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Chapter 27
Song Yuan ran all the way from the gate of the community to the downstairs. She didn’t get wet, but in this weather she didn’t dare to care too much. She was really going to catch a cold and get sick. It would be uncomfortable for at least a week. At home, she said hello to Rong Ting and then she picked up her pajamas and ran to the bathroom.
Rong Ting waits for Song Yuan to come back for dinner every day. There is no master, and he arranges his time well.
Today's classwork has been completed, and the handwriting has been practiced. Moreover, he always feels that his mind and vision are much broader than before.
Song Yuan washed her hair and took a shower. Her whole body came out warm. Winter is the season of sticking fat. At this moment, she looked at the food on the dinner table with her index finger open, but she was not steaming anymore. After the heat, Rong Ting followed her. Although he didn't know what to say, his nostalgia for her was basically visible to anyone with eyes.
The little prince lacks maternal love.
Song Yuan used to share everyday things with Rong Ting, but today she doesn't really want to share it.
If the child heard that she was holding an umbrella with another man today, he would probably be so angry that he could not sleep at night. don’t know if the emperor’s majesty is usually too majestic. Rong Ting said that as long as she is happy, he actually hopes that she can reconcile with his father.
Gugu really liked her very very much, but in his bones he admired his father, although he didn't say anything.
After eating, Rong Ting took the initiative to help Song Yuan clean up together. Auntie had already left. Fortunately, there was a dishwasher at home. After eating and drinking enough, Song Yuan asked Rong Ting to take a bath.
Both mother and son were scented, and they were lying on the sofa watching TV series.
Song Yuan does not have a hobby of chasing dramas. Rong Ting is not very interested in TV dramas, including cartoons, but in this winter, it is impossible to go out and blow the cold wind. The only entertainment that two people can participate in at the same time is watching TV. .
Recently, Song Yuan chased a cross network drama under the help of his colleague.
In fact, there is no need for my colleague Amway. The actor is a little fresh meat that Song Yuan likes very much. In order to support his idol, Song Yuan of course wants to join in to see it.
This drama is a group portrait. Song Yuan was not cute by the CP of the male and female protagonists. Instead, he liked the deputy CP very much, but the deputy CP was obviously a sadomasochist.
In this episode, the deputy CP has received lunch boxes one after another. Song Yuan can’t stand this kind of role. Not only the actors’ appearance and acting skills are online, the costumes and props are also very elegant, and the picture quality is also very clear, giving people a kind of look. The feeling of the movie is even worse because bgm is too teary. As soon as the prelude came out, Song Yuan's eyes were red.
Rong Ting finds this TV series very boring.
Unlike other children, he is not interested in adult TV shows, and cartoons are even more boring.
He turned his head inadvertently, and saw tears in the eyes of the mother sitting next to him, feeling very horrified.
"Why does the queen shed tears?" Rong Ting asked in surprise.
Song Yuan wiped her tears, and she also felt that she was so nervous in front of the child, "Don't you feel uncomfortable? The most unbearable thing I can't stand apart from family drama is the separation of life and death. This is really painful. The lover is dead and he is still alive. Of course it is more painful for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person."
Is it the most painful thing to be alive if my lover is dead?
Rong Ting thoughtfully, but still said: "The empress is sad for the drama, she is really rich and delicate."
Song Yuan was a little embarrassed, "It's okay, mainly because I really like this pair."
She had already stopped her tears at this moment, crying in front of the child because of the uncomfortable TV plot, as if she would appear to be a childish Azi.
Rong Ting didn’t know if she was affected by her. Originally, he would complain every day when he watched the parent-child part of the TV series at night. He either complained about the spicy eyes of the costume drama or the people in the chaos were unruly. a lot of. It's strange today. He didn't say anything. Even if the male protagonist in the costume drama enters and exits the harem as a foreigner, or even embraces the female protagonist, Rong Ting is just a look of blindness, and did not give his own evaluation.
Rong Ting only thought of his father.
He followed his father to Xiayang that year, and he forgot what he was going to do. He was still young, three or four years old. Only knowing that the emperor father seems to have something very important.
After all, the child's memory is limited. He has almost forgotten many things, but one thing re-emerged in his mind with the words of the mother and queen today.
On the way to Xiayang that year, when he passed a manor to take a break, the father saw a young woman. At that time, he was sitting next to the father and saw the father lost his mind.
At that time, he was still very naughty. He was having fun, and accidentally heard the accompanying court ladies whispering discussions in the manor.
