When Song Yuan woke up, her entire body seemed to collapse.
In the previous dreams she had, the Emperor was cold and heartless, but this time it was different. It seemed to gradually overlap with Yung Heng's image.
What he said was clearly correct, but why did she feel an indescribable sense of powerlessness in the dream, and even after she woke up?
This dream made Song Yuan feel even more lost than the previous ones. She lay on the bed for a long time before she could barely calm her mind.
She could feel that the Emperor in the dream was not lying, so why did she feel so uncomfortable?
No matter how many dreams she had, as long as she did not recall bits and pieces of the ancient times, she was like an outsider, always separated by a layer of gauze. Even the dull pain in her heart only lasted for half an hour before it gradually disappeared.
"I had a dream again."
Song Yuan sat at the dining table and said to Rong Ting, who was seriously eating a poached egg.
To her, Rong Ting was both her son and her friend. She could confide in him.
"What dream?" Rong Ting asked after finishing the egg in his mouth.
Song Yuan told Rong Ting about the dream, including the Emperor's words.
"Imperial Father actually drew Imperial Mother's eyebrows."
"Why do you pay attention to such an insignificant matter?"
"I don't think it's a small matter." Rong Ting acted on his own initiative and squeezed ketchup on his bread. He did not even raise his head. "It's not strange that Imperial Father would say something like that."
"But my heart feels very uncomfortable. It's very stuffy."
"Imperial Mother, you don't have to force yourself to remember those things. You're back, so it doesn't matter even if you forget those things."
Song Yuan snatched the ketchup from his hand. "Don't you think it's sour? Eat less. Also, did you forget the first time we met? Because I don't remember you, you were so angry that your eyes turned red."
Rong Ting's expression was unnatural. "That was then, and now it's now."
After chatting with Rong Ting, Song Yuan also felt that she hadn't recovered her memories. Thinking hard about the corner of her past that had appeared in her dream was torture. She was never the kind of person to make things difficult for herself.
Of course, there was something else that gave her an even bigger headache.
After Chen Linjing's reunion with his university classmates, he managed to get an interview with a famous elite kindergarten nearby with the help of his old classmates.
Song Yuan also just found out that good kindergartens required an appointment, a lottery, and even parents and children had to go through layers of interviews …
Originally, Rong Ting's kindergarten was just a transition. He still had more than two months to go before he turned six years old. If he wanted to go to primary school, he would have to wait until September 1st. Therefore, it was best for him to spend half a year in kindergarten.
Song Yuan had been deeply influenced by her mother's group recently. She felt that since there was an opportunity for an interview, she should give it a try. Perhaps she would pass the interview.
There were many mothers in this neighborhood. Song Yuan had learned from a few of them, and they all had the experience of an interview at a kindergarten. They said that some kindergartens required the children to know how many words, how many talents they had, and what educational qualifications their parents had.
Song Yuan was stunned. She didn't know that parents nowadays had such high requirements.
She only knew that kindergarten tuition was high, but she didn't know that the requirements for a good kindergarten were even higher.
There were only ten days left before the interview. Song Yuan chose to cram at the last minute, just like any other exam in the past. She had already returned all her English lessons to the teacher, so she had to pick up the curriculum again. It was really like the college entrance examination back then.
Don't ask Song Yuan how she felt. She had a headache, a very big headache.
In the past, she had also read many novels about top students who had been reborn. At that time, she thought that if she could go back to her childhood, she would definitely become a top student.
Now that she thought about it …
Her brain would be dull if she didn't use it for too long. Just like after graduation, if she didn't use a pen for too long, her handwriting would be much uglier. If she was reborn as a student, her grades might be worse than before she was reborn.
When Yung Heng came over, he saw Song Yuan with her hair tied up in a bun. Her face was pale as she recited English words.
This reminded him of her under the high-pressure training of the General's wife back then.
Her expressions were exactly the same.
Song Yuan greeted him in a weak tone. "Hi."
Yung Heng was very curious. "What are you doing?"
"Memorizing words. I heard from the mother upstairs that a lot of parents in bilingual kindergartens communicate in English during the interview. It's too difficult. "
Song Yuan didn't know what was going on with others. In any case, she rarely used English after graduation. When she was in her uncle's company, the suppliers she dealt with were all in Chinese. She knew the words, but her spoken English wasn't that standard. In addition, she hadn't used it for a long time, so she was really a lot rusty.
Rong Ting came out of the room. He wasn't very surprised to see Yung Heng. As he said, the time for surprise had passed.
He obediently walked in front of Yung Heng. When he saw the warning look from his mother, he didn't salute, but he still softly called out to his father.
Yung Heng looked at Rong Ting with a blank expression, but he quickly reacted and smiled warmly. "You can just call me uncle."
Rong Ting stared at him and didn't call him father or uncle anymore.
"He's still not used to it." Song Yuan came over to help. Today, Yung Heng said that he wanted to come over and see Rong Ting, so she let him come.
