In the classroom, a few teachers and some children were surrounding a rectangular table. On the table, there was a pink two-layer candy cake. It was very beautiful.
"Come, children, let's sing a birthday song for Meng Meng, okay?"
The children were very excited. "Okay."
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you ~"
“Happy birthday to you~”
How should one describe Rong Ting's mood at this moment? He regretted, he really regretted. He did not know why, but this kind of atmosphere did not make him feel warm. Instead, there was a kind of unspeakable awkwardness. He crazily wanted to escape from this classroom. That's right, he should not stay here! He really wanted to control himself, but he could already feel goosebumps on his arms.
The most difficult few minutes had finally passed.
The lights in the classroom were turned on again. That birthday song that was like a devil's voice finally disappeared. Rong Ting secretly let out a sigh of relief.
He thought that he would probably disappoint his mother. He would never be able to become a child here.
Teacher Helen, who taught English, was helping to cut the cake. Every child could get a very big piece. When it was Rong Ting's turn, the teacher asked him which piece he wanted.
He looked very cool. "Anything is fine."
This candy cake was really beautifully made.
Teacher Helen could not help but laugh. "You are really cold."
Everyone knew that it was Meng Meng's birthday. The children were all very happy and felt that they should give her presents on her birthday. Some of them took out a key ring from their backpack and gave it to her. Some of them gave her their lollipops. As the saying goes, the thought behind the gift was more important than the thought. Meng Meng was also very happy. She was a very introverted child, but today, her face was filled with a confident and happy smile.
Seeing that they were all giving presents, Rong Ting really did not know what he could give. Although he had Yakult in his backpack, he did not really want to take it out.
He also did not want to give his key ring to others. That was given to him by his mother.
After thinking about it, Rong Ting straightforwardly found Teacher Helen and asked her, "Teacher, is there any writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone here? I mean, is there any writing brush and xuan paper?"
There was also a calligraphy class in this organization. Teacher Helen and the calligraphy class teacher were good friends. It was easy to get things done with an acquaintance. Very quickly, she borrowed a writing brush and xuan paper.
Rong Ting did not really like the writing brush, but he still stood in front of the table and turned his head to look at Meng Meng Meng.
He wasn't familiar with her. To be precise, they hadn't even exchanged a single word.
But after all, he had eaten her cake, so it was necessary to prepare a birthday present.
Meng Meng Meng Meng, Meng Meng Meng, Meng Meng, Meng Meng Meng.
The little radish heads couldn't tell whether the calligraphy was good or bad. They only felt that Rong Ting was really amazing to know how to write with a brush.
The teacher who knew calligraphy and Teacher Helen looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
"Meng Meng Meng" Meng "Meng" Meng.. "
When Rong Ting heard the English name, he subconsciously frowned.
.................... name.......
. "I've learned a little." Rong Ting's answer was very modest.
"That shouldn't be a little, right? Who taught you? "
"My father." Rong Ting, who had always been cold and aloof, added, "My father's calligraphy is very good."
It was hard to imagine that a five- or six-year-old child could have such a level of skill, unless he had been strictly trained since he was very, very young.
Rong Ting did not take the initiative to socialize. To some extent, he also had "personality charm", so the enthusiastic children all liked him. He was not lonely in the classroom. In the past, he did not like to talk to others. He always felt that he could not chat with these children. But after a long time, he would occasionally respond. He would not make others feel awkward, even if the other person was a child.
Song Yuan and Yung Heng went downstairs one after the other. Neither of them took the initiative to break the silence.
If Song Yuan had been moved or even had a good impression of Yung Heng before, it had faded a lot after seeing the results of the paternity test.
When they walked out of the building, the cold wind outside was bone-chilling. Song Yuan shivered.
Yung Heng slowed down and suddenly asked her, "Do you really want to leave here?"
Song Yuan was stunned when she heard him suddenly speak. Then, she laughed at herself. "Actually, I'm a very timid person. I don't dare to do things like acting bravely on the street. I've never done it before. I'm afraid of causing unnecessary trouble for my family. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I'm very satisfied with my current life. I don't want others to disturb this peace."
"I don't like the climate and rhythm of Beijing. I came here because the education environment here was good. But it's different now. Beijing is not suitable for us."
"You said that you want to take on the responsibility of a father, but haven't you forgotten everything? You don't remember him at all. "
Song Yuan knew that there were very responsible people in this world, but she still had some doubts. Could a father's love and a mother's love be the same?
