In ancient times, the main house of the triple-entry courtyard was for the elders of the family to live, the eldest son lived in the east side, the second son lived in the west side, and the wives of the daughter lived in the backyard.
The implication is that the male lead outside and the female lead inside.
Now that Shen Wei has proposed to live in the West Courtyard, Song Zhen and Song Qi can only let them out with their scalps and gritted teeth.
Zhong Yuhong: "Then your brothers... move to the East Campus?"
East courtyard, Song Yu's residence before his death.
After hearing this, Song Qi frowned subconsciously, but quickly let go, but this little movement still gave you a full view.
It was Song Zhen, with the same expression as before, without sullenness or anger, and calmly answered "OK".
In this way, the three mothers and sons (female) of Shen Hun stayed in the west courtyard.
That night.
After Song Kaifeng finished his official business, he returned from the study to the master bedroom.
The old lady was already covered with a quilt, leaning on the bedside to read, with a pair of reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, her brows and eyes were calm, and the elegant scroll breath came to her face.
"Why haven't you slept yet? What are you looking at?" Song Kaifeng opened the quilt and lay in.
"Old almanac."
"Why do you flip it well?"
Zhong Yuhong gave him a glance: "Of course it's time to watch. Now that Qingqing and Zanzan have been received, can't find a time for them to officially recognize their ancestors and return to the clan? I have seen it. The eighth day of next month, the best day, let's just A banquet was held at the Changfu Palace, and all friends, three relatives and six relatives of the world were invited to attend the ceremony."
"Naughty!"
The old lady was stunned by his voice, and it took a long time to react, with an inexplicable expression: "How can this be called nonsense? That's Ah Yu's child, our relatives and grandchildren, don't you even be stingy with this pomp? Older and more stingy..."
Song Kaifeng's face turned dark.
The old lady looked fearless: "Isn't it?"
"... After this period of time has passed, it's time to figure it out, and it's not too late to perform the ceremony."
"Stop, what do you mean by'finding it out'? Is there anything unclear now?"
Song Kaifeng's eyebrows tightened, his folds sunken: "I plan to arrange another paternity test..."
"Didn't you do it before? Why do you want to..."
Song Kaifeng waved her hand and interrupted her: "I'm not at ease. To be on the safe side, it is safer to check again."
Zhong Yuhong disagrees: "Why did you go early? Now that the person has picked it up and lives under one roof, if we put on this suspicious posture, no one will look good!"
This is also the place where the old man is worried.
Want to check, but it's hard to check.
"In this way, let the servant pay attention to collecting the hair of the two children when cleaning."
"Then what if the servant makes a mistake? The hair is all the same, do you believe the result of the final test?"
"..."
"I think you are worrying too much. Qingqing has exactly the same eyes as our Ah Yu. They all say that his daughter Xiao father, how could it not be her own?"
Song Kaifeng concentrated and tried to think back, but found that he was standing too far, never leaning forward, and he didn't even see what the child looked like.
"Are you sure it's not a psychological effect?"
Zhong Yuhong: "If you don't believe me, just turn over the photos of Ah Yu when he was a child, and compare them in person tomorrow."
Song Kaifeng did not answer.
The old lady took out the photo directly from the drawer and handed it to him. At a certain moment, tears flashed in her eyes: "Here, you take it and see..."
Song Kaifeng's hands were trembling when he took it, for a long while, "It's getting late, let's rest."
"The banquet thing..."
"You figure it out. But, just do it, don't be too public."
"Our kind of family, as long as you don't break the law, what's the matter with a little bit of publicity? Besides, those are the only two seedlings of the Song family, even if it is lively."
"Don't forget Xiaojing, this is smashing her in the face brightly!"
This time, the old lady stopped talking.
After a long silence, her eyes were guilty and helpless: "... Okay, I will pay attention to proportion."
Under the same moonlight, the West Yard.
"Didi! Wash... for nothing..." The little girl, wrapped in a small bath towel, whose body hadn't been dried, clapped her hands to Zan Zan.
The latter only looked up at her, and then continued to play the Lego in his hand.
Not interested, unmoved.
But the little girl seemed to be accustomed to this way of getting along with her mouth, "Didi" for a while, "Like" for a while, and no matter if the person she called ignored her, she was very happy anyway.
Shen Hun came out of the bathroom, picked her up and put her on the bed, then wiped the water off her with a bath towel, and finally put on clean pajamas.
The little girl consciously got into the bed and lay down without Shen Hou reminding her. She was incredibly well-behaved.
"Zhan Zhan..." Shen Hun walked over.
He put Lego down, raised his head, and those dark pupils met Shen Hu's eyes.
Focus, concentrate, and spotless.
Such eyes and expressions succeeded in making Shen Hun think of that person...
That bastard who left without saying goodbye and had no news!
"We should take a shower," she said, her voice softly.
Zan Zan did not speak, but nodded, put Lego in the previous position, and stood beside the unfolded suitcase again, staring at it, as if looking for something.
"Is the baby looking for this?" Shen Hou held a small box in his hand, shook it, and rustled.
Zan Zan ran over, in fact, his steps were more stable than the little girl.
Reached out to Shen Hou, his eyes were clear.
－－－－－－Off-topic －－－－－－
The chapter is chaotic, has been fixed, and will be updated