Rong Ting woke up from his afternoon nap and saw Mother Empress standing in front of his desk, writing.
He walked over and looked at her curiously. He had never seen Mother Empress practice writing before, so he was naturally very surprised.
Song Yuan's handwriting was not very good. She knew that in ancient times, not to mention a virtuous lady from a prestigious family, even a pretty girl from a humble family would be better than her in the four arts. At that time, Mother Empress had invited several masters to teach her, but even after practicing for a long time, her handwriting was still not good enough.
"I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will not let you down?" Rong Ting read the words she wrote on the paper and looked at her in confusion. "Mother Empress, what is this?"
Song Yuan smiled, but asked him, "How is my handwriting?"
Rong Ting wanted to go against his conscience and flatter her, but he could not do it. He could only say tactfully, "It's okay."
"Really? My handwriting is very bad, but this is the result of practicing for a long time. It's probably because I haven't used a pen for a long time, so I'm a bit rusty. My original level was slightly better than this. "
Rong Ting sighed, "As you can imagine, Mother Empress has already tried her best."
"You don't know, but Mother Empress was worried to death at that time. She thought that I could not play the guqin well, that all I made was noise, and that I could not write poems well. As for playing chess, it was even worse. However, I was very good at Gomoku! Even your Father Emperor could not beat me. " Song Yuan paused, "Painting is even more so. As for embroidery … Sigh, I even pricked my finger. This has left a psychological shadow in my heart."
"What does this sentence mean?" Rong Ting asked her.
Song Yuan was very proud, "At that time, your Father Emperor always wrote me strange poems. I could not understand them, and he was very angry. Later on, there was one time when I thought that I must broaden his horizons, so I thought of this poem. Unfortunately, I only remembered this sentence. I had already memorized the rest of the poem to my teacher, so I replied with these two sentences on the paper. Guess what your Father Emperor did in the end? "
"Father … should be very touched, right?"
Song Yuan seemed to have found a confidant. "You also think that if he's not touched, he's not from China, right? But he came over angrily and asked me who wrote this poem for me. He really knows me well and could tell at a glance that it wasn't written by me. But he also misunderstood. He thought that someone else wrote it for me, so I changed it and copied it for him … "
Rong Ting also laughed. He felt a lot more relaxed.
Previously, he always felt that in his mother's heart, those ancient memories made her unhappy. Now that he thought about it, it didn't seem to be the case. His mother also had happy memories in ancient times.
That was good enough.
"Imperial Father indeed understands Imperial Mother very well." Rong Ting continued, "Imperial Mother, do you resent Imperial Father in your heart?"
"Resentment? I don't think so. " Song Yuan shook his head and stared at the words "I won't let you down" on the paper. "He also has a lot of things that are beyond his control. Within the scope of his ability, he has already given me everything that he can."
Rong Ting really wanted to ask, What about the future? Do you and Imperial Father still have a future?
But he didn't ask. He felt that he was already unwilling to understand the matters between his parents.
He believed that his Imperial Father was the smartest person in the world, and his Imperial Mother was the warmest person in the world. They would definitely be able to figure out the answer to this question by themselves.
"Imperial Mother …" Rong Ting returned to his senses and sniffed the smell in the air. He suddenly had an ominous premonition. "What is this smell?"
Song Yuan's heart thumped. His face didn't turn red and his heart didn't skip a beat. He quickly shifted the blame and said in an innocent tone, "This has nothing to do with me. Really, your Imperial Father had someone send it over."
"Imperial Father sent it over? How is that possible! Imperial Father almost vomited when he smelled that smell in the supermarket today! "Rong Ting raised his head and looked at her accusingly." Imperial Mother, don't lie. "
"I swear to the heavens that I'm not lying. It really was your Imperial Father who sent it over. Gugu, let me tell you, this durian can't be thrown away. This is the king of the cat mountain. It's very expensive. It's a pity to throw it away. Don't worry, I'll get rid of it in the shortest time possible! You just need to endure for two days. "
Rong Ting's expression was strange. "Two days??"
Did he mean that his nose would be so cruelly damaged when he opened the refrigerator for two days?
"I can't finish it in a day." Song Yuan looked at him again. "Your love for Imperial Mother can't even last for two days?"
Rong Ting: Isn't this moral kidnapping?
He sighed helplessly and said, "Then how long can Imperial Mother's love for me last?"
Song Yuan: "…"
This kid was quite good at this.
