The boy An Jian turned his head and buried it into the crook of his brother's neck. The hand holding his brother's neck tightened a bit.
Song Ziling took a deep breath and said with a smile: "An'an, you strangled my brother so hard that he couldn't breathe."
When the boy An heard this, he quickly let go of his hand, but still buried his head in his brother's neck.
"An'an, brother is going back, come to mother."
Shen Wan clapped her hands again.
The boy An An turned his head in the crook of his brother's neck and said incoherently: "Porphyry, brother, porphyry."
Song Ziling hugged his younger brother with both hands and said very gently: "Brother will often visit An An and play with An An."
"Give him to me!"
Shen Wan opened her hands and said to Song Ziling.
When Song Ziling was about to hand Zian over, he screamed and hugged his brother's neck tightly, shouting "Porphyry, porphyry."
Shen Wan and Song Ziling looked at each other, broke away Xiao An's hand holding Ziling's neck, and hugged him over.
"Wow..." Xiao Zian cried immediately, with his hands still open towards Song Ziling, and shouted, "Porphyry..." The child's cry made the sadness of parting even more intense.
Song Ziling's eyes heated up, and he immediately turned away, raised his head, took a deep breath, blinked hard, and held back his tears.
"Brother, let's go..." Xiao An cried sadly, attracting passers-by's attention.
Song Ziling gritted his teeth, walked to his horse, made the horse turn around, and turned over.
He held the reins tightly with his left hand, raised his right hand, and waved to Shen Wan and others behind him.
"Drive..." He drove the horse's belly hard, and the horse started running very fast.
The wind brought up by the horse's running whizzed in his ears, but he could still hear An An's sad cries.
But he couldn't look back because he was afraid that if he looked back, he would be even more reluctant to be separated from his mother and An An.
The cold wind made his eyes red and blew away the tears that had not yet had time to slide down his face.
Seeing his brother walking further and further away, Xiao Zi'an buried his head in his mother's neck and cried sadly, while Hui'er beside him also quietly wiped away his tears.
After seeing Song Ziling off, Shen Wan and the others set off again.
Little An didn't stop crying until he got on the carriage. After crying, he felt completely exhausted.
Song Ziling returned to the General's Mansion at noon. As soon as he entered the mansion, he saw his mother running towards him.
"You're back, do you know...I'm worried about you."
"Shen Wan" originally wanted to say, "Mom is worried about you," but seeing the maid watching, she didn't say so.
She really wanted to hurry up and get married with her husband, so that she could let Zi Ling and Zi Yu call her mother without any scruples.
Song Ziling said: "I'm sorry for making you worry."
He didn't say anything yesterday and just rode out. He should have left a message.
It was indeed his fault that he didn't come home all night and made his mother worry.
"Shen Wan" felt her heart drop. She smiled and said, "It's okay, just come back."
Cuihong swept the fallen leaves on the ground, looked at Miss Mu Na and the second young master, and felt that the atmosphere between the two was very strange.
The conversation between these two people is also like a conversation between mother and son.
Miss Mu Na's attitude towards the second young master is like a mother's attitude towards her son.
The madam and the young master were buried just yesterday! Could it be that Miss Mu Na wanted to be the second young master’s mother?