The Lucky Bag is Reborn with Space

Chapter 765: The grown-up children

Song Ziyi threw his schoolbag on his shoulder and stood under the big locust tree at the school gate, waiting for his younger brother Song Ziyan to come out.

Song Ziyi is the steamed stuffed bun, and Song Ziyan is the glutinous rice dumpling.

 The two brothers are one year apart, so they are not in the same grade, but they are in the same school.

  Teachers and classmates in the school couldn’t help but shake their heads when they mentioned the two brothers.

They are obviously two brothers from the same family. The elder brother is a complete academic scumbag, and the younger brother is the honor of their school and a natural academic master.

 Both of them dominate the rankings of their schools all year round. The younger brother is at the top of the list, and the older brother is at the bottom.

Song Ziyi couldn't help it. His athletic and physical talents were inferior to those of his younger brother.

Even if Song Ziyan trains hard in sports, he is still very different from himself.

 But when I saw those math problems, the English letters. He felt dizzy in front of his eyes.

　　　He is the best at deceiving and abducting people, but he is really not good at letting him do this. Song Ziyi could faint immediately after memorizing two ancient poems and essays.

 Song Ziyan is inferior to his elder brother in terms of athletic talent and reaction talent.

 But this does not prevent the two brothers from feeling as good as one person.

In Jiang Xiaoxiao’s words, both of these brothers can wear the same pair of pants.

 Two people are now students in this school, one is in sixth grade and the other is in the first grade of junior high school.

“Song Ziyan, hurry up, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, hurry up, let’s run home.”

Song Ziyi waved and saw that his younger brother had already come out with his schoolbag on his back and waved goodbye to his classmates.

 The middle school they go to is about 5km away from home.

 The two brothers never take the bus or ride a bicycle. They always run, go to school, run, and after school, run.

 It is equivalent to doing 10km of cross-country every day.

Especially the books in schoolbags. Every day, many students leave unused books on their desks and only take home the textbooks for homework. The two of them are eager to carry all the textbooks in their schoolbags.

 For them, it’s just a simple weight-bearing exercise.

 From the time they were five years old until now, the years of training have never stopped.

 The 10km cross-country trip with heavy loads every day is like a joke to the two brothers.

 Under the hands of their father, the two of them have already grown up significantly.

If the traffickers who kidnapped them when they were children come again, they will probably suffer a lot.

Even though the two brothers are young, they are not small at all.

Song Ziyi is almost 1.7 meters tall.

Even though Song Ziyan is one year younger than his brother, they are actually about the same size.

Song Ziyan smiled and waved to his classmates, put his schoolbag on his shoulders, and ran towards his brother quickly.

 “Brother!”

The two of them chased each other and finally walked in the door out of breath.

 Song Ziyi is slightly better.

 The twins Tuan Yuan Yuan at home are now eight years old and are playing a game of transformation.

 Two people often exchange clothes so that others cannot tell them apart.

 Seeing the eldest and second brothers, Song Zijing and Song Ziwen hurried into the house. The two little girls could not get any benefit from the eldest and second brothers.

Whoever let his second brother is a golden eye, as long as you sweep casually, you can clearly divide it.

If they want to play tricks in front of the eldest and second brothers, they are simply courting death.

　　Since childhood, they have suffered countless losses at the hands of their eldest and second brothers. The final result is that they are punished by running cross-country or doing horse squats. The two little girls have already suffered enough.

Song Ziyan and Song Moting are not very similar. To be honest, Song Ziyan did not inherit the appearance advantages of his parents.

His face cannot be called handsome, but it is very characterful. His eyes are something many people have never seen before. They are extremely beautiful.

He has jet-black eyes, thick eyelashes, and jet-black hair. The expression on his face is firm yet sensitive, with a hint of indifference.

 The indifference in his expression sometimes resembles that of Song Moting.

His chin is a little longer, his cheekbones are a little higher, and his nose is slightly hooked, which otherwise would be considered ugly thanks to his eyes and **** lips.

 Song Ziyan often feels that he is dissatisfied with his appearance.

 He wants to be warm and handsome like his father, or as beautiful and strong as his mother. Unfortunately, everyone who sees him will be amazed and it is a pity.

 Because he looks masculine.

 The eldest brother is not. On the contrary, the eldest brother is more like Song Moting, who is kind and gentle.

Danfengyan always smiles, the corners of his mouth are always raised, and his face is never indifferent.

In the eyes of everyone, the eldest brother is a talkative, gentle and generous person, while he is more like the mean and indifferent class representative.

 The problem is who can know in private that their two brothers have opposite personalities.

 He is gentle and generous, with a soft heart, while the eldest brother is cold and ruthless. It can be said that he is as cold as a hard stone.

“When you get back, go take a shower quickly. Doctor Jiang is cooking today. He’s making steamed beef dumplings. You’ll have to get there early.”

Bai Yiyi said with a smile through the kitchen window.

Bai Yiyi is already a seventeen-year-old girl.

 I graduated from medical university early.

Who is a genius? It’s not a problem to jump three levels in a row. The light is green all the way.

 Now all graduate students have graduated.

 I will be an intern at Ho Yan Hospital soon.

“Mom, the sun is shining in the west today, and you actually have time to cook for us?”

Song Ziyi watched Jiang Xiaoxiao put the delicate steamed dumplings in his hands on the basket and start the fire.

