For the last time, Song Yuan brought Rong Ting to do a physical examination. Rong Ting was in good health, and he had almost taken all the vaccines that he could get in the past six months. Song Yuan noted down Rong Ting's height, weight, and head circumference. The doctors were all praising Rong Ting, saying that he was in good health and that all his data were up to standard. It would be best if he wasn't picky about food.
There was a height chart at home. Song Yuan's eyes were red as she noted down his height on the wall. He was the height of a six-year-old Gugu.
Rong Ting silently watched her do all this. He sighed softly and returned to his bedroom. He secretly put the diary and key that she had bought for him in her desk drawer. He thought that after he left, his mother would see it.
Song Yuan gave her jade Buddha statue to Yung Heng. She still remembered what Rong Ting had said to her when he had just transmigrated. Now that she thought about it, it was probably because the jade pendant had protected him that Rong Ting was unharmed, while Yung Heng was seriously injured and almost lost his life.
Song Yuan could accept Rong Ting returning to the ancient times and returning to his original position, but she couldn't accept watching him disappear in front of her eyes. On this day, as usual, she put on her makeup and clothes, hugged Rong Ting, and said softly, "Mother is going out. You have to listen to your father at home and be good."
She treated it as if she was going out to work, as if … she would be able to see him when she returned.
Rong Ting changed into his ancient costume. He clenched his fists and looked reluctant, but he still nodded vigorously, "En, I will listen to father. I will eat well and grow up well. Even if I don't like to eat vegetables, I will eat a little. I will try not to study at night and protect my eyes."
During this period of time, Rong Ting had thought of staying, but the books that could be seen everywhere in the room were all tugging at his heart.
He wanted to be a good emperor, an emperor who didn't let the people suffer so much.
Mother Empress, I'm sorry. As a son, I can't be filial by my mother's side.
Song Yuan held back her tears and smiled. "Will you remember the way back?"
Rong Ting nodded. "I remember."
"That's good." Song Yuan pursed his lips. "I'll live happily. When you come back, we'll be together again."
She was lying to Rong Ting.
She felt that she would never fall in love with anyone else in her life, nor would she ever get married and have children again.
The father and son sent her to the elevator. Yung Heng suddenly took out two keys from his pocket and handed them to her. He said in a deep voice, "This is the key to my current residence, and this is the key to my study. I left something for you. You can take a look if you have time."
Song Yuan took the two keys and hummed softly.
She walked into the elevator. As the elevator door slowly closed, she couldn't control herself anymore. She covered her mouth with her hand and sobbed. She was afraid that Rong Ting would hear her cries.
Some people said that all the love in the world was for reunion, but only the love of parents was for separation.
She didn't understand what it meant when she read it back then, but now she vaguely understood.
After all, she was just a passer-by in Rong Ting's glorious and magnificent life.
If she couldn't accompany him, she shouldn't stop him.
What Song Yuan didn't know was that after the elevator door closed, Rong Ting stared blankly at the door, tears silently flowing down his face. Yung Heng squatted down and hugged him in his arms. He clumsily but gently patted his back. His voice was choked with sobs. "Alright, we have our own things to do. She also has her own life. Rong Ting, don't cry."
The person who coaxed his son to stop crying also had tears streaming down his face.
"Father Emperor, I hate you."
"Okay."
***
Song Yuan wandered aimlessly on the streets. In the end, she accidentally touched the key in her pocket. After thinking for a while, she hailed a taxi and went to Yung Heng's residence.
When she opened the door with the key, she was greeted by his unique scent.
She sniffed carefully. In fact, there was no smell at all. The furnishings and decorations in the house were very cold, just like him. There was almost no dust in the living room. She changed her shoes and walked all the way to the door of his study. The door of the study was tightly shut. She took out the key and opened the door. The first thing she saw was a pile of framed and rolled up paintings on the table. They were almost piled up into a small mountain.
She came to the desk. She vaguely knew that these were the things he had left for her.
She hesitantly picked up one of the paintings and slowly rolled it up. She slowly saw the woman in the painting.
There were a total of twenty-three paintings, all of which were of her.
