Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 74 Another Year

After spending more than ten days in the internet cafe, Song Huan felt like she had practically grown up with that computer.

They arrive at 8 a.m. and leave at 8 p.m., eat boxed lunches for lunch, and drink milk tea in the afternoon, living a life as regular as an office worker.

The Taobao store is doing better and better. They can sell more than a dozen QQ accounts a day, and they have also sold a lot of game equipment. The order for downloading services is booked up for three days in advance.

The number in her bank card went from 150 to 2300. Looking at the number, Song Huan did some mental calculations and figured that at this rate, she could save up nearly 10,000 by the end of summer vacation.

Xiao Yunqing could endure even longer than him.

This girl is addicted to video games; she arrives earlier than him every day and leaves later.

Sometimes, even if Song Huan says she has to leave at 8 p.m., she'll stay another half hour, saying, "Let me finish this dungeon run."

Song Huan sat to the side and watched as she controlled the scholar named "Huanhuan's Sister" to fight the BOSS to the death in the dungeon.

If they win, they cheer; if they lose, they curse Song Huan for interfering with their play. After cursing, they continue playing.

Song Huan felt that this girl had been completely corrupted by the game.

However, she did acquire a lot of equipment; most of the purple and blue items in the Taobao store are thanks to her.

Song Huan gave her half of the money from each sale, and in total, she ended up with more than 1000 yuan.

When Xiao Yunqing saw that she had earned more than a thousand yuan, she was so happy that she walked around the internet cafe and almost knocked over a guy who came to use the internet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She quickly apologized, then ran back to her seat and continued playing the game.

Life went on like this until one day in late July.

……

Song Huan had just gotten up that day when she heard the deliveryman's voice outside. Zhang Xuejuan hurriedly went to pick up the package.

"Huanhuan, your acceptance letter has arrived!" Zhang Xuejuan's voice came, both happy and nervous.

"Oh, then you can help me take it apart." Song Huan still looked like she hadn't woken up yet.

"Oh, should I dismantle it?" Zhang Xuejuan asked nervously.

Zhang Xuejuan only had a junior high school education and had never attended high school. She felt that it was inappropriate for her to open such an important document as a high school admission notice.

"Okay, you do it." Song Huan's voice was calm. In fact, he knew that it would be more meaningful for his mother to dismantle it than for him to do it himself.

In his past life, his grades weren't very good, and he couldn't bring his mother any pride in his studies.

This time, I'm determined to make Mom happy.

"Then I'll tear it down!"

Zhang Xuejuan swallowed nervously, then gently tore open the packaging, like an archaeologist, afraid that any movement might damage the contents.

Soon, Song Huan heard a gasp of surprise.

"No. 1 High School! Huanhuan, you got in!"

At this moment, Song Huan came out of the room. Zhang Xuejuan was sitting in the living room, holding an envelope in her hand. It was white and had the school emblem of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School printed on it. She was so happy that her eyes were red and she couldn't hide her smile.

"Mom, why are you crying? Isn't it normal for your son to get into the top high school?" Song Huan quickly pulled out a few tissues and handed them over.

"It's nothing, I'm just happy." Zhang Xuejuan wiped away her tears.

"Your mother didn't have much education. After marrying your father, people always laughed at me for not being able to raise children well. Now your mother can finally go out and tell people, 'My son got into the top high school!'"

"mom……"

Zhang Xuejuan looked at the words on the admission notice and read them aloud in her broken Mandarin, word by word: "Song Huan, with the approval of the Municipal Admissions Committee, you have been admitted to Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. This is to inform you."

Zhang Xuejuan stared at those lines of text for a few seconds, her eyes glistening with tears of joy.

Song Huan remembered that in his previous life, he received an admission notice from No. 4 High School, a second-rate high school. It was dusty and drab, and he never took it out of his drawer again.

Only my mom would occasionally take it out, wipe off the dust, and then look at it for a long time.

At the time, Song Huan thought there was nothing interesting about a lousy college admission letter, but now she belatedly realizes what's going on.

Zhang Xuejuan watched him from the side, her eyes a little red. "Your dad will be so happy when he finds out."

Song Huan nodded without saying anything.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Zhang Xuejuan quickly wiped away her tears and went to open the door. Standing outside was Xiao Yunqing.

Xiao Yunqing also held an envelope in her hand, white, just like the expression on her face, white with a hint of red.

She stood at the door, saw Zhang Xuejuan, and greeted her with "Hello, Auntie," before looking inside to find Song Huan.

"Huanhuan! Did you receive it?" Her voice was high-pitched and bright, like a magpie announcing good news.

Song Huan held up the envelope in her hand. "Received it."

