From the entrance of the community to downstairs, Song Yuan ran all the way. Her body was not wet, but she did not dare to be too careless in this weather. If she really caught a cold and fell ill, she would suffer for at least a week. As soon as she entered the house, she greeted Rong Ting, picked up her pajamas, and ran to the bathroom.
Rong Ting would wait for Song Yuan to come back for dinner every day. There was no tutor here, so he arranged his time very well.
He had finished his homework for the day, and he had practiced his calligraphy. Moreover, the knowledge from the books here was profound. He always felt that his brain and vision were much wider than before.
Song Yuan washed her hair and took a shower. Her whole body was warm. Winter was the season for fattening up. At this moment, she looked at the food on the table and her fingers were wide open. However, there was no steam coming out of it. She heated up the food again. Rong Ting followed beside her. Although he did not say it, his affection for her was obvious to anyone with eyes.
The little prince lacked maternal love.
Song Yuan used to share her daily affairs with Rong Ting, but she did not want to share today.
If this child heard that she was sharing an umbrella with another man today, he would probably be so angry that he would not be able to sleep at night. She did not know if it was because the Emperor was usually too dignified. Rong Ting said that as long as she was happy, but in fact, he really hoped that she could reconcile with his father.
Gugu really liked her very, very much. However, he worshipped his father very much, even though he did not say it.
After dinner, Rong Ting took the initiative to help Song Yuan clean up. The auntie had already left. Fortunately, there was a dishwasher at home. After eating and drinking to their fill, Song Yuan let Rong Ting take a shower.
The mother and son were both fragrant. They nestled on the sofa and watched TV series.
Song Yuan did not have the hobby of watching TV series, and Rong Ting was not very interested in TV series or cartoons. However, it was winter, and they could not go out for a stroll in the cold wind. The only entertainment that both of them could indulge in at the same time was watching TV.
Recently, under the recommendation of her colleagues, Song Yuan watched a transmigration web drama.
In fact, there was no need to recommend it to her colleagues. The male lead was a little fresh meat that Song Yuan liked very much. In order to support her idol, of course, Song Yuan had to go and watch it.
This drama was a group drama. Song Yuan was not charmed by the CP of the male and female leads. Instead, he liked the secondary CP very much. It was just that the secondary CP was obviously a sadistic one.
Song Yuan could not stand this kind of scene. Not only were the actors and actresses of this drama good in terms of looks and acting skills, but the costumes and props were also very exquisite. The quality of the graphics was also very clear, giving people the feeling of watching a movie. What was worse was that the background music was too tear-jerking. As soon as the prelude came out, Song Yuan's eyes turned red.
Rong Ting felt that this TV series was very boring.
Unlike other children, he was not interested in adult dramas and cartoons were even more boring.
He inadvertently turned his head and saw that his mother, who was sitting next to him, was crying. He felt very frightened.
"Mother, why are you crying?" Rong Ting asked in surprise.
Song Yuan wiped her tears. She also felt that she was very neurotic in front of a child. "Don't you feel very sad? Other than family dramas, the thing I can't stand the most is this kind of separation between life and death. This is really painful. Your lover is dead, but you are still alive. Of course, it's more painful for a white-haired person to send off a black-haired person. "
Was it the most painful thing to be alive when your lover was dead?
Rong Ting was thoughtful, but he still said, "Mother is crying because of the drama. Her emotions are really rich and delicate."
Song Yuan was a little embarrassed. "It's okay. The main thing is that I really like this couple."
She had already stopped crying. Crying because of the drama in front of a child seemed to make her seem very childish.
Rong Ting did not know if he was affected by her. Originally, he would complain about the parent-child segment of the TV series at night every day. He would either complain that the costumes in the period dramas were unsightly or that the people in the dramas were unruly. In short, his little mouth was very talkative. Today was very strange. He did not say anything. Even if the male lead in the period dramas casually entered and exited the harem as an outsider, or even hugged and pulled the female lead, Rong Ting only had an expression of disdain and did not express his own opinion.
Rong Ting only thought of his Imperial Father.
That year, he followed his Imperial Father to Summer Sun. He did not remember what exactly they were going to do. At that time, he was still young, about three or four years old. He only knew that his Imperial Father seemed to have something very important to do.
A child's memory was ultimately limited. He had almost forgotten a lot of things. However, there was one thing that resurfaced in his mind with his mother's words today.
That year, on the way to Summer Sun, when they passed by a manor to rest, his Imperial Father saw a young woman. At that time, he was sitting next to his Imperial Father and saw with his own eyes that his Imperial Father was absent-minded.
At that time, he was still very naughty and only cared about having fun. In the manor, he accidentally heard the accompanying palace maids discussing in low voices.
