MTL - My Son is a Transmigrated Prince-Chapter 70 070

Rong Ting was still a little dazed after waking up. He sat up straight and suddenly remembered the fever of his mother-in-law last night. Why did he fall asleep again now? What happened to the mother-in-law, he quickly opened the quilt and jumped out of bed. Not even wearing slippers, went straight to the master bedroom.

Song Haiping stayed up all night, his eyes bags became more obvious. He yawned and measured the temperature of his daughter, and found that he had a fever, and he was relieved.

He was so old that he would stay up all night for his daughter's fever.

When Song Yuan woke up, her lips were dry, her face was pale, and her mental state was not very good. She was blinded and looked at her environment until she saw that she was standing next to the bed wearing a little yellow chicken pajamas and looking up. Looking at her Rong Ting in anxiety, she apparently froze for a moment. Her complex look was so confused and scared that Rong Ting yelled at her tentatively, "Mother"

She had visited a psychologist before, but the ancient experience was too bizarre, so she had reservations about the psychologist.

The psychiatrist told her that the human body has a self-protection function. When some memory cannot be afforded, amnesia may occur.

This needs to be treated slowly. If the condition is good, memory may be restored immediately.

Of course, there is a situation, if something stimulates her, those forgotten memories may also come to mind.

Song Yuan looked at Rong Ting. She couldn't bear blinking, fearing that her child would disappear after she blinked. She was afraid that all this was a dream for her.

After listening to Rong Ting shouting to her mother, she got out of bed and squatted in front of him without even thinking about it, and hugged him tightly in his arms in his miserable expression, as if he was afraid of losing him, he held it very hard She remembered everything, and all her experiences in ancient times. This is the child she gave birth to in October, and this is her child. He had felt all her emotions in her belly.

When she left, he was only a little bit big, and had not yet learned to turn around, and would only look at her with wide eyes. Occasionally, she would blow bubbles at her.

Now he is so big, when she hasn't seen it, he has become a little man.

"I'm sorry," she just said, her tears blurred, and she bit her bloodless lips and repeated. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the mother-in-law was not intentional."

She suddenly understood why she had amnesia, not because she had previously guessed that because of the huge psychological trauma, she returned to the home of her heart without help, but her most concerned child was not able to bring her Come over, if she doesn't have amnesia, then as a mother, how should she accept the fact that she lost her child? How can she bear the fact that she will never see her child again? She will definitely collapse.

Although Rong Ting didn't understand why she apologized to him, but watching her cry so sadly, he was sore in heart, he reached out his little hand and hugged her, he leaned on her shoulder and coaxed her softly, "It's okay Mother, all right. "

I do n’t know how long, Song Yuan finally was willing to let go of Rong Ting, and she just calmed down. When she saw Song Haiping, the tears burst out again, she barely suppressed, choking and said, "Dad, I'm fine. comfortable."

In front of Rong Ting, she is a mother.

In front of dad, she is a child.

Song Haiping was most distressed by his own daughter. Now he was uncomfortable listening to his daughter's grievances. He was in a hurry. "Don't say anything, you can quickly pack up, Dad will take you to the hospital to see."

"No, I'm fine." Song Yuan didn't want to worry his father, especially the grandparents looked at her with a worried look. She hurriedly said, "It's really good, I don't want to go to the hospital."

After confirming that Song Yuan is really okay, Song Haiping still has a lingering fear, "Don't go to the hospital in the past two days. You were the same as last night. You told your father that someone had jumped from the People's Hospital yesterday. Do you want to see? Arrived"

Song Yuan recalled the pool of flesh yesterday and recalled the scene of Li Fei's self-harm. She could not help but glance up, but when she raised her head again, she smiled at Song Haiping. see."

"That's good." Song Haiping breathed a sigh of relief. "But I still have to ask the master to burn incense to drive away evil spirits."

Song Haiping also ran to the hospital and told the father about Song Yuan. When he heard that the baby granddaughter had a fever, he wanted to rush out of the hospital to have a look. If he was not stopped by Dr. Meng, he would like to apply to go out for a few hours. .

After Song Yuan became ill, she didn't want to lie on the bed. In the past two days, she didn't have to go to the hospital with her grandfather. Instead, she concentrated on buying vegetables for Rong Ting to take care of his daily life.

Now she is very dedicated and has a sense of compensation in it. Rong Ting, who was overly concerned by her mother, notices that something is wrong. Although her mother is getting better and her fever has subsided, he finds that her mother's smile is not as much as before. .

The next morning, he woke up very early, and while his mother was still asleep, he flipped through the recipe in the kitchen, learned the steps to cook porridge, found Huang Xiaomi in the cabinet, and moved Xiao The bench is in the kitchen, standing on the stool, earnestly scouring the rice, adding the right amount of water as taught in the book, and finally pressing the porridge button, he unconsciously raises his lips, a little proud, thinking, It is not difficult to cook. Nothing seems to stump him.

