Chapter 113 If Line: If Song Jinhe is Reborn (2)

In the study, a small figure sat in front of his own small desk, his body straight, a wolf hair brush in his hand, and his small face, as delicate as ice and jade, showed no expression.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the notes in front of her, and she wrote on the paper while reading.

A thick stack of papers covered with handwriting had been piled up on the side.

Although his wrist was sore and painful, Wei Rong didn't dare to stop for a moment.

Song Jinhe was wearing a cloak, her face still extremely pale. Ignoring Jinzhi's obstruction, she came to the yard where her son lived.

The door and windows of the study were open. It was already late autumn, and the wind was becoming increasingly biting and sharp, feeling like a knife cutting on the face.

Song Jinhe remembered that the windows and doors of the study were not allowed to be closed and had to be kept open at all times.

Only when there is wind can you feel energetic and avoid falling asleep.

Looking at the little child sitting at the desk, his hands holding the brush are already red, and the clothes he wears are so thin.

And all of these were requested by her biological mother.

Song Jinhe felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife, and she was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe.

Wei Rong filled up another piece of paper. His hands were so numb that he couldn't hold the pen steadily. But thinking of his mother who was still lying in bed, he bit his lip, took out a clean piece of rice paper and continued writing.

At this time, Wei Rong heard a noise, looked up, and saw his pale mother walked in. At the same time, a group of servants began to close the window, leaving only a crack, and brought the red-hot charcoal brazier into the house.

Soon, the originally cold study gradually warmed up.

Wei Rong's face was full of confusion as he watched his mother walking towards him step by step with a faint smile on her face.

Wei Rong had never seen his mother smile so gently. In his memories, he had more often seen her with frowns, cold faces, and even stern expressions.

Wei Rong was a little overwhelmed by the smile on his mother's face. He quickly stood up and bowed to salute.

However, his cold and numb hand was wrapped by a warm and soft big hand, and a cloak with warmth and a familiar smell surrounded him.

Wei Rong's body stiffened, and he found that his hand was carefully held in his mother's palm, and he was also wrapped in a cloak, which was his mother's own cloak.

“Mother…Mother…”

The little boy Wei Rong's face was full of helplessness.

At this moment, he was a little confused. Why was his mother, who had been strict and serious since he was three years old, like this today? It was as if she had become a different person.

The gentleness and warmth made his nose feel a little sore and his heart feel depressed.

Song Jinhe squatted down, looking at her son at eye level, looking at the young and confused face, suppressing the pain and bitterness in her heart.

With a smile on her face, she warmed his cold little hands.

"Zi Yang, I did something wrong, a serious mistake. I've come to my senses now and want to make amends. Can you give me a chance?"

Wei Rong blinked his eyes, looked at the gentle mother in front of him, and listened to what she said. He seemed to understand but not quite, but still followed his mother's words and answered her.

"Mother has done nothing wrong and does not need my child's forgiveness."

In the eyes of five-year-old Wei Rong, his mother was so strict with him because he was not doing well enough.

As long as he does well enough, his mother will be happy.

This is the result he achieved in two years since he learned to read.

When Song Jinhe heard this, her heart ached as if she was dying.

This is all her fault.

But fortunately, God gave her a chance.

Let her use the rest of her life to make up for the harm she has caused to Zi Yang in the past two years.

She will prove it with practical actions.

"Mother now only wants our Ziyang to be happy every day from now on, to do what he likes and study..."

Song Jinhe threw all the extra homework that he had asked the teacher to assign to him on the table into the wastebasket beside him.

"As for studies, you only need to complete what the teacher assigns in the school."

Wei Rong watched with his own eyes as his mother threw away all the homework assigned by the extracurricular teacher. His eyes widened, and he seemed a little bit unbelievable.

While he was in a daze, Wei Rong felt himself flying into the air. When he came to his senses, he found himself being picked up by his mother.

Song Jinhe picked up the five-year-old Wei Rong. The five-year-old child was already quite heavy.

But Song Jinhe didn't feel it was heavy at all. Instead, she weighed it and said with a smile on her lips, "It's too light. Ziyang should eat more in the future. It's the time for growth."

Wei Rong was stunned again.

My mother once said that a gentleman should learn to restrain himself from a young age, not be greedy for food, sleep, or play, and that everything should be done in moderation.

Therefore, even if Wei Rong ate something he liked, he couldn't eat too much.

Occasionally, his uncle would secretly bring him some delicious food, but he could only eat it secretly in his uncle's yard.

Song Jinhe refused Jinzhi's hand that was extended to hug Wei Rong, and instead instructed Jinzhi to prepare the meal.

Wei Rong heard that every one of these dishes was his favorite.

In the past, the dishes he liked would only appear on the table once and never again.

The little child felt very uneasy when he saw his mother who looked so familiar yet somewhat strange in front of him.

When Wei Chen came back from the yamen, he found that Shaoguang Court was empty. Just as he was about to ask the servants where his wife had gone, he saw a woman in a smoky purple dress walking in with her dazed son in her arms.

This scene surprised Wei Chen just as much as the scene yesterday where he saw the woman breaking down and crying.

Song Jinhe carried her son all the way. Although her son looked a little thin, a five-year-old child was quite big, and her hands were sore from carrying him all the way.

Seeing her husband's face full of shock, she handed her son over and said, "What are you standing there for? I've already told the kitchen to prepare dinner. I'm going to go change my clothes. You and Ziyang can play for a while."

Wei Chen looked at the woman who had come into the room to change clothes, then at his dazed son in his arms. After a long pause, he spoke, "What's wrong with your mother?"

Wei Rong shook his head in response to his father's doubts.

Such strange behavior occurred frequently in the next few days.

In the past, in addition to going to the Imperial College, there were other famous teachers who provided additional instruction after returning from school. Now Song Jinhe directly dismissed the several teachers who were invited to stay in the mansion.

In the past, Wei Rong had to complete a large amount of homework, and every time he had to write until the early morning.

Now, I only need to complete the homework assigned by the teacher of the Imperial College, and I don’t have to do anything else.

Wei Rong, who finished his homework early, was called to the yard by his mother, and they gathered around the stove to boil hot milk and roast chestnuts.

For Wei Rong, such a life was like a dream.

From being nervous and uneasy at the beginning, I can now naturally take the chicken leg that my mother picks up with the serving chopsticks.

The restraint on his face also relaxed, and he even smiled when he saw his mother's smiling face.

His mother seemed to have changed now, making him want to get closer to her even more.

Five-year-old Wei Rong thought, if this is a dream, then please let this dream last a little longer, a little longer...