Author: Feifei my heart

On Christmas Eve, it snowed heavily.

Snowflakes filter through the glass windows, reflecting the huge room, lengthening the shadows of people.

Qin Ting'an walked forward along the rolling ball of wool, lowered his head to collect the wool, and passed a half-open door.

Colorful yarn balls lie quietly under the door.

She bent down to pick it up, and accidentally saw the scene in the house. She was stunned for a moment, her little finger froze, and her pupils shrank like black grapes.

Portraits of famous people are decorated on both sides of the corridor. The eyes in the portraits seem to be looking at the little girl squatting on the ground.

The flickering lights reflected half of her childish face.

There was no time to react.

There was a "click" sound.

A toy hit Qin Ting'an on the back without warning. The hard texture made her frown and turn around.

I saw my sister's pale face.

I don’t know when the sound in the house disappeared...

"An'an, it's cold outside. Don't catch a cold. Come in quickly and finish the hot soup."

An old and kind voice called her, accompanied by coughing and the sound of wind and snow.

It penetrated time and woke up Qin Ting'an.

Qin Ting'an suddenly pulled out of his memory. When he looked back, he saw his grandma's aged face, standing at the door looking at her kindly.

The old man is wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket, with a slightly hunched back, like a hill, and gray hair. When he looks funny, he makes people feel peaceful.

Fine snowflakes fluttered in the dark blue night, falling on every street and alley in Yuncheng, in the warm colors of thousands of lights, and on the trees decorated with ribbons and candies.

Everything is enveloped in a lively but wandering atmosphere.

"I know, grandma." Qin Ting'an's voice was gentle and soft.

This is the alley, and she is sitting on the steps that have been cleared of snow. Her six-year-old body is so frail and frail that it inexplicably looks lonely with the Christmas trees that decorate the entire street.

Qin Ting'an stood up, raised his young face, and took one last look at the stars high in the sky that were slowly moving into the distance. They were hidden in the doomsday of heavy snow and were difficult to find.

The breath she inhaled was mixed with ice particles, and the breath she exhaled turned into white mist. She shivered from the cold, so she walked quickly into the house.

It’s Christmas Eve again, December 24th.

The dim light shrouded the old mahogany furniture. The house was clean and warm, with an inexplicable tenderness of time. A bowl of hot soup was placed on the wooden table, with white mist rising upwards.

When Qin Ting'an held it up, the temperature was still hot and warmed his fingertips: "Grandma, drink it."

She stepped on her feet and held it to the old man, then filled another bowl for herself, then took a sip of the soup and asked calmly: "Are mom and dad not here yet?"

Grandma rubbed her head and sighed: "Your sister is not in good health. Zhinan and the others are going to take her to the hospital for multiple examinations. She will come soon."

Qin Ting'an is used to it, but today is different. It's her birthday.

She and her sister are twins, born only one hour apart, so one's birthday is on Christmas Eve and the other's birthday is on Christmas Day.

I always heard from my parents that it was because she absorbed too much nutrients in her mother's belly that it caused difficulty in giving birth to her sister, which made Qin Yiling born weak.

After hearing this for a long time, Qin Ting'an felt guilty and wanted to compensate her sister, but it often had the opposite effect.

Qin Ting'an felt that it was reasonable for the old man to remember things when he was three years old. Most of the memories before the age of three were blurred, but starting from the age of three, she overheard the whispers of her elders...

Their voices were very soft, as if they were afraid of being noticed by passers-by, and were mixed with absurdity and annoyance.

"That Taoist priest is talking nonsense, why are they mutually reinforcing each other? They are biological sisters!"

"Keep your voice down, that's the master Zhinan specially invited from Nanji Temple to tell Yi Ling's fortune."

"You don't even listen to what this Taoist priest said, and you still have to send one of them away. The palms and backs of your hands are full of flesh. How is that possible?"

As he spoke, he let out a sigh mixed with his voice, "Yiling is a poor child. His sister has taken advantage of him since he was born, and he has a bad fate. He is only three years old, and he was almost hit by a fallen Christmas tree today.

My brain, why are there so many accidents?"

Someone was silent for a long time and said: "It can't be true..."

Someone urged: "Zhinan, please say something. What do you think?"

The protagonist of the story has never spoken.

The memory stops abruptly here, and those words that should have been blurry become clearer with each passing year.

For a long time, those gossips she heard became Qin Ting'an's nightmare, making her anxious for a while. She was confused, timid, and afraid of being abandoned.

Until that day when I was four years old - the accident happened without warning, like a storm coming, quickly tearing apart the family's superficial peace and warmth.

She doesn't seem to be celebrating her birthday.

It doesn't matter, anyway, her birthday has always been celebrated in conjunction with her sister's Christmas.

Qin Ting'an thought this way. The temperature of the soup bowl she held in her hands had already cooled down. The soup had solidified and was slightly cold. It touched her fingertips through the porcelain bowl. Her little finger curled up slightly and she swallowed the last mouthful of soup, leaving a lingering feeling between her lips and teeth.

Has a bitter aftertaste.

"An'an, do you want to go to bed? It's eight o'clock, tomorrow is Saturday, there is no need for school."

Under the warm yellow light, with the old wallpaper behind him, the old man was smiling with his eyes bent, and in those brown eyes was the shadow of the little girl.

My grandma gave birth to Zhinan very late, her last child, and she is now eighty-five years old.

Mom and dad often take their younger sister to see a doctor, so they always send Qin Ting'an to her grandma's house. Most of Qin Ting'an's childhood memories are spent with her grandma, and they are very close.

Qin Ting'an raised his hand to touch his grandma's face, shook his head, his voice was soft and serious.

"Before going to school in the morning, I asked my mother if she could celebrate my birthday with me today, and my mother agreed. I will wait for her."

When you promise something, you should not break it. Mr. Qin Ting'an is so stubborn that even though she has had her promise broken many times, she will still look forward to the next time and her expectation to be fulfilled, even just once.

The little girl sat obediently on the sofa, wearing an off-white plaid sweater, small leather boots, and white socks with two kittens embroidered on them. She looked like a small one, with white skin, black hair, and rosy lips.

When he raised his head, he had a serious look on his face.

Grandma has said since she was a child that An An, our family, is beautiful and will definitely become a big girl in the future.

Grandma did not persuade her anymore. She took out an apple and handed it to Qin Ting'an with a smile: "I think you all give this as a gift. If others have it, we An'an should also have it."

"Happy birthday, Nannan."

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This extra chapter completes the Ninth Life Reincarnation. It is a story that I have always wanted to write but never started writing. I put it here. It is not long. It is a warm and healing cookie. I hope everyone can gain something that belongs to him or her on the way to growth.

companionship.

A new book should be released, and in this extra chapter you may see the male and female protagonists of the new book appear, hahaha.

It's almost over, vote for Anzai, I love you, pen core.
Chapter completed!