MTL - My Son is a Transmigrated Prince-Chapter 35 035
Song Yuan bowed his head inadvertently, only to find that Rong Hong had a bag in his hand, which belongs to the People's Hospital of this city, and looked like a case list.
Both were already friends, and Song Yuan wouldn't care about her, pointed to the case list, and asked, "Are you sick at home?"
Rong Huan looked down and looked at the case list in his hand. He shook his head with a smile, "It's not my family, it's me."
It's Song Yuan's turn next time, and she whispered, and then asked him later, "Are you sick? You don't look like a patient."
She was telling the truth. She didn't think this Mr. Xie looked like a patient. He looked very healthy.
"I can't be considered sick." Rong Hong seemed to be afraid of disturbing others. He lowered his voice involuntarily, with a light smile on his face. "I had an accident this year. I was hurt, almost dead. Fortunately, a kind person sent me to the hospital in time to recover my life, but it may be a brain injury, many things I do n’t remember after waking up. This time, here, too I heard that there are experts, and my family wants me to come here to relax. "
He talked about the experience lightly.
Song Yuan was frightened.
It always feels thrilling, but if she hasn't experienced it herself, it's hard to believe that it will happen in her life. After all, this stalk of amnesia is only seen in TV series.
Looking at Rong Hong's gentle face with a faint bewilderment, she felt the same way, "I can understand that it must be very bad to lose memory."
"I just feel guilty and worry my family. After all, I forget everything when I wake up. Even my relatives do n’t remember, my mother has been uncomfortable for a long time." Rong Yue also said, "Miss Song, seems to be in In front of you, I can say my true thoughts without burden. I'm not afraid of your jokes. It feels really bad to lose memory. For example, facing my parents, I also feel strange. It doesn't seem to be mine. Loved ones. "
Will this be the case with amnesia?
Song Yuan could not understand this point. When she first met Rong Ting, she was unfamiliar, but she also felt uncomfortable when she saw that Rong Ting was uncomfortable. She was a child who was unfamiliar. Like ... This is probably the blood of mother and child.
Song Yuan couldn't help but comfort Rong Hong. "Mr. Xie, that's okay. Modern medicine is so developed, maybe it won't take you long to remember it."
Rong Hong laughed. "After these months, I also looked away. Of course, it is best to think of it. It doesn't matter if you can't remember it. The most important thing is to grasp the moment. Sometimes I also think about and forget some unhappy ones, maybe It's a good thing. "
"You can think that way is the best." Seeing Rongzhen so open and transparent, Song Yuan no longer worried about him.
"That's right." Rong Huan was carrying a bag in his hand, and he handed it to her with a smile. "It was from a friend. I don't think I could use it. I don't know if your son is studying calligraphy. If your son has this intention, let him practice. "
Song Yuan took it over, and when she saw the packaging and texture of the copybook, she knew that it was of great value. Of course, she was embarrassed to accept it.
Rong Ye smiled and said, "I don't have any children, and I don't have any children who learn calligraphy at home. It's a waste to put it with me. Keep it. It's a gift for my son."
He said so, and Song Yuan never refused again. "Thank you, it's really a coincidence. My son likes to write brush calligraphy. I don't boast. He really writes very well. The training here I took him to the class. He said that his teacher was not good enough. There was no way. My dad was also contacting Beijing. I heard that there was a very good calligrapher. When I saw it, could I go to the door to worship the calligraphy? Home is a teacher. "
Rong Yun thought, "I really can't delay my children. If there is a place where I can help, I must say that my family still knows some people in Beijing."
Song Yuan felt that although the two hadn't known each other for a long time, she really liked him very much. He was enthusiastic and did not make people abrupt.
"thank you."
"You're welcome." Rong Hong raised his hand and glanced at the time. "My friend should also be off work. I'll go first."
Song Yuan waved at him, "Goodbye, yes, thank you for your copybook."
After watching Rong Hong leave, Song Yuan paid special attention to the situation of Rong Ting in the room.
Rong Ting took a piano experience class. From his expression, he seemed not interested in the piano.
Song Yuan took his hand down the stairs and asked, "Coo, do you like to play the piano?"
"It's not like it." Rong Ting answered honestly.
"Okay." Song Yuan didn't feel disappointed. After all, after a few days of experience classes, she could see that her son was not very interested in musical instruments. He was a bit interested in things like skating and taekwondo.
"By the way, this copybook is for you." After getting on the bus, Song Yuan handed the copybook to Rongting. "It seems to be a copybook for calligraphy. This is from a friend of mine. You should use it."
