Song Yuan used to go to the supermarket without goals or plans. Maybe she just wanted to buy a few bottles of drinks, and eventually she would unconsciously buy a shopping cart of snacks. Since Rong Ting came, she gradually began to have a plan to follow. Every time before going to the supermarket, I will write down what I need to buy in the mobile phone memo, so that the efficiency will be much higher, and I will avoid buying things that I don’t need at all.
But Rong Heng was unknowingly and quietly sabotaging her plan.
She picked up the snacks she was looking at, because the calorie meter was beyond her tolerance, and she put it back on the snack shelf, and he quietly took it and threw it into the shopping cart...
The large bag of potato chips that she looked at twice was also thrown into the shopping cart by him. When she was about to check out, she realized that there were a lot of snacks and insignificant things in the shopping cart.
She glanced at the father and son who were following her.
Rong Ting was startled, and immediately said: "It wasn't me, it was my father who let it go, I saw it!"
If it's not his fault, no one else can blame him.
Rong Heng remained silent, basically admitting that he put these things.
Song Yuan was speechless, "Do you want to eat these snacks?"
The Rong Heng in her memory didn't like snacks at all, and she rarely even ate fruit. It is impossible to change all habits in modern times.
Rong Heng had no choice but to pretend to be dead anymore, so he could only say helplessly: "I see that you picked it up and looked at it for a long time, if you want to eat it, you can buy it, don't hesitate."
"I was looking at the calorie meter." Song Yuan explained patiently, "I think some calories are too high, and I will get fat if I eat them, so I put them down."
The ancients could not understand the calorie but not the calorie.
Rong Heng picked up the bag of potato chips, and said softly: "I think this is very light, not many."
"Calories are not calculated in this way. Don't you think that eating ice cream means you have no calories..." Song Yuan wanted to laugh. It is indeed rare for His Majesty, who is omnipotent and omniscient, to be blank right now, "I just want to see , doesn’t mean I want to eat.”
"You don't want to eat, why would you pick it up and look at it?"
Rong Ting was also drawn in, and unknowingly stood by his father's side, "Yes, why does the mother want to watch if she doesn't want to eat?"
Song Yuan: "..."
This time they did not go through the manual checkout channel. There were too many people queuing up, and there was a long queue behind any cash register. Ever since the supermarket was able to pay by itself, Song Yuan never used the manual channel again. The self-service machine You also need to line up, but the speed is very fast, and they will be in line in a while.
Rong Heng and Rong Ting stood aside and watched.
Song Yuan scanned the codes of the items in the shopping cart.
Rong Ting glanced at the long queue at the artificial passage, and couldn't help but be thankful, fortunately, this time he came to the supermarket with his mother, if he came alone with his father, wouldn't it be the year of the monkey
Song Yuan paid the bill by himself, Rong Heng had already taken out his wallet from his pocket, ready to pay—
The next second, I saw Song Yuan walking away with the bag, and the people in the supermarket didn't stop me
She already paid? When did you pay
Song Yuan typed out the list, and the money she spent this time was just enough to support a lucky draw. The three of them came to the crowded lottery place. Song Yuan handed the small ticket to Rong Ting, and looked at him encouragingly, "I'm not lucky. I haven't won a bottle since I was a child in Dalian. Gugu, come and draw." , draw a prize!"
Holding the receipt in his hand, Rong Ting was pleasantly surprised and excited. He looked up at Song Yuan, and because it was very noisy here, he had to shout loudly: "Mom, what do you want, I'll smoke it for you!"
This tone... is too confident.
Song Yuan stood on tiptoe to look at the prizes at the lottery, pointed to the yellow mini suitcase and said, "I want that. If you go on a trip, you can just use it."
"Okay!" Rong Ting nodded solemnly, looking as if he was sure of winning.
Rong Heng is not used to this kind of pushing and noisy occasions, especially when he was pushed by an aunt again...
When it was their turn to draw the lottery, Rong Ting almost used all his strength to turn the turntable vigorously, and then came the moment that people were looking forward to.
The watch hand turned and turned, and successfully avoided the first prize of 2,000 yuan shopping card, the second prize refrigerator, and the third prize electric car, and finally stopped on the grid of two bags of rice.
The shopping guide held the microphone and said excitedly: "Congratulations to this kid, you won two bags of Thai fragrant rice, a total of 40 catties!"
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Rong Ting was quite happy, although he didn't win the suitcase that his mother wanted, but he won two big bags of rice! As the saying goes, people depend on food, and he relied on his own luck to win two bags of rice. At least he and his mother didn't have to buy rice for a long time.
Song Yuan is also in a good mood. Participation in the lottery is the most important thing. Even if she wins a tissue, she is also happy. Seeing her son so happy makes her feel even better.
Only Rong Heng, who was standing aside, looked at the two bags of rice on the ground, and wanted to look up to the sky and sigh.
It is good to win two bags of rice, but the key is how to take it back? He couldn't let his son, who didn't officially turn six in a week or two, mention it, could he? Rong Ting's total weight is only about fifty catties, how can he lift forty catties of rice
Rong Heng has always been a thief, before Song Yuan had the trouble of how to carry two bags of rice back, he consciously stepped forward and lifted a bag of rice with one hand.
