The gentle woman, who was supposed to call her mother, reached out and rubbed her head: "My sister's surname is Rong, not our surname." ”

"Rong?" The boy looked up at his mother in confusion, "Is this my sister's original surname?" ”

The mother nodded, and the boy said, "Well, then I won't have our surname." ”

"Silently remember my sister's name, and I will teach my sister to write her name in the future." The woman picked up a pen and paper from the table, wrote down three words, and handed them to the boy.

"Rong Zhiwei - sister's name."

She listened to it next to her, and couldn't help but shout: "Rong... Glory. ”

It seems that in my heart, I can give birth to a trace of joy in vain.

Finally, she is no longer the 014, she has her own name.

My brother said that this will be my home in the future, and I will live with my brother and mother in the future.

Home seems to be a difficult thing to understand, but do you already have it now?

My mother also retaught herself how to eat with chopsticks, spoons, and forks.

Is this family, I feel, it's warm.

In the evening, after Lin Xunmo and Rong Zhiwei took a bath respectively, she changed into a small blue pajamas.

Mom said that it was my brother's pajamas when he was a child, and he hadn't had time to buy her a new one, so he would take her to buy them tomorrow.

Lin Xunmo was very happy to hug her, and he had to get his mother to agree to let his sister sleep with him tonight.

"Can you take care of your sister? For example, take her up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet or something? Mother Lin admonished.

"Yes." Lin Xun nodded silently.

Mother Lin smiled indifferently, reached out and touched the heads of the two little guys: "Then you can sleep with your sister, if you have anything, you must come next door to call your mother." ”

He nodded.

Then he took her by the hand and walked to the door of his bedroom and stopped.

Half squatted down in front of her, looked into her eyes and said, "Say good night to Mom." ”

Rong Zhiwei obediently turned her head to her mother and said, "Mom, good night." ”

The childish voice of a two-year-old child still has a somewhat slimy feeling.

"Good night baby."

Then Lin Xunmo led Rong Zhiwei into the bedroom and closed the door of the room.

The room is very warm in light blue and warm yellow, with wardrobes, tables and chairs, small sofas, beds, large ceiling lamps and small wall lamps, and soft carpets on the floor.

On the wall facing the bed, it seems that a place has been deliberately vacated, with a soft warm yellow background, just some photos pasted in the upper left corner.

Judging from the order, it is probably from Lin Xunmo's full-term month, to 100 days, then half a year old, until now, there are several photos in almost every age group, and the background is also different.

On the largest and most conspicuous one, there is a man with a warm smile, with a smile at the corners of his eyes and mouth, and he reaches out to gently hold the gentle woman in his arms. And that woman, holding a small group of children in her arms, and the photo of a family of three is full of the smell called happiness.

It is obvious that the gentle woman is Mother Lin, and the child in her arms should be Lin Xunmo, as for the man, it is probably Father Lin.

Lin Xunmo stretched out his hand, carefully carried Rong Zhiwei to the bed, reached out and pressed the table lamp next to the bed, and then turned off the headlights in the room, and climbed into bed.

Sitting next to Rong Zhiwei, she covered her with a quilt, tilted her head and smiled: "Does Weiwei like a new home?" ”

Rong Zhiwei blinked her eyes, and learned from Lin Xunmo, she pulled the corners of her mouth hard, and responded in a soft voice: "En." ”

"Haha, Vivi is so cute when she laughs."

Lin Xunmo did not hesitate to praise him.

That's it, laughs, right?

It's the emotion that the original self has never had.

I used to be myself, I don't even seem to know the simple titles of mother and brother, and I don't know what family and laughter are, maybe there is a shallow impression in the depths of my memory, but after being isolated from the world for so long, these should have been forgotten a long time ago.

There is nothing else to do other than the instinctive eating of hunger.

I can only stare at the wall of the pitch-black room.

Since she was brought to that lab at the age of three, she has barely spoken again.

After losing the concept of time, over time, it seems that I am about to forget how to speak.

From three to sixteen, thirteen years, her mind was almost blank.

But now, it's different.

She didn't know what all this was for, as if she had been favored by God, and she was lucky enough to have a chance to start all over again.

Lin Xunmo kissed her forehead: "Then go to sleep." ”

Put her beside him, put her sideways in front of him, pull up the quilt to cover the whole little one, and then reached out to turn off the lamp next to him.

After it was dark in the bedroom for two seconds, Rong Zhiwei suddenly opened her mouth and cried.

"Wow-"

"What's wrong?" Lin Xunmo stretched out his hand again to turn on the lamp, and looked at Rong Zhiwei beside him, his tone and expression were a little flustered.

Tears were still rolling in his eyes, and his eyes were wet.

After Lin Xunmo turned on the light, Rong Zhiwei didn't continue to cry, but her wet eyes and aggrieved little expression looked very distressing.

“... I'm afraid. She was huddled in a ball, her wet eyes full of panic and fear.

"Afraid of the dark?" Lin Xun thought for a moment and asked tentatively.

"Hmm..."

Lin Xunmo immediately turned over and got out of bed, took out a small night light in the drawer next to him, and inserted it into the socket next to the bed.

The night light glows a faint warm yellow, without the slightest glare of light, but it is enough to give a tone to this bedroom with the lights off.

"Okay, okay, my brother turned on the night light."

Then Lin Xunmo went to bed again, took out a piece of paper from the side, helped her wipe away the tears that were about to fall, reached out and patted her back gently, turned off the lamp, and lay down next to her.

is no longer like just now, falling into darkness for a moment, and the faint light from the night light makes Rong Zhiwei feel a lot more at ease.

The darkness just now reminded her of her previous life, full of gloom, like a nightmare, she didn't want to think back to that life at all, as a two-year-old child, she instinctively cried.

She was afraid that if she opened her eyes again, all this beautiful thing would come to naught, and she would still be alone, staying in that dim laboratory until she died.

Lying on her side, she faced Lin Xunmo, and Lin Xunmo also faced her.

"Hug." Just one word.

Lin Xunmo stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, rubbing his chin on her soft short hair: "Good girl, sleep." ”

This year, she was two years old and he was eight years old.