Song Yuan looked down inadvertently and realized that Yung Heng was holding a bag in his hand. It was from the People's Hospital in the city, and it looked like a medical record.
The two of them were already friends, so Song Yuan would not be stingy with her concern. She pointed at the medical record and asked, "Is someone in your family sick?"
Yung Heng was stunned for a moment. He looked down at the medical record in his hand and shook his head with a smile. "It's not my family. It's me."
This time, it was Song Yuan's turn to be stunned. She exclaimed in surprise and asked him belatedly, "Are you sick? You don't look like a patient. "
She was telling the truth. She felt that Mr. Xie did not look like a patient. He looked very healthy.
"I can't be considered sick." Yung Heng seemed to be afraid of disturbing others, so he lowered his voice involuntarily with a faint smile on his face. "I had an accident this year and escaped death. I was seriously injured and almost lost my life. Fortunately, a kind person sent me to the hospital in time and saved my life. However, my brain might have been injured, so I couldn't remember a lot of things after I woke up. This time, I came here because I heard that there was a specialist here. My family also wanted me to come here to relax. "
He talked about his experience casually.
Song Yuan listened with trepidation.
She felt that it was very dangerous. However, if she had not experienced memory loss herself, she would find it hard to believe that such a thing could happen in real life. After all, memory loss was a joke that she had only seen in television dramas.
Seeing the faint confusion on Yung Heng's gentle face, she could empathize with him. "I can understand. It must be a terrible feeling to lose one's memory."
"I just feel very guilty that I made my family worry. After all, I forgot everything when I woke up, including who my family was. My mother was upset for a long time. " Yung Heng continued, "Miss Song, it seems that I can only speak my true thoughts in front of you without any burden. I'm not afraid that you will laugh at me, but it really doesn't feel good to lose one's memory. For example, when I face my parents, I feel very unfamiliar, as if they are not my family."
Would it be like this if he lost his memory?
Song Yuan could not understand this. When she saw Rong Ting for the first time, although he was also a stranger, she felt sad when she saw Rong Ting. He was clearly a stranger to her, but she liked him from the bottom of her heart … This was probably due to the blood relationship between mother and son.
Song Yuan couldn't help but comfort Yung Heng. "Mr. Xie, it's okay. Modern medicine is so advanced. Maybe it won't take long for you to remember."
Yung Heng couldn't help but laugh. "After a few months, I've come to terms with it. Of course, it's best if I can recall it, but it's also fine if I can't. The most important thing is to grasp the present. Sometimes, I think it might be a good thing to forget some unhappy things. "
"It's good that you think that way." Seeing Yung Heng so open-minded, Song Yuan was no longer worried about him.
"Oh, right." Yung Heng was still carrying a bag in his hand. He smiled and handed it to her. "This is a gift from a friend. I don't think I'll need it. I don't know if your son is learning calligraphy. This copybook is not bad. If your son is interested, you can let him practice it."
Song Yuan took it. When she saw the packaging and texture of the copybook, she knew it was expensive. Of course, she was embarrassed to accept it.
Yung Heng smiled and said, "I don't have any children, and there are no children at home who learn calligraphy. It's a waste to leave it with me. Keep it. Consider it a meeting gift from me to your son. "
Since he had said so, Song Yuan did not refuse, "Thank you. It's really such a coincidence. My son likes to write with a brush. I'm not boasting, but he really writes very well. I've brought him to a training class here before, and he said that the teacher's skills are not good enough. There's no other way. My dad is also contacting Beijing now. I heard that there's a very good calligrapher. When the time comes, I'll see if I can get in touch with that calligrapher."
Yung Heng thought, "Indeed, we can't delay the child. If there's anything I can help with, you must tell me. My family knows some people in Beijing."
Song Yuan felt that although the two of them had not known each other for a long time, she really had a good impression of him. He was warm-hearted and would not be rude.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Yung Heng raised his hand and looked at the time. "My friend should get off work. I'll leave first."
Song Yuan waved at him. "Goodbye. By the way, thank you for the copybook."
After watching Yung Heng leave, Song Yuan focused on Rong Ting's situation in the house.
Rong Ting came out of a piano lesson. From his expression, he did not seem to be very interested in the piano.
Song Yuan held his hand and went downstairs. She asked, "Gugu, do you like to play the piano?"
"Not really," Rong Ting answered honestly.
"Okay." Song Yuan was not disappointed. After all, after a few days of lessons, she could see that her son was not very interested in musical instruments. He was a little interested in things like skating and taekwondo.
"By the way, this copybook is for you." After getting in the car, Song Yuan handed the copybook in her hand to Rong Ting. "It looks like a calligraphy copybook. A friend of mine gave it to me. You should be able to use it. "
Rong Ting really liked it. After flipping through the copybook, he said with emotion, "This is really good. I like it very much."
