Song Yuan lowered his head inadvertently, only to find that there was a bag in Rong Heng's hand, which belonged to the People's Hospital of this city, and it looked like a medical record.
The two are already friends, Song Yuan will not be stingy with her concern, pointing to the case list, and asked: "Is anyone in your family sick?"
Rong Heng was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the case sheet in his hand, smiled and shook his head, "It's not my family, it's me."
Now it was Song Yuan's turn to be stunned. She said ah, and belatedly asked him, "Are you sick? You don't look like a sick person."
She was telling the truth, she felt that this Mr. Xie did not look like a patient, he looked very healthy.
"I can't be considered sick." Rong Heng seemed afraid of disturbing others, so he lowered his voice involuntarily, with a slight smile on his face, "I had an accident this year, and I narrowly escaped death. Injury, I almost died. Fortunately, a kind person sent me to the hospital in time to save my life. However, it may be that my brain was injured. After waking up, I don’t remember many things. This time, I am here I heard that there are experts, and my family also wants me to come over to relax."
He spoke lightly of the experience.
Song Yuan was terrified when he heard it.
It always feels very thrilling, but if she has not experienced such a thing as amnesia, it is hard for her to believe that such a thing can happen in life. After all, the meme of amnesia is only seen in TV dramas.
Seeing the slight blankness on Rong Heng's gentle face, she felt the same way, "I can understand, the feeling of losing memory must be very bad."
"I just feel guilty for worrying my family. After all, when I wake up, I forget everything, and I don't even remember who my relatives are. My mother has been suffering for a long time." Rong Heng said again, "Miss Song, it seems In front of you, I can express my true thoughts without any burden. I am not afraid of your jokes. The feeling of losing my memory is really bad. For example, facing my parents, I also feel very strange, as if they are not mine. loved ones."
Amnesia will be like this
Song Yuan couldn't understand this point. When she first met Rong Ting, although she was a stranger, she would also feel uncomfortable when she saw Rong Ting feel uncomfortable. She would like a strange child from the bottom of her heart. ... This is probably the blood relationship between mother and child.
Song Yuan couldn't help comforting Rong Heng, "Mr. Xie, it's okay, modern medicine is so advanced, maybe you will remember it in a short time."
Rong Heng laughed, "After the past few months, I have also seen it. Of course it is best to remember it. It doesn't matter if you can't remember it. The most important thing is to grasp the moment. Sometimes I also think, forget some unhappy things, maybe Not a good thing.”
"It's best if you think so." Seeing that Rong Heng was so open and transparent, Song Yuan no longer worried about him.
"By the way." Rong Heng was still holding a bag in his hand, and he handed it to her with a smile, "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 has this intention, let him practice."
Song Yuan took it, and seeing the packaging and texture of the copybook, she knew it was worth a lot, so of course she was embarrassed to accept it.
Rong Heng smiled and said: "I have no children, and there is no child who learns calligraphy at home. It would be a waste to put it here. Keep it. It is my gift to your son."
He said so, and Song Yuan didn't refuse again, "Thank you, it's really a coincidence, my son likes to write brush calligraphy, I'm not boasting, he really writes very well, the training here I took him to the class, he said that the teacher’s level is not good enough, there is no way, my dad is also in contact with Beijing City, I heard that there is a very powerful calligrapher, can you go to worship that calligraphy when you see it? The home is the teacher."
Rong Heng thought, "It's true that you can't delay the child. If there is anything that needs my help, I must say that my family knows some people in Beijing."
Song Yuan felt that although the two of them hadn't known each other for a long time, she really had a good impression of him, and he was warm-hearted without being abrupt.
"thank you."
"You're welcome." Rong Heng raised his hand and looked at the time, "It's time for my friend to get off work, so I'll be leaving first."
Song Yuan waved to him, "Goodbye, by the way, thank you for your copybook."
After watching Rong Heng leave, Song Yuan focused on Rong Ting's situation in the room.
Rong Ting came out of a piano experience class, judging from his expression, he didn't seem very interested in the piano.
Song Yuan took his hand downstairs and asked, "Goo, do you like playing the piano?"
"It's not like I like it." Rong Ting replied honestly.
"Okay." Song Yuan didn't feel disappointed either. After all, after these few days of experience classes, she could tell that her son wasn't very interested in musical instruments, but he was a little interested in things like ice skating and taekwondo.
"By the way, this copybook is for you." After getting on the bus, Song Yuan handed the copybook to Rong Ting, "It seems to be a copybook for calligraphy practice. It was given by a friend of mine. You should need it."
Rong Ting really couldn't put it down, after flipping through the copybook, he said with emotion: "This thing is really good, Gu likes it very much."
