Chapter 49: 049.

In the classroom, a few teachers and some radish heads were around a rectangular table with pink two-layer fondant cakes on the table, which was very beautiful.
"Come on, kids, shall we sing a birthday song for Mengmeng together?"
The radish heads were very excited: "OK."
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you ~"
"Happybirthdaytoyou ~"
How to describe the mood of the court at this moment? He regretted it, he really regretted it. I don't know why, this atmosphere did not make him feel warm, but there was an embarrassment that he couldn't say, and he frantically wanted to escape from the classroom. Yes, he should not stay here! He wanted to control himself, but he now felt his arm goosebumps.
The most difficult minutes finally passed.
Classroom lights turned back on. The birthday song that sounded like a magic sound finally disappeared, and Rong Ting quietly relieved.
He thought that he should disappoint his mother-in-law. He could never become a child here.
Teacher Helen, who teaches English, is helping to cut the cake. Each child can be divided into a large piece. When it's Rong Ting's turn, the teacher asks which piece he wants.
He looks cool. "Anyway."
This fondant cake is really beautiful.
Teacher Helen could not help but "You are so cold."
Everyone knows it ’s Mengmeng ’s birthday, and the little carrots are very happy. I think it ’s time to give a gift for birthday. Some take a keychain from her backpack and give it to her. As the so-called courtesy is light and affectionate, Meng Meng is also very happy. She is a very introverted child, but today she has a confident and happy smile on her face.
Rong Ting saw that they were all giving gifts. He really didn't know what he could give. Although he had Yakult in his bag, he didn't really want to take it out.
He didn't want to give away his keychain either, it was given to him by his mother.
After thinking about it, Rong Ting simply found Teacher Helen and asked her, "Teacher, are there any pens and papers here? I mean, are there any writing brushes and rice paper?"
There is also a calligraphy class in this institution. Teacher Helen and the teacher in the calligraphy class are good friends, and acquaintances are good at doing things. Soon they borrowed writing brushes and rice paper.
Rong Ting didn't like the writing brush very much, but he still stood at the table and glanced over Mengmeng.
He was not familiar with her, and to be precise, he might not have said a word.
After all, after eating her cake, it is also necessary to prepare a birthday gift.
Thoughts and thoughts, lifted the pen, and wrote four big words on rice paper-smart and smart.
The little radish heads couldn't see the quality of the calligraphy. They only felt that Rong Ting could write a brush, which was too great.
Teachers who knew calligraphy and Teacher Helen looked at each other and both were surprised in the other's eyes.
"Lance, have you studied calligraphy? Why haven't you heard your mother mention it?"
Rong Ting frowned subconsciously when he heard the English name.
He didn't know why he obviously had a name. What did Helen give him ... English name?
"Learned a little." Rong Ting's answer was very modest.
"Isn't this a bit? Who taught you?"
"My dad." Rong Ting, who has always been cold, added at the moment, "My dad's calligraphy is very good."
It's hard to imagine a five- or six-year-old child with such a level, unless he started rigorous training at a very young age.
Rong Ting does not take the initiative to communicate, but to a certain extent, he also has "character charm", so the enthusiastic little radish heads like him, he is not deserted in the classroom, he did not like to deal with it before For others, he always feels that he can't talk to these children for a while, but after a long time, he will occasionally respond, which will not embarrass others, even if the other person is a child.
Song Yuan and Rong Hong went downstairs one after the other. No one took the initiative to break the silence.
If Song Yuan had that kind of heartbeat or even a good opinion of Rong Hong before, it also faded a lot with the results of the paternity test.
When he walked out of the building, the cold wind outside was biting, and Song Yuan shrank.
Rong Hong slowed down and suddenly asked her, "Do you really want to leave here?"
Leng Buding heard him speak, Song Yuanzhen, then laughed at himself, "Actually, I am very timid and afraid of things. I do n’t dare to do things like seeing the cause of justice in the street, I have never done it, I am afraid of giving I have caused unnecessary trouble for my family and I am not afraid of your jokes. I am very satisfied with my current life and do not want others to break this peace. "
"I didn't like the climate and rhythm of Beijing. I came here because the educational environment here was good, but it's different now. Beijing is not suitable for us."
"You said you wanted to take on the responsibility of your father, but didn't you forget everything? You don't remember him at all."
