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

Chapter 54 Precious Photos

Song Huan would never do something as foolish as Xiao Yunqing, chasing her all over the playground.

So, being clever and resourceful, he simply chose to wait at the finish line, where there were many people around.

Song Huan squeezed her way from the back to the front, finally standing at the very front with a black bag in her hand, the zipper tightly closed.

He stared at the bend in the track and waited for a few minutes before finally seeing a figure with a ponytail emerge from the bend.

Xiao Yunqing is in 5th place.

The four people in front of her had spread out a bit, and her steps became a little heavy, and her arm swings were not as nimble as before.

If you rush in too aggressively at the beginning, you'll suffer a great loss later.

She gritted her teeth and ran towards the finish line, her face flushed red, her ponytail swinging weakly behind her.

When she crossed the finish line, her ranking was already set: fifth.

She didn't stop, but walked slowly forward, her steps dragging on the ground.

Song Huan quickly went to meet him, "You ran well."

Xiao Yunqing didn't look at him and walked straight ahead.

His ponytail swept across his face, carrying a hint of sweat and the scent of shampoo.

Song Huan caught up with him, "What's wrong? Fifth place is pretty good, there are six people in total."

She still ignored him, her head down, her lips pursed, her face flushed red, whether from running or anger, it was hard to tell.

Song Huan took two more steps and walked beside her. "Xiao Yunqing?"

"snort."

"Little cloud?"

"Hmph." She turned and glared at him. "You didn't even cheer me on."

Song Huan paused for a second, then laughed, "You're wronging me. I have something very important to do."

Xiao Yunqing stopped and turned her head, her eyes a little red, whether from exhaustion or anger, it was hard to tell.

"What could be more important than me?"

"Clang clang clang!"

Song Huan smiled, held up the black bag in her hand in front of her, and unzipped it.

Inside was a strawberry sundae, with pink ice cream topped with red jam, the lid tightly closed, and a layer of fine water droplets condensing on the cup.

He took it out of his bag, held it in his palm, and handed it to her.

Xiao Yunqing was stunned. "You...you went to buy ice cream?"

"Um."

"When did you go?"

"There's a gap in the fence behind the cafeteria," Song Huan said. "I had a KFC employee deliver it to me beforehand, and then I ran over to get it."

Xiao Yunqing took the glass, and her eyes widened as her hand touched the rim. "It's still iced?"

Song Huan pointed to the railing by the playground, "Of course, I paid extra to have the shop assistant bring ice packs and wait there in advance."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I wanted you to be able to eat as soon as you finished running, but you ran too fast and I almost missed it."

Xiao Yunqing held the strawberry sundae, head down, and remained silent for a long time.

A few seconds later, she looked up, her lips curled up and her eyes crinkled.

"I forgive you."

Song Huan said, "Hey, I just finished running, I can't eat ice cream right away, wait a minute."

"How long will it take? I want to eat."

Xiao Yunqing pouted.

It took quite a while before I finally got his consent.

She quickly scooped out a spoonful and put it in her mouth, chewed it, and squinted her eyes.

"tasty."

She scooped out another spoonful and held it in front of him. "Do you want some?"

Song Huan glanced meaningfully at the faint teeth mark on the spoon, "I won't eat it."

"Eat it or don't, it's really annoying."

Xiao Yunqing snorted and withdrew her hand to continue eating.

The two walked slowly along the track, she in front and he beside her.

The sun shines on my body, feeling warm and cozy.

The playground was bustling with activity.

On the track, people were crossing the finish line; by the sandpit, people were doing long jumps; and groups of people were sitting on the grass.

Besides athletes, many other people were wearing strange and unusual clothes.

Some people wore dinosaur costumes, some dressed up as Sun Wukong (the Monkey King), and others wore long black robes and pointed hats, standing in the crowd taking photos with people.

Normally, if I wore these to school, I would definitely be stopped by the security guard, but it's different at the school sports meet, no one cares.

It seems the weirder it is, the more popular it is.

While eating ice cream, Xiao Yunqing looked around and tugged at Song Huan's sleeve whenever she saw something interesting.

"Look at that! That bear is so cute!"

A small brown bear was standing by the playground.

It has a round head, a furry body, a bulging belly, and two short arms hanging down at its sides.

The sunlight shone on it, and its brown fur gleamed with a soft light.

A group of students surrounded it. Some hugged it, some squatted down next to it and made a peace sign, and some patted its belly, making a "thump thump" sound.

Next to the teddy bear was a photographer hired by the school.

Xiao Yunqing's eyes lit up, and she grabbed Song Huan and ran forward, "Quick, quick, I want to take a picture with it!"

When I squeezed to the front of the teddy bear, there were a few boys next to me.

Wearing a school uniform, a first-year junior high student, whom Song Huan did not recognize.

They weren't taking pictures; they were just pushing the teddy bear around.

It wasn't a lighthearted joke; it was intentional.

Someone pushed him from behind, and the little bear stumbled forward two steps, almost falling over.

