Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 380 2 more

After parting ways, Song Wei and his wife didn't go anywhere else, but went home directly.

Wen Wan did not go to Rong An Hall to see her mother-in-law on the grounds that she was unwell.

Fearing that Wen Wan would be upset by Jinbao's mischief, Song Wei planned to take him to the study to practice calligraphy.

Just as he was about to go out, Wen Wan called him, "Master, ask Yun Cai to bring Jin Bao to mother, please stay and talk to me for a while."

Song Wei had no choice but to call Yuncai and hand over his son to the old lady's courtyard.

After Yun Cai left, Song Wei turned around and saw Wen Wan half leaning on the recliner, raising her arms to cover her eyes.

Before the man could speak, she said first: "What should I do, I feel like my brain is full of mud now."

Song Wei didn't speak, turned around and fetched a basin of cold water and put it on the basin stand, his tone was gentle enough to relieve her impetuousness, "Come and wash your face sober."

After Wen Wan listened, she didn't refuse. She moved the arm blocking her eyes, glanced at the man standing in front of the basin rack, then got up and walked over, rolled up her sleeves and bent down, splashed a large handful of water on her face with both hands .

The temperature of the well water just tapped in summer is low, and the icy cool touch makes Wen Wan's brain regain a little clarity.

Song Wei held a dry towel in his hand and was not in a hurry to hand it to her, but asked, "How do you feel?"

I can't put it mildly.

Song Wei said: "If you don't feel it, just wash it a few more times."

Wen Wan did as she did, and continued to splash water on her face, the cold water flowed down her forearm to the rolled up sleeve, soaking a large part of her before she stopped.

Seeing that she was blinded by the water, Song Wei stepped forward and gently pressed a dry towel on her face to wipe off the water drops.

Wen Wan quietly opened a slit in her eyes, and where her eyes could see was the man's slightly thin chin, which had been carefully groomed before going out, without any extra stubble, and looked mature and charming.

As a servant who works with books all day long, he inevitably has a scent of books and ink on him.

After six years of marriage, Wen Wan has been used to it for six years, and now every time she smells it, it still brings her a different feeling.

The big hand that wiped her face has well-defined joints, and the arms are raised up, and there are firm and broad shoulders.

As if aware of Wen Wan's peeping, the man specially moved the towel to the brow bone, naturally blocking her view.

Gently butting his head against his broad chest, his voice was muffled, "What do you want to do by asking me to wash my face for so long?"

Song Wei asked without answering, "Are you still awake?"

Wen Wan secretly smiled, and replied, "I'm sleepy!"

Song Wei took the towel away, hung it on the hook next to the basin stand, and stared at her, "I want you to wash the paste out, it looks like you just put it in."

Song Wei usually doesn't have much time to joke around, but it's rare that he came here once, and he didn't hold back, and laughed very face-to-face.

Seeing the warmth in Song Wei's eyes, Wen Wan took the initiative to hug him, raised her chin, met the man's eyes, and then said, "Master Song, congratulations on marrying the eldest princess and the son-in-law's own daughter, do you feel very happy?" Surprise? Like being hit by a pie from the sky."

Song Wei thought for a while, and answered her solemnly, "I've never seen a pie fall from the sky, but I've been hit by a wine jar more than once. Apart from the pain, I don't feel where the joy comes from."

"..." Wen Wan was speechless for a moment, before bumping his head against him again, "Can you please? I am the one who is unhappy, why can't you co-operate and coax me?"

Song Wei raised his hand and hooked the wet hair on her cheeks behind her ears, and then said in a soft voice, "You are a 22-year-old mother, and you still need someone to coax you?"

She curled her lips gently, "Others don't need to coax me, but you are not allowed to be lazy, you are my husband-in-law."

Hearing the coquettishness in the young daughter-in-law's tone, Song Wei looked at her even more dotingly.

Wen Wan finished playing the rogue, and returned to the topic, "I just found out today that behind my life experience, there is such an intricate story. The father I always thought of became an adoptive father, and the godfather and godmother I met halfway became my father and mother." .

I feel sorry for my adoptive father, but I can't blame my biological mother for being sorry for him.

I think my biological father is innocent, and I also feel that he should be happy and satisfied when he keeps the clouds open and sees Yueming happy with his precious son.

I wanted to ask my biological mother why she ignored me for so many years, but when I thought about what happened to her, I felt that I had lost my temper.

Each of them, I can't find a reason to blame, to question.

In the end, I found that the most pitiful, innocent, and most sympathetic person became myself. "

Song Wei didn't know much about the stories between Fanghua, Lu Xingzhou and Wen Guangping. He only knew that Wen Wan was Lu Xingzhou and Fanghua's biological son, while Lu Yanqing was Fanghua and Wen Guangping's flesh and blood.