A bag of twenty catties of rice in one hand is not considered light. In ancient times, Rong Heng liked reading more than practicing martial arts. Just looking at his image in ancient times, he was known as a literati, but he did not show it at the moment. He looked a little bit embarrassed, as if what he was carrying was not forty catties of rice, but two or three catties of cotton.
"Let's go." Rong Heng said calmly.
Song Yuan was a little surprised, and hurriedly said: "Well, let me carry a bag, this is too heavy."
Rong Heng smiled and shook his head, "You also said that this is heavy, so let me carry it. I don't think it's very heavy, it's very easy."
Song Yuan was really surprised now, "Do you really feel relaxed? It seems that you really exercised in those five years. I remember you used to..."
Having said that, she was stunned, and swallowed back all the words she hadn't said.
She didn't know his identity before, how happy the two of them were at that time, once they wanted to go up the mountain to visit the temple, she couldn't climb anymore, and begged him to carry her on his back, when he heard her make this request, he still had a look of displeasure He looked at her in confidence.
In the end, he still carried her on his back, but before he reached halfway up the mountain, he was as tired as something and out of breath.
His mouth was also very poisonous at that time, saying that it was not that he was weak, but that she was heavier than him, and she was so angry that she wanted to bite him to death.
Before!
Rong Heng's eyes are still calm and gentle, compared to when he first came, he has really settled down.
He didn't question her, didn't tempt her to recall the past, but walked out of the supermarket without saying a word, carrying the rice and walking in front of her.
From the supermarket to the community, the road seems to have become very long.
After arriving downstairs, although Rong Heng was still trying his best to pretend, his aura did become heavier.
He sent two bags of rice to her home, and only placed them at the entrance. He had no intention of going in, and panted heavily as soon as he opened his mouth, "I still have something to do, so I won't go in."
Song Yuanen said, "Wait a minute."
After saying this, she ran into the house, found a bottle of mineral water and handed it to him, "I don't have the kind of sparkling water you drink at home, but this one is not bad."
Rong Heng took the bottle of water and said hello in a low voice.
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The mother and son's lunch was very simple. Song Yuan followed the tutorial on the Internet and cooked pork ribs stewed rice. Rong Ting liked it very much and ate two bowls of rice in one sitting.
After Rong Heng returned to the hotel, somehow she remembered how she enjoyed eating durian in the supermarket.
After hesitating for a while, he said to Sun Qiming, "Go and buy me some... durians."
In fact, he has no other ideas, but it is rare to come to the place where she lived since she was a child, and wants to try everything she likes, it seems that in this way, he can understand all her thoughts and get closer to her.
Sun Qiming's work efficiency has always been very high, and he bought two large boxes of durians in a short time. "I looked for several fruit shops, and one of them had Musang King durians, so I bought them. I heard from the clerk that this one is very delicious."
Rong Heng still felt a little overbearing when he smelled it, so he turned his head subconsciously.
After Sun Qiming left, he pinched his nose, with an expression of resignation, tried to take a sip, quickly picked up the mineral water on the table, drank most of the bottle in one go, and barely suppressed the taste. go down.
Sure enough, he and her couldn't get along when it came to eating.
Holding his breath, he put the two large boxes of durians into a paper bag, thought for a while, wrote another note and put it in, went out to Sun Qiming's room, and asked Sun Qiming to deliver the durians to her. .
After Sun Qiming left, he went back to the room and still felt the smell in the room. He activated the exhaust system and opened the windows. He brushed his teeth and took a shower. Only then did he feel much more comfortable.
When Sun Qiming brought the durians over, Rong Ting was taking a nap, Song Yuan opened the door lightly, seeing that it was Sun Qiming, he was still puzzled, "What's the matter?"
Sun Qiming smiled and handed the paper bag to her, "The boss asked me to bring it to you."
"Oh?" Song Yuan didn't even need to look, he knew it was durian just by smelling it.
Sun Qiming seemed afraid that she would refuse, so he handed her the paper bag, said goodbye, then turned and left without giving her a chance to speak again.
Song Yuan carried the paper bag and entered the door. Luckily Gu Gu was taking a nap at the moment, and fortunately his bedroom door was closed. She took out the two big boxes of durians from the paper bag and saw that note.
The note is folded in half, and when you unfold it, you will see the familiar handwriting.
He is really good, and he looks good when he writes with a brush. At that time, someone flattered him, saying that he is unparalleled in calligraphy and painting. Now that it is modern, he is used to writing with a pen? It's even pretty well written...
He wrote a poem.
She hadn't seen it before, it should be made by him himself, in ancient times she was playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she was not proficient in everything. No matter how to answer his poems, I can only draw villains for him. Fortunately, she can't do anything else, and drawing those villains and cartoons is quite good.
At that time, he said that her paintings were inexplicable, confused him, and had no aesthetic feeling at all.
It's just that he said that, and when she stopped painting for him, he went to the General's Mansion to ask her...
At that time, she still couldn't understand his poems, she just looked at them and smiled, and then fell into a sense of loss for no reason.
In the following years, she never seemed to tell the later him or the emperor, but she actually missed Ziheng.