There was her wearing a cloak and standing under plum blossoms. There was her sitting on a stone bench sulking. There was also her kicking a shuttlecock …
The painter seemed to have memorized all her expressions and expressions in his heart. She didn't know why, but tears flowed out of her eyes and dripped onto the painting.
This was the thing he had left for her. She seemed to understand it. She also understood the five years of longing. At this moment, she suddenly felt that the things that had separated them in the past seemed very small. All of the resentment and blame were insignificant.
She seemed to have returned to the past. In the beginning, she liked him so purely and simply. She liked him so much that she wanted to be with him forever. She liked him so much that she was willing to suffer. Did she not love him later? If she didn't love him, how could there be Rong Ting? If she didn't love him, how could there be Rong Ting? If she didn't love him, what was this heart-wrenching pain?
She stayed in the study for a long time. When she rolled up the paintings and was about to put them away, she found a piece of paper under the photo frame.
At first, she thought it was for her, so she picked it up and saw familiar handwriting. She looked at the beginning and realized that this letter was not for her, but for Mrs. Xie.
The content of the letter was very simple. It only said that if Mrs. Xie could see this letter, please read it.
Yung Heng used a few words to introduce his origins. At the end of the letter, he wrote: You once asked me if I had any wishes or requests. Now that Xie Heng is dead, I only hope that you can protect my wife's life.
Song Yuan lowered her head and suddenly burst into tears.
***
Later, after returning home, Song Yuan also found the diary that Rong Ting had left for her. This child didn't like to write diaries very much. The content of the diary was so perfunctory that it made people laugh.
On Monday, it drizzled.
Imperial Mother told me to start writing a diary and write down every day's happy or unhappy events. My mood is like this every day. It's not good, but it's not bad either. Actually, it's not that I don't like to sing. I secretly sang a few lines in the bathroom. It was really terrible. Also, I don't know how to sing the songs here. The chicken wings that Imperial Mother made today were very delicious.
On Friday, the weather was clear.
I suspect that Imperial Father didn't lose his memory, but I don't have evidence. However, I will definitely find evidence.
On Sunday, the weather turned from cloudy to cloudy.
Lalalalala, I'm still not happy or unhappy. That's it! Imperial Mother's lipstick today is really ugly, but I can't tell the truth. I can only say that it looks good.
On Wednesday, the weather was cloudy.
I hate Imperial Father!!! Hate!!! Imperial Father is sinister and cunning. Imperial Mother is no match for him. Imperial Father seems to want me to help him put in a good word in front of Imperial Mother. That's impossible! A liar doesn't deserve anyone's help!
On Tuesday, the weather was clear.
I don't understand Imperial Father and Imperial Mother anymore. Forget it, it has nothing to do with me. I don't care.
On Thursday, it rained heavily.
Women are really troublesome, including Imperial Mother. Why can they shop for several hours? Do they not get tired? It's really amazing. I will never accompany a second woman to shop in my life. No one can make me compromise, except for Imperial Mother.
At the end, there was a poem written by Rong Ting. He wrote a sentence with a pencil: This poem wasn't written by me. The grand tutor once said that I'm not good at poetry. I admit it. However, I like this poem very much, because that's what I think.
"You asked me what I was doing before I was born. I answered that I was choosing my mother from the heavens. When I saw you, I felt that you were very good. I wanted to be your child, but I felt that I might not have the luck. I didn't expect that the next morning, I would already be in your stomach."
When Song Yuan saw this, the corners of his mouth curled up. Then, he held the diary to his chest and cried uncontrollably.
She wasn't a good mother at all! She only brought him to this world and spent so little time with him. For someone like her to have such a good child, she must have saved the galaxy in her previous life.
What should I do? Gugu, Imperial Mother probably doesn't want to have another child other than you.
Other than you, Imperial Mother also doesn't want to be anyone else's mother.