Yung Heng stopped in his tracks and looked at her. "Haven't you forgotten everything too? But you've also taken on the responsibility of a mother. "
"I also want to avoid it. I don't remember anything at all. Suddenly, a child came over and said that I was his mother. In the end, I really am his mother. Do you think I don't want to avoid it? I can't avoid it. " Song Yuan looked straight at him. "If I avoided it and didn't care about him at that time, what do you think he would do? But the situation you're facing now is different from what I faced at that time. I don't have a choice, but you do. "
"I knew that he was my son, but I didn't care and acted as if nothing had happened. If I really did that, would I still be human?" Although Yung Heng's tone was still very gentle, Song Yuan felt an inexplicable pressure.
Was this the majesty of an Emperor?
Song Yuan wasn't like what she appeared to be. She didn't only stand behind her parents and ask for help. She saw everything very clearly. "I have a different opinion from you. Didn't you have a saying in ancient times? If parents love their children, they will have far-reaching plans. But now, you're trembling in fear in the Xie family as if you're treading on thin ice. If you bring danger to your son and make his life no longer peaceful, are you sure this is your responsibility as a father?"
Yung Heng was silent.
He suddenly realized that he didn't really know her very well.
Back then, before he revealed his identity in ancient times, he felt that she was different from ordinary women. Her words and actions were bold, and she disregarded the hierarchy. Occasionally, she would show her boredom with the environment around her. After she found out his identity, there was a layer of gauze between them. Although there were sweet moments, he knew that she wouldn't treat him as sincerely as before.
He thought that he was the person who knew her the best in the world. He understood her emotions and her preferences.
But after this accident, he gradually understood that the her he saw in the past wasn't the whole her.
It turned out that she had compromised before.
Then, in the past few years, how much had she not said? How much had she been suppressed under the rock called the ancient system?
Seeing that Yung Heng didn't say anything, Song Yuan didn't want to be aggressive anymore.
He had forgotten everything.
The two of them walked to the entrance of the neighborhood in silence. Song Yuan had already seen the car parked by the roadside.
"He …"
Before Song Yuan could say anything, he heard him say, "Don't worry, he won't say a word."
"That's good." Song Yuan forced a smile at him. "It's getting late. You should go back. I have to pick up Rong Ting too."
"Okay." Yung Heng thought for a moment and said, "No matter what your choice is, can you promise me not to leave without saying a word?"
This question was a little strange.
Song Yuan put her hands in the pockets of her down jacket. They were extremely warm. "Of course. I won't leave without telling you."
She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that Yung Heng's expression eased a lot after she said this.
Before Yung Heng was about to leave, Song Yuan thought of the few dreams she had on and off in the past few months. It seemed that if she connected them together, she could piece together a story with her imagination.
She didn't seem to be so curious about what kind of past they had.
"Well …"
Yung Heng heard her speak and looked at her in confusion.
"I want to ask you something. Did my eldest brother really die on the battlefield?" Song Yuan asked.
Yung Heng's expression changed slightly. His hands unconsciously clenched, but it only took a few seconds for him to calm down. He looked very confused and asked her, "You remember?"
Song Yuan shook her head. Of course, she didn't remember anything. She had always been suspicious about the authenticity of the dream, but she was too embarrassed to tell Yung Heng the truth. She always felt that it would make her seem silly.
She thought for a moment and said vaguely, "I feel that there is such a person who is very important to me. Last time, Rong Ting told me that I had an older brother. He said that he … "She paused with a difficult expression." He said that he died on the battlefield. At that time, I was very upset when I heard that. I almost couldn't breathe. That's why I wanted to ask you. But you don't remember anything, so it seems useless to ask you. "
She wanted to know more about this matter.
Did he really die on the battlefield? If that brother was really like in the dream, it would be very difficult for her to let go. He was such a gentle person.
Although it was said that it was the duty of a general in ancient times to go to the battlefield. Swords had no eyes, and the fighting on the battlefield was even more tragic. But if he really went to the battlefield to support her in the harem and ended up dying on the battlefield, she really … Sigh! Thinking about it made her feel a little uncomfortable.
This was her current concern. This was what she wanted to know the most.
Yung Heng smiled and said, "Well, I don't remember anything. I'm sorry, I can't answer your question."
"It's okay." Song Yuan waved her hand. "Then, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Yung Heng turned around, straightened his back, and walked in the direction of the car. The moment he turned around, the smile on his face completely disappeared. His face was gloomy, and the air pressure around him was even colder than the temperature of the winter. quot;
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