Xiao Yunqing ran over and held up the envelope in front of him. "I received it too! It just arrived! I was halfway through opening it but I was too scared to open it anymore. Can you open it for me?"

She shoved the envelope into his hand, her hand trembling.

Song Huan took it and glanced at it.

She had torn the seal off the envelope in half, with the other half still stuck on.

He tore open the opening and pulled out the paper inside.

The headings are red, and the format is exactly the same.

He glanced at the name, handed it back, and said with a smile, "Xiao Yunqing, Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School."

She took it and looked down at it.

After looking at it for two seconds, I looked up and my eyes were frighteningly bright.

Then she hugged him tightly.

The movement was too sudden, and Song Huan took a step back, her back hitting the wall.

She clung to him, her face buried in his shoulder, her hair brushing against his chin, and smelled of sweet shampoo.

"We passed! We all passed!"

The sound came from behind his shoulder, muffled and trembling.

Song Huan was being held by her, her hands dangling in mid-air, unsure of where to put them.

He glanced at Zhang Xuejuan beside him. Zhang Xuejuan was looking at them with a mysterious smile on her face, but she didn't say anything.

He looked at the ceiling, then at the floor, and finally gently patted Xiao Yunqing's back.

"Yes, I passed the exam."

The hug lasted for about three seconds, maybe four seconds, maybe five seconds.

Xiao Yunqing suddenly realized what was happening, pushed him away, and took two steps back.

Her face turned red all the way to her ears, and even her neck turned red.

She lowered her head, staring at the notice in her hand, as if a flower had suddenly sprouted from it.

"I... I'm just so happy." Her voice was barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.

Song Huan nodded. "I know."

There was a two-second silence in the living room.

Zhang Xuejuan coughed, turned around and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll cook. Yunduo, stay for dinner."

Xiao Yunqing hummed in response, but still didn't look up.

Song Huan looked at her and wanted to laugh, but she held it in.

He walked to the sofa and sat down, and Xiao Yunqing followed and sat down next to him.

The two people were separated by a cushion.

She laid the notice out on her lap and looked at it again and again.

My finger touched the four characters "Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School" once, then again.

Huanhuan.

"Um?"

"Do you think this notification is genuine?"

Song Huan looked at her. "Didn't you take it apart yourself just now?"

"I got halfway through taking it apart and then I was too scared to continue," she pouted. "What if I don't pass the exam? What if I'm just one point short? What if..."

"What if? What if? I passed the exam, didn't I?"

She looked up at him, her eyes crinkling into crescents with a smile, and dimples appearing on her cheeks.

"Too."

She folded the notification letter, put it back in the envelope, then stood up, walked to the coffee table, and picked up the phone.

When dialing, my fingers danced across the keys as fast as I was playing the piano.

"Hey? Mom! I got in! Yeah! The acceptance letter arrived! Yeah! Song Huan got in too! Yeah! Good! We'll talk about it when we get home tonight!"

After hanging up, she dialed another number.

This time, the call was to Xiao Haifeng, and the voice was even louder than before, "Dad! I got into the top high school! Yes! That's right! Yes! Good!"

After hanging up the phone, she spun around in the living room, her ponytail swinging and her skirt billowing, shouting, "I passed the exam! I passed the exam!"

Zhang Xuejuan peeked out from the kitchen, saw her like that, and shook her head with a smile.

Xiao Yunqing spun around twice, then suddenly stopped and looked at Song Huan.

"Huanhuan, do you still remember the promise we made three years ago?"

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

three years ago?

He thought for a moment, and an image flashed through his mind.

Photo studio!

He nodded.

Xiao Yunqing smiled, "Then let's go!"

She grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

Song Huan was pulled to her feet. "Now?"

"Now!" she called back to the kitchen, "Auntie, Song Huan and I are going out for a bit!"

Zhang Xuejuan's voice drifted from the kitchen, "Come back for dinner early!"

"knew!"

The two went out the door, and Song Huan was still clutching her admission notice in her hand.

Xiao Yunqing walked ahead, her steps so fast it was like she was running, her ponytail swinging high as she hummed a song.

Song Huan followed behind, and seeing her excited expression, the corners of her mouth curled up.

Three years ago, on this same road, she walked ahead and he followed behind.

time flies.

The photo studio is still on that street, but the storefront has a new sign and is brighter than before.

Several sample photos were displayed in the glass window: wedding photos, family photos, and a baby's 100-day-old photo, chubby and smiling with two teeth showing.

Song Huan pushed open the door and went in. The cold air from the air conditioner hit her face, making her feel chilly.

A woman in her forties, with short hair and glasses, was sitting behind the counter, editing photos.

She looked up and saw the two people standing at the door, and paused for a moment.