***
Under the arrangement of her parents, Song Yuan chose to go abroad to relax. She had lost a lot of weight during this period of time. Every day, she looked at the clothes left behind by Rong Ting and felt very sad. She had promised him that when she thought of him, she would smile and not cry. It had been a few months since Rong Ting left. Song Yuan's mood slowly calmed down. She had been to many places, met many people, and made many new friends. There were also people who liked her and pursued her. However, she found that Yung Heng's wish had been fulfilled. It seemed that she could no longer like anyone else. Every time someone said that they liked her, she would always think of him. Time was too powerful, it washed away all the unhappiness. Now, when she thought of him again, she could only think of happy things.
There would never be anyone who would love her as much as he did. It was said that it takes a hundred days to recover from a serious injury. She thought, after going through so many things, after being separated from each other, would she ever get better in this life?
However, whether it was good or bad, she had to live seriously and happily. This was the wish of the two people she loved, wasn't it?
During her time abroad, she accidentally found a novel.
This novel was very popular. Last year, it was turned into a movie and broadcasted in the form of a web drama. It even caused a large wave of discussion on Weibo. She also accidentally found out about it. The more she read, the more she felt that this novel was about the story between her and Yung Heng.
She saw the ending of the novel when she was on the train abroad.
There were a total of two chapters. One was written from the perspective of the male and female lead's son, which was the eunuch by the Crown Prince's side.
The Crown Prince missed his biological mother very much, which was Empress Jinde. When he was bored, he would go to Empress Jinde's Kunning Palace and stay alone. Sometimes, he would even stay overnight at Kunning Palace. This was originally unreasonable, but unfortunately, the Crown Prince was the only son of the Emperor. The Emperor trusted and doted on him very much. If the Emperor didn't say anything, who would dare to nag in front of the Crown Prince?
Who in the court didn't know that when the Crown Prince was still an infant, Empress Jinde passed away due to illness. The child missed his mother, so who could stop him?
The Crown Prince wasn't good at poetry. Most of the poems he wrote were related to Empress Jinde.
Once, when the Crown Prince fell ill, he called for his mother in his sleep. His Majesty the Emperor stayed up all night to watch over him. The eunuch secretly found that when the Crown Prince called for his mother, his Majesty the Emperor buried his head in the quilt and his shoulders shook. He seemed to be crying too.
This father and son pair, one missed his mother, the other missed his wife.
The strangest thing was that His Majesty the Emperor gave the Crown Prince a little puppy. The Crown Prince actually named it Durian and loved it very much.
When Song Yuan saw this, there was a deep smile in her eyes. She knew that when this kid went back, he would definitely miss everything here, including Durian.
Now, when she thought of Rong Ting again, she could calm down.
How wonderful. She saw in the book that her child had indeed grown up healthily.
The other side wrote about His Majesty the Emperor.
His Majesty the Emperor was diligent in political affairs and never stepped into the harem. When the Crown Prince was thirteen years old, he fell ill from overwork and passed away at the age of thirty-seven. After his death, he was buried together with Empress Jinde. Some people praised that before His Majesty the Emperor ascended the throne, his calligraphy and painting were unparalleled in the world. But for some reason, after Empress Jinde passed away, he didn't write any more poems or paintings.
He passed away at the age of thirty-seven …
When Song Yuan saw this, her eyes became blurry. He passed away at the age of thirty-seven? Why was it like this? Didn't he cherish his own body?
Originally, Song Yuan thought that she was about to accept this ending of life and that she was about to calm down. But at this moment, her heart still felt stuffy and flustered. Her heart felt like it was being grabbed by someone and was twitching.
Song Yuan was confused and confused on the streets of a foreign country. She didn't even know when it started to rain.
After she came back to her senses, she quickly walked under the eaves and squatted down. She quietly and blankly looked at the puddle. When it rained, she seemed to be able to clearly feel the passage of time.
She didn't know when this journey would end, nor did she know where it would end.
Didn't they agree that even if they weren't in the same time and space, they would still live well? Why did he leave at such a young age?
She didn't know how much time had passed. When she was staring at the ground in a daze, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in her sight. They were very close to her and she instinctively looked up. The man was holding an umbrella. He was very handsome and his white hair was especially eye-catching. Their eyes met and he smiled gently. "Long time no see."
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