Another one bumped into it from the side, causing the little bear to sway to one side. After regaining its balance, it was pushed again.

"Haha, look how clumsy it is!"

"Push it again! Push it again!"

Several girls nearby couldn't stand it anymore and frowned, shouting, "What are you doing! Stop pushing!"

The boys laughed even louder and pushed even harder.

A boy pushed the bear from the front, and the bear lost its balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

The round body rolled half a circle on the ground, the headgear tilted to one side, revealing a small section of white chin underneath.

Xiao Yunqing, watching from afar, turned red with anger and immediately rushed over, shouting, "What are you doing!"

The boys were still laughing.

One of them reached out to push again, but was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.

Song Huan stood in front of him, not saying a word, just looking at him.

The boy recognized him, and his smile froze on his face.

The two people next to them also saw it, and the laughter sounded stuck in their throats, like chickens being choked.

"roll."

One word.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

The three boys exchanged glances, turned and ran, only daring to look back after running more than ten meters.

Song Huan ignored them, squatted down, and looked at the little bear on the ground.

"Are you alright?"

The little bear got up, dusted himself off, and shook his head.

It shook its round head, looking rather silly.

Xiao Yunqing leaned closer, tilting her head to look at it. "I'm glad you're alright. Can I take a picture with you?"

The little bear nodded.

Xiao Yunqing was overjoyed. She handed the ice cream to Song Huan and stood next to the teddy bear.

She made a peace sign, and the little bear stood beside her with its two short arms hanging down, looking adorable.

Then the cameraman snapped a picture.

Photos from that era couldn't be printed straight from the camera, so Xiao Yunqing could only run over and take a quick look. She smiled even more broadly, "Beautiful! Beautiful!"

She turned around, took the ice cream back from Song Huan, and pulled him away.

"Let's go, let's go take a look over there."

Song Huan was pulled along for a couple of steps when he suddenly felt someone tug at his sleeve.

I turned around and saw it was Little Bear.

It stood there, gesturing with its two short arms as if to say something.

He first pointed to Song Huan, then to himself, and then to the camera in the cameraman's hand next to him.

The movements were slow and a bit clumsy, but very earnest.

Xiao Yunqing understood and smiled, "It wants to take a picture with you."

Song Huan paused for a moment, looking at the little bear.

The little bear nodded frantically at him, its round head bobbing up and down, its two ears trembling.

Song Huan said with a hint of helplessness, "Well... okay then."

He walked back and stood next to the bear.

The photographer, holding up his camera, shouted, "Look at the lens!"

Song Huan looked at the camera with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth and a nonchalant expression, as if to say, "I'm just going along with it."

The moment the shutter was pressed, the bear suddenly turned around and hugged him from the side.

A round head rested on his shoulder, two short arms wrapped around his waist, and a furry body pressed against him.

Song Huan paused for a moment, then didn't move.

"Click."

Xiao Yunqing, standing beside her, couldn't stop smiling. "This one's great! This one's great!"

Song Huan also ran over to the photographer for a look.

The little bear loosened its grip, took a step back, lowered its head, and twisted its two short arms together, like a child who had done something wrong.

Song Huan smiled and said, "The photos are really well taken."

The little bear raised its head; although its expression was not visible, one could sense that it was smiling.

These photos were taken just for fun, since there was no equipment to develop them on-site, and the photographer would delete them afterward.

Xiao Yunqing pulled Song Huan away, saying, "Come on, come on, there's another rabbit over there!"

The little bear stood there, watching them walk away.

After watching for a while, it turned around and chased after the departing photographer.

His steps were a little hurried, and his round body bounced up and down.

The photographer was packing up when he saw it run over. He paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you still taking pictures?"

"I want to wash."

The little bear made a lovely sound.

……

There is a row of steps behind the teaching building, where the sun doesn't reach and it's shady.

The little bear went over, sat on the top seat, and stretched out its legs.

There was no one around, only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves.

Remove the headgear.

Lin Yue sat there, her hair completely wet and plastered to her face, her cheeks flushed, and her forehead covered in sweat.

She took a breath and looked down at the photos that had just been developed in her hand.

In the photo, she is holding Song Huan, her big head resting on his shoulder. He stands there with a smile on his face, looking at the camera.

She stared at the photo for a long time.

My fingers gently touched the boy's face in the photo, from his forehead to his eyebrows, and from his eyebrows to the tip of his nose.

I touched it once, and then touched it again.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on the back of her hand, making it sparkle.

She smiled, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turning up, her eyes crinkling, completely different from how she usually looked with her head down in the classroom.

As she laughed, her eyes became a little red.

[It seems I've gotten myself into this mess...]

She carefully placed the photo into her school uniform pocket, patted it to make sure it was in place.

Then he put the hood back on, stood up, and patted the dust off his bottom.

The round little bear stood on the steps and glanced towards the playground.

It was lively over there. The loudspeaker was announcing the list of participants for the next competition. Some people were laughing, some were shouting, and some were clapping.

The little bear turned around and walked in another direction.