When Rong Ting woke up, he was still in a daze. He sat up straight and suddenly remembered that his mother had a fever last night. Why did he fall asleep again? How was his mother? He hurriedly lifted the blanket and jumped out of bed. He didn't even bother to put on his slippers as he ran straight to the master bedroom.
Song Haiping had stayed up all night, and the bags under his eyes were even more obvious. He yawned and took his daughter's temperature. When he found that her fever had subsided, he heaved a sigh of relief.
He was already so old, but he still stayed up all night because of his daughter.
When Song Yuan woke up, her lips were dry, her face was pale, and her mental state was not very good. Her eyes were listless as she looked at her surroundings. When she saw Rong Ting, who was wearing little yellow chicken pajamas and looking at her worriedly, she was clearly stunned. Her expression was so complicated that even Rong Ting was a little doubtful and scared. Rong Ting tried to call out to her, "Mother?"
She had seen a psychiatrist before, but her experience in the ancient times was too bizarre, so she had some reservations about the psychiatrist.
The psychiatrist told her that the human body had a self-protection mechanism. When she couldn't bear some memories, there was a possibility that she would lose her memories.
This was something that needed to be treated slowly. If the situation was good, she might recover her memories immediately.
Of course, there was another possibility. If something stimulated her, those forgotten memories might resurface in her mind.
Song Yuan looked at Rong Ting. She couldn't bear to blink. She was afraid that if she blinked, her child would disappear. She was afraid that all of this was just a dream.
When she heard Rong Ting call her mother, she didn't even think about it before she got out of bed and squatted in front of him. Under his stunned expression, she hugged him tightly in her arms, as if she was afraid of losing him. She remembered everything. She remembered everything that had happened in the ancient times. This was the child that she had carried for ten months. This was her child. He had been in her stomach, sensing all of her emotions.
When she left, he was still a little boy and hadn't learned how to turn over. He only knew how to look at her with his big eyes. Occasionally, when he was mischievous, he would blow bubbles at her.
He was already so big now. Before she saw him, he had already become a little man.
"I'm sorry …" As soon as she opened her mouth, her eyes were already blurred with tears. She bit her pale lips and repeated, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Imperial Mother didn't do it on purpose …"
She suddenly understood why she had lost her memory. It was not as she had guessed before. She had suffered a huge psychological trauma and had returned to the home she missed so much. However, she could not bring the child she missed the most with her. If she did not lose her memory, then as a mother, how could she accept the fact that she had lost her child? How could she bear the thought of never seeing her child again? She would definitely break down.
Although Rong Ting did not understand why she was apologizing to him, seeing her cry so sadly, his heart also ached. He reached out to hug her and leaned on her shoulder, coaxing her softly, "It's okay, Imperial Mother. It's okay."
After an unknown amount of time, Song Yuan was finally willing to let go of Rong Ting. She had just calmed down, but when she saw Song Haiping, her tears welled up again. She forced herself to hold them back and said in a choked voice, "Father, I'm not feeling well."
In front of Rong Ting, she was a mother.
In front of her father, she was a child.
Song Haiping loved his daughter the most. Now that he heard his daughter say that she was not feeling well, he immediately became anxious. "Then don't say anymore. Hurry and pack up. Father will take you to the hospital to have a look!"
"No, I'm already fine." Song Yuan did not want her father to worry, especially since both grandfather and granddaughter were looking at her with a worried expression. She quickly said: "I'm really fine. I don't want to go to the hospital."
After determining that Song Yuan was really fine, Song Haiping still felt a lingering fear, "Don't go to the hospital for the next two days. It was as though you were possessed last night. Tell father, someone jumped off the building in the People's Hospital. Did you see it?"
Song Yuan recalled the pool of flesh and blood from the previous night and recalled the scene of Imperial Concubine Li harming herself. She could not help but darken her eyes, but when she raised her head once more, she smiled at Song Haiping, "I just heard about it. I didn't see it."
"Then that's good." Song Haiping let out a sigh of relief, "But I still need to go and ask a great master to burn some incense to drive away the evil."
Song Haiping even made a trip to the hospital and told the old man about Song Yuan's situation. When the old man heard that his precious granddaughter had a fever, he hated that he could not quickly leave the hospital to take a look. If it was not for Doctor Meng stopping him, he would have requested to leave the hospital for a few hours.
***
After Song Yuan recovered from her illness, she did not want to lie in bed. Over the next two days, she did not need to go to the hospital to accompany her grandfather. She just focused on buying groceries for Rong Ting and taking care of his daily needs.
Now, she was putting in a lot of effort, and she also had the intention of compensating him. Rong Ting, who had been paid too much attention to by his Imperial Mother, sensed that something was off. Although his Imperial Mother had recovered and her fever had subsided, he found that his Imperial Mother did not smile as much as before.
The next morning, he got up very, very early. While his mother was still sleeping, he flipped through the cookbook in the kitchen and learned the steps for making congee. Finding some yellow rice in the cupboard, he moved a small stool into the kitchen. Standing on the stool, he carefully washed the rice. Following the instructions in the book, he added an appropriate amount of water. Finally, he pressed the button to make congee, and he could not help but curl his lips into a smile. He was a bit pleased with himself, as he thought to himself, cooking isn't that difficult. It seemed that nothing was difficult for him.
