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Chapter 76:
After all, Rong Heng has been emperor for so long, and have never seen any big winds and waves. Just now saw the doctor suddenly, standing in a dark place, he thought that man was Meng Qingrong, and he didn't recover for a while, so he was unavoidably surprised. It wasn't until the doctor walked over and smiled politely at him. He took a closer look and found that it was not Meng Qingrong. This doctor was whiter than Meng Qingrong, and there was no Meng Qingrong's steadfastness between his eyes. It's just that they look a bit like each other, and they are a little bit farther away. It's the evening again now. It's normal to mistake the doctor for Meng Qingrong.
Just like she said, he looks exactly like Xie Heng in this world, and there is another person who looks like her elder brother seven to eight, what is surprising.
He quickly returned to his normal look.
"Yuanyuan, I..." Rong Heng seldom talks poorly in front of others.
It was the first time he called her this way since he reunited with her. As soon as he spoke, his throat became sore.
He really missed her too much. For a while, when he saw the word "garden" on the plaque in the palace, he would feel confused and even angry.
Song Yuan looked at him like this, carefully measured his expression, suddenly wanted to laugh, everything seemed to be reversed. In the past, she was always trembling in front of him, always cautious, since she knew his identity Later, since knowing that the imperial power is supreme, she was afraid of saying a wrong sentence for fear that it might hurt General's Residence. Even if there is resentment and anger in my heart, I will only vent a little bit when I can't bear it, and the remaining eight and nineteen are all swallowed alive. Looking back now, she also felt strange to herself at that time.
In front of her, although he tried his best to let go of his role as the emperor, he was the prince since birth, followed by the prince, and then the emperor. Pride is engraved in his bones. He is used to ignore everyone, so he doesn’t What know is that he is also aloof in front of her.
Later, he always asked her, why can't he be treated as an ordinary husband?
Who dares to ask, who has the courage to give all the sincerity to someone who can kill himself and his family anytime, anywhere?
Although she was stupid, she didn't dare to be so stupid.
"You should have something to tell me. It's too cold here to chat." Song Yuan put his hands in the pockets of the down jacket, with a relaxed expression, even with a smile, "Take my car and let your driver drive. Go first, I'll take you back to your hotel later."
Rong Heng stared at her, not letting go of the expression on her face, very strange, he only saw peace on her face, there was no resentment or sadness, and there was only real peace.
"it is good."
The two went to the first floor of the inpatient department and took the elevator to the parking lot on the first floor. There were many people in the elevator. Rong Heng subconsciously reached out to protect Song Yuan, not wanting her to be hit by someone.
Seeing him like this, Song Yuan said in a low voice and politely: "Thank you."
Rong Heng was startled when he heard the words.
Things didn't seem to develop as he expected. At least he hadn't guessed her reactions at this time.
He thought she would be very sad, thought she would blame him for hating him, but now it seems that her current peace does not seem to be a fake, she is not the kind of person who is good at disguising and acting, and he has been with her for several years. It can be seen that she has really calmed down. Compared to before she recovered her memory, she was more stable and relieved, and she was less innocent and cheerful.
From the first floor to the negative first floor quickly, the two walked out of the elevator one after another. Rong Heng followed Song Yuan, and he kept looking at her back.
She quickly found her car, opened the door and sat in, and he also sat in the passenger seat.
"You have been here for so long, and I don't seem to have invited you to dinner except that time I invited you to mutton-shabu." Song Yuan smiled, "This time I'm going to be a host, and I will ask you to eat delicious food. I remember that you also like seafood. Otherwise, let's eat seafood and go back to pick up Rong Ting?"
Rong Heng looked at her silently, and finally nodded.
"Gu Gu must be very happy, I'll call him first."
Song Yuan took out his mobile phone from his bag and dialed Rong Ting's phone. The other end quickly picked up. The little tit who worked hard to pretend to belong to Rong Ting sounded, "Mother, what's the matter?"
"A few days ago, didn't you still say that you want to eat Jiwei shrimp? I have met with your father now. We will pick you up and eat seafood together, OK?"
Her brisk tone made Rong Heng a little lost. He had the illusion that they were the most common and warmest family of three in the world.
Rong Ting cheered, "Okay! I was just about to say that the food at home is not enough!"
Although he is very happy to eat the food made by the emperor, but he wants to eat seafood~
"That's all right, you just pack it up, remember to bring your insulated kettle, and you will go downstairs in about twenty minutes."
