Extra: Uncle and aunt, my name is Wen Jiugong

Wen Zhile shook her head lightly.

"You must have wanted to talk to them for seven years."

"So even if you see them for the first time after you come back, it's not fast."

She pushed Xiaojiu into the car and got in herself.

The car drove to the Foreign Languages ​​Department teachers' office building.

As they walked upstairs, Wen Zhile glanced at him from time to time.

"Xiaojiu."

"How long can you stay this time?"

She had countless questions in her mind, but she only asked this one question.

Xiao Jiu smiled at her: "I can stay as long as I want."

Wen Zhile's anxious heart finally let go, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

"My mom only has one class in the morning. She and I have an appointment to have lunch together in the cafeteria. She should be waiting for me in the office right now."

"I'll see her later..."

"Sister," Xiaojiu interrupted her, "when you see mom, tell her that I'm a friend you just met."

"You can tell me the name as it is." Many years ago, Xiaojiu heard with his own ears that his parents said that they had already named the child who was aborted early in life.

As expected, it is also "Wen Jiu Gong".

After all, this child should have been himself.

However, the real world is ultimately based on science. People who have not personally experienced the supernatural will not think of the relatively absurd truth, no matter how many coincidences they encounter.

So it's harmless to tell your parents your name.

Wen Zhile agreed.

Although he didn't show it on his face, he felt quite disappointed inside.

If it weren't for her, Xiaojiu wouldn't even be able to call mom and dad.

Shu Ying was organizing course materials at her workstation. When she looked up and saw her daughter coming in, she raised her brows and asked, "Zhizhi?"

"Weren't you substituting for your teacher? Why are you back?"

Wen Zhile looked back.

Perhaps because he was homesick, Xiaojiu didn't follow.

She walked up to Shu Ying and said, "A friend of mine came all the way to see me, so I asked my senior sister to do it for me."

"Mom, let me introduce my friend to you."

Shu Ying was a little surprised: "Okay."

What kind of friend do I need to introduce to her?

"He's at the door."

Wen Zhile pulled Shu Ying out of the door, and Xiaojiu stood facing the wall with his head down.

Shu Ying took a look and thought it was some teacher's student standing there as punishment.

"Zhizhi, where is your friend?"

Wen Zhile pulled Xiaojiu: "This is my friend."

Xiaojiu turned around nervously and gave a stiff smile: "Auntie, hello."

Shu Ying was stunned.

First, I didn't expect my daughter to have such a young boy friend, and second, the child looked familiar.

Even my own thoughts seemed familiar.

After being stunned for half a second, she smiled and stretched out her hand: "Hello, I'm Zhizhi's mother."

Xiaojiu looked down at her hand and carefully shook it: "I am Sister Zhizhi's friend."

"Zhizhi told me that you came all the way here, you must be tired, right?"

Shu Ying smiled and asked softly, "Do you want to go into the office and take a rest?"

Surrounded by his mother's warm breath and voice, Xiaojiu wanted to cry.

He tried his best to endure it and followed Shu Ying in.

Wen Zhile walked last.

There were other teachers in the office, and when they saw them come back, they nodded and said hello.

"Xiao Shu's relatives are here?"

Shu Ying didn't want to say more: "Yes, relatives from my hometown."

"Looks exactly like you."

Shu Ying glanced at Xiao Jiu subconsciously.

Her colleague's words made her suddenly realize.

No wonder this child looked familiar, it turns out he looks like me.

She asked Xiaojiu to sit on her office chair, took a disposable paper cup from the drawer, and poured a glass of warm water.

After I came back, I couldn't help but look at him.

Wen Zhile considered the time, and after she handed the warm water to Xiaojiu, she asked in a low voice:

"Mom, can Xiaojiu have lunch with us?"

"Of course you can, but your friend just arrived, and it would be rude to take him to the cafeteria."

"How about this, let's go to the western restaurant opposite the north gate."

This is the new store opened by Tang Lin.