That palace maid lowered her voice and said that the young woman looked a bit like his Imperial Mother. Now that his Imperial Father had noticed her, she would definitely enter the palace. She might even become a favored concubine.
At that time, he did not understand what it meant. He was just very curious because he had never seen his Imperial Mother. When he wanted to see that young woman, he found that she was not in the manor.
At night, the old palace maid took care of him as usual. He was very puzzled and asked the old palace maid if the young woman today looked like his Imperial Mother.
Before the old palace maid could answer, his Imperial Father came in and asked everyone in the room to leave. He was a little uneasy when only he and his Imperial Father were left in the room.
His Imperial Father sat in a chair and looked at the candle. He did not know what he was thinking. Later, his Imperial Father said to him, "She doesn't look like her. Remember, in this world, no one looks like her and will not become her."
In the end, that young woman did not enter the palace as others had guessed. His Imperial Father even punished a group of people because of this. During that time, the atmosphere was very low and many people were anxious and uneasy.
Now that he thought about it, there should be someone who wanted to use that young woman to create momentum. Unfortunately, that person misjudged the Emperor's intentions.
Before going to bed at night, Rong Ting lay on the bed. Song Yuan prepared to tell him a bedtime story as usual. Rong Ting shook his head and said to her hesitantly, "Imperial Mother, although I don't understand the feelings between men and women, I think that Imperial Father has you in his heart."
Song Yuan was stunned. She smiled and rubbed his head, "En, I know."
After knowing that Rong Ting worshipped and revered his Imperial Father, she would not speak her mind in front of him anymore.
After all, although she had forgotten that memory, it did not mean that it did not exist. If she denied this point, what would the child think? She expressed her instinctive dislike for the role of the Emperor in front of the child. In the end, the child would be unhappy.
The future was still long.
Gugu would accept the fact that his parents had "divorced" one day.
Before he accepted it, she did not need to press her head and force him to accept it.
Perhaps Gugu's words still had an effect. Song Yuan, who had slept well for a long time, dreamed again.
In her dream, she seemed to be wearing an ancient costume and going shopping. It was at night, and she was excitedly following a person to release Kongming lanterns.
When the Kongming lanterns rose into the air, the night was very beautiful. Many people were releasing lanterns. That person was holding her hand. She was a bit shy, but she still clasped his fingers tightly.
She raised her head to look at that person's face, but the dream was very blurry and she could not see clearly.
"Rounding it up, the Kongming lanterns can also be considered shooting stars. I want to make a wish!" This was her speaking.
That person only chuckled.
"I hope that Ziheng will be healthy and live a long life!"
"That's your wish?"
"En!"
"A woman's wish is nothing more than for two people to be in love and be together forever. Yuanyuan is indeed different. She especially cares about me."
"Don't be moved too early. I'm a more vicious person. If you do something that hurts me, we'll break up and I'll find someone else. As for you, you can only watch helplessly and live a long life. Sigh. " She thought about it and felt that it was not appropriate to say this. "No, that's not right either. After we break up, I definitely won't care about what happens to you."
That person seemed to have said something, but she did not hear it clearly and woke up.
Song Yuan sat on the bed. How should she put it? It was different from the last time when she thought that she was just dreaming. This time, her thoughts diverged and she had a bold guess. Could this not be a simple dream? Could it be that it was her real experience in ancient times?
She changed her clothes and walked out of the bedroom. Rong Ting had already woken up and was practicing calligraphy. She went over and pondered for a while before she finally asked her doubts. "Gugu, let me ask you a question. What's your father's name?"
Rong Ting glanced at her and picked up a pen to write two words on the rice paper.
"Yung Heng?" Song Yuan nodded. "Then I'll have to ask you again. Does he have any other name? For example, Ziheng or something."
She did not know the situation of the Daye Dynasty. She knew that some of the dynasties that really existed, those poets seemed to have words.
Rong Ting shook his head. "This Monarch has never heard of this name."
"… Alright."
It seemed that it was really just a dream.
However, perhaps that was her real experience in ancient times. It was just that her boyfriend was not the Emperor.
In her transmigration, there were also princes and emperors who casually used aliases to visit the common people …
It was a pity that Gugu did not know much. Otherwise, she might be able to piece together a story from the details!
It had snowed last night and the ground had turned white. In such weather, Song Yuan did not know how to drive and obediently went to the bus stop to take the bus. Before she walked over, she saw the handsome white-haired man standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus!
A handsome man of this level would be the center of attention no matter where he went. At least, she saw him at a glance.
She did not know if it was because her gaze was too intense, but he also turned his head and looked over. Their eyes happened to meet.
He gave her a smile. This should be his way of greeting her.
Song Yuan held the umbrella handle. On the surface, she looked very calm and even returned his smile.
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