"En!" Rong Ting was very happy, and left the conversation with his father this afternoon behind him.
After hanging up the phone, Song Yuan was lowering his head to fasten his seat belt and heard the man sitting next to him say in a low voice: "I'm sorry."
Sorry, Song Yuan was also stunned.
She knew that her husband was the emperor, and even now, when she recalled, she couldn't remember whether she heard these three words from him.
Now that she suddenly heard him say sorry, she thought she had heard it wrong.
"Why do you want to say sorry?" Song Yuan looked at him puzzled.
Rong Heng did not speak.
"Are you talking about you pretending to have amnesia?" Song Yuan suddenly realized, waved his hand, pursed his lips, and revealed a shallow vortex, "It's okay, I'm not angry, but I think you'd better follow Rong Ting apologized. He was very concerned about this. At first he thought you were injured to cause amnesia, and he worried for a long time. After he knew that you were pretending to have amnesia, he was actually quite injured."
Rong Heng could still tell whether Song Yuan was telling the truth or not.
She had bright eyes and a relaxed tone at the moment, obviously she didn't mind.
But why?
She was not like this before.
There was a kind of weakness and frustration in his heart that everything was slowly getting out of his grasp. It seemed that he wanted to hide something. He asked a little eagerly: "Why are you not angry? Why are you not angry?"
When he said something, he also noticed that he was inexplicably excited, he sighed in relief, and said in a low voice: "Sorry, I'm just a little curious, and I didn't mean to accuse you."
After all, Song Yuan has been a husband and wife for a long time with him, and probably no one knows what he thinks and what his mood is like now.
She was silent for a moment, and did not start the car immediately. Instead, she turned her head to look at him. When her eyes touched his white hair, she seemed to be stinged. She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Finally answer your question. , After I drive, we won’t talk anymore, okay? I’m afraid of being distracted. I’m not smart. You know, I can’t do dual purposes. I don’t want to talk while driving.”
"Yep."
"When I was studying, I read a book by Mr. Lu Xun. There was an article in it. I was very impressed. He said that Chinese people's temperament like to reconcile and compromise. For example, if you want to open a window, the surrounding People definitely disagree, but if you say you want to tear down the roof, they will come to reconcile, and in the end they will be willing to open the window." Song Yuan smiled embarrassedly, "I'm such a person, I don't know that. Is the analogy right here? I’m probably like this. If nothing happened at the beginning, then I would definitely be very angry now. After all the past, after you concealed your identity, you made a decrement to General's Residence to marry me. It might be me. I’m more tolerant of it, so now you pretend to have amnesia, and I’m really not angry."
This is what she really thinks.
She is really...
No wonder her parents always worry that she will be deceived.
After Rong Heng heard this answer, he felt a knife stuck in his heart. She is obviously not angry, she is still willing to talk to him, this is the result he dreams of, why when she does this, he will be even more uncomfortable.
She told Rong Ting that she was used to it.
Now she said that after those things, she would not be angry anymore.
He would rather she blame him, scold him and hate him as before, rather than want her to be like now.
After Song Yuan said these words, she also relaxed a lot. She looked at the dial on the car and saw that what she saw was a modern parking lot. She felt more at ease, squeezed the steering wheel and turned her head to face him. Smiled, "Okay, I'll talk about it later, I guess there is still a bit of traffic jams, I have to drive wholeheartedly."
Rong Heng nodded silently.
Thinking back to all these years, recalling her original appearance, and thinking about the words she just said, his jaw tightened and his heart was very sad.
Putting his hands on his knees, he clenched unconsciously.
The car slowly drove out of the parking lot. There were many cars coming in from the hospital, and going out from the hospital went smoothly. Song Yuan was really single-minded when driving. Rong Heng turned his head to look at her. She was the same as before, but different from the past. During the last period of time in the harem, he watched her become more and more silent and depressed. He was helpless. He thought that one day she would accept Meng Qingrong’s death. Now think about it, her depression is for Is she doing it for Meng Qingrong herself? Unknowable, this is a topic he doesn't want to talk about or touch.
He looked out of the car window, he was unfamiliar here, and he wanted to experience her mood back then.
While waiting for the traffic light, he whispered: "Do you believe it?"
Song Yuan was still paying attention to the road conditions ahead, and when he heard his soft words, he thought he had misheard.
"At that time, I also had the idea of wishing that I was just Ziheng."
Do you believe? I also occasionally hope that I am just your Ziheng, just an ordinary person.