"It's okay." Yung Heng wanted to reach out and touch Rong Ting, but the latter subconsciously took a step back and straightened his body.
Yung Heng's hand stopped in mid-air, and he felt a little awkward.
It wasn't that Rong Ting didn't want to be close to his father, but he wasn't very close to his father in ancient times. He was already used to that way of getting along. Now that his father was acting like a different person, it only made him more confused. His father shouldn't be like this. His father was too strange.
This … Song Yuan couldn't help him.
She simply pretended not to see.
"Do you want something to drink?" Song Yuan purely treated Yung Heng as a guest, and he was indeed a guest. "There's juice and tea at home. What do you want to drink?"
Yung Heng smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm not thirsty. Uncle and Auntie aren't at home? "
"My mother went out to do something, and my father went to buy groceries." Song Yuan saw the gift box on the ground when he came in and felt a headache. "Actually, you don't have to buy anything. My parents will misunderstand if you do this. "
"Misunderstand what?"
Song Yuan didn't know. He was from ancient times, so he naturally didn't know that the things he bought were not appropriate. He bought wine and tea for her father, and seemed to have bought silk scarves and jewelry for her mother … This would really make people misunderstand. People who didn't know would think that it was her boyfriend's first time visiting.
"Anyway, you should take it away later. You don't have to be so polite. If you feel embarrassed next time, you can buy fruit."
Song Yuan was stunned when she said this. Was she taking the initiative to ask for fruit?
"Okay, what fruit do you like to eat?"
"… Gugu likes to eat strawberries! He seems to be a little short of iron, so he can eat cherries. "
"Okay, I'll remember it. What about you?"
"Don't worry about me. My father will also buy the fruit I like to eat."
Her words were very straightforward. Even if he sold fruit, it was for his son to eat. It had nothing to do with her.
Yung Heng had nothing to say.
He suddenly realized that when they quarreled in the past, she really gave in to him.
While they were talking, Song Haiping came back. Although Song Haiping knew from his daughter that Yung Heng would come, he was still not very happy to see him in the house.
Song Haiping still cared about his daughter and grandson at home. He put down the groceries he bought and said to Yung Heng, "Your car is blocking the road. Come, let's go down and get the car out."
Yung Heng didn't know how to drive at all. It was the driver who sent him here. His eyes darkened. He knew that Song Haiping had something to say to him.
He couldn't refuse, so he calmly followed Song Haiping out of the house.
As soon as the door closed, Song Haiping couldn't be bothered to pretend. He walked into the elevator and pressed the button to close the door impatiently as he said, "Let's get to the point. What do you mean? Don't talk nonsense in front of me. It's useless. I'm not Yuanyuan."
Yung Heng lowered his eyelids. "I don't quite understand what you mean."
"You want to pursue my Yuanyuan, don't you?" Song Haiping sneered. "You'd better give up on that thought as soon as possible. I don't care if you have a child or not. Now, let's go our separate ways."
Yung Heng sighed. "Uncle, you seem to have a deep misunderstanding about me. I don't know what I've done wrong."
"There's no misunderstanding. I just want my daughter to be safe and sound. You can enjoy your blessings alone in the Xie family. We don't want to be poor relatives and be disliked. " Song Haiping said fiercely, "My daughter is simple and naive, but her mother and I are not fools. You can be exposed at any time. Anyone with a conscience knows not to implicate their wife and child. You're good. You stick to us every day. Are you afraid that others won't know that you're related to us?"
"So uncle is worried about me." Yung Heng understood.
Song Haiping laughed. "I'm worried about you? I can't wait for you to … "Die.
However, thinking that he was Rong Ting's father, it was better not to curse him, even though that was what he thought in his heart.
"Uncle, you don't have to worry. I won't do anything that I'm not sure of. If I'm sure that there's danger, I won't come looking for them. Uncle, you said that I can't implicate my wife and child. Even if something happens to me, I won't let them be in danger. "
Song Haiping felt that there was something wrong with what he said. "Children are children. What wife? Who's your wife? You really know how to flatter yourself."
"You're the one who said 'wife and child', not 'me'."
Song Haiping gritted his teeth and fists.
Just as Song Haiping was about to scold him, he heard the shameless person next to him say calmly, "You really don't have to worry. If there are two identical Xie Heng, people will suspect which one is the real one and which one is the fake. If there's only one Xie Heng, no one will suspect."
What the hell was this!
Just as Song Haiping was about to speak impatiently, he was suddenly shocked. He looked at Yung Heng, and his palms began to sweat unknowingly. When he came to his senses, he thought to himself, 'What does this shameless impostor mean? Could it be that the real Xie family's crown prince had died silently? '
Yung Heng looked at Song Haiping and fell into deep thought. He softened his tone and said, "Anyway, you don't have to worry. I won't do anything that I'm not sure of. " quot;
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