Chen Wan lowered her head and rubbed the little boy An's little head, bent down and hugged him, looked at Song Heng lightly and said, "Here you come!"

In fact, it is normal for boy An to remember Song Ziling, but not Song Heng, because the one who got along the most with boy An in the past was the older brother Song Ziling.

This is how this child is. Whoever stays with him the most time, the more they remember who they have, the better their relationship with.

"……Um."

Song Heng nodded.

"Come in and sit!"

She said.

Song Heng nodded again and entered the pavilion with his bag.

Huier attacked Song Hengfu because she didn't call him General because she was still in charge.

Wuyi hugged him and clasped her fists, and Song Heng nodded and bowed.

After sitting down, Song Heng put the bag on the table. Outside the pavilion, Song Ziling was talking to Chu Ling. Chu Ling heard that he would live here in the next few days and was very happy. He said that they could live in the side room in the mother's yard together like before, and then took Song Ziling to put the bag on.

The pavilion was silent for a while, and the servants had already lit the charcoal fire in the stove and looked into the pavilion curiously. No matter how they looked, they didn't think that the wife and the man who came with the eldest son were husband and wife.

Song Heng opened the bag and revealed the small toys inside. He looked at the boy An's shiny eyes and said with a tight throat: "I don't know what An An likes to play with, so I bought some of the fashionable gadgets in the imperial city."

When a kid An likes toys, his eyes lit up when he sees a small toy he doesn't have.

He pulled his mother's sleeve and wrote two words on his face, "I want to play."

Chen Wan said to her son in a gentle voice: "This is all given to you by your father, you have to say thank you dad."

Boy An was still a little afraid of Song Heng. After pursing his lips for a while, he whispered: "Crab."

"Where is Dad?"

Chen Wan raised her eyebrows.

"Dad--" After the boy An cried, he buried his little head in his mother's arms.

Song Heng smiled warmly on his face, and remembered the first time he heard the boy An call him father.

At that time, he really had the urge to stop going to war and guard his wife and children at home.

If he hadn't gone to the war at that time, Zi Ling would not have been arrested, and Chen Wan would not have taken An An to the border. Perhaps they would never have met him and had become another person's "Wan'er".

He knew that he was sorry for "Wan'er" to think so, but he couldn't help thinking like this.

"Give."

Seeing that the boy An had been staring at the Xuxue Trojan horse, Song Heng handed the Trojan horse to him.

The boy An took the thanks and started playing on the stone table with a small wooden horse.

Then, in the pavilion, the boy moved the little horse on the stone table, shouting, "Going the Car".

After a while, Song Heng was uncomfortable all over, then wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes and asked, "How are you doing these days?"

Chen Wan nodded, looked at his eyes without hesitation and replied: "It's pretty good."

"And you?"

Chen Wan asked back, as if she was greeting an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

“…It’s pretty good too.”

Is he doing well?

He didn't know, but he had never laughed from the bottom of his heart anyway.

"Are you married?"

They made it to marry half a year after she pretended to die. Now it has been half a year, so they should have gotten married too! "Not yet."

Song Heng shook his head, and when he thought of his mother, he had a headache.

Although his mother said that his wife had to be mourned for a year after he died, he felt that even if the year was over, his mother would still oppose "Wan'er" entering the door.
Chapter completed!