lost hearts

Chapter 155 Part 3 Questions About Children

"Mr. Singto," Krist poked his head in front of Singto while clacking a whole bag of potato chips like a hamster, trying to attract his attention. Note, "Ask you a question."

"What's the problem?" Looking up from the phone, Singto looked at his younger brother who kept making crackling noises through the lenses of his short-sighted glasses, and blinked.

Picking up a piece of potato chips and handing it to his brother's mouth, Krist hooked a chair beside him and sat down, then looked into his brother's eyes and said, "That's right, if you get married..."

Singto frowned.

"Do you want a child?" Sensing that his brother's expression seemed a little subtle, and he couldn't tell what was wrong, Krist lost a little confidence in the second half of the question, but he asked it anyway, and took a sip by the way Fingers fed potato chips.

Sweeping meaningfully over Krist's finger that had just squeezed the potato chips to his lips, and now he stuffed it back into his mouth, the knot on Singto's brows loosened a little, and he replied seriously with a straight face: "I want child."

"Right! I said you want a baby too!" As if guessing some kind of lucky lottery, Krist stretched out the wet hand that had been licked by his tongue, and kissed him vigorously. Brother shook it, and shook it vigorously up and down a few times, "I want children too. It's best to have two."

Slowly raising the corners of his eyebrows, Singto seemed to have grasped some information from Krist's words, "And then?"

"Then? Then, let's raise it." With a natural look on his face, he touched another piece of potato chips. This time he bit half of it himself, and fed the remaining half to Singto's lips. Krist completely regained his sense of self-confidence. , "I want to raise a boy and a girl, and the older one is the son."

Singto chewed half of the potato chips obediently, listening to the sliced ​​potatoes go from crisp to silent in his mouth, "Actually, I want four or five children."

"...Four or five?!" His eyes widened, and he stared at P'sing with an expression of "did you make a mistake?" Krist waved his hands again and again, "No, no, four or five are too tired. It's not about Go play football."

"Four or five people can't play football." Correcting Krist in a direction that was completely off topic, Singto raised his jaw, opened his mouth halfway, and signaled Krist to feed him another piece of potato chips.

"Could it be possible that you still want to raise a whole football team?" Krist threw two potato chips into his brother's gaping mouth, and Krist raised his voice, which could be called doubting.

Stunned by the question, singto tilted his head and thought for a while, swallowed the potato froth in his mouth, and then replied conservatively: "That's not true... I just think that having more children is less lonely."

Krist immediately softened, and gave his brother a furry hug, accompanied by the rattle of the plastic bag: "In the future, Krist can accompany P'sing."

"...Actually, two are fine."

he said suddenly.

"Huh?" Bewildered by his brother's thoughtless speech, Krist looked into the boy's eyes.

Singto was still very serious, as if he had just thought carefully, and added: "Two children may be enough. The older one is a boy, and the younger one is a girl."

"Hmm." Krist showed a satisfied expression, raised his head, finished eating the potato chips upside down, and said vaguely, "Then it's settled."

After taking the empty packaging bag and crumpling it into a ball, he threw a beautiful airdrop and threw it into the trash can. Singto patted Krist's head with his clean hands and smiled.

"Well, it's settled."