Sir, would you like a cigarette?

Zhang Quan wanted to adopt the child.

Legal adoption, of course, can't be helped.Chapter transcripts are not eligible.

But his little aunt fit.

The procedure is not difficult.My sister-in-law's family has no children, and she doesn't plan to have one.

Children over the age of ten must be adopted with their own consent.

"They can be your parents in name." Zhang Ji patiently explained to the child: "As long as you agree, then you can live with me forever."

"Always." The child repeated his words.

"Always." Zhang Quan said.

The child stared blankly at Zhang Quan stretching out a little finger.Zhang Quan said, "I'm not lying to you. Pull the hook."

The child didn't understand what he meant, but he still stretched out his hand and solemnly wrapped Zhang Quan's little finger with his whole hand.

Zhang Quan was amused again and smiled.After laughing, I felt a little distressed.

The 11-year-old child still looks thin and small like seven or eight years old.I haven't seen Pleasant Goat, I haven't seen Peppa Pig, and I don't know what a hook is.

The first question that troubled Zhang Tran was the child's name.To welcome a new life, of course, there must be a new name.

Zhang Quan will not give a name.

He looked through the dictionary for a long time, and looked up a lot of things on the Internet.With a final throw of the mouse, he walked up to the child.

He looked at the child: "Just call you An Ning, okay?"

"And my surname, Zhang Anning."

The child looked up at him, learning to read: "Zhang Anning."

Zhang Yan looked at him for a long time, then smiled and patted his head: "Yes, do you know what An Ning means?"

The child still looked at him quietly.

"I want you to be at ease, be at ease, be at ease."

The child nodded vigorously.

"An Ning." Zhang Quan called him.

Child: "Yeah!"

Then he frowned and thought for a while, then looked at Zhang Ji: "Then what do I want to call you, do I want to call you brother?"

"Call me Dad." Zhang Ji took advantage of An Ning solemnly: "Come, call me Dad."

An Ning looked at him shyly for a long time, but didn't speak.

Zhang Tran coaxed and lied for a long time, but An Ning still didn't call him daddy in the end.

"You're not much older than me," An Ning said, "My aunt said so. She said I could call you brother, but she didn't ask me to call you dad."

Fine.Zhang Tran was inexplicably regretful.

The problem of An Ning going to school is a bit difficult to solve.

An Ning had attended elementary school in Xiaocun before, but she only learned the most basic ABCD, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and pinyin.

At An Ning's age, he must be in the fifth grade.Although it looks small.

Zhang Quan had no choice but to find second-hand textbooks for grades [-] to [-], and teach An Ning how to read at home.

An Ning had learned very little before this, but An Ning was very smart, so smart that Zhang Ji was a little surprised.No matter what, as long as you tell him once, he can remember it firmly, and it's not the kind of memorization by rote.

Just occasionally make some small mistakes.

"...The following is a word for friend," Zhang Zhuan said, "Love, the following is a friend's friend, not you, you always write it wrong. If you make a mistake, it is another word, "love" and "shou", It's different, you know."

Zhang Tran's voice was a little loud, and An Ning lowered her head in discomfort.

Looking at An Ning silently bowing his head, Zhang Yan frowned slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled.

He covered his heart.

Alas, it's a foul for beauty to attack.

Zhang Quan couldn't bear to speak loudly to Zhang Anning anymore.