When he opened his eyes, he saw Mo Biao's ward, the slap he gave Zhao Weidong, and the things that happened afterwards that everyone knows.
After listening to this, Jiang Nian frowned and said, "Did you hit your head too?"
Song Yingying touched her forehead and said, "Yeah, it's quite a coincidence. I also had a head injury just after I crossed over."
"No, that's not what I meant." Jiang Nian straightened up and looked at Song Yingying, saying seriously, "Yingying, I traveled through time after hitting my head in the dormitory. When I opened my eyes, I was the same as you. It turned out that she also hit her head and injured her forehead."
Song Yingying quickly understood what Jiang Nian meant, "You mean... we... that is, you and I, and the you and I in the novel, all bumped heads and became the opportunity for time travel."
Jiang Nian and Song Yingying were injured in another world only a few hours apart, but when they traveled to the time point in the novel, it was several months apart.
This is the reason.
Jiang Nian and Song Yingying looked at each other. In the time travel that could not be explained by science, they seemed to have found a little coincidence.
Both of them were immersed in such shock, when suddenly a gurgling sound was heard.
Little Anbao sat in the walker, took steps with his little feet, and pushed the wheels of the walker into the room.
She was holding a small steamed bun in her little hand, with a circle of food residues stuck around her mouth. Like a tadpole looking for its mother, she looked at Jiang Nian with her big eyes.
“Mom…Mom…Mom…”
The tense atmosphere in the room was broken.
Jiang Nian skillfully took out a handkerchief and wiped the child's hands and mouth, then asked gently, "What's wrong? Don't you want to play with Brother Xiaobei?"
"Brother... gurgling... huhu... huhu..."
Xiao Anbao couldn't explain clearly and was still babbling, as if he was asking what happened to Zhao Xiaobei.
Song Yingying was worried so she stepped out to take a look and found that it was Zhao Xiaobei who had fallen asleep on the bench, breathing heavily.
She came back and asked Jiang Nian for a small blanket, then took it out and covered Zhao Xiaobei with it.
Jiang Nian touched Xiao Anbao and said, "Brother Xiaobei is asleep, right?"
Little Anbao rubbed Jiang Nian's neck and kept making happy "hmm" sounds, which made Jiang Nian laugh as well.
After Song Yingying came back from covering herself with the blanket, she saw Jiang Nian and Xiao Anbao being so affectionate. She felt a little strange, yet also very warm. If Jiang Nian really had a child, it would definitely be like this.
Especially little Anbao looks like her, pink and fair and cute.
Song Yingying liked everything she saw and couldn't help but ask, "Her name is An An, right? Can I hug her?"
"Of course. An An likes yours very much."
Jiang Nian handed little Anbao to Song Yingying. As expected, little Anbao was not afraid at all. He even moved and opened his arms to hug Song Yingying's neck.
The little girl is fragrant and soft, with a sweet smell of baby milk.
This feeling was completely different from when Song Yingying hugged Zhao Xiaobei last night.
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