Song Shengsheng seemed to be drowning in the endless entanglement.
No matter what Fu Cheng said, she just said yes.
People are going to be stupid.
Song Shengsheng was confused and thought that she couldn't marry a military officer, as it was too unworthy of her.
She took a short rest, lying on the bed gasping for breath, and it took her a long time to recover.
Fu Cheng was already dressed neatly and had even gone to the kitchen to heat up the food he had just brought from the cafeteria.
Song Shengsheng's face turned red and she changed her skirt.
After cleaning herself up, she went out. Her son and husband were both sitting at the dining table. There were several dishes on the table that she liked.
Fu Luochi looked at his mother eagerly.
Song Shengsheng walked over and looked into her son's expectant eyes. She bent down and kissed him twice on the forehead.
Mom always smells good.
Fu Luochi likes the scent of his mother very much, and he also likes her kiss.
These days, he would run back home after school every day, and only go to Uncle Lu's place after making sure his parents were not back.
Song Shengsheng ate a lot tonight. Her son and husband had finished eating, but she was still eating.
I'm really hungry and tired.
Fu Luochi eats very little and is worried that his mother won’t have enough.
Fu Cheng didn't move his chopsticks much either. He didn't eat much on normal days, and the food he ate when he was on a mission outside was even harder to swallow.
As long as it can fill my stomach and maintain my strength.
It doesn't matter what he eats.
Fu Luochi waited until his mother finished eating before he could not help but whisper his wish, "Mom."
Song Shengsheng looked down at him, and the little boy pursed his lips: "Can you take Xiaochi with you next time?"
He wants to go too.
I want to be my mother’s little tail.
"The teacher said Xiaochi is very smart and can learn it right away. It doesn't matter even if I take two days off."
Song Shengsheng certainly knew that her son was extremely intelligent.
Otherwise, you will never become a scientific research giant in the future.
She felt that the book she dreamed of might not be entirely correct, because Fu Luochi was her biological son and now he was still her little follower.
From now on I will really pretend that she is not my mother.
Do you recognize Zhao Xiaoning as your mother?
However, according to the novel, she and Fu Luochi haven't seen each other for at least ten years, and there should be no contact between mother and son.
Just because you kiss someone when you are a child, doesn’t mean you will still kiss them when you grow up.
It seems reasonable to think so.
Song Shengsheng looked at her son's obedient and pretty face and couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. "Okay, Mommy will take you wherever she goes from now on."
Fu Luochi took the opportunity to push his luck, "Then I'm going to sleep with my mom tonight."
To hold his little pillow and sleep next to her.
This little pillow that Fu Luochi has a special liking for was also sewn for him by his mother. It is very soft and very comfortable to sleep on.
Small request.
Song Shengsheng couldn't refuse him again. Such expectant eyes always reminded her of the child in her dream who didn't speak Chinese very well.
It's a similar look.
The calm is filled with longing.
An immense, immense desire to obtain.
Song Shengsheng ruffled his hair: "Okay."
At night, little Fu Luochi took the initiative to make the bed, and brought not only a small pillow but also his own small quilt.
Of course, he wanted to share the same quilt with his mother.
Fu Cheng did not comment on this. After coming back from taking a shower, he saw his son lying next to his wife, nestled in his mother's arms, very quiet and easily satisfied.
A warm halo of light shone upon them.
She had a gentle expression, leaning against the pillow as she read a book. Perhaps she was sleepy, her eyelashes were blinking, and her eyes were almost closing.
Fu Cheng's heart moved slightly, if only time could go on like this.
The book fell gently on her face with a snap, her head tilted slightly to the side, and she fell asleep without realizing it.
Fu Cheng walked over lightly and took away the book covering her face.
It was the high school math textbook he had given her before, with the exercises she had done on it.
He knew that she had attended high school but had not finished it and had not continued.
My math grades were not very good. The theoretical knowledge in the book was a bit obscure and difficult to understand. Even the exercises with answers were difficult to understand.
In each step, a lot of processes are omitted.
Without some basic knowledge, it's hard to understand.
Fu Cheng thought that she had asked him for books before, saying that she wanted to learn more, but it was just a whim.
But these days, she reads books whenever she has time. It can be seen that she finds it difficult to read, but she has never thought of giving up.
Even though his brows were knitted and there was a look of bitterness on his face.
I still read it despite myself, and when I encountered something I didn't understand, I would ask him for help.
Song Shengsheng not only has a weak foundation in mathematics, but is also not very good at foreign languages. He has a hard time learning and is a bit embarrassed to read, perhaps because he is ashamed of his awkward English accent.
Fu Cheng turned off the lights, hugged his wife and children, and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Song Shengsheng was awakened by the sobbing of the person in her arms.
