Shen Wan lowered her head and rubbed Zi An's little head, bent down and picked him up, looked at Song Heng calmly and said, "Here we come!"
In fact, it's normal that Xiao Zi'an still remembers Song Ziling, but not Song Heng, because the person with whom Xiao Zi'an got along the most in the past, besides Shen Wan, was Song Ziling. This child is like this, whoever spends the most time with him , the more they remember who they are, the better their relationship is with them.
"...Hmm." Song Heng nodded.
"Come in and sit down!" she said.
Song Heng nodded again and carried the bundle into the pavilion.
Hui'er told Song Hengfu that he didn't call him general because there were still servants around.
Wu Yi hugged him and Song Heng nodded in return.
After sitting down, Song Heng put the bundle on the table. Outside the pavilion, Song Ziling was talking to Chu Ling. Chu Ling heard that he would be living here in the next few days and was very happy and said that they could be together as before. I stayed in a side room in my mother's yard, and then took Song Ziling to put away my luggage.
There was silence in the pavilion for a while. The servant had already lit the charcoal fire in the stove and looked into the pavilion curiously. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't think that the lady and the man who came with the young master were husband and wife.
Song Heng opened the bag and revealed the small toys inside. He looked at the boy An's bright black eyes and said with a tight throat: "I don't know what An An likes to play with, so I just put the fashionable gadgets in the imperial city." I bought some."
Children of Xiao Zi'an's age are fond of toys, and their eyes light up when they see small toys that they don't have.
I pulled my mother's sleeve and wrote two words on her face, "I want to play."
Shen Wan said to her son in a gentle voice: "Your father gave you this, you have to say thank you."
Boy An was still a little afraid of Song Heng. He pursed his lips for a while and then whispered: "Crab."
"Where's dad?" Shen Wan raised her eyebrows.
"Daddy--" After the boy An called out, he buried his little head in his mother's arms.
A warm smile appeared on Song Heng's face, and he remembered the first time he heard the boy An call him daddy. At that time, he really had an urge in his heart to stop going to war and stay at home to watch over his wife and children.
If he hadn't gone on an expedition at that time, Zi Ling would not have been arrested, and Shen Wan would not have taken An An to the border. Perhaps they would never have met "Wan'er" who had become another person. He He knew that he felt sorry for "Wan'er" to think like this, but he couldn't help but think like this.
"Here." Song Heng saw that Xiao An had been staring at the lifelike little wooden horse, so he handed the little wooden horse to him.
Boy An took it, thanked him, and started playing with the wooden horse on the stone table.
Then, the only thing that could be heard in the pavilion was the sound of the boy moving the wooden horse on the stone table and shouting: "Drive, drive, drive!"
After a while, Song Heng, who felt uncomfortable all over, wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes and asked, "How are you doing these days?"
Shen Wan nodded, looked into his eyes and replied, "Very good."
"What about you?" Shen Wan asked back, as if she was chatting with an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.
"...It's pretty good." How is he doing? He doesn't know, anyway, he hasn't laughed from the bottom of his heart for a long time.
"Are you getting married?" They originally agreed to get married half a year after she faked her death. It's been half a year now, so they should be getting married too!
"Not yet." Song Heng shook his head and felt a headache when he thought of his mother. Although his mother said that after his wife died, he had to observe mourning for one year, but he felt that even if one year was over, his mother would still object to "Wan'er"
Come in. Because no matter how he explains to her, she regards "Wan'er" as a monster.