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 before, besides Shen Wan, was Song Ziling's brother.
This kid is like that, whoever spends the most time with him, the more they remember him, the better the relationship with him.
"……Um."
Song Heng nodded.
"Come in and sit down!"
she says.
Song Heng nodded again and carried the bundle into the pavilion.
Hui'er thanked Song Hengfu for not calling him general because there were still servants around.
Wuyi 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. When they see small toys that they don't have, their eyes light up.
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 to him."
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 called, 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 home with his wife and children.
If he had not gone on the 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 knew that he felt sorry for "Wan'er" by thinking like this, but he couldn't help but think like this.
"Give."
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 and thanked him, then 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."
"And you?"
Shen Wan asked back, as if she was chatting with an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.
"...It's also pretty good."
How is he doing?
He didn't know, but he hadn't laughed sincerely in a long time.
"Are you married?"
They originally agreed to get married half a year after she faked her death. Now it's been half a year, 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 had said that he would have to observe mourning for his wife for one year after his death, he felt that even if one year was over, his mother would still object to "Wan'er" entering the house.
Because no matter how he explained it to her, she regarded "Wan'er" as a monster.