“Boy, your mother and I finally had a rest today. Do you want to continue a five-kilometer cross-country trip? Your father is sitting in the living room over there.”

Jiang Xiaoxiao threatened with a smile, and Song Ziyi shrank his head as expected, with a flattering tone in his voice.

“Mom, the dumplings you make are unparalleled in the world. I’m starving to death.”

 Blinking his eyes, he gave Jiang Xiaoxiao a wink.

 Bai Yiyi smiles.

 “Get out of here, you brat.”

This kid has been able to adapt to the changing circumstances since he was a child, and he is very good at it.

 Song Ziyi is the most naughty and mischievous person.

 But everyone likes this guy.

Even though Song Ziyi is glib and out of tune, Song Ziyi will protect anyone who is bullied in this family.

 He is a boy who dares to risk his life for his family.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at his eldest son. This son assumed the title of the eldest son in the family and had become one with the family.

“Baozi, the teacher called me and your dad again. What did you do this time?”

Jiang Xiaoxiao's unintentional words made Song Ziyi immediately rub oil on his feet.

This teacher is real, but he just didn’t finish the homework. What can he do? Those questions know him, but he doesn’t know them.

Jiang Xiaoxiao shook his head and sighed. This child never paid attention to his studies. Logically speaking, he was a smart child, but he just didn't know anything about his studies.

Jiang Xiaoxiao is very worried about Baozi’s future.

In the future society, there will be no skills. Is it possible for Baozi to become a soldier?

 The only talent Baozi has is this.

Song Moting said that Baozi seemed to be born specifically to succeed him, and he had never seen such a smart and talented child.

 But Song Moting was in danger several times because his peach survived.

 You will always die.

 From now on, Baozi will follow Song Moting's path. Who will protect Baozi for the rest of his life?

Song Ziyan stood on tiptoe to help her mother place the dumplings. This girl had been living with Jiang Xiaoxiao and the others since Fang Xiaohui was paralyzed.

Song Mohuan didn't mention that the existence of this child was his shame, so he just ignored it.

 Of course no one else mentioned it.

　　Fang Xiaohui’s life is probably only known to her.

 Song Mohuan works in the hospital almost twenty-four hours a day and never leaves home.

Song Ziqing, Fang Xiaohui's most precious daughter, is now twelve years old, but she has obviously inherited Fang Xiaohui's vanity. I heard that besides dressing up all day long, she also likes to hang out with the gangsters in school.

  No one can take care of her anyway.

In addition to losing her temper every day, her mother almost always told her that Jiang Xiaoxiao was her enemy, Song Mohuan was a heartless scumbag, her grandparents were partial, and her grandparents were too old to die. .

I have never cared about whether she is happy or not, or whether she is doing well or not.

Of course Song Mohuan really didn't treat their mother and daughter badly. The family hired an aunt and lived a carefree life. At most, he just didn't want to see them.

 No one seems to remember the girl Song Ziyan.

“Yanyan, be careful if you burn your hands. Go and play with your brothers and sisters. As long as your aunt and mother are here, go ahead!”

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt sorry for this child. He didn't know if this child knew something or if he had been sensitive since he was a child. Apart from being close to them, this child was almost unsociable with outsiders.

 There is almost no interaction with classmates, and she is also an anomaly in the eyes of teachers.

The teacher also talked to Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting. They believed that the child had intellectual problems, was withdrawn, was not gregarious, and most importantly, was a mess in his studies and was unable to take the exam. The teacher and the school suggested that this child Children can go to special education schools.

Jiang Xiaoxiao is also worried about this.

 Normal diagnosis, Jiang Xiaoxiao believed that Song Ziyan had autism.

 With such a disease, what will this child do in the future?

 Her pill does not currently treat autism.

Other peach juice, at most, can make Song Ziyan as healthy as a calf. Autism cannot be tolerated and cannot be cured.

 Fortunately, this child is close to Jiang Xiaoxiao and listens to everything Jiang Xiaoxiao does.

Sure enough, Song Ziyan frowned, but still nodded obediently and went out to find the eldest brother and the second brother.

 Her brothers and sisters at home like her very much.

 Be nice to her.

 But the students at the school are not friendly.

 She still likes home.

Song Ziyan pursed her lips quietly.

 Everyone thought she knew nothing.

 But she knows everything.

Who makes her an alien from another world.

 On the first day he came, he almost died.

 When she was born prematurely, she knew that her mother was not a good person.

 The strange thing is that this mother is not a human being.

He actually wanted to throw her away.



 Trapped in this body, she could only look at the sky and sigh.

 Thanks to someone taking her back.

 A gentle voice protected her in front of her. The moment Song Ziyan saw Jiang Xiaoxiao, she almost fainted.

The sister who sacrificed for her in her previous life was actually Jiang Xiaoxiao.

This kind and gentle woman became the woman who cared for her.

Song Ziyan quickly fell in love with this identity.

 It doesn’t matter, as long as I can be with my sister.

 It doesn’t matter if you are a useless person.

 She doesn’t care anyway.

 Fortunately, the broken system of that black-hearted mother has been directly absorbed by her own StarCraft system.

 Song Ziyan feels very happy to be able to live happily next to her sister.

The following articles basically break away from the chronological structure. If you don’t like it, you can stop here.

 (End of this chapter)