"My love for you will last forever. Can you exchange it for these two days?"
"… Imperial Father has bad intentions." The biggest change in Rong Ting now was that he could speak "bad" about his Imperial Father very frankly. "Imperial Father didn't consider my feelings at all. He only thinks about you, Imperial Mother. Am I really his biological son? "
"Didn't we do a paternity test before? I'm very sure that you're his son, his biological son. "
Because there was durian in the refrigerator, the Yakult was even stained with that smell. This made Rong Ting, a Yakult fanatic, somewhat unable to accept it. He planned to temporarily quit Yakult for two days.
In order to express his protest, Rong Ting deliberately wrote the words "stinks" when he practiced calligraphy today.
He used to think that apples were the most disgusting fruit in the world. However, Imperial Mother always said that apples were good, so he could only accept apples without the skin. Now that he compared it to the durian, he announced that he had misjudged apples. Apples were really hard working and very delicious.
Didn't Imperial Father also hate durians? Because Imperial Mother liked to eat durians, he would give them to her. He seemed to have temporarily forgotten that there was another person in this house who hated durians.
***
After a few months of observation and exploration, Rong Ting now knew how to use the computer. He had his lunch and dinner in the hotel restaurant. After returning to his room, he read the newspaper and read as usual. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. In the past, she would often write some very strange numbers on the paper.
Later, he also asked her about it. She pointed to six numbers and said that it was the password to unlock her phone.
Eleven numbers were a phone number.
Nine numbers were a penguin number.
She said that she was afraid that she would forget the most basic things if she stayed here for too long. She had to review it often so that she wouldn't forget.
At that time, he didn't understand what she was talking about. After coming to her world, he slowly understood.
He went online and applied for a penguin number. It took him more than an hour just to figure out how to look at her personal space …
Song Yuan's personal space had already been set with a question. You could only enter if you answered correctly.
The question was: Who is the person I like the most?
Yung Heng sat in front of his desk, his fingers tapping on the table unconsciously.
He slowly typed the answer — Yung Heng.
Wrong answer.
The corners of Yung Heng's mouth twitched. He expressionlessly typed out Song Haiping and Chen Linjing's names. After a while, the page jumped and he entered her personal space.
As soon as he entered, a burst of music flowed out.
It was so noisy.
Yung Heng fumbled for a long time before he finally found the mute button.
What was it about? He clicked on it.
There were quite a few messages. He read them one by one. However, they were all about the worries of a young girl. She could even send a message about her uncut hair.
Actually, it was very interesting to look at her personal space. The message board was full of messages from her best friends. They were all about her feelings at that time. So, she was like this when she was a teenager. Finally, he clicked on her diary.
There were only four or five entries in the diary. Looking at the time of publication, she wrote them when she was about 17 or 18 years old.
He pulled himself together and clicked on one of the entries.
"Dad seems to be in love again. Everyone says that children don't have much memory, but I don't know why, but I have a deep impression of what happened when I was four or five years old. At that time, Dad and Mom were not divorced. One day, Dad told Mom that he was going on a business trip. Mom took me to the amusement park. Mom was driving. I liked to look outside when I was in the car. That day, I saw Dad with an auntie.
"Dad lied. He lied to Mom and lied to me. After that, for a very long time, maybe a few years, I would always suspect my father. Originally, my father wanted to take me out to play on the weekends, but sometimes he would call and say that he was very busy in the company and would pick me up later. I would think, is my father lying to me again? "
"Mom said that she hated lying the most. So did I. When I was young, I secretly cried. If even my dad lied to me in this world, then who could I trust? Everyone says that after you become an adult, you have to wear a mask, but I don't. I want to tell the truth to others. I don't want to lie to the person I love. So, I hope that the person I love won't lie to me. Is that really too much?
"They say that sometimes, people will tell white lies. If the relationship between people is all true, it will be very cruel. Then, I want to compromise. I will give him three chances. If he continues to lie to me many times, then I won't forgive him.
"I won't be that unlucky, right? I hope that the people I meet in the future will be honest! Come on! This is my wish when I was 17 years old ~
Yung Heng looked at these words and thought about it. He could not help but laugh.
Was this your wish when you were 17 years old?
Then she was really unlucky. It was not easy for her to fall in love, but she met a person like him who was always scheming.
He thought about it and returned to the message board. As a stranger, he left a message for her: As you wish.
From now on, I won't lie to you anymore.
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