Chapter 61 is difficult to solve

I was really afraid of something, after Song Muzhi said goodbye to Zhang Chengyan in a daze, he went back and drank a lot of wine without refusing.

When I returned to the Song Mansion, my stomach burned uncomfortably, but my brain was clearly terrifying, and I automatically replayed the smile of the girl next to Zhang Chengyan over and over again, and for the first time, I didn't have the mind to entertain Zhang Manqing.

"Tell you grandma doesn't have to come down, the smell of alcohol on my body is heavy, and it smokes her." As he spoke, he planned to rest in the study.

Zhang Manqing was sleepy in the month, and as soon as it was dark, he fell asleep early. The maid was brought by the Zhang family, so she naturally put the young lady first in her heart, not to mention that the uncle was also considerate, and quietly went upstairs to confirm that Zhang Manqing was not awake, so she didn't say anything at all.

However, Mrs. Song listened to the movement and saw that her son went to sleep in the study alone, but Zhang Manqing didn't even show her face. The dissatisfaction in her heart is really the temper of the eldest lady, how dare she ignore her husband so much? is to have a good mother's family, and when she cries in the future.

- "Wipe your face with warm water before going to sleep." Mrs. Song regarded this only son as the root of her life, and when she saw him come back drunk, she was pleased that Song Muzhi had finally grown up, but she was also very distressed, and commanded the maidservant: "Take off your coat for your uncle, and it is uncomfortable to tie it when you fall asleep in your clothes." ”

"I'll do it myself." Song Muzhi irritably pushed away the handmaid's outstretched hand, and lay on the bed with a bang.

The maid was very frightened and looked at Mrs. Song at a loss.

Women love to speculate on others with their joys. Mrs. Song only thought that Song Muzhi suddenly lost her temper because she was snubbed by Zhang Manqing, and she was aggrieved and angry for Song Muzhi for a while.

Song Muzhi was lying on his side on the bed, his head was jumping and jumping, but his mind was unprecedentedly clear. Looking back on my life, I think it's ridiculous. My father left early, and what I heard my mother say the most from childhood to adulthood was the ancestor of the Aixin Jueluo family, how the grandfather's family was revived, and how my father was prosperous......

Many, many, but what's the use of those old antiques, they don't block the wind when it's cold, and they can't get a steamed bun when they're hungry. Therefore, Song Muzhi has been more sensible and stable than ordinary children since he was a child.

He was very envious of those children who lost their temper at will when they were slightly dissatisfied. It's just that you have to have the confidence to lose your temper, Song Muzhi doesn't, those who have been praised by adults over and over again for being 'sensible and filial' have been piled up with bitterness from childhood to adulthood.

Song Muzhi suddenly felt an unprecedented grievance, if the Qing Dynasty didn't have it, there would be no more, what does it have to do with his surname? If my father is gone, I will be gone, and I can support my family when I grow up. Turning over the history, not to mention the distance, where are those families and politicians who were so prosperous nearly a hundred years ago?

Alternate, staggered. As it should be, without the decline of the family, how can there be a new upstart. Why did her mother let Song Muzhi live in a fantasy for the rest of her life because of her own unwillingness.

Since childhood, I have been taught to do my best in everything and to be competitive. How did you feel when you first met Zhang Manqing? Who remembers, after all, when Song Muzhi saw Zhang Manqing in his eyes, he knew that she had a father who was a new government official.

Love, does it matter? At least before today, the answer that Song Muzhi could give was no.

Marrying a wife, studying abroad, a high starting point, a small mansion...... These all illustrate Song Muzhi's vision and methods back then.

It's just that after seeing the girl next to Zhang Chengyan today, I wanted to get close but felt inferior. Looking back, that nervous feeling of suffocation was even there, Song Muzhi's heart was chilled, and he regretted it, because of Sun Minzhen, but it wasn't.

Because of the appearance of the girl who fell in love at first sight, Song Muzhi, who was obsessed with power, was soberly aware that behind the seemingly successful all these years. He relied not only on vision and means, but more importantly on the fact that he betrayed himself, the self that seemed to be familiar but never understood.

The south wind can't blow through the closed windows and doors, and no one can convince a person with a knotted mind.

Mrs. Song also fell asleep when it was dark outside. In a trance, I dreamed of Mr. Song, who had been dead for many years.

Wearing the clothes of the court meeting with a patch, he didn't even pick the flower feather on the top, so he stood in front of Mrs. Song's bed without saying anything.

"Sir?" Mrs. Song didn't even have time to tell whether it was reality or a dream.

"I'm sorry." Lord Song looked at his wife and said with a sad face: "You have suffered, I'm sorry......"

"Sir...... The old man ...... "For so many years, this is the first time that the two have met in a dream. Mrs. Song couldn't help crying, watching Lord Song turn around and leave, Mrs. Song couldn't care about lying on the bed, and reached out violently.

"Huh......" Mrs. Song sat up violently, her heart jumping, and she realized that she was in a dream just now, and wiped her tears.

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"I dreamed of your father last night...... "The morning breeze began to be a little cold, and Mrs. Song was not in the mood to take care of it, so she casually approved a piece of clothing when she came down.

"En......" Song Mu frowned subconsciously, and then slowly sobered up. After a night's sleep, even if I was tired from a hangover in the morning, the stone that had been pressing on my heart last night was gone.

Father is more like a taboo in the family, and he will only occasionally come out to slip out whenever his mother is sad, and he will be deliberately ignored more often.

"Father?" Song Muzhi rubbed the quilt and sat up.

"Yes, your father, he's still the same as he was a dozen years ago." Mrs. Song helped her son pull the quilt and said, "He kept telling me in his dreams that he was sorry, sorry. ”

"I'm so panicked that I can't do it." Mrs. Song stroked her chest, looked at Song Muzhi and asked a little uncertainly, "Does your father want to say that there is something going on in our family?" ”

Song Muzhi also felt that this dream was unlucky, and he was a bit of a mistake. However, he still comforted Mrs. Song and said, "Something? What can we do in our family, you are in good health, I have a firm foothold in the commercial hall, and our family's life is thriving, right? ”

"That's right." Mrs. Song eats her son's set, that is, Song Muzhi said that the square table is round, and Mrs. Song will feel that it makes sense, not to mention that her son is still so filial, the first thing that comes to mind is Mrs. Song's body.

"Isn't it? You just miss your father so much, I'll accompany you for a while, let's go and give my father a stick of incense. ”

"No, I don't need you, I'll just go by myself." Mrs. Song looked at her son distressedly: "Mother Zhang said that you didn't drink the sobering soup last night, and now you are dizzy or not?" Does it hurt? ”