"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Meng Yachen looked at Mu Tingya distressedly, her mother is so strange! Looking at these pastries, why are you crying?

"It's okay, I remember some of the past." Mu Tingya wiped the tears on her face with her cuffs.

"What was the past?" Meng Yachen seemed to have an answer in his heart.

Mu Tingya didn't answer and asked: "These pastries, all of them were given to you by that uncle?" ”

"Hmm." Meng Yachen nodded: "Uncle brought it from the capital." ”

There are only two pieces of each pastry, Mu Tingya reached out and pinched a piece of water chestnut cake closest to her, took it in her hand, glanced at it, and said, "It is indeed produced in Beijing." ”

She then put a piece of water chestnut pastry into her mouth.

I don't know if it's a mistake in her sense of taste, but she feels that the taste of the water chestnut crisp in her mouth is similar to the taste made in the palace dining room.

"Is it delicious?" Meng Yachen asked his mother.

"It's delicious." Mu Tingya nodded.

She pretended to ask casually, "Hibiscus cake is very famous, why didn't my uncle give you hibiscus cake?" ”

"Uncle said hibiscus cake was too sweet." Meng Yachen replied.

At the same time, I was amazed.

Daddy is really a god.

Before he went home, his father ordered three boxes of pastries to be filled for him, and told his mother that if he asked why there were no hibiscus cakes, he asked him to answer that the hibiscus cakes were too sweet.

Daddy is so godly, my mother really asked.

Moreover, my mother looked at these pastries as if she was very sad.

Even, in the eyes of his mother, he also saw longing and nostalgia.

"Too sweet?" Mu Tingya muttered.

Is it a coincidence?

An uncle from the capital?

Son likes it very much?

Sent so many pastries, but no hibiscus cake?

Mu Tingya shook her head and automatically blocked these distracting thoughts.

It won't be him, he's still recuperating in the capital! How to get back to Suzhou?

Probably because the thoughts in my head are too deep, and there are conjectures!

Packing up her mood, Mu Tingya beckoned her son to eat: "Let's eat!" ”

"Mother, can my son bring his uncle to visit my mother?" Meng Yachen was eating the dish and asked casually.

"Whatever you want." Mu Tingya replied.

……

The next day, Meng Yachen followed his mother to do morning exercises, and after breakfast. He left home.

In this regard, Mu Tingya had no choice but to follow him.

More than six years old, it is the age of fun.

Seeing that the sky is getting warmer, my son's clothes have not yet been made. Mu Tingya couldn't help but speed up the sewing of clothes.

In the courtyard, Mu Tingya sat on the chaise longue, her hands quickly threading needles and threads, sewing Meng Yachen's spring shirt.

Compared with seven years ago, Mu Tingya's female popularity can be said to have made a qualitative leap.

Now she has suddenly become a good dressmaker.

Think of the first time she made clothes for the man she loved seven years ago. made a light purple spring shirt with uneven stitches, long sleeves, and short sleeves, and she felt a burst of amusement.

Although that shirt was a failure, he didn't dislike it at all, and he wore it on such a grand day as the coming-of-age ceremony.

Because she remembered the past, a smile rose on the corner of her lips, very warm, very warm smile.

"Does he still have that garment?" She muttered.

"He's always kept it. Consider it one of the most precious gifts, wash it yourself, never fake it to others, and wear it for one day every birthday. ”

Her muttering was answered.

Moreover, this voice ......

The sound is all too familiar......

After several dreams, she woke up from her dream, the voice disappeared, and tears wet the pillow.

Hearing this voice, her whole body was like someone had clicked **, and she couldn't move.

Thereby. The tip of the needle pierced her left hand, and she didn't know it.

She slowly raised her head, but her beautiful eyes crashed into a tall figure not far away.

He. Also looking at her.

The world was silent in this moment.

She seemed to suspect that she was dazzled, and blinked several times.

In the blink of an eye, he was there.

Blink again, he's still there.

In the blink of an eye, he was still standing in place.

Her small movements were all in his eyes.

The love in his eyes. At a glance, almost greedily looking at the woman who was making a female celebrity not far away.

She is more mature and dignified than before, she is still so beautiful, but she is even more beautiful than before.

In the past, she was slightly green, like a budding flower bone.

And now she is a blooming proud cold plum.

They looked at each other, and no one spoke.

It wasn't until a long time later that Mu Tingya believed that the man in front of her was not a dream, but really appeared in front of her.

He is more domineering and awe-inspiring than before, but he seems to have a restrained temperament, and at this moment, he is enough to be worthy of His Royal Highness the Prince, who is wise and unparalleled.

I haven't seen him for seven years, his temperament is much more mature than before, and he has more of the charm of a mature man, so he has more charm to attract the opposite sex.

Her gaze, from the moment she looked at him, did not take a single step away from him.

And he, too.

Both of them have matured in their countenances.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the deep affection in the eyes of the two.

A childish voice shattered this small world.

"Mother, this is the uncle I told you." Meng Yachen pretended not to see the strange atmosphere between his father and his mother, he smiled sweetly, pulled Meng Chenyi and walked towards Mu Tingya.

At the same time, he introduced: "Uncle, this is my mother, isn't it beautiful?" ”

A child is chattering, two adults are embarrassed to death.

The main thing is that Mu Tingya is embarrassed.

Meng Chenyi was like no one.

Mu Tingya had imagined countless reunions with Meng Chenyi in her mind, but she didn't expect this possibility.

The son actually built a bridge between her and him and met again.

She was nervous to death.

Meng Chenyi frowned, he strode forward, stretched out his broad palm at Mu Tingya's stunned stall, held her bleeding left hand, pulled it up, and put it in his mouth to suck the blood.

"Buzz......" Mu Tingya's cheeks were crimson, and an electric current came from her fingers all over her body.

This feeling is familiar to her, but she is not used to it.

was about to withdraw his hand, but he clenched it tightly.

Meng Yachen is a powerful actor, he stepped forward and stretched out his little hand and patted Meng Chenyi's body, "Uncle, why are you taking my mother lightly?" Let go and let go of my mother. ”

At the same time, he did not forget to say: "Uncle, I like you and want to marry my mother to you, but your actions are too frivolous and disappointing me, I feel that I have decided to keep my mother to my father and not marry you." ”

His little face, puffed out, is cute.

Mu Tingya was blushing again by his words.

After a long while, Meng Chenyi let go of the fingers in his mouth, and at the same time let go of his own hand.

Mu Tingya restrained her mind, she had seen the world anyway, so she quickly restored her complexion to normal.

She looked at him, pretending to be unfamiliar and said, "Thank you, this son." ”

(To be continued.) )

PS: Actually, the beginning of this story is entirely because of this chapter.

The reunion of this paragraph is Xiao Ling's dream, because it feels very beautiful, I wrote down this paragraph, and then the whole story was born.

Just like the previous novel "Mommy Mommy's Father", it is also a whole story that evolves from a picture in a dream.

Roar ...... It's almost over, and I'm a little reluctant.