"It's good that you like it. When you learn it, I'll buy you a new one. "
"Thank you, Mother."
After returning home, Rong Ting used this copybook. He was so engrossed in it that he forgot to eat and sleep. After observing for a period of time, Song Yuan finally decided to sign him up for three classes when they arrived in Beijing. They were skating, taekwondo, and English.
It sounded like the schedule was very full. In fact, Rong Ting had to wait until the winter vacation was over before he could go to kindergarten. Moreover, kindergarten ended early every day, so he had enough time.
Originally, Song Yuan was a little reluctant. After all, she did not learn so many things when she was young. However, in the group of mothers that she had just joined, a mother shared her daughter's schedule. She had classes from Monday to Friday. After school in the afternoon, she had to play the piano. On Saturday morning, she had to learn English. In the afternoon, she had to dance Latin. As for Sunday, she had to study composition. In the afternoon, she had to learn Taekwondo. When Song Yuan saw the schedule, the little bit of reluctance she had immediately disappeared …
***
Ji Junpei used to be in the same club as Song Yuan. This time, when Ji Junpei came back, the students in the club organized a meal to welcome him back to his motherland. The other students took time out of their busy schedules to attend the meal. As a result, Song Yuan, who had already resigned, could not find any excuse. She could only go for the meal.
When Song Yuan joined the club, Ji Junpei was already preparing to study abroad. On the surface, they did not seem to have any interactions. However, their mutual friends at the time knew that there was something going on between them.
Later on, new people kept joining their club. However, their group had the best relationship. Song Yuan was almost the youngest. In school, these seniors took care of her and gave her a lot of help.
The snow had already melted. When Song Yuan drove over for the appointment, everyone else had already arrived. Ji Junpei had booked a large private room.
Song Yuan sat with a senior. As she was the last to arrive, she was punished with a glass of juice.
Everyone present had already graduated. The reason why Song Yuan came over was because she knew these people's personalities. They didn't like to kick up a fuss. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they wouldn't make her feel awkward on the surface. When they gathered together last year, she and Ji Junpei were still a little ambiguous. They wouldn't make that kind of joke, which made Song Yuan feel comfortable.
Halfway through the meal, Ji Junpei suddenly asked, "Yuanyuan, I remember that your father bought you a house. Which neighborhood is it in?"
"I know that. It's Splendid Garden, right?" A senior said happily, "I asked her if it was convenient to get there. I almost bought a house there."
"Yes, it's Splendid Garden."
Splendid Garden was a neighborhood developed by the city a few years ago. At that time, the location and housing were good. The real estate was sold out not long after it was launched.
"Why, Junpei? Do you want to rent or buy it?" the senior sitting next to Song Yuan asked.
Ji Junpei glanced at Song Yuan intentionally or unintentionally. He quickly retracted his gaze and smiled. "I want to buy a house. I've earned some money from my overseas projects these past few years. My parents can support me. It shouldn't be a problem to pay the down payment. I just don't know which neighborhood is better now. "
The others provided Ji Junpei with their opinions. The discussion was very intense. Among them, there were currently married, but none of them had children yet. Therefore, buying a house was the most important thing at the moment.
Ji Junpei suddenly asked, "Yuanyuan, what do you think? Do you have any recommendations? "
Song Yuan was stunned. She had been burying her head in eating. Now that she was suddenly called, she looked at Ji Junpei's eager eyes. She subconsciously lowered her head and said, "I don't pay attention to this area. I don't know which neighborhood is more popular now."
She didn't know if she was being too sensitive, but she didn't enjoy the meal that much.
Ji Junpei was fighting with a senior to pay the bill. In the end, Ji Junpei snatched the opportunity to pay the bill on the grounds that he had just returned to China and needed everyone's help. He called the waiter over to pay the bill. The waiter went out for a while and came back in to tell them that someone had already paid the bill.
"The bill has been paid? Who paid the bill? "The people in the private room looked at each other and shook their heads to indicate that they hadn't paid the bill.
The waiter glanced at the ordering machine in his hand and said with certainty, "Someone has indeed paid the bill. I just confirmed with the front desk. They said that it's Miss Song's friend."
Song Yuan was the only one in the private room with the surname Song. Everyone looked at her.
Song Yuan was also confused. "My friend? Who? "
The waiter picked up the walkie-talkie and confirmed with the front desk again. "It's indeed Miss Song's friend. It's a gentleman. The front desk said that this gentleman has dyed his hair white, so he left a deep impression."
Song Yuan's first reaction was to think of Yung Heng.
Among her friends, Yung Heng was the only one who had dyed his hair white.
Ji Junpei also had a deep impression of Yung Heng. After all, they had just met a few days ago. Moreover, the look in his eyes was still fresh in his mind. Now, he was actually paying the bill …
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