Sitting next to Jiang Mingxi, Song Lan opened the shoe box.
Jiang Mingxi's arms were weak and he couldn't stand up, so Song Lan put a pillow under him and let him lie on it.
At this height, you can just see what's inside the shoe box.
Jiang Mingxi was speechless. "What's wrong with you? Why are you putting a bunch of junk in the box?"
Song Lan raised his hand and rubbed Jiang Mingxi's head.
Picking up a square stone from the box, he said, "This was not long after my mother and brother had the accident. I was not mentally normal at that time, and I kept thinking about why my mother pushed me down.
"I was so obsessed with it that I couldn't get over it and wanted to die.
"Once, my brother took me to the suburbs to fly a kite. I saw a river there, and I don't know why, but my first reaction was to jump in."
Jiang Mingxi looked at Song Lan in shock.
Last time at the Regent Hotel, by the sea, Song Lan also talked about her childhood, but not in such detail.
Looking at the stone with tender eyes, Song Lan smiled at Jiang Mingxi and said, "Later, I met a child by the river, about three or four years old, crying for his mother. He cried so miserably that I didn't dare to jump, for fear that I would scare him.
“I picked up the most beautiful stone from the river and gave it to him. I told him it was a star in the sky and that children who have stars have mothers.
"This is the star he gave me, dug out from dog shit, saying that not only does my mother accompany me, but I also have a dog."
Jiang Mingxi: ...
What a wicked kid!
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but I felt sorry for Song Lan.
He took a lollipop out of the box and said, "What about this? Who gave it to you?"
Song Lan scratched the expired lollipop with his fingers. "This was when I was in high school. I lost a basketball game and a kid gave it to me. He said eating this candy would make me happy."
As he spoke, Song Lan looked at Jiang Mingxi.
"My high school has a really nice name, Mingde High School."
Jiang Mingxi's expression suddenly changed.
His eyes were full of shock.
What’s your name?
Mingde High School?
Isn’t this the school he went to before he transmigrated into the book?
Before he transmigrated into the book, he met a transfer student here. That transfer student was particularly good...
Mingde High School...is this so common?
…
"Here's a lollipop! You'll be happy if you eat it!"
"You eat it."
"The director's mom doesn't let me eat it. I have a toothache and can't eat sweets. I bought it especially for you. Eat it. Don't be upset. It's normal to lose a competition. I also lost a tug-of-war competition in the orphanage a few days ago, but I didn't cry."
"Are you unhappy because everyone else has a mother watching the game, but you don't? Don't be unhappy. Even though your mother didn't come, your grandfather and your brother did. I didn't even have a grandfather and a brother when I participated in the tug-of-war competition. You see, you are much happier than me."
…
Jiang Mingxi looked at Song Lan with some confusion.
These comforting words, familiar yet unfamiliar, sank into his mind.
Is this... what he said?
Who did he tell this to?
His eyes fell on a book in the box.
How to be a good mother.
Jiang Mingxi: ...
The corner of his eye twitched.
"Why are you still reading this kind of book?"
Song Lan smiled and pinched Jiang Mingxi's chin, then bent down and kissed him on the lips.
"I used to know a kid who gave me this on my birthday one year."
Jiang Mingxi: ...
…
"If my mother were here, she wouldn't treat me like that! If I fell down, she would definitely pick me up!" The child glared angrily at the older brother in front of him.
The older brother looked at him helplessly, "You're eleven. If you fall, stand up on your own. That's what every normal person should do!"
"You're not a good mother!" The child stamped her feet, tears streaming down her face. "You don't know how to be a mother! You're not a good mother!"
The older brother flicked his head in anger, "I'm not a good mother, I took you out to buy clothes? I'm not a good mother, I took you to the movies? I'm not a good mother, I took you to eat?"
The child was furious and turned to point at a couple kissing next to him, "He also took her shopping for clothes, to the movies, and out to dinner!"
Big Brother: ...
Quickly covering his eyes, she said, "This isn't something you should be seeing!"
Take the little ancestor and leave the scene quickly.
"I'm going to the bookstore. Brother Awang wants a copy of Harry Potter, and I want to give it to him!"
She just accused the other person of not being a good mother, and the next moment she was clamoring to go to the bookstore.
As a result, I just entered the bookstore.
Pointing to the book "How to Be a Good Mother" on the front row of the bookstore, the little ancestor said in a loud voice, "I want to give this to you as a birthday present. You should study hard and learn how to be a mother!"
The older brother pinched his face speechlessly, "Today is not my birthday."
The little ancestor shook his head, "No, you have to celebrate your birthday today!"
…
How can you be so unreasonable!
Jiang Mingxi was panting.
What an unlucky child!
Wrapped in a bit of anger, Jiang Mingxi moved his tired and sore fingers and opened the book——
I hope you can be a reliable mother!
A birthday wish immediately jumped into Jiang Mingxi's eyes.
The crooked characters look like little bugs crawling.
Signed: Creek.
…
"Auntie, do you have a pen? I want to borrow one!" The child, who was a little over ten years old, bared his teeth and asked the bookstore salesperson with a well-behaved face.
Who would refuse such a well-behaved child?
The salesperson smiled and handed him a pen.
He looked at his older brother who was speechless with anger with a smug look on his face.
In front of others, I lay down in front of the bookshelf with my butt sticking out, and wrote stroke by stroke: I hope you can be a reliable mother!
Finished.
He was very pleased with himself, picked up the book, and patted his elder brother's chest, "Song Lan, happy birthday to you."
…
Jiang Mingxi blinked and stared at the crooked line of words in front of him.
He blinked again and looked up at Song Lan.
Song Lan's eyes were the same as before, filled with helplessness and indulgence. She looked at him gently and asked, "Am I not a good mother?"
Jiang Mingxi felt a lump in his throat.
He dragged his sore body and pounced on Song Lan.
He seemed to remember.
I remember everything.
He did not travel through the book, and he was not Jiang Mingxi.
He is Bai Yunxi.
(The main article is over, see you in the extra chapter, my dears~)
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