write... Next time someone asks you your name, you can write it and tell them."
The little mute couldn't hide his excitement and immediately nodded heavily.
He has a name... He has a home! He has a family!
After confirming the little mute's name, Song Xingzhi looked at the time on his watch.
"Sister Haruyuki, why don't you go back first? It's already this late. Why don't you come visit him tomorrow?"
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