"Your friend's name is Xiaojiu?"

Shu Ying didn't want to think too much, but her thoughts were out of control and she kept thinking about that child.

Wen Zhile was also a little nervous: "Yes, Xiaojiu."

"Let's call dad to have lunch."

…

Wen Shuren also planned to eat in the cafeteria at noon.

After school, I went downstairs, caught a glimpse of my daughter's car, and hurried over.

Wen Zhile rolled down the car window: "Dad, get in the car."

Wen Shuren vaguely saw someone in the passenger seat and opened the back door.

"My daughter is the best. She felt sorry for her father walking and came to pick him up."

After saying this, he made eye contact with his wife who was sitting in the back seat, and then looked at the co-pilot.

He didn't see clearly when he was outside just now, but now he saw clearly that it was a little boy and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Then he looked at his wife and asked.

Shu Ying was still stuck in her memories and lacked interest.

Wen Zhile turned around and said, "Dad, my friend came from far away to see me. Mom and I agreed to treat him to lunch at noon."

"Xiaojiu, this is daddy."

Wen Shuren sat down and closed the car door.

"Then I am taking advantage of my classmate and having a good lunch."

Xiaojiu turned around and said, "Hello, uncle."

Wen Shuren's words stopped in his throat.

He looked at Xiaojiu, then at Shu Ying.

"you……"

"Hello."

Wen Zhile guessed what his reaction would be, so he drove away without saying anything.

A breeze blew in from the open car window. Wen Shuren took off his glasses and wiped them repeatedly.

As soon as he put it on, Shu Ying touched him.

The two looked at each other with the same surprise in their eyes.

The last time this happened was when they first met Zhizhi.

The reason for being surprised at that time was that Zhizhi looked so much like him.

Both of them have striking looks. Wen Shuren has deep and three-dimensional facial features, and Shu Ying is gentle and soft. He believes that apart from his family, he has never seen anyone who looks so similar to him.

But... that's ridiculous.

Even knowledge has its source.

But this little boy...the child was clearly just formed, and there was no way they could have had any other children.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

Or maybe, could it be a lost child of a relative?

Shu Ying thought so and asked about Xiaojiu's hometown.

Xiaojiu had expected this question: "Auntie, I'm from the south."

"I have been separated from my parents since I can remember, and grew up wandering alone. A few years ago, I wandered to Jingzhou and have stayed here ever since." This explains his Jingzhou accent.

"Sister has helped me many times over the years."

Shu Ying and Wen Shuren hated to see children suffer, so after hearing what he said, they felt a little more sympathy.

Wen Zhile continued: "Xiao Jiu and I have known each other for many years, and I have long wanted to bring him to meet you."

"But he doesn't live in a fixed place, so I have to rely on luck every time I go to find him. He's also shy, so I haven't introduced you to each other."

Shu Ying asked: "How old is Xiaojiu this year?"

Xiaojiu replied: "Eighteen."

Wen Shuren was slightly startled.

Another coincidence.

After a while, the four of them walked into the western restaurant and went to the private room they usually used.

Wen Zhile asked Xiaojiu to order the dishes.

Xiaojiu glanced at the menu and said calmly, "A medium-rare steak."

"A little more."

Xiaojiu followed her and ordered a juice.

Wen Zhile thought he was embarrassed to order more, so he ordered a lot himself.

Youngsters of his age usually eat a lot.

After the manager left, the four continued chatting.

After chatting for a while, we finally talked about Xiaojiu's name.

Wen Zhile drank a sip of soda and combed her hair.

After tidying up her hair and clothes, she moved her chair.

She made so many small movements that Shu Ying and Wen Shuren went to see her at the same time.

When Wen Zhile picked up the soda to drink again, Xiaojiu finally answered:

"Uncle, aunt."

"My name is Wen Jiugong."

"Nine out of five, six, seven, eight, nine, success."

After these words were spoken, Wen Shuren and Shu Ying were both stunned.