Chapter Ninety-Nine: Taking Your Surname
He even considered whether to leave the boy at the brigade headquarters to do some odd jobs, provide him with two meals a day, and set up a single bed for him there, just to ensure he could grow up safely.
He never considered adopting a child, since he was an unmarried, older single man and didn't know how to take care of a child.
Moreover, he hadn't even married Zhang Chunxue yet, and he was already adopting a child with no blood relation to him; he was afraid Zhang Chunxue would object...
To everyone's surprise, Zhang Chunxue took the initiative to adopt the child.
However, although Zhang Chunxue's reasons were perfectly reasonable, a little thought reveals that they are actually somewhat untenable.
After all, with so many relatives and friends in the Zhong family, if it were really just as Zhang Chunxue said, that they were only helping to look after Zhong Yuanyuan while she was doing business, there would be no need for them to adopt a little boy of unknown identity.
As Song Xingzhi was thinking, he heard Zhang Chunxue murmur.
"Such a pitiful little mute..."
"He's so pitiful, I wonder how much suffering he's endured and how much pain he's taken..."
When Song Xingzhi saw her, he suddenly realized that his Chunxue was such a kind person.
It must be because Zhou Mingli told her this after she went back that she felt sorry for her and came over to check on the situation that very night.
The little mute boy's injuries made her feel even more sorry for him, so she decided to adopt him.
After all, Zhang Chunxue is about to start her business, so giving a meal to a seven or eight-year-old child is really not a big deal.
He looked at Zhang Chunxue tenderly: "If Sister Chunxue is really willing to adopt this child, then she is truly lucky."
"Actually, I was worried about what to do with him. I couldn't just rescue him, heal his injuries, and then throw him out again..."
He looked at the little mute boy again, his voice softening considerably: "This aunt wants to adopt you, are you willing?"
The little mute boy hadn't recovered from the shock. He stared blankly at Song Xingzhi, then at Zhang Chunxue, and then started making "ah ah ah" noises.
Neither of them could understand what he was trying to say.
Song Xingzhi patted the little mute boy directly: "Don't get excited, you just need to nod or shake your head."
"A nod means you agree, a shake means you disagree... So what's your opinion?"
The little mute boy couldn't help but swallow hard.
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 feels like a dream.
He thought he was just waiting to die, but he'd been with such a handsome uncle for so long, and now a kind and gentle aunt wants to adopt him...
If he hadn't heard from Dr. Yuan that this uncle was the brigade's clerk, he would have almost thought that the two of them were conspiring to kidnap him.
But someone like him is mute, so even kidnapping him wouldn't be worthwhile.
Seeing the two of them looking at him expectantly, the little mute couldn't help but lick his lips, and finally nodded with difficulty but solemnity.
Zhang Chunxue immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and her nose tingled with emotion.
She quickly lowered her head and blinked to keep herself from crying in front of Song Xingzhi.
After calming herself down, Zhang Chunxue looked at Song Xingzhi.
"Speaking of which, Xingzhi, how did you meet this child?"
Song Xingzhi then recounted how he saved the little mute boy, and added at the end, "It's fortunate that I found him today, otherwise, given his injuries, I think he might not have made it."
Zhang Chunxue tenderly patted the little mute boy's head.
She knew the little mute girl would pull through, but she didn't know if it was because she endured it on her own or because she was rescued by other kind people.
After all, she didn't meet him until a year later in her previous life.
After Song Xingzhi finished speaking, he seemed to remember something else: "Sister Chunxue, I wonder what this child's name is..."
“I asked him before if he had a name, but he just shook his head. It seems that no one has given him a name.”
"Why don't you, Chunxue, give him a name?"
Zhang Chunxue's heart skipped a beat.
The little mute boy had a name in his past life, just like the three Zhong brothers, whose surname was Zhong.
But Zhang Chunxue doesn't plan to let him call her that name for the rest of his life.
"No name? Then take my surname?" Zhang Chunxue thought to herself, her gaze inadvertently falling on Song Xingzhi beside her.
For some reason, Zhang Chunxue's heart skipped a beat.
She couldn't help but blurt out, "Why don't you just give me a name?"
Song Xingzhi was taken aback, then realized that Zhang Chunxue was worried that she herself was not educated and that the name she came up with would not sound good, or perhaps it was because he was the one who saved the little mute girl, so she asked him to name her.
So he thought for a moment and said, "Let's call him Zhang..."
Zhang Chunxue interrupted him: "Song, his surname is Song."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt extremely embarrassed and quickly looked away.
Song Xingzhi was also stunned.
Why is the surname Song?
Only then did he realize that his surname was Song.
This child... was supposed to take his surname, but was adopted by Zhang Chunxue...
Does this mean that this child will be their son from now on?
Song Xingzhi's expression instantly turned blank.
It wasn't because he was indifferent to the matter, but because his excessive excitement had completely disrupted his facial system, rendering him utterly unable to react effectively.
In short, I was so happy I was stunned.
Song Xingzhi was overjoyed, and the little mute was also full of anticipation.
He had no name, or at least he didn't know what his name was.
Because ever since he could remember, he had been alone, struggling every day just to survive.
He didn't know where he came from, nor who his parents and relatives were.
Everyone called him Little Mute because he couldn't speak.
But now he can finally have his own name.
If Song Xingzhi was just thinking about giving the little mute boy a name with a good meaning, he is now already following the little mute boy's generational order.
His generation belongs to the "Xing" generation, and his next generation belongs to the "Yan" generation.
He thought for a moment before he spoke uncertainly, "How about we name him Song Yanshen?"
His elder brother's son is named Song Yanze, which means they are brothers.
Zhang Chunxue immediately made the decision: "Okay, let's call it that."
She turned around and patted the little mute boy's head: "From now on, your name will be Song Yanshen..."
"When you are discharged from the hospital and go home, your sister will teach you to write... In the future, if anyone asks your name, you can write it down to tell them."
The little mute boy couldn't hide his excitement and immediately nodded heavily.
He has a name now... He has a home! He has family now!
Having confirmed the little mute boy's name, Song Xingzhi checked the time on his watch.
"Sister Chunxue, why don't you go back first? It's already this late, why don't you come see him again tomorrow?"
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