The ex-boyfriend said he came back from immortality

Chapter 9 The name on the plane tree

In the morning when Wang Rongge was leaving the car, Wang Xiaoan went to apply for a resident identity card. Seeing his mother's hesitation, Wang Xiaoan asked her to go with him, lest she would be restless at home when he left for a while.

Many spiritual unease and scars need time to heal and smooth out little by little.

After the family went out, the hot summer sun shone down scorchingly. The hustle and bustle of the street seemed a little weak and lazy in such weather, but it didn't make people feel so noisy.

He opened a small store, and now there are more than a dozen people on the household registration book. The old Wangtou, who is waiting to make a fortune from the demolition, is lying on the rocking chair with his eyes squinted.

The cattail fan in his hand only shakes once every 3 minutes, and the time of the old man slowly seems to be a still picture that will freeze at any time.

The weather is hot, but the business of the canteen will be better, and the daily sales of water, ice and food will increase greatly.

The old Wang stretched out his hand, wanting to take out an old popsicle, but he decided to forget it and eat it at noon, when the sun fire was at its peak, and it would not hurt the old man's body that much to finish licking an old popsicle.

"Grandpa, I...I want a...a popsicle!"

Hearing the sound, Old Wangtou sat up straight, looked around, and then saw a little girl about three or four years old standing under the steps outside the door. She was not tall, and Old Wangtou could only see half of her head. A pair of big eyes are full of smiles.

"Yes... sorry, I can't climb... Grandpa!"

She is trying to climb up the steps. A three or four-year-old girl should have no problem climbing the steps, but she seems to have some mobility impairments. She climbed a step with great effort, and then raised her hands high, towards Old Wang. Handed over a bill.

The old Wangtou took the banknote, it was a bit sticky, obviously she had held it for a long time, and it was still stained with dust, which was naturally from climbing the steps.

Seeing the flattering smile on her little face, as if she felt sorry for asking someone else to come out because she couldn't climb up, the old Wangtou smiled, and then couldn't help being a little dazed, this little girl seemed familiar.

He took a popsicle and handed it to the little girl. The little girl said thank you loudly with some stuttering, then turned her body little by little, bent over again, and went down the steps carefully.

When she stepped on the ground of the street with her body swaying slightly, she let out a long breath, then turned her head and smiled at the old Wang, then walked over and reached out to hold the hand of the young woman who had been waiting for her.

The young woman attracted the attention of the old Wangtou. Although the old Wangtou was old, he was romantic when he was young, and he was a judge of a community model competition, but he had never seen such a charming woman.

She has long wavy hair, charming and elegant, and a pair of golden round-frame glasses on her fair face, exuding an intellectual temperament.

The most amazing thing is that the figure is so good that the old Wang couldn't help shaking his cattail fan a few times, recalling that when he was still living in the countryside, he looked up at the moonlight every night.

"By the way, Wang Xiaoan!"

The prostatitis prevented the old Wangtou from paying more attention to the young woman. He turned his mind and finally remembered why the little girl looked familiar. The son of Wang Rongge's family who had been missing for ten years and had just returned home looked almost exactly like the little girl when he was a child. !
When a child's gender characteristics are not obvious, they are beautiful and cute, and it is often difficult to tell whether it is a boy or a girl. That's the case with Wang Xiaoan. Everyone told his mother Li Qin that he could be raised as a doll.

How can there be such a coincidence?
The old king sighed with emotion, dropped the cattail leaf fan and walked to the door, looking back at the back of the young woman and the little girl.

I recalled in my heart that Wang Xiaoan must have been very smart when she was a child, but the little girl just now seemed to have some barriers in language and body coordination, which is a pity.

The young woman took the little girl's hand and walked slowly until she came to a sycamore tree. She stopped, and the palm of her hand naturally and accurately landed on one place, but she found that the feeling of touching her fingers was slightly different.

The bumps and bumps that should have been on the bark touched by her soft fingertips disappeared and became smooth.

Looking sideways, the three characters "Wang Xiao'an" engraved here before have disappeared.

The young woman was slightly dazed, stroked the bark again, and recalled the scene under the plane tree in a daze:
Memory is like looking at yourself in the mirror, your eyes are so agile, and the emotions and sorrows that emerge on your face are so clear, but you can't touch yourself in the mirror anyway.

In the warm spring of that year, new shoots grew and old leaves withered.

