When Qin Ke woke up, he was lying on his side on a narrow single bed.
What catches the eye is the wallpaper with yellowed warped edges, and the scotch tape stuck to the corners can't hold back the fallen white ash, and some mottled walls are exposed from the gaps.
This is not Westside Upper Court, nor is it like any hotel room.
He sat up slowly, and found that the surrounding furniture displayed a sense of familiarity.
Until he glanced at the full-length mirror inlaid on the wardrobe door, he saw a little boy about six or seven years old in the mirror.
Qin Ke frowned, and the little boy in the mirror also frowned, with the surprise of an adult showing in his delicate and immature eyebrows.
"..."
Qin Ke remembered that this was his home when he was in the first grade of elementary school.
so…
He was born again
The living room phone rang at this moment.
Qin Ke was still a little dazed, got out of bed and opened the door, followed the direction where the bell rang, and saw the white landline that should have been abandoned by the times.
He picked up the microphone and heard Qin Nianrong say on the other end: "I bought the train ticket for the morning after tomorrow, and I have to do some errands later. Cook some noodles for dinner."
Qin Ke asked, "Where do I go to buy a train ticket?"
Qin Nianrong said strangely: "Are you confused after taking a nap? Mom has a new job, and we have to move to another place."
After putting the microphone back to its original place, long-standing memories gradually came to life in my mind.
Now Qin Ke, six years old, is celebrating the winter vacation of his first grade in elementary school. In two days, he will take the train leaving Yanshi with his mother, and start his life of wandering for several years.
"... tsk."
The six-year-old Qin Ke was very speechless. Recalling the scene last night, he clearly remembered that he came back from work late at night and had a physical exchange with Song Yunran about "who is the father".
The process was very pleasant, and both parties had a lot of fun, but before going to sleep, Song Yunran started to mutter about his new limited-edition sports car, which had a particularly cool color. After seeing the pictures, Qin Ke felt that the color of the spray paint was too similar to forgiveness green, so he gently suggested that he take another look.
Could it be that after he fell asleep, Mr. Song was so depressed that his boyfriend didn't like his car, so he got up in the middle of the night to drink away his worries
Qin Ke went through it in his mind. In addition to the cooking wine for cooking, there is only medical alcohol for disinfection at home.
He rubbed the space between his brows a few times, thinking it would be impossible.
Song Yunran is not really stupid, he should not drink medical alcohol.
In the next two minutes, Qin Ke walked around the house.
After thinking about it, he was still worried, and decided to go and see Song Yunran.
At least make sure if he is the only one reborn this time.
Qin Ke didn't go to the Song family's villa, where the security was strict, so he definitely couldn't get in.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, after a subway and bus transfer, he finally arrived at the kindergarten where Song Yunran was studying.
Private kindergartens do not have winter and summer vacations, and now it is approaching the end of school time, and there is a long queue of vehicles outside the gate of the kindergarten.
Qin Ke hasn't gotten used to his six-year-old body yet, and when he walks through the crowd, he always feels like he's being cut by a white dwarf, but when he thinks that Song Yunran is just a little bean now, he finds a delicate sense of balance in his heart.
When he came to the gate, he raised his neck and saw the notice posted on the wall, only to realize that in order to avoid crowding after school, all the gates of the kindergarten will be opened at 4:30 every day, and children in each class have corresponding entrances and exits.
Qin Ke was a little depressed. He only knew that Song Yunran should be in the big class now, but he didn't know which class it was.
With the thought that everything has come, he chose Simon based on his intuition.
As a result, on the way to the west gate, there was a faint cry from the bushes on the side of the road: "Help—"
Qin Ke followed the prestige and judged that the voice came from between the bushes and the wall.
"..."
While thinking that it would not be such a coincidence, he pushed aside the bushes.
A face as tender as a bun just out of the cage broke into his field of vision.
The little boy's eyes are round, his eyelashes are curled up like a doll's, and his face, which looks good to the touch, turns red into a tomato due to his hard struggle, which matches the color of his fluffy down jacket very well.
