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Chapter 10 Zhao Siblings
  Song Ximing was really overwhelmed by such natural and familiar intimacy.

His former sister Xiran had a cold temperament, but she had never been so coquettish towards him.

Feeling this for the first time, Song Ximing felt that it was not bad.

"Okay." Song Ximing pretended to agree reluctantly, and emphasized to her, "When you arrive at the night market, you are not allowed to run around!"

"okay!"

Song Xiaoran jumped onto the cart happily, sat on the edge, and said impatiently: "Let's go, let's go!"

Song Ximing remained motionless, looking at her speechlessly and raising his eyebrows: "Then you should change your clothes too!"

Why is this sister so careless and careless compared to me, and not delicate at all?

It's really completely different from Xiran.

Song Ximing couldn't help but compare his biological sister with his previous sister.

After the comparison, he couldn't help but feel that Song Xiaoran was worthy of being his biological sister, and she had the same frivolity as the Song family.

And a sense of intimacy spontaneously arose.
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  Song Xiaoran changed her clothes, sat on Song Ximing's tricycle, and the two set off.

"Brother, where are we going to the night market?"

"Peace Night Market."

"Oh, Heping Road. Which one is in the alley behind Guangming Cinema?"

"I knew you still asked me."

"This is not just a boring chat."

"..."

"How much longer?"

"Twenty minutes left!"

"Brother, do you think my sister-in-law will like me?"

"...Well, sister-in-law? Who?"

"She's your girlfriend!"

"I don't have a girlfriend! I'm here to help. Alas, I'm too lazy to tell you. You'll know when we get there."

"Oh oh oh."

[12 o'clock at midnight, in the back alley of the cinema, a lonely single man, tut tut tut——]

"Song Xiaoran, you've had enough!"
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  Heping Road Night Market mainly sells food, but also sells clothes, trinkets, and second-hand goods.

When it comes to night markets in this era, the difference is really not that big.

After all, eating habits may have changed the least in the past few decades.

The ones selling kebabs are still sprinkled with cumin and chili peppers, the ones selling spicy hotpot are still shouting about adding spicy hotpot, and there are also food stalls selling wontons, noodles, dumplings, stir-fries and beer. It’s no different from what it was a few decades ago.

Perhaps the biggest difference is that there will no longer be a QR code on every stall.

It was now exactly 12 o'clock at midnight, but as the last movie in the theater was released, the entire night market suddenly became lively.

Song Ximing parked the trolley aside and carefully protected his sister as she walked through the crowd.

Song Xiaoran was looking around and thinking:

"Setting up a stall to sell Malatang and barbecue? Well, this requires some skills, and it's also manual labor. I definitely can't do it alone."

"Buy a food stall? The dogs will shake their heads when they smell the food I stir-fry. I need to spend money to hire a trustworthy chef."

"Selling some clothes and trinkets? That might work, but where do you get the money to buy the goods? Oh, I regret pretending to be tough before. I should take the 1000 yuan from Lao Song and pay him back after making money..."

Not long after, the two of them arrived at the end of the alley. They were almost out of Heping Road and there were far fewer people.

Song Ximing pulled Song Xiaoran to a clothes stall and stopped.

The stall owners appear to be a brother and sister. Sitting in front is my younger sister. She is very young. She looks about thirteen or fourteen years old. She is thin, has two braids, wears a pair of glasses, and a sky blue coat. She looks like someone from a certain school. Uniforms
  There were no guests at the moment, and the girl was reading a book.

The elder brother, who was probably in his twenties, was sitting on the horse behind the stall, smoking. Song Xiaoran didn't even catch a glimpse of her.

When the girl heard someone coming, she raised her head and saw Song Ximing smiling: "Brother Ming, you are here. Hey, who is this beautiful sister?"

"Yeah, this is," Song Ximing hesitated, "This is my sister, you know."

"Ah?" The girl's little face was full of doubts at first. No, I've seen Sister Xiran many times. She doesn't look like this, can you say?
  Is this Brother Ming’s annoying sister? !

"Xiao Ran, this is Zhao Xinxin. My buddy's sister." Song Ximing introduced.

Sure enough, Zhao Xinxin, who had confirmed the answer, looked at Song Xiaoran with eyes filled with contempt.

Is she the fake daughter?

The biological parents who occupied Sister Xiran were not only unwilling to recognize their biological parents, but also verbally abused them.

Uncle Song and Aunt Qin were so angry that they were almost hospitalized.

Such a person has such a bad character!
  Song Xiaoran obviously felt it, with a calm expression on his face, he smiled and nodded.

But in fact, I feel aggrieved.

She is just an ordinary person and it is impossible not to care about other people's opinions.

【I'm so miserable! Because that idiot pretended to be Song Xiaoran and did so many stupid things. I don’t know how long it will take for him to be cleared of blame. He still can’t explain it. 】

[A neighbor’s little sister is so disgusted with me. My parents, mother, and brother can accept me so quickly and treat me so well. Wuwuwu... They are really good. I like them so much! 】

Song Ximing was next to his sister this time and heard her sister's voice clearly and clearly.

He was used to his sister scolding him for how stupid he used to be.

He also strongly agrees with this.

Listening to what she said later, Song Ximing couldn't help but feel a little happy.

At the same time, he couldn't help but look at Zhao Xinxin curiously, paying attention to her reaction.

"Brother Ximing, this person is so annoying, why did you bring her here?!"

Zhao Xinxin obviously didn't hear anything, but still stared at Song Xiaoran, folded her arms and puffed her cheeks and asked.

Seeing this, Song Ximing judged that only he could hear his sister's heart.

If he hadn't been able to hear her inner thoughts, he wouldn't have been able to accept Song Xiaoran so easily, just like Xinxin.

Alas, after all, she had a brain problem before.

She's still pretty good now.

"Ahem, Xinxin, I had some misunderstandings about her before. As soon as Xiaoran knew the truth about her life experience, her stimulated brain had problems, so she did a lot of disgusting things. Now that she has recovered, she recognizes us. , he will live in our house from now on..."

Song Ximing explained the differences between Song Xiaoran before and after based on his own guess.

It's just a disease in the brain.

Song Xiaoran,...

Given the choice between a mentally ill person who was now cured, or a disgusting and vicious fake daughter, Song Xiaoran thought about it and angrily chose the former.

"Really? Was it because you were mentally ill?"

Zhao Xinxin looked at Song Xiaoran again, and the previous contempt was replaced by sympathy.

The parents she had known for more than 20 years were suddenly no longer close to each other. It was unbearable for her to have to deal with this.

It is normal to be mentally disturbed by being stimulated.

Song Xiaoran grinned and waved his hand broadly,

"...either I'm sick or I've been severely stimulated. Now that I think about it, it'll be fine. Xiao Xinxin, let's get to know each other again. I'm Song Xiaoran."

(End of this chapter)