In the classroom, several teachers and some little radish heads are surrounding a rectangular table. On the table is a pink two-layer fondant cake, which is very beautiful.
"Come on, kids, let's sing birthday song to Mengmeng together, shall we?"
The little radishheads were very excited: "Okay."
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~"
“Happy birthday to you~”
How to describe Rong Ting's mood at the moment? He regretted it, really regretted it. For some reason, this atmosphere didn't make him feel warm, but instead felt an indescribable embarrassment. He frantically wanted to escape from this classroom. Yes, he shouldn't be here! He wanted to control himself, but he could feel goose bumps on his arms now.
The most difficult minutes finally passed.
The classroom lights were turned back on. The birthday song that pierced his ears like a magic sound finally disappeared, and Rong Ting quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought, he should disappoint his mother, he will never become a child here.
Teacher Helen, who teaches English, was helping to cut the cake. Each child could share a big piece. When it was Rong Ting's turn, the teacher asked him which piece he wanted.
He looked very cool, "It's all right."
This fondant cake is really beautiful.
Teacher Helen couldn't help laughing, "You are so cold."
Everyone knows it’s Mengmeng’s birthday, and the little radishheads are very happy. They think that birthday gifts should be given to her. Some gave her a keychain from their backpacks, and some gave her their lollipops , as the saying goes, courtesy is light and affection is heavy, and Mengmeng is also very happy. She is a very introverted child, but today she has a confident and happy smile on her face.
Seeing that they were all giving presents, Rong Ting really didn't know what he could give. Although there was Yakult in his bag, he didn't really want to take it out.
He didn't want to give away his key chain either, it was given to him by his mother.
After much deliberation, Rong Ting simply went to Teacher Helen and asked her, "Teacher, are there any brushes, ink, paper and inkstone here? I mean, are there any brushes and rice paper?"
There is also a calligraphy class in this institution. Teacher Helen is good friends with the teacher of the calligraphy class. The acquaintance came out to handle the matter, and quickly borrowed brushes and rice paper.
Rong Ting didn't like the brush very much, but he still stood in front of the table and turned his head to look at Mengmeng.
He is not familiar with her, to be precise, he may not have said a word.
It's just that after eating her cake, it is also necessary to prepare a birthday gift.
After thinking about it, I picked up a pen and solemnly wrote four big characters on the rice paper—clever and clever.
The little radishheads also couldn't tell if the calligraphy was good or bad, they only thought that Rong Ting could write calligraphy with a brush, which was really amazing.
The teacher who knows calligraphy and Teacher Helen looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.
"Lance, have you ever learned calligraphy? Why didn't you hear your mother mention it?"
When Rong Ting heard the English name, he subconsciously frowned.
He didn't know why he had a name, what would Teacher Helen give him... an English name
"I've learned a little bit." Rong Ting's answer was very modest.
"It shouldn't be a little bit, right? Who taught you?"
"My father." Rong Ting, who has always been aloof, added at this moment, "My father is very good at calligraphy."
It's hard to imagine that a five- or six-year-old child can have such a level, unless he started strict training at a very young age.
Rong Ting doesn't take the initiative to socialize, but to a certain extent, he also has "personality charm", so the enthusiastic little carrots all like him, he is not deserted in the classroom, and he didn't like to talk to him before For others, he always felt that he couldn't get along with these children, but after a long time, he would respond occasionally, which would not embarrass others, even if the other person was a child.
Song Yuan and Rong Heng went downstairs one after the other, neither of them took the initiative to break the silence.
If it was said that Song Yuan still had that kind of heartbeat or even affection for Rong Heng before, it also faded a lot after seeing the results of the paternity test.
After walking out of this building, Song Yuan flinched from the biting cold wind outside.
Rong Heng slowed down, and suddenly asked her, "Do you really want to leave here?"
Hearing him suddenly, Song Yuan was stunned, and then laughed at himself, "Actually, I am very timid and afraid of getting into trouble. I dare not do things like being brave in the street, and I have never done it. I am not afraid of making fun of you for causing unnecessary trouble to my family, I am very satisfied with my current life, and I don't want others to break this peace."
"I don't like the climate and rhythm of Beijing. I came here because of the good educational environment. But now it's different. Beijing is not suitable for us."
