Extra: Notes

After Xiaojiu sent the message "We will see each other again", Wen Zhile called him many times but received no response.

Since we met, Xiaojiu has never been like this.

He always responded promptly and wouldn't keep her waiting for so long.

Unless he's gone.

After a long time, Wen Zhile finally felt that he had really left, and sadness surged in her heart.

Although she had only met Xiaojiu once, Xiaojiu had accompanied her with his writings for seven years.

To Wen Zhile, Xiaojiu is a friend, a relative, and even a benefactor.

She pursed her lips tightly, and the seven years of interaction with Xiaojiu came flooding back to her uncontrollably, making her even sadder.

Afraid that her family might hear her and get worried, she tried hard to hold back her tears, but tears still rolled down her eyes.

My mood turned into actual discomfort at this moment, and when I came to my senses, my eyes were already red and swollen.

Wen Zhile got out of bed, walked to the cup of water, and simply washed her face with the warm water in the cup.

When you calm down, open the door and go out.

Zhou Jihuai took Xiaoqi downstairs to play, but was called out by the soldiers, so he handed the child to his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Two people, one guarding each side of the cradle.

Wen Zhile walked to the stairs and heard their sighs.

"Our Xiaoqi is really grown up, and he looks exactly like Zhizhi when he was little."

"well."

"If that child had been born, he would have been as beloved as Xiao Qi."

"If the baby is born, it would be eighteen this year."

She paused, and the conversation she overheard by chance when Xingxing was playing at her house a few years ago suddenly came to her mind.

At that time, my parents also said, "The name... is ready."

The hair dryer was too loud and she couldn't hear clearly.

After asking Xiaojiu, the answer I got was: [Your parents are talking about Uncle Qin. ]

But now Uncle Qin and Xingxing are not here, why would Mom and Dad think of Uncle Qin because of Xiaoqi?

"Mom and Dad."

"What are you talking about?"

She walked downstairs quickly, and Shu Ying and Wen Shuren turned around when they heard her voice.

Wen Zhile continued to ask: "What child?"

Seeing that she heard it, the two looked at each other.

Shu Ying said, "It happened a long time ago."

"When you were five years old, I was pregnant with a child."

"Then I fell and lost my grip."

Wen Zhile was stunned.

"Is it a boy or a girl?"

"boy."

"The name has been chosen. It's Wen Jiugong."

"It comes from the same poem as your name."

"Year after year, practice inaction and you will know the joy of the nine merits."

“…”

"Zhizhi." Zhou Jihuai came in from the door and saw her standing next to the cradle. He picked up a blanket from the sofa and covered her back.

Wen Zhile grasped the edge of the blanket woodenly. The three men noticed that she looked strange and asked her worriedly.

Wen Zhile shook her head: "It's nothing, I just didn't get enough rest."

"I'll go upstairs and get some sleep."

Zhou Jihuai was worried and accompanied her back to the room.

Wen Zhile sat down on the edge of the bed and Zhou Jihuai took off her shoes.

"Honey, what did your parents say to you?"

Wen Zhile pursed her lips, hugged his waist, and pressed her cheek against him.

"I just found out that I was supposed to have a younger brother."

Wen Zhile was not sure whether Xiaojiu was the child that her mother aborted.

But the balance in my heart involuntarily leans towards a positive answer.

Wen Jiugong, Xiaojiu.

There is a connection between the two names.

But objectively speaking, the child was not born.

But what if he was born in his previous life?

If nothing unexpected happens, his parents will name him Wen Jiugong.

Wen Zhile felt extremely confused.

Zhou Jihuai touched her hair and said, "Go to sleep."

She hummed, and grabbed his hand with a confused mind: "Hubby, stay with me."

Even if she didn't say it, Zhou Jihuai was still worried about leaving her alone.

The two of them lay down with their clothes on, and Zhou Jihuai held her in his arms.

…

Tiandao returned with a body exactly the same as Xiaojiu's.

With a tap of her fingertips, the boy's soul was sucked into his body.

It took him about ten seconds to adjust, then he opened his eyes and stood up.

Tiandao stroked his beard and nodded with a smile.

"You can enter the plane now."

Xiaojiu thanked him respectfully and couldn't wait to step into the vortex that appeared out of thin air in front of him.

After a brief moment of dizziness, my feet finally touched solid ground.

What appeared before him was the booming Jingzhou streets.

At the same time, the heavens' instructions fell into his ears:

"Always remember your mission."