"When she first came here with me, she was not used to Western food, and these were her favorite things."
Rong Boye sat down next to him and said lightly.
Song Xiang reacted and knew who he was talking about.
She suddenly couldn't say that name, and when she thought of those words, she felt extremely sad.
"She...your wife, what kind of person is she?"
Song Xiang took the potato without peeling it, stuffed it into his mouth, and took a big bite.
A mouth full of food seemed to block all my emotions.
Rong Boye glanced at her and said: "...She is the best woman in the world."
Even if he searched Kuchang, he couldn't find a suitable word to describe Nanqing, so he could only use the word "good" in an empty way.
Song Xiang lowered his head and stuffed another mouthful of potatoes into his mouth, trying to calm himself down.
"You said before that you had a daughter."
"Yeah." Rong Boye nodded.
Song Xiang's heartbeat quickened, and she carefully raised her head and glanced at the people around her.
My fingers kept groping for the potatoes, and I really couldn't swallow them.
She put down the potatoes.
"Don't you like it?"
Her nose was sore and her mind was filled with that whimsical idea. Song Xiang shook his head in a depressed manner.
"She loves to eat. At that time, I often thought that if we have children in the future, they might have potato heads," Rong Boye said.
Song Xiang raised his head and put his hands on his knees, like a silly cat, staring at the people around him without saying a word.
Rong Boye looked at her with dull and complicated eyes. Suddenly, he raised his hand and touched her head.
"Fortunately, not really."
Song Xiang was startled.
My breathing paused for a moment, my ability to think disappeared, and I was somewhat unsure of the meaning of this sentence.
Maybe, that's not what she meant.
She withdrew her gaze, leaned back, hugged herself tightly, and pressed her back against the edge of the fireplace.
"What's wrong?" Rong Boye asked.
Song Xiang shook his head and said nothing. He pressed his chin on his knees and pursed his mouth tightly.
Rong Boye withdrew his gaze and sat next to her without saying a word.
It's quiet everywhere.
Song Xiang could almost hear her own heartbeat. After a long time, she quietly peeked at Rong Boye.
Rong Boye noticed her gaze, deliberately teased her, and quickly turned around to grab the bag.
Song Xiang was startled, quickly took a potato and stuffed it into his mouth.
Rong Boye: "..."
He sighed, stuck a few pieces of bacon on his fork, and handed it to Song Xiang's mouth.
"Don't just eat potatoes."
Song Xiang was obedient, bit into the bacon, and then lowered his head to munch on the potatoes.
After eating two potatoes, she was really full, but her brain was numb.
Rong Boye stood up and led her back.
Song Xiang followed him, keeping his head lowered and looking at his toes the whole time.
Arriving at the main house, as soon as she entered the gate, she suddenly opened her mouth and called out to Rong Boye.
Rong Boye turned to look at her.
Song Xiang swallowed, "Can I... comb your hair?"
It's late at night, why should you comb your hair?
Rong Boye paused and nodded, "Okay."
He knew exactly what the little girl wanted to do.
Just follow her path and always give her time to accept it.
If it hadn't happened suddenly and he didn't want to wait any longer, he could always spend some time with her patiently, so that she wouldn't be so confused.
It's nearly eleven o'clock.
In the lobby on the first floor, under the wedding photos, Rong Boye is sitting on the sofa.
Song Xiang hurriedly found a comb, walked behind the sofa, said hello to Rong Boye, and began to comb his hair.
It had a purpose, but when the comb slid through her hair, her thoughts became simple.