Rong Ting really loved it. After looking at the copybook, she said with emotion: "This thing is really good, I like it very much."
"Just like it. I'll buy you a new one when you're all trained."
"Thank you mother."
After returning home, Rong Ting used this copybook, which was a bit of a waste of sleep and sleep. After observing this time, Song Yuan finally decided to wait for him to report to only three classes for the time being in Beijing. .
It seemed as if the arrangements were full. In fact, Rong Ting had to wait until the winter vacation before going to kindergarten, and the kindergarten was very early every day, so he had enough time.
Song Yuan was a bit unbearable. After all, she didn't learn so much when she was a child. As a result, a mother in her newly-added mother group shared her daughter's schedule. Monday to Friday were going to class. Afternoon school I will play the piano in the future. I will study English on Saturday morning, Latin dance in the afternoon, and composition on Sunday, and Tae Kwon Do in the afternoon. After seeing such a schedule, Song Yuan couldn't bear to disappear immediately ...
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Ji Junpei used to be in a community with Song Yuan. This time Ji Junpei returned, the club's classmates organized a dinner party to welcome him back to his mother's arms. Other students took time out of their busy schedules, which made Song Yuan, who had already resigned at home, find no excuse, so he had to go to eat.
At the time when Song Yuan entered the community, Ji Junpei was already preparing to study abroad. On the surface, they seemed to have nothing to do, but at the time their mutual friends knew that there was something going on between them.
Later in their society, new people continued to come in, but the best relationship was their group. Song Yuan was almost the youngest. The seniors and sisters in the school also cared for her and gave a lot of help.
The snow had already melted. When Song Yuan drove over to the appointment, everyone else had already arrived. Ji Junpei ordered a large box.
Song Yuan sat with a school sister because she arrived late and was fined a glass of juice.
All the people present have graduated. The reason why Song Yuan came here was because they knew the personalities of these people, and they did n’t like to coax. Regardless of what they thought, this would not make her embarrassed. When they partyed together last year, she and Ji Junpei were a little bit more. Ambiguous, they will not make that kind of joke, which makes Song Yuan feel comfortable.
Halfway through the meal, Ji Junpei suddenly asked: "Yuanyuan, I remember your father seems to have bought you a house. Which neighborhood is it?"
"I know this, it's the Splendid Garden!" A senior said cheerfully, "I also asked her before that traffic was inconvenient, and I almost bought a house there."
"Well, it's the Splendid Garden."
The Splendid Garden was developed in this city a few years ago. At that time, the location and the layout were good. The property was sold out shortly after it was launched.
"Why, Junpei, do you want to rent or buy?" The sister asked sitting next to Song Yuan.
Ji Junpei took a look at Song Yuan intentionally or unintentionally, and quickly regained his gaze. He smiled: "I want to buy a house. I have made some money doing projects abroad in recent years, and my parents can support it. It should be no problem to pay a down payment. It's just not sure which neighborhood is better now? "
Others have provided Ji Junpei with reference opinions. The discussion was fierce at the moment. Among them, they are currently married, but they are not yet educated, so the house is still the most important thing right now.
Ji Junpei suddenly asked: "Yuanyuan, what do you think? Do you recommend it?"
Song Yuan froze. She was just burying her head to eat just now, and suddenly she was named. Looking at Ji Junpei's keen eyes, she lowered her head subconsciously and said, "I don't pay attention to this area, and I don't know which community is more popular now."
I don't know if she's too sensitive, and she didn't have a good meal.
Ji Junpei was contending with a senior for payment. In the end, Ji Junpei seized the opportunity to pay for his purchase after he returned to China. He called the waiter to pay, and the waiter came in after a while and told them that someone had paid.
"Have you paid for it? Who paid for it?" The people in the box looked at me and you, and shook their heads to indicate that they didn't pay for themselves.
The waiter glanced at the order machine in his hand and said with certainty: "Someone has paid for it. I just checked with the front desk and said it was Miss Song's friend."
There was only Song Yuan in the box, and everyone looked at her.
Song Yuan was also confused, "My friend? Who?"
The waiter picked up the walkie-talkie and confirmed again with the front desk. "It is indeed Miss Song's friend, it is a gentleman. The front desk said that the gentleman had white hair, so I was very impressed."
Song Yuan's first response was Rong Hong.
Among her friends, it seems that only Rong Hong has white hair.
Ji Junpei was also very impressed with Rong Hong. After all, he had only seen it a few days ago, and he still remembers the look of the other side until now. Now he actually pays ...