The sycamore trees on the street are lush green, the thick trunks are neatly bifurcated halfway up, the branches are stretched, and the canopy is dense and prosperous, covering a lot of sunlight, and the falling mottled dotted Wang Xiaoan and Sun Xiaoan on the street The vines are as beautiful as a movie screen.

"I didn't expect you to bully a primary school student. Why did you beat him?" Sun Man's voice was crisp and clear, like chirping birds, but it didn't make people feel noisy. It was soft to the ear and massaged the cochlea.

"He chased you and laughed at you for being too well-developed. Can I not beat him?" Wang Xiaoan said straightforwardly, "What's the point? It's good for us to have children in the future."

"You...you...Wang Xiao'an, why are you such a rascal?" Sun Man's cheeks seemed to be kissed by Father Sun, and immediately turned red.

"hey-hey!"

"Acquaintances think you are very quiet and cute, they don't know that you are such a hooligan in private! Only hooligans and gangsters on the street talk like that." Sun Man taught Wang Xiaoan angrily.

"Hooligans and gangsters are as good at playing hooligans as I am? Besides, I only do this to you." Wang Xiaoan reached out to grab Sun Man's twin ponytails. The beautiful girl's high ponytails always make people want to hold them in their hands Play, put it down the feeling.

"No! I just saw you and Zhang Minmin laughing and laughing yesterday. They are not shy. You must have said those hooligan words to them, so they laughed...Laughing like those bad women in TV dramas." Sun Man was angry. She said that she didn't pay special attention to whether Wang Xiaoan was talking to other girls, but she just saw it inadvertently.

As for his own pony tail being grabbed and played by him, Sun Man didn't bother to protest, who let her sit in front of him?
He would grab her hair when he had nothing to do, and sometimes he would yell "Horse and horse riding", and Sun Man, who was so angry, would take the book and hit him back, regardless of the teacher's class on the podium.

"Me and them, at most it's called teasing, me and you, it's called flirting." Wang Xiaoan said disapprovingly while holding the tip of Sun Man's hair. Her hair is really fragrant, just like hers, fragrant and soft.

Sun Man's already flushed cheeks became even more bloody, she was stunned for a moment, then snatched her hair from Wang Xiaoan's hands, raised her fist and beat him angrily, he actually thought that he was flirting with him?

A traditional and conservative girl, Wang Xiaoan was full of nonsense, so she chased her all the way, bringing up yellow or green phoenix leaves all over the place.

When he was running close to Wang Xiaoan's house, he stopped suddenly, and Sun Man's high-raised fist finally came down, but because she was out of breath and had no strength, she seemed to press his shoulder to rest.

"Shall we engrave our names on this tree? Ten years later, how about we take a photo with this tree and our names with our marriage certificate?" Wang Xiaoan had a sudden thought.

"You...Wang Xiaoan, if you want to engrave it, engrave your own name! Don't involve me in everything!" Sun Man gritted her teeth, wishing to engrave a few words on Wang Xiaoan: This person is a hooligan.

"Okay, engrave my name first, and then engrave your name on it after I've argued with you, the same!" Wang Xiaoan didn't care, took out a short dagger from his pocket, and engraved words on the tree.

"You still go to school with a dagger!"

"You care so much."

"I want to take care of... I'm the squad leader, otherwise I won't take care of you!"

"I thought you were my housekeeper."

"Oh my God, you are just like the playboy on TV, you just open your mouth to talk nonsense. The teacher just praised you yesterday, you have to look like a good student!"

"Don't disturb my engraving, be careful I will engrave your name on it."

The beautiful girl didn't dare to speak anymore, she looked at Wang Xiaoan engraving on the plane tree with pain and hatred, she looked around to see if anyone noticed his uncivilized behavior, and then she had to stand a little further away from him, To show that he and he are not the same way.

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Sun Man stroked the trunk of the sycamore tree, looked around, and she was sure it was this sycamore tree.

Over the years, every time I passed by, I could see those increasingly distorted characters. Although it was a bit difficult to read, she, who had seen him engrave the characters with her own eyes, could naturally recognize them.

Why not?
Sun Man had mixed feelings in his heart. He should have let him engrave his own name, even if they disappeared together in the end.

After sighing in a daze, Sun Man took out her cell phone and changed it to the cell phone number she used only when she returned to Junjiang. She picked up the little girl and walked slowly down the street covered with fallen leaves under the plane trees.

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