The court lady said in a low voice that the young woman looked a bit like a queen. Now that the emperor father noticed it, he must be entering the palace, and maybe he will become the favorite concubine.
He didn't know what it meant at the time, but was very curious, because he had never seen his mother, and when he wanted to meet the young woman, he found that she was no longer in the manor.
In the evening, the old palace lady took care of him as usual, and he was very puzzled, and asked the old palace lady if the young woman today looks like a mother queen.
Before the old lady answered, the father came in and let everyone in the house go out. Only him and the father were left in the house, and he was a little uneasy.
The emperor father sat on a chair and looked at the candle, not knowing what he was thinking. Later, the emperor said to him: "No, you remember, no one in this world is like her, and will not become her."
In the end, the young woman didn't enter the palace as others had guessed, and the father punished a group of people for it. During that time, the air pressure was very low and many people were anxious.
Now that think about it, there should be someone who wants to use that young woman to build momentum, but it's a pity that that person miscalculated the emperor's mind.
Before going to bed at night, Rong Ting was lying on the bed. Song Yuan was going to tell him bedtime stories as usual. Rong Ting shook his head and hesitated to say to her: "Mother, although I don’t understand the relationship between men and women, I just think, Father has you in his heart."
Song Yuan was taken aback, smiled and touched his head, "Well, I see."
After knowing Rong Ting's worship and awe of his father, she would no longer say those inner words in front of him.
After all, although she forgot that memory, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. If she denies this, what would the child think? She showed instinctive dislike for the role of the emperor in front of the child, and it was the child who was unhappy in the end.
The future is still long.
gǔ gǔ will one day accept the fact that his parents have been "divorced".
Before he accepted, she didn't have to press her head to force him to accept.
Probably the words of gǔ gǔ still had an effect. Song Yuan, who slept well for a long time, dreamed again.
In her dream, she seemed to go shopping in ancient costumes. It was at night, and she followed a person to set off the sky lanterns in excitement.
When the Kong Ming Lantern rose into the air, the night was beautiful, and many people were lighting up the lights. She was a little shy with that person holding her hand, but she still clasped his fingers tightly.
She raised her head to look at the man's face, but it was vague in her dream and couldn't see clearly.
"Rounding up, Kongming Lantern can also be regarded as a meteor, I want to make a wish!" This is her talking.
The man just chuckled.
"I hope Ziheng will be healthy and live a hundred years!"
"Is this your wish?"
"Yep!"
"A woman's wish is nothing more than a happy love and a long life together. Yuanyuan is really different and cares about me especially."
"Don't be moved too early. I'm a poisonous person. If you do something that hurts me, we will break up and I will find someone else. As for you, you can only watch and live forever. . Eh." She thought for a while, as if it was inappropriate to say that, "No, it's not right, I definitely don't care about you and I don't bother to care about you after we shoot and break."
The man seemed to say a word, but she woke up without hearing it clearly.
Song Yuan was sitting on the bed. How do you say it? It was different from the last time she thought she was just dreaming. This time her thinking was divergent, and she had a bold guess whether this was not a simple dream, and whether it might be her in ancient times. What about the real experience?
She changed her clothes and walked out of the bedroom. Rong Ting had already woke up and was practicing calligraphy. She leaned over, brewed for a while, and finally asked her doubts, "Gu Gu, let me ask you a question, your father. What's your name?"
Rong Ting glanced at her, picked up a pen and wrote two characters on the rice paper.
"Rong Heng?" Song Yuan nodded, "Then I have to ask you again, does he have any other names, such as Ziheng or something."
She didn't know what happened to Daye Dynasty, some real dynasties she knew, those poets seemed to have words.
Rong Ting shook his head, "I haven't heard the name alone."
"……Ok."
It seems that it is really just a dream.
However, maybe that is indeed her real experience in ancient times, but her boyfriend is not the emperor.
Aren’t there any princes and emperors in Traversing novels who randomly choose a pseudonym to visit the people...
It's a pity that gǔ gǔ doesn't know much, otherwise she might be able to piece together a story from the minutiae!
It snowed again last night and the ground turned white. In such a weather, Song Yuan could not drive anymore. Honestly, she went to the bus station and took the bus. She saw it at the bus stop before she walked over. The handsome gray-haired guy standing waiting for the bus!
A handsome guy of this level is the focus no matter where he goes, at least she saw him at a glance.
don't know if her eyes are too strong, he also turned his head and looked over, just his eyes met.
He smiled at her. This should be his way of greeting.
Song Yuan held the handle of the umbrella, on the surface it was calm, and even smiled back at him.