As for what happened, it is not difficult to guess from the information revealed by Wen Wan. Everyone in the story has their own position, but at the same time they are helpless.

Seeing that the man didn't answer, Wen Wan went on to say: "Today by the mirror lake, I saw their husband and wife being nervous about their youngest son. For a moment, I felt that I was an outsider, and it was nothing to them. , I really shouldn't recognize this relative."

Seeing the little girl talking more and more crookedly, Song Wei had no choice but to correct her in time, "When you can't see it, they may not have paid attention to you, but compared to you at the age of 22, the two-year-old Yan Li It's all about the care of your parents, your younger brother is not as old as your son, so there is really no need to be jealous of him."

After a pause, he looked at her, "You are only 22 years old, even if you are more mature than people of the same age, you may not be able to handle everything without any regrets. Dear, wait a few more decades, when they finish their lives and walk into the grave, and when your white-haired children and grandchildren are full, if you look back, you may not agree with your thoughts at the age of 22."

"..." Wen Wan couldn't say anything to refute.

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Lu Yanli was sent back to Lu's house, drank some delicious heat-relieving soup, and woke up after a good night's sleep, no longer had the dizziness and nausea symptoms he had before.

Fanghua stayed in front of the bed all the time, worrying a lot.

Lu Xingzhou was called by the old Hou Ye to sit for a while and just came back. When he entered the door and saw the situation, he said to her: "If you are really bored, find a maid to come in and talk, don't let yourself get stuck in a dead end and can't get out."

How can a woman's mind be so simple, especially Fanghua is a person who has suffered from depression. When something like that happens during the day, her thoughts will always be disturbed. She looked at the man, "We were in a hurry because of Yan Li, and finally left her behind. Just leave, do you think Wanwan will have any thoughts? Do you think we have neglected her and ignored her?"

Lu Xingzhou walked to the table and poured a cup of tea and handed it over, "You are thinking too much, Wanwan is also a mother herself, she has a mature heart, and the child's illness is the top priority, why would she be angry with you because of this?"

Fanghua took the teacup, took a quick sip, and said: "Before we officially met, I always hoped that Wanwan would call my mother one day. Now that we have met, I am afraid that she will get angry and become more and more angry." The more I feel, my mother is for nothing."

"I got myself involved again." Lu Xingzhou was very worried that she would go back to those years of self-isolation, so she shifted her attention to her son, "Yan Li is only two years old, and you still have a long time to take care of him. But before taking care of him, you have to take care of yourself first, both physically and emotionally, understand?"

Fanghua nodded dully, the scene on the painting boat during the day still inevitably appeared in her mind.

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On the day Lu Xingzhou and his wife left Beijing, Song Wei was not at home because he had something to deal with in the yamen.

Wen Wan took Jinbao to give it off.

Seeing her daughter coming in person, Fanghua felt that all her worries of the past two days were gone.

Wen Wan glanced at her biological father Lu Xingzhou, who was tall and majestic, and Fang Hua, who was obviously in a bad state of mind, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

What Song Wei said to her that day seemed to still linger in her ears.

She is 22 years old this year, and she has every chance to choose not to recognize her parents, but what if she slowly regrets it when she is [-] or [-]?
At that time, even if she wanted to admit it, she could only speak to the cold tombstone.

Song Wei also said that her adoptive father remarried and her biological mother remarried to her biological father. It was not a debt to anyone, and the entanglement of their generation had a happy ending.

"Father, mother, take care of yourself along the way."

When Wen Wan said this, her eye circles were slightly red.

Fanghua came forward, not wanting to leave only tears, and smiled as much as possible, "Wanwan, if I have a chance in the future, I will come back to Ningzhou to play, and my mother will make your favorite wonton for you, what stuffing?" Both."

A sentence that couldn't be more ordinary, but like a boulder that can mend the sky, instantly filled a certain vacancy in her heart.

Wen Wan nodded with tears in her eyes, "Okay."

Turning to look at Lu Xingzhou, "I see that my mother's spirit is not very good, I'm afraid it's because of the empress dowager's matter that I'm too upset, I'm going south all the way, please take good care of my mother and Yan Li."

Lu Xingzhou looked at her with a smile, "I know."

Wen Wan paused, "I know how difficult it is for my parents to get to where they are today. Although I can't empathize with you, I think, apart from creating a rigid relationship and keeping you from getting along forever, I can give more to you." Some understanding, so you don't have to worry too much about my emotions."

(End of this chapter)