After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 68 Night

"Are you okay?" An Ting asked with concern.

Song Ci didn't care about the posture, just made a painful voice, and said weakly: "I'm sorry, wait a minute, I hit my elbow, and I'm a little paralyzed. I can't stand up for the time being. Give me a few seconds to relax."

Very normal.

I accidentally bumped my elbow or something, and I was paralyzed all at once.

An Ting didn't urge him, and he was paralyzed. What did he urge? Maybe he was afraid that the wind from his breath would hit the other person's face. He turned his face in a gentlemanly manner, looked at the ups and downs outside, and joked: "If you are afraid of the dark, you are afraid of the dark. What are you so proud of..."

Being afraid of the dark is not something to be ashamed of.

Weakness is an inevitable moment for everyone.

"I want you to manage..."

Song Ci did not deny it.

Although she showed her perfect image at school, she was very aware of her problems—fear of the dark, ghosts, timid, insecure, competitive, and very proud.

Not cute at all.

"Just be yourself at home." An Ting said slowly, "You don't need to be afraid of the dark, and you don't need to be afraid of ghosts. Anyway, with me around, ghosts are afraid of me."

Song Ci was so displeased at first, but suddenly laughed.

"Pfft, you... gods hate ghosts, don't you?"

"Yes Yes!"

A ghost is afraid that I will successfully make Song Ci laugh, and my restless heart will calm down.

The boy looks annoying, and in fact he is annoying, but it is undeniable that he can always inadvertently give people a sense of security, and mudslides seem to be able to protect against wind and rain.

"For the time being."

An Ting caught the strange words, "What is temporary?"

"Didn't I say that after my mother and Uncle An's wedding, I will move back to the community, so it's temporary."

This was Song Ci's plan. She planned to move back to the community after the wedding.

It's not deliberately putting pressure on the teenager, but a kind of notification. It's always good to say hello in advance, and it's better than leaving without saying a word.

"Oh..." Hearing this, An Ting looked thoughtful, but did not refute.

After about 1 minutes.

Song Ci felt the numbness in her arm fade away, and was about to stand up from the boy.

The waist was only exerting strength, and the upper body got up a little. Unexpectedly, Nai Te happened to pass by, and accidentally bumped into Song Ci, and she fell down again.

Inadvertently, the petals of spring seem to touch another touch of cold softness.

It wasn't a kiss, it was just a touch.

The spring of summer does not have the dryness of autumn and winter, but there is a trace of humidity.

When touched, it is inevitable that there will be some blending.

Maybe it's because the boy had eaten strawberries, and he tasted a little bit of sweet strawberry flavor.

Just when Song Ci fell into a momentary sluggishness, An Ting showed a calm expression, looked at the whitened shadow, it was Nai Te, and cursed: "Dog!"

"Why are you scolding my nanny?!"

The Anting man was dumbfounded, "You were hit by a dog, I scolded it for you, and you still blame me?"

"But...you can't scold it!"

In Song Ci's mind, Nai Te is a member of the family.

An Ting was completely defeated, and complained: "The dog girl..."

"You are a dog!"

In a state of bickering, Song Ci didn't pay much attention to what happened just now, and naturally got up from the boy, as if nothing happened just now.

Only the coldness left on the lips hints at the beauty that happened in the past.

Sometimes, Song Ci feels Anting's high EQ consciously or unconsciously.

It seems unreasonable, but it is actually very high.

He just scolded Nait suddenly, perfectly avoiding embarrassment.

This young man occasionally gives people a sense of detachment, as if he is a passerby who does not belong to this time and space, but it is a pity that this feeling is fleeting and returns to normal soon.

Anting's duality of god and ghost.

The only thing that is certain is that this boy is a genius. In three months, he went from being a scumbag to a top student in the high school entrance examination. No one dares to say he is not a genius.

At the same time, An Ting quietly walked to the side and picked up the phone that had fallen on the ground.

During this period, with his back to Song Ci, he touched his lips subconsciously, feeling a sultry feeling in his heart, and looked at the closed French windows again.

When there is a typhoon, it is normal to close the doors and windows, and there is a power outage, and there is no fan or air conditioner.

It's the height of summer in July.

"It's so stuffy..."

It was so stuffy, it made my whole body feel hot and my heart beat faster.

……

Power outages are emergencies.

There is no preparation in advance at home, no extra candles, only half a pack of candles, or candles like birthday cakes, not serious white candles, one may not last for 10 minutes, and a flashlight that is not fully charged.

The phone's battery is low.

I don't know how long the power outage will be. It is windy and rainy outside, and it is not convenient to go to the small store.

If there is no call tonight, half a pack of birthday candles and a flashlight will last all night, and it's only eight o'clock...

In order to save candles, An Ting and Song Ci did not go back to their rooms, but lit a candle in the living room on the third floor and sat on the same sofa.

There are 1+2+3 sofas at home, why should we sit on the same sofa?

Because only one candle is lit, the light is concentrated in one place. If you sit too far away, it will be bad for your eyes.

Song Ci turned into a literary girl, holding a book, sitting there, quiet and beautiful, this is her greatest hobby - reading.

I heard from Aunt Song that Song Ci had learned several musical instruments, but they were all as a hobby, used to cultivate temperament, not for development in that direction.

Holding a small notebook and a pen, An Ting silently thought about opening a store.

Aunt Song and Song Ci didn't know about Anting's entrepreneurship.

An Ting didn't intend to tell anyone, as of now, only Dad, Brother Chuan and Gu Xueli knew about it.