Song Yuan knows that there are very responsible people in this world, but she still has some doubts. Can father love be the same as mother love?
Rong Hong stopped and looked at her, "Don't you forget everything? But you also take on the responsibility of your mother."
"I want to escape too. I don't remember anything at all. Suddenly a child came over and said that I was his mother, but I was really his mother. Do you think I don't want to escape? I can't escape." Song Yuan Looking straight at him, "What would I think if I escaped and ignored him at the time? But the situation you are facing now is different from what I was then. I have no choice but you can choose . "
"I knew he was my son, but I didn't care about it. I didn't do anything when I did it. Is it still personal?" Although Rong Yun's tone was still very mild, Song Yuan felt inexplicably. Stock pressure.
Is this the majesty of an emperor?
Song Yuan didn't just stand behind her parents and ask for help, as she showed. She could see everything clearly. "I don't agree with you. Did n’t you have such a saying in ancient times? , The plan is far-reaching, but you are now trembling on Xie's family. If you bring danger to your son and make his life no longer peaceful, are you sure that this is the responsibility of being a father? "
Rong Hong was silent.
He suddenly realized that he didn't know him very well.
At the beginning, before he did not show his identity in ancient times, he felt that she was not like an ordinary woman, daring to ignore inferiority and humility, and occasionally showing boredom to the surrounding environment. After she knew his identity, they separated. A layer of veil, although there have been sweet moments, but he knew that she would never treat him sincerely as before.
He thought he was the person who knew her best in the world, knew her anger and sorrow, and understood her preferences.
But this time when he came by accident, he gradually realized that she didn't see all of her.
It turned out that she also compromised.
Then, in the past, how many words did she say in those years? She was crushed under the stone called the ancient system.
Seeing Rong Hui not talking, Song Yuan didn't want to be aggressive anymore.
He forgot everything.
The two were silent all the way to the gate of the community. Song Yuan had seen the car parked on the side of the road.
"he……"
Before Song Yuan said it, he heard him say, "Be assured, he won't say a word."
"That's good." Song Yuan smiled at him reluctantly. "It's not too early now, you go back, I'm going to pick up Rong Ting."
"Okay." Rong Yun thought about it, or said, "No matter what your choice is, can you promise me not to leave without a word?"
This is a strange question.
Song Yuan put his hands in the pockets of the down jacket, which was extremely warm. "That's natural, and I won't leave without you."
I don't know if it was her illusion. I always felt that she said this, and Rong Hong's face eased a lot.
Before Rong Hong was about to leave, Song Yuan remembered the dreams she had been doing intermittently in the past few months. It seemed to be connected together, and she could piece together a story by opening her mind.
What kind of past she had with him, she didn't seem so curious.
"That one……"
Rong Hong saw her say something and looked at her in doubt.
"I want to ask you one thing, is my elder brother really killed in battle?" Song Yuan asked.
Rong Hong's expression changed slightly, her hands clenched unconsciously, but she calmed her mind for only a few seconds, and asked her with a blank expression: "You remember?"
Song Yuan shook her head, of course she didn't remember anything, and she always had doubts about the authenticity of the dream, but she was embarrassed to tell the truth to Rong Hong, and she always felt foolish.
She thought about it and said vaguely: "I feel that having such a person is very important to me. Last time Rong Ting told me that I had an older brother and said that he said," She paused, her expression was difficult, " He said he was dead when he fought. I was so uncomfortable when I heard that I was out of breath, so I wanted to ask you, but you don't remember anything, it doesn't seem to be useful to ask you. "
She wants to know more about it.
Did you really die in battle? If the elder brother is really as difficult as she was in a dream, she is a gentle person.
Although it was his duty to go to the battlefield in the ancient generals, the sword had no eyes, and the killing on the battlefield was even more horrible, but if he really went to the battlefield to support her in the harem, she would finally end up in a battle. ... hmm! It's a bit uncomfortable to remember.
This is her current concern, and what she wants to know is this.
Rong Hong smiled and said, "Well, I don't remember anything. I'm sorry, I can't answer your question."
"It's all right." Song Yuan waved, "Goodbye then."
"Goodbye."
Rong Huan turned around, his back was straight, and he walked towards the parking direction. The moment he turned around, all the smiles on his face disappeared, his face was gloomy, and the air pressure around him was even lower than the temperature of the cold winter moon.