Encouraged by his own cooking skills, Rong Ting cooked a boiled egg outside of his original plan. Although his mother did not allow him to touch the gas stove, he had observed it for a long time and knew how to use it. There should not be any mistakes.
Rong Ting counted on his fingers as he read: "There's millet congee and boiled eggs. Imperial Mother likes to eat spicy food. Just go and get some preserved vegetables. En! "
When Song Yuan woke up, Rong Ting was already sitting upright on the chair. His face looked as if he wanted to be praised and raised high, but he was trying his best to hide his cute expression. He cleared his throat and said: "Imperial Mother, go to the kitchen and take a look. There seems to be a cockroach in the kitchen. "
When Song Yuan heard the word cockroach, she only raised her eyebrows. There was no fluctuation in her heart. She knew that she was finished. Being a mother was different from not being a mother. She could no longer go back to her teenage years. In the past, when she was in the university dormitory, she would scream in fright when she saw a cockroach in the bathroom. Now that her son said that there was a cockroach, she could expressionlessly go to the kitchen and start a fight. She wanted to publicly execute the cockroach in revenge for scaring her son.
She took a pair of slippers and a paper towel to the kitchen. She did not see a cockroach, but she heard the beeping sound of the rice cooker reminding her that the congee was ready. She also saw the boiled eggs in the milk pot. She was instantly stunned.
Rong Ting followed behind her and walked in: "Imperial Mother, I'm so hungry. I want to eat breakfast."
Song Yuan turned around and was still a little incredulous: "You made all this?"
Rong Ting's lips curled up: "Yes, Imperial Mother …"
Before he could finish speaking, he heard his Imperial Mother say: "Didn't I tell you not to touch the gas stove? It's so dangerous. Moreover, you still have to cook the boiled eggs. What if you get scalded by the boiling water?"
… …
Song Yuan saw that Rong Ting did not respond and even lowered his head. Although she could not see his expression, she could feel that he was very unhappy and depressed.
Her heart warmed. She knew that he was worried that she had to work so hard to cook breakfast in the morning. He did all these things to make her happy and to let her praise her. When she thought of this and thought of the five years that they were separated from each other, she reached out and touched his head. Her tone softened a lot: "Gugu, thank you. I was just worried that something would happen to you. If that happened, I would be very sad. What's the matter? The congee you cooked today is exceptionally fragrant. It looks much better than what I usually cook. "
Hearing her say this, Rong Ting's mood improved a little. However, he still puffed up his face and said: "Imperial Mother, don't speak against your conscience."
"I didn't. I think that the congee my son cooked is exceptionally fragrant. The eggs he cooked are also exceptionally good!"
When they were at the dining table, Rong Ting looked at Song Yuan's tired expression and said in a low voice: "Imperial Mother, you have to be happy."
Although he did not know what had happened, after all, Imperial Mother did not tell him, he could feel that she was not that happy.
Song Yuan was startled. She clenched the spoon in her hand and smiled: "Okay."
The next day, Song Yuan prepared to go to the hospital. She knew that her cousins were all busy. Grandfather must be very lonely in the hospital. She also needed to go out for a walk. After settling Rong Ting down, she went out. The weather for the New Year this year was very good. The sun was shining brightly in the first lunar month. It was only nine o 'clock in the morning. She walked out of the elevator and walked out of the corridor. The sun shone on her body, making her feel warm. Then she looked around the neighborhood. There were energetic young people running in the morning, middle-aged people walking their dogs, and old people preparing to go to the nearby park to practice swordsmanship …
She stretched and breathed in the fresh air. A smile appeared on her face.
It was the past. Those things were in the past, weren't they?
She would always remember some people, and she would never forget some things. However, if the past affected her current life, then when she returned home, to the era she was familiar with, what was the difference between being trapped in the harem and being trapped in the harem?
Time passed very quickly in the hospital. In the afternoon, she came back from the hospital. As soon as she parked her car, she saw Yung Heng at the flower bed on the first floor.
She used to imagine what he looked like in modern clothes. She also imagined what he looked like with short hair. However, it was just imagination.
After so many years, he looked the same as when she first saw him. It seemed that he had never changed, such as his appearance, temperament, and personality.
Sometimes, it was quite funny when she thought about it. For the first time, she understood the meaning of the word "destiny". In ancient times, she was attracted to him. In modern times, she was still attracted to him. Over the years, she had not changed. She was still so silly.
She only came back to her senses when Yung Heng came to her. She was unexpectedly very calm. She even said with a normal expression: "You're here. Have you eaten?"
Yung Heng was carrying a wrapped gift in his hand. There was a large cardboard box beside the flower bed. He felt that he had not seen her for a long time. In fact, it had only been half a month. At this moment, he was inexplicably nervous. "Not yet."
"Okay. Then let's eat together. Gugu wants to eat hotpot. She has been talking about it for a long time. "
Song Yuan walked into the residential building and pressed the elevator button. Yung Heng carried the cardboard box. He walked to the elevator door, but there was an indescribable feeling in his heart. Perhaps it was because he had not seen her for too long.
Seeing him standing at the door, Song Yuan smiled slightly. "Aren't you coming in?" quot;
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