A boy and a girl, each holding a white envelope.

She looked at it for two seconds, then suddenly slammed her hand on the table.

"It's you guys!"

She stood up, walked around the counter, and stood in front of them, looking them up and down.

She looked at Song Huan, then at Xiao Yunqing, her eyes widening.

"Three years ago! Right! You came here three years ago! You came with your report cards too! You graduated from elementary school! Right!"

Xiao Yunqing paused for a moment, then smiled. "Auntie, you still remember us?"

"Of course I remember!"

The aunt slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "I have a very deep impression of the photo you two took that time! The boy didn't smile much, but the girl smiled so sweetly. You were holding up your admission notices, which were red, and sitting side by side. I spent a long time editing that photo, but your smile looked good no matter how I edited it. In the end, I didn't edit it; it was the original photo."

Xiao Yunqing blushed, "Auntie..."

The aunt waved her hand and looked them over carefully. "You've grown so tall? You were only this short three years ago."

She gestured to her chest with her hand, "Now everyone's taller than me. Come on, stand still and let me see."

Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing stood side by side. The aunt tilted her head and looked at them for a while, then nodded. "Beautiful, both are beautiful. The boy has become more muscular, and the girl is prettier. Are they from the same school?"

Song Huan held up the envelope in her hand. "Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School."

The aunt's eyes lit up. "The best high school in our city? Impressive! Come on, let's take some pictures. Same spot as before? That same backdrop? I changed it, it's light blue, and it looks better than the old one."

She pulled them inside, leading them to the backdrop.

The background is light blue, clean and tidy, and the lighting is soft.

"Sit there, side by side."

Song Huan sat down, and Xiao Yunqing sat down next to him.

The two were about a fist's width apart.

The aunt looked at it and was not satisfied. "Closer, shoulder to shoulder."

Xiao Yunqing moved closer to Song Huan, her shoulder touching his.

The school uniforms have been replaced with T-shirts, but that feeling is still there—familiar and reassuring.

"Hold up the notices and place them side by side."

The two people held up the notices and placed them side by side in front of their chests.

The red letterhead and white envelope reflected the light.

The aunt squatted down, raised the camera, and pressed her eye against the viewfinder.

"Okay, look at the camera, three!"

Song Huan looked at the camera, a smile playing on her lips.

Just like three years ago, it's understated and unexaggerated.

"two!"

He felt Xiao Yunqing lean closer to him, their shoulders pressing even closer together.

"one!"

"Click."

The shutter clicked crisply, just like it did three years ago.

The aunt straightened up, glanced at the camera screen, and smiled, "Beautiful. Even more beautiful than three years ago."

She turned the camera around to show them.

On the screen, two people are sitting side by side, holding up notices.

Song Huan's lips curled up slightly, her expression was indifferent, and her eyes were bright.

Xiao Yunqing smiled sweetly, her eyes curving into crescents, her ponytail hanging down her shoulders.

The light blue background contrasts sharply with the white T-shirt, creating a clean and crisp look, like a summer sky.

Xiao Yunqing stared at the photo for a long time.

"Wash two sheets," she said. "One for me, and one for him."

The aunt nodded, "Okay, wait ten minutes."

Xiao Yunqing stood up, walked to the shop window, and looked at the sample photos.

Wedding photos, family portraits, baby photos.

She looked at them very carefully, one by one.

Song Huan stood next to her, hands in her pockets, and watched as well.

When Xiao Yunqing saw the 100-day photo, she suddenly smiled.

"Look at this child, he's so fat."

Song Huan glanced at him; he was chubby, his face round like a ball, and he smiled, revealing two teeth.

Were you like this when you were little?

Xiao Yunqing glared at him. "I was so skinny when I was little! My mom said so!"

"Your mom is definitely lying to you."

"You're the one lying!"

The two of them chatted back and forth, not loudly, but it was quite lively.

The aunt was developing photos in the darkroom when she heard the noise outside and laughed.

The photos are developed, two 5-inch prints, laminated, with the corners neatly trimmed.

Xiao Yunqing took it and looked at it again and again.

One notice was slipped into the letter, and the other was slipped into Song Huan's hand.

"for you."

Song Huan took it, glanced at the girl in the photo who was smiling sweetly, and then glanced at the girl in front of her whose face was a little red.

"Let's go back and have dinner."

Xiao Yunqing nodded and turned to walk out.

After taking a couple of steps, she turned back, waved to her aunt, and said, "Goodbye, Auntie!"

The aunt stood at the door, smiling and waving, "Goodbye, come back in three years with your university acceptance letter!"

Xiao Yunqing paused for a moment, then smiled, "Definitely!"