vncnus Chapter 77 Your Name
Chapter 77 Your Name
Chapter 77 Your Name
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Finally—she fell asleep.
Looking at the sleeping baby girl in his arms, Aaron let out a long breath.
Since the baby came to the library, Aaron has felt his days and nights are reversed and he is severely sleep-deprived.
Some even suffer from neurasthenia, and the slightest noise will instantly wake them up.
If Aaron hadn't known that his lifespan wouldn't end, he might have suspected that this would hasten the onset of menopause.
Fortunately, there are usually no visitors in the library, so his listlessness doesn't have much of an impact.
Anyway, quickly put her in bed so Aaron could get some more sleep.
Looking up, I saw Brianna's portrait.
Aaron was so focused on comforting the child that he didn't even notice that he had walked up to the mirror.
Aaron stopped and stared at Brianna's portrait.
Ever since Brianna entered his world, everything has started to change.
Brianna's arrival turned his library into a private tutoring school.
Lady Aurélie and Natalie came here to escape their pursuit, turning the library into a refuge.
Now that there's another baby girl left behind, what's going on? Should we switch to a childcare center?
Thinking of this, Aaron couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.
And at that moment, Aaron's reflection in the mirror also moved, saying with a mocking expression:
"Hehe, I didn't expect you to actually take care of her—what's her name?"
Only after being reminded by the person in the mirror did Aaron realize that he had never named the baby.
This gave him a bit of a headache, because he felt he had no talent for naming things.
Gou Sheng?
Ya Dan?
flowery?
Hey! The third one seems pretty good! This girl will definitely like it!
However, it doesn't seem to conform to the naming conventions of this country.
He couldn't help but frown and look at the portrait.
Miss Brianna is very clever. If it were her, what name would she give this baby girl?
The person in the mirror, seemingly seeing Aaron staring at Brianna's portrait, said:
"Calling her Brianna seems alright; it's a good substitute and a way to express one's hopes."
"Miss Brianna needs no replacement," Aaron said coldly.
Although she has been gone for many years, Aaron always felt that she hadn't gone too far.
However, the words of the person in the mirror gave Aaron a hint:
"Annie!"
Upon hearing this, the person in the mirror immediately burst into laughter:
"Hehehe! I see! Brianna used to call herself Anne Pierre, that was the pseudonym she gave you, hmm, that seems alright—so what's the last name? Lorraine? Capello? Or yours, Mosley?"
Yes, what surname should we choose?
Should we just copy Anne Pierre directly? But it feels like something's missing.
Aaron glanced to the side and saw the bookshelf.
He immediately had an idea.
Since Anne will be raised by Aaron, the librarian, and since she will be living in the library for a long time:
"Booker! Anne Booker!"
As soon as the name was uttered, Annie, who was fast asleep in my arms, smacked her lips.
Hey! She seems to like it!
Aaron ignored the person in the mirror and led Annie Booker back to the warm bedside.
Several months passed in the blink of an eye, and spring was drawing to a close.
At this moment, Aaron knew how difficult it was to raise a child, and he already had heavy dark circles under his eyes.
Annie has grown teeth and it's time for her to eat solid food and gradually be weaned.
If it were Aaron himself, he could make do with some dried meat and bread.
But he would never dare to do that when raising a child.
Out of necessity, he built a small stove on the rooftop specifically to make porridge and minced meat for Annie.
These days have been exhausting for Aaron; he feels like he's lost weight as a result.
The only thing that could comfort him was that Annie was far more adorable than he had imagined.
This girl is very attached to Aaron; she will burst into tears if they are separated by ten steps.
Now she has learned to crawl, and wherever Aaron goes, she crawls to follow.
But Aaron also said goodbye to sleeping in from then on.
Every morning, Annie would climb onto Aaron's face and pat his nose.
Once Aaron wakes up and opens his eyes, Anne will giggle and dance around.
Looking at that soothed expression, Aaron could only shake his head helplessly. Ha, he couldn't even get a chance to throw a tantrum when he woke up. Ever since Lady Auré passed away, Aaron had become more concerned about one thing.
Why is the manner of Lady Aure's husband's death so similar to the manner of Aaron's murder using a curse?
Was that matter truly unrelated to Miss Brianna?
Therefore, Aaron has been working harder than ever to decipher the curse, and has recently made some small progress.
He discovered that the curse was still in effect and continued to have subtle, unseen effects on Aaron.
Aaron stood before the portrait, reaching out to touch the face of the person in the painting.
Miss, Aaron Meisi, what exactly did you do to me—"
"Hey ha~"
A sudden shout pulled Aaron from his thoughts.
Looking down, Anne was gazing curiously into the mirror.
She seemed to want to wipe the dirt off the girl's face in the mirror, so she reached out her hand to the mirror.
Little did she know, it was she herself who had gotten dust on her face.
Aaron laughed. It seemed that Annie was unaware of her "self".
He picked Annie up and held her high in the air.
Annie stretched out her limbs, her happy laughter echoing throughout the library.
Just then, Aaron heard someone push open the library door.
And it was at this time that the text appeared on the fourth page of his "Record of Borrowing Forbidden Books".
Aaron's lips curled slightly; the fourth borrower had finally come knocking.
He pulled Annie into his arms, ready to greet the visitor.
There were two visitors.
However, Aaron knew who the chosen one was without even asking who the other person was.
Aaron knew one of them:
"Natalie?"
Natalie smiled at Aaron: "Long time no see, Curator."
"Natalie—you, you've changed so much, you seem to have grown up—"
Aaron stammered as he observed Natalie.
Natalie had grown much taller, and her hair, now dyed black, was almost shoulder-length.
Her face is still small, but she looks much more mature than she did two years ago.
As for her figure—well, no wonder she's Lady Aurée's daughter.
However, her lively temperament hasn't changed much.
"I'm so glad you recognized me," Natalie smiled at Aaron. "But, Curator, you've changed a lot too. You look like—"
Uncle?
Aaron knew what Natalie wanted to say, and that was exactly what Aaron wanted others to see.
For the past thousand years, Aaron has gone to great lengths to prevent his secret from being discovered by outsiders.
Apart from those who borrowed the banned books, no one had seen Aaron's face for more than five years.
Otherwise, people will inevitably question why he doesn't age.
But things are different now. Through Lady Aurélie, he has mastered Catherine's disguise techniques, and he can easily change his appearance.
He is currently in his ninth year as Aaron Mosley VIIVI, around thirty years old, and should be looking like a middle-aged man.
Natalie was well aware of Lady Aurée's abilities, and since even she didn't suspect Aaron's deliberate alteration of his appearance,
This is enough to show that Aaron's disguise strategy was very successful.
"Time flies," Aaron said happily, "but then again, Natalie, women should still pay a little attention to their diet to avoid losing their figure."
"Out of shape?"
"It may be a bit rude, but—" Aaron pointed to Natalie's stomach.
Natalie followed Aaron's finger and looked down at her belly.
Then she laughed:
"Director, this isn't fat—"
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"I have a baby!"