"It's fine if you like it. I'll buy you a new one after you've practiced."
"Thank you, Queen Mother."
After returning home, Rong Ting used this copybook, which meant that he forgot to eat and sleep. After observing this period of time, Song Yuan finally decided to enroll him in only three classes for the time being in Beijing, namely skating, taekwondo, and English. .
It sounds like the schedule is very full, but in fact Rong Ting has to wait until the winter vacation is over before going to kindergarten, and the kindergarten ends early every day, so he also has enough time.
Originally, Song Yuan was a little bit impatient. After all, she didn’t learn so many things when she was a child. As a result, in the mother group she just joined, a mother shared her daughter’s schedule. There are classes from weekdays to Fridays, and after school in the afternoon I want to play the piano, learn English on Saturday morning, and dance Latin in the afternoon. As for school composition on Sunday, I have to learn Taekwondo in the afternoon. After Song Yuan saw such a schedule, his unbearable heart disappeared immediately...
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Ji Junpei and Song Yuan used to be in a club. This time when Ji Junpei came back, the students in the club organized a dinner to welcome him back to the embrace of the motherland. The other students took time out of their busy schedules to go there, which made Song Yuan, who had resigned and stayed at home, unable to find any excuses, so he could only go to have dinner.
When Song Yuan joined the club, Ji Junpei was already preparing for studying abroad. On the surface, they didn't seem to have much contact with each other, but their mutual friends at the time knew that there was something going on between them.
Later, newcomers came in from their club, but they were the ones with the best relationship. Song Yuan was almost the youngest, and the seniors at school also took good care of her and gave her a lot of help.
The snow had already melted, and when Song Yuan drove to the appointment, everyone else had already arrived, and Ji Junpei booked a big box.
Song Yuan sat next to a school girl, because she was the last to arrive, and was fined a glass of juice.
Everyone present has graduated. The reason why Song Yuan came here was because she knew the characters of these people. They were not fond of making noises. No matter what they thought in their hearts, this surface would not embarrass her. When we got together last year, she and Ji Junpei were still a little bit They are ambiguous, and they will not make that kind of joke, which makes Song Yuan feel comfortable.
In the middle of the meal, Ji Junpei suddenly asked: "Yuanyuan, I remember that your father bought you a suite. Which neighborhood is it?"
"I know this, it must be Splendid Garden!" A senior said cheerfully, "I asked her about the inconvenient transportation, so I almost bought a house there."
"Well, it's Splendid Garden."
Splendid Garden is a residential area developed in this city a few years ago. At that time, the location and apartment types were good, and the building was sold out not long after it was launched.
"What, Junpei, do you want to rent or buy?" the senior sister sitting next to Song Yuan asked.
Ji Junpei glanced at Song Yuan intentionally or unintentionally, then quickly withdrew his eyes, and said with a smile: "I want to buy a house. I have made some money doing projects abroad in the past few years, and my parents can support it. It should be no problem to pay a down payment." Yes. I just don’t know which neighborhood is better now?”
Everyone else provided Ji Junpei with reference. Discussions have been intense for a while. Some of them are currently married but have no children, so they still regard the house as the most important thing right now.
Ji Junpei asked suddenly: "Yuanyuan, what do you think? Do you have any recommendations?"
Song Yuan was stunned. She was immersed in her meal just now, and now she was called by her name. Seeing Ji Junpei's eager eyes, she lowered her head subconsciously and said, "I haven't paid attention to this area, and I don't know which neighborhood is more popular now."
I don't know if she is too sensitive, and the meal is not so happy.
Ji Junpei competed with a senior to pay the bill. In the end, Ji Junpei seized the opportunity to pay the bill on the grounds that he needed more help from everyone after returning to China, and called the waiter to pay the bill. The waiter came in after a while and told them that someone had already paid the bill. .
"Have you paid the bill? Who paid the bill?" The people in the box looked at each other and shook their heads, expressing that they did not pay the bill.
The waiter glanced at the ordering machine in his hand, and said with certainty: "It is true that someone paid the bill. I just confirmed with the front desk that it was Miss Song's friend."
In the private room, only Song Yuan was surnamed Song, and everyone looked at her.
Song Yuan was also confused, "My friend? Who is it?"
The waiter picked up the walkie-talkie and checked with the front desk again, "It is indeed Ms. Song's friend, and it is a gentleman. The front desk said that this gentleman has dyed white hair, so I am very impressed."
Song Yuandi's reaction was Rong Heng.
It seems that only Rong Heng has gray hair among her friends.
Ji Junpei also had a deep impression on Rong Heng, after all, he only met him a few days ago, and he still remembers the look in his eyes until now, and now he actually came to pay the bill...
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