She slowly opened her eyelids and saw that it seemed to be her son crying, tears streaming down his delicate little face, as if he had a nightmare.
Song Shengsheng subconsciously hugged him tightly, fearing that he was haunted by a dream, and woke him up gently.
But when he woke up, he seemed to be completely unaware that he had a nightmare. He looked a little dazed and held her hand, "Mom?"
Song Shengsheng helped him clean his face: "Xiao Chi, did you have a nightmare?"
Fu Luochi grabbed his mother's hand tightly and shook his head: "No, Mom."
Song Shengsheng thought that maybe he didn't remember it, so she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that not remembering nightmares was a good thing for a child.
She sang to her son the little tune that Song's mother had hummed for her when she was a child, and coaxed the child to sleep again.
The next morning.
Little boy Fu Luochi still looks depressed, but he is usually like this.
Very calm and well-behaved.
Before Fu Cheng left, he sent his son to the military kindergarten. Halfway through the journey, his son suddenly stopped and could no longer control his tears, which he had been holding back for most of the night.
He cried and hiccuped: "Dad."
Fu Cheng looked at his red and swollen eyes and paused: "Why are you crying like this? Hasn't your mother been very good to you recently?"
All requests are answered.
I didn't abandon him either.
Fu Luochi wiped his tears and said, "I dreamt last night that my mother didn't recognize us."
Don't want him anymore.
There are other children.
He was dragged by his father to his mother, who just looked at him strangely and said to him, "Let's go."
He was crying and hiccuping.
Fu Cheng was silent for a moment, then picked up his son and said, "Xiao Chi, dreams are always the opposite of what they actually are."
The child, whose face was as delicate as a doll, stopped crying, with pearl-like tears still hanging on his eyelashes. He asked, "Dad, is it true?"
Fu Cheng said, "Of course."
This dream seemed to become a secret between the father and son.
With his father's comfort, Fu Luochi was finally not so scared.
*
Song Shengsheng has taken a five-day leave here.
If she went to work at the supply and marketing cooperative again, she was afraid that other employees would have objections and that the director of the supply and marketing cooperative would have a bad impression of her.
For this purpose, she specially brought back some specialties from the capital.
These are all good products that are usually in short supply.
When it comes to social etiquette, Song Shengsheng is not stupid.
People like to hear nice words, and people like to serve attentive lackeys.
She is certainly not a lackey, but giving gifts will always make people remember her kindness.
Sure enough, when she handed the gifts over one by one, their originally unhappy faces immediately showed a hint of smiles.
"Shengsheng, this is a silk handkerchief I saw on TV. It must be very expensive, right?"
"This brand of chocolate is not available in state-owned stores. You are so polite this time. I'm glad you still remember us."
"The vanishing cream from the 82nd factory is in great demand. We haven't been able to get any for a long time. You're really embarrassing us."
Song Shengsheng smiled sweetly, "I don't have much money, how could I forget you when I go out? I will bring you back next time, don't be polite to me."
Everyone was delighted to hear this, and they felt that Song Shengsheng was not only good-looking, but also a good person.
Those in the supply and marketing cooperative who had deliberately stayed away from her because of the rumors became jealous and regretful when they saw other people receiving gifts.
This Song Shengsheng looks like a nice person.
It's not as bad as the rumors say.
He is also very generous in giving gifts and looks especially good when he smiles.
Immediately they all began to regret and deliberately distanced themselves from her.
A few days ago, Song Shengsheng's cousin came to inquire about the news and asked them whether someone in the supply and marketing cooperative would secretly take things home, and kept hinting that the person was Song Shengsheng.
But she is not in the supply and marketing cooperative.
How could he steal something?
Her cousin was particularly surprised to hear that she was not in Ningcheng and had taken leave and returned to the capital with Captain Fu.
He kept muttering things like, how could it be possible? How could it be different?
On Song Shengsheng's first day back at the supply and marketing cooperative, business at the counter was very good. By afternoon, the cakes were no longer available.
After selling all the cakes, she can leave work early.
As soon as the man walked into the street, he met an acquaintance.
Shen Zhishu's father came to the city to buy some meat and vegetables. Uncle Shen looked very happy. When he saw Shengsheng, he politely invited her to his house for dinner.
Song's father said, "Shengsheng, Zhishu's school is on holiday, so he came back early. The train should be arriving soon."
"Zhishu found a temporary teaching job at Ningcheng Middle School this time. He is still thinking about you, his sister."
Song's father felt that the two children were good siblings who had grown up together.
Brother and sister have a good relationship.
His son really takes good care of this neighbor's sister.
When she was little, I gave her whatever I had.
She caused trouble at home, and he secretly hid her in his room, fearing that she would be found by her parents and scolded and beaten.
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