Inspired by his own cooking skills, Rong Ting boiled boiled eggs outside the plan. Although his mother did not allow him to touch the gas stove, he has observed for a long time and knows how to use it. It should not be wrong. of.

Rong Ting held his fingers and said, "There is millet porridge and boiled eggs. After the mother likes spicy food, it is enough to pick up mustard. En"

When Song Yuan woke up, Rong Ting was sitting upright in a chair, looking for praise for the cute expression he wanted to lift up but desperately covering up. He cleared his throat and said, "Mother, you go to the kitchen Look. There seems to be cockroaches in the kitchen. "

When Song Yuan heard the word cockroach, she raised her eyebrows. There was no fluctuation in her heart, and she knew that she was finished. Being a mother is not the same as being a mother. She can never go back to girlhood. She used to be in college. In the dormitory, she was scared and screamed when she saw the cockroaches in the bathroom. Now that her son says that there are cockroaches, she can go to the kitchen with no expression and carry out slaughter.

She went to the kitchen with slippers and paper towels, but the cockroaches didn't see it. Instead, she heard the sound of a rice cooker reminding the porridge to cook well, and she saw the boiled white eggs in the milk pan, and she was stunned. Already.

Rong Ting walked in behind her, "After my mother, I'm so hungry, I want to eat breakfast."

Song Yuan turned around and was a little bit strange, "These are yours."

The corners of Rong Ting's lips were raised, "Well, mother."

Before he finished speaking, he heard his mother said, "Is it not to let you touch the gas stove, how dangerous it is, and you have to cook white water eggs, what to do if you get burned with boiling water"

Seeing that Rong Ting didn't respond, Song Yuan still hung her head. Although she couldn't see his expression, she could feel that he was very upset and depressed.

She felt warm and knew that he was distressed. She got up in the morning to make breakfast hard, and doing these things also wanted to make her happy and wanted him to praise her. Thinking of this, thinking of the five years when their mother and son were separated, she reached out and touched his head, and her tone eased a lot. "Coo, thank you, I just worry about your accident, so I will be sad, how to return Well, the porridge you cooked today is exceptionally fragrant. It looks much better than what I usually cook. "

When she said that, Rong Ting's mood was slightly better, but she said with a brazen face, "Don't speak conscientiously after your mother."

"I don't have it. I think my son's porridge is very fragrant and the eggs are very good."

After waiting at the dinner table, Rong Ting looked at Song Yuan's tired look, and whispered "Mother, you must be happy."

Although he didn't know what happened, his mother didn't tell him after all, but he felt she was not so happy.

Song Yuan looked for a moment, squeezed the spoon in his hand, and then smiled "OK."

The next day, Song Yuan was going to the hospital. She knew that her cousins ​​and cousins ​​had things. Grandpa must be lonely in the hospital alone. She also needs to go out and walk away. After settling in the room, she will go out. The weather this year is very good. It ’s sunny in the first month. It was only nine o’clock in the morning. She stepped out of the elevator and walked out of the corridor. The sun shone on her. It was warm. Young people are running in the morning, middle-aged people are walking their dogs, and elderly people are going to go to nearby parks to practice swords

She stretched a lazy waist, breathing fresh air, and a smile on her face.

It's gone, all those things are gone, isn't it?

Some people will always remember, and some things she will not forget, but if the past has affected the current life, then she returns home, back to the era she is familiar with, and how is it different from being trapped in the harem?

Time in the hospital goes very fast. After returning from the hospital in the afternoon, she parked her car and saw Rong Hong at the flower bed on the first floor.

She had previously imagined what he looked like in modern clothes, and also what he looked like with short hair, but it was just an imagination.

After many years, he looks like she did when he first met him, and never seems to have changed, such as looks and temperament, such as personality.

Sometimes it ’s ridiculous to think about it. For the first time, she realized what the word “fate” meant to him. In ancient times, she was attracted to him, and in modern times, she is still attracted to him. Over the years, she has not changed. Still so stupid.

It wasn't until Rong Hong came to her that she came back to her, unexpectedly calm, and even said, "You are here, have you eaten?"

Rong Hong held the wrapped gift in his hand, and there was a large cardboard box beside the flower bed. He felt that he hadn't seen her for a long time. In fact, the time was only half a month. It was inexplicable now. Get up, "Not yet."

"Well. Let's eat it together, coo want to eat hot pot, read for a long time."

Song Yuan walked into the residential building, pressed the elevator, Rong Hong carried the cardboard box, and he walked to the door of the elevator, but he felt a sense of incomprehensibility, maybe he hadn't seen her for too long.

Seeing him standing at the door, Song Yuan smiled slightly, "Don't you come in?"