Xiao Song's face instantly appeared in Qin Ke's mind.
The one in front of me has not changed much except for proportional reduction.
Qin Ke asked cautiously: "You are Song..."
Before he finished speaking, the little boy grabbed his cuff in horror: "Help me! I seem to be caught by a monster!"
"..."
That's right, this is Song Yunran.
Qin Ke looked at him a few times and helped him untie his hat caught by the wall decoration, feeling speechless for a while.
Song Yunran finally regained his freedom, with a dimple on his right cheek, "Thank you."
Qin Ke was silent for a few seconds, and asked, "School is over soon, what are you doing over the wall?"
"I won't tell you."
Song Yunran was quite vigilant, crouched behind the bushes and patted the dirt on his body, then suddenly reached out and pulled Qin Ke down, "Don't stand still, you will be found!"
Qin Ke was caught off guard and almost stepped into the bushes.
He was forced to squat beside Song Yunran, looked out through the gaps in the leaves, and watched the passers-by heading towards the west gate one after another, and slowly came to his senses: "Are you skipping class, or are you running away from home?"
Song Yun gave a sudden pause, and there was a moment of panic in his big eyes.
But he quickly regained his composure, as if he had come up with something in his head, and asked in a low voice, "Are you running away from home too?"
Qin Ke: "???"
Song Yunran was still asking: "I haven't seen you before, which class are you in? Why did you run away from home? Have you decided where to go?"
The enthusiastic tone as if he had found a partner made Qin Ke feel absurd.
He had to interrupt and said, "It's normal that you haven't seen me. I'm older than you, not a kindergarten kid."
"Hey, how old are you?" Song Yunran asked.
"twenty… "
As soon as Qin Ke opened his mouth, he saw Song Yunran looking at him with a mentally retarded look. He took a deep breath and humiliated, "Hey, I'm almost seven years old."
Only six years and five months to be exact.
But there is no way, being watched with disdain by the little one in front of him is too easy to arouse some inexplicable desire to win.
"Oh. I, I will be six soon!"
Song Yunran suddenly raised his voice, not knowing what he was proud of.
Qin Ke nodded numbly, and then heard him ask: "Then are you in elementary school?"
"… Ok."
"It's amazing, you are a primary school student."
"Thank you, don't say that in the future."
It's hard not to make people suspect that you are mocking me, Qin Ke added in his heart.
According to the convention, they should be reborn together.
But the child in front of him who talks and behaves too naively is not like an adult can pretend to be.
But thinking of Song Yunran's weird ideas instead, Qin Ke didn't dare to take it lightly.
He thought for a while, and tentatively asked, "Mr. Song?"
Song Yunran blinked in confusion, as if he didn't understand at all.
Could it be that only he was reborn this time
Qin Ke's mood sank in an instant. There was wind everywhere outside in winter, blowing into his neck like ice blades scraping his skin, bringing a bone-piercing chill.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the pair of indoor slippers on Song Yunran's feet out of the corner of his eye.
"Why did you run out without changing your shoes?" he asked.
Song Yunran bit his lower lip before saying, "You can't wear those shoes, they will chirp if I run far."
Presumably it refers to something like a location alert.
Qin Ke thought for a while, then asked, "Why do you want to run away from home?"
With this question, the corners of Song Yunran's mouth drooped immediately.
He grabbed a few leaves, tore them apart little by little, and held the ball tightly in his hand.
After a while, she said aggrievedly, "She said I was a bad boy."
Qin Ke was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood.
It turned out that Song Yunran met the perverted nanny during this period.
"Oh, I shouldn't have said it."
Song Yunran clenched his fists, extremely annoyed, "If I tell others, I will never be a good boy again. Brother, can you keep it secret for me?"
Qin Ke was silent for a few seconds before speaking slowly, "Okay."
Song Yunran breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his immature face.
It seemed that in his little head, as long as the "elementary student" brother whom he met for the first time in front of him could help him keep the secret, it would not be considered a violation of the contract made by the nanny.