"You said you wanted to take on the responsibility of being a father, but haven't you forgotten everything? You don't remember him at all."
Song Yuan knows that there are very responsible people in this world, but she still has some doubts, can father's love and mother's love be the same
Rong Heng stopped and looked at her, "Didn't you forget everything too? But you have also taken on the responsibility of being a mother."
"I want to escape too. I don't remember anything at all. Suddenly a child came over and said that I was his mother. In the end, I was really his mother. Do you think I don't want to escape? I can't escape." Song Yuan Looking straight at him, "If I avoided him at the time, what do you think would happen to him? But the situation you are facing now is different from mine at that time. I have no choice, but you can choose .”
"I knew he was my son, but I didn't care about it. I acted as if nothing had happened. If I really did this, am I still a person?" Although Rong Heng's tone was still very gentle, Song Yuan felt a sense of inexplicable pain. stock pressure.
Is this the majesty of being an emperor
Song Yuan is not like she showed, she only stands behind her parents and asks for help. She sees everything clearly, "I have a different opinion from you. Didn't you have such a saying in ancient times, the beloved son of parents , it is a far-reaching plan, but you are walking on thin ice in the Xie family, if you bring danger to your son and make his life no longer peaceful, are you sure this is the responsibility of a father?"
Rong Heng was silent.
He suddenly realized that he didn't know him very well.
Back in ancient times, before he had revealed his identity, he felt that she was different from ordinary women. Her words and deeds were bold and disregarded dignity, and occasionally she showed boredom of the surrounding environment. After she knew his identity, there was a gap between them. A layer of veil, even though there were sweet moments, he knew that she would no longer treat him as sincerely as before.
He thought he was the one who understood her best in the world, understood her emotions, and understood her preferences.
But after this accident, he gradually realized that the she he saw before was not all of her.
It turned out that she also compromised.
Then, in the past relationship, in those few years, how much did she have to say, and she was crushed under the stone called the ancient system.
Seeing that Rong Heng didn't speak, Song Yuan didn't want to be aggressive anymore.
He forgot everything.
The two of them walked silently all the way to the entrance of the community, and Song Yuan had already seen the car parked on the side of the road.
"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 now, you go back, I'm going to meet Rong Ting too."
"Okay." Rong Heng thought for a while, and then said, "No matter what your choice is, can you promise me not to leave without saying a word?"
This question is a bit strange.
Song Yuan put his hands in the pockets of the down jacket, it was very warm, "That's natural, I won't leave without telling you."
I don't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that Rong Heng's face softened a lot after she said this.
Before Rong Heng was about to leave, Song Yuan thought of several dreams she had had intermittently in the past few months, which seemed to be connected together, and a story could be pieced together by opening her mind.
She seemed less curious about what kind of past she had with him.
"that… "
Seeing her make a sound, Rong Heng looked at her suspiciously.
"I want to ask you something, did my elder brother really die in battle?" Song Yuan asked.
Rong Heng's expression changed slightly, his hands clenched unconsciously, but he calmed down in just a few seconds, and asked her with a dazed look: "Do you remember?"
Song Yuan shook her head, of course she didn't think of anything, and she always had doubts about the reality of the dream, but she was embarrassed to tell Rong Heng the truth, always feeling that it would look silly.
She thought about it, and said vaguely: "I feel that such a person is very important to me. Last time Rong Ting told me that I have an older brother, and that he..." She paused, with a difficult expression, " It was said that he died during the war, and I felt very uncomfortable when I heard it, and I was almost out of breath, so I wanted to ask you, but you don’t remember anything, so it seems useless to ask you.”
She would rather know about it.
Did he really die in battle? If that brother is really like in the dream, she will find it hard to let go, such a gentle person.
Although it is his duty for an ancient general to go to the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, and the fighting on the battlefield is even more tragic, but if he really went to the battlefield to support her in the harem, and ended up dying in battle, she really The... eh! It's a little uncomfortable to think about it.
This is her current concern, and what she wants to know most is this matter.
Rong 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 his hand, "Then goodbye."
"goodbye."
Rong Heng turned around, straightened his back, and walked towards the parking direction. The moment he turned around, all the smiles on his face disappeared, his face was gloomy, and the air pressure around his body was even lower than the temperature in this cold winter month.