There are no plans to advertise widely.

He is cold-tempered and low-key. He doesn't want to be someone's talking point. Regardless of whether he succeeds or fails, once people know about his business, he will inevitably be talked about every day. He doesn't want to be like that, he just wants to live freely.

Still the same sentence, starting a business is just to increase the fault tolerance rate of life.

He has never thought of changing the world, but he just doesn't want to be changed by the world, and it seems that he can't do it either. He can only try not to be changed so much by the world.

When An Ting was thinking about opening a store, Song Ci's gaze was originally focused on the book, but it moved quietly and fell on the young man's lips.

Those were lips of moderate thickness, light red and watery.

A very interesting detail, if a person as alert as Song Ci was usually able to guess the business from the details in Anting's notebook; it's a pity that at this moment, she has something more to care about.

That was my first time, how could I not care?

however.

No matter how rich the inner drama is, it can't be said.

This is Song porcelain.

Reserved, introverted, rational, and proud.

……

08:30 at night.

The rain outside is still heavy, at least there will be no thunder and lightning. Father An and Aunt Song have already decided not to go home tonight. An Ting is also hungry, so he stood up.

As soon as she stood up, Song Ci, who had been reading with gusto, hastily pricked up her puppy ears, and a pair of delicate almond eyes wandered around. Although a little wandering, the gaze was always directed at a young man.

She was afraid that Anting would go too far, and she was a little scared to be alone in the living room.

An Ting was amused by her reaction. He had never noticed that this girl was so cute before, so he took the initiative and said, "Don't worry, I'm just going to the kitchen on the second floor to cook something."

"Oh..." At this point, Song Ci asked again: "What's for dinner?"

"What to do."

"Well...then I'll go downstairs with you."

An Ting: "."

Seeing Anting's speechlessness, Song Ci argued: "Anting, it turns out that human beings are in such a terrible situation after losing power."

An Ting didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Song Ci, don't raise your personal fear of the dark to the whole human race, okay?"

Song Ci bit her lip, guilty, and didn't speak.

Followed by.

Holding candles, the two went from the third floor to the second floor, came to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator that was not working, and found some lean meat, mushrooms and cured meat.

There is no electricity, the rice cooker can’t be used, and it can’t cook preserved meat rice; the gas stove has a built-in battery, and it can still be used. The best solution is to cook noodles. He looked at Song Ci and said, “I’ll eat it for you next time?”

After finishing speaking, he felt that there was ambiguity, and changed his words: "I'll cook some noodles for you."

Song Ci didn't know why the young man changed his mouth, but he just said, "Is your food delicious?"

An Ting had no bad intentions this time, just a simple slip of the tongue. She didn't expect the girl to be led astray by him, and she didn't bother to drive, so she just said: "Mmm, it's delicious."

"Oh…"

actually…

In the early months of getting along, Song Ci knew one thing - that is... in this family on Zijing Street, An's father's cooking skills are the best, followed by Anting, Song's mother and daughter's cooking skills are very average.

Song Ci really only knows how to steam...

Aunt Song may not be as good as Song Ci.

then…

Song Ci's fear of the dark is beyond the boy's expectation. It may not only be related to the darkness, but also related to the lightning and thunder from the outside world. Let me give you a flash.

During the cooking of the noodles in Anting, Song Ci stayed in the kitchen, followed behind, and watched the boy eagerly.

An Ting was not used to being stared at by her, so he picked up a topic at random, and said, "What are you thinking?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, the boy who cooks...does have a bit of charm."

An Tingchou was shameless, and replied: "You are wrong, it has nothing to do with whether you can cook or not, a handsome person like me can shovel shit very handsomely."

"narcissism."

While waiting for the noodles to be cooked, An Ting was half caring and half joking, and said, "You look like this...you used to be alone at home, what will you do if you encounter the same thunderstorm?"

"Hide under the covers, put on your headphones, and play dead!"

Having said that, thunderstorms + power outages are rare situations. Song Ci was 15 years old, that is, he tried it once or twice, and it passed after a while.

If there is no Anting tonight, she can still survive, anyway, no one will die.

It's just...he's better than being alone.

Just as the noodles were about to be cooked, An Ting washed two bowls, filled them with noodles, brought chopsticks and spoons, and went to the living room with Song Ci.

"Try brother's cooking skills." After sitting down, An Ting said with a smile.

"I've said it many times, I'm the elder sister, and you're just a bad brother." Before he finished speaking, An Ting picked up a piece of cured meat and handed it to Song Ci's mouth.

Seeing that Song Ci was unmoved.

An Ting hurriedly said: "Hey, hey... I can't hold it anymore, it's dropped, it's dropped, it's a waste if it's dropped."

Hearing this, Song Ci, who had been educated in food conservation, opened her cherry lips and took the bacon in her mouth without thinking.

Seeing this, An Ting laughed out loud.

Song Ci realized that she was being tricked. Although she was very upset, she still admitted that she was eating noodles under the other party, and just ate noodles silently.

After the first mouthful of noodles, she was still a little surprised, her eyes lit up, "It cooked a taste that I couldn't cook."

An Ting rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Put some abalone juice, the slippers are delicious."

Song Ci: "Vulgar..."

The two didn't forget Nait, this guy is a ferocious carnivore, he doesn't eat noodles, so he can only share some lean meat and bacon for him.

that's it.

One candle, two people, one dog, spend a night without electricity.

(End of this chapter)