Qin Ke couldn't laugh at all: "You don't want to go home, because you don't want to see that 'her'?"
Song Yunran nodded.
"...or should I accompany you to find the teacher?"
Qin Ke was a little helpless. He was now imprisoned in the body of a six-year-old child and could only seek help from adults.
Song Yunran shook his head again: "I can't tell other people."
After finishing speaking, he sighed pitifully, "I'd better go back."
With an IQ of five years and ten months, Song Yunran finally realized at this moment that running away from home would not solve the problem.
He stood up, said goodbye to Qin Ke, then turned around and prepared to go back through the gap in the wall.
Qin Ke looked at his little back, and suddenly stopped him: "Do you want to see Mom and Dad?"
"is it okay?!"
Song Yunran turned his head quickly, "But it's a long way to Ningdong, and you have to take a car to get there."
"It's okay, I have a car too." Qin Ke bent over to untie his shoelaces, "It's too cold, you wear my shoes and walk."
Half an hour later, Song Yunran sat on the seat, shook his slightly larger sneakers, and used them to touch Qin Ke's instep wearing indoor slippers.
"Brother, your car is so big." He said enviously.
Qin Ke replied calmly: "It's okay."
"It's just that there are too many people."
Song Yunran's eyes were full of curiosity, and he looked around at the passengers on the bus, "Why don't they change to a bus with seats? Don't they like sitting?"
Before the words were finished, several passengers standing in the aisle looked over in unison.
Qin Ke: "...you stop talking."
Otherwise, with my six-year-old force value, it would be really difficult to protect you.
Song Yunran let out an obedient "Oh".
He actually didn't like this overly big car, it was too noisy, the seat was too hard, and it wasn't as warm as the car he usually sat in.
But when he thought of meeting his parents soon, the joy in his heart washed away his discomfort.
Come on, you can hold back.
Song Yunran cheered himself up silently, then raised his head again, his eyes glanced over the heads of the passengers in the two rows in front, and he saw the car TV hanging on a high place.
An outdoor program is playing on the TV.
Several beautiful uncles and aunts set up large toys on the lawn, directing puppies to jump over the toys.
Song Yunran unconsciously stared into the gods, and didn't notice the meaningful gaze beside him.
Qin Ke watched him quietly, and then looked at the car TV after a while.
He knew the few guests who appeared on the show, and they were all popular film and television actors in this era.
Qin Ke's heart trembled, and he realized that after the meeting, he had always neglected a detail.
Which world is it now
Song Yunran who appeared in front of him, will he become an actor or Mr. Song when he grows up
Qin Ke thought for a moment and asked, "What do you want to do when you grow up?"
Song Yunran turned around, and for some reason smiled shyly: "Say it, will you laugh at me?"
"Won't."
"Then I'll tell you in secret." Song Yunran leaned into his ear and said happily, "I want to be a dog when I grow up!"
Qin Ke: "...?"
He looked up at the car TV again, and finally realized that Song Yunran had been watching the dog seriously just now
Song Yunran's tone was full of longing: "Dogs don't need to learn the piano, and they don't need to go to kindergarten. They are also very brave! Look at such tall toys, they dare to jump over them, much better than me."
The unexpected answer made Qin Ke hesitant to speak, but hesitant to speak.
He never imagined that one day, he would need to explain to Song Yunran the biological principles of "humans and dogs have different paths".
Seeing that he was unmoved, Song Yunran had no choice but to sit back regretfully.
After not being quiet for a minute, he turned his face to the side again, puffed up his cheeks and said, "Dogs are great, don't look down on them."
Qin Ke explained with difficulty: "I don't look down on them, I also like dogs."
"real?"
Song Yunran's eyes lit up all of a sudden, he really liked this good-looking brother who took him to Ningdong by car, and they also had the same hobbies!
Such a brother deserves to have a bright future like him.
So Song Yunran posted it again and invited, "When we grow up, can we be dogs together?"
"… not good."
Qin Ke categorically refused.
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