Time shuttles through the busy, and unconsciously, when the distant mountains of Hangzhou also change color with the season entering the depths of winter, Mrs. Lu in the capital sent someone to send a New Year's gift, saying that it was a meeting gift for Lu Yixuan to Song Han's parents.

After Mama Song received the gifts, she added another decoration to each gift, and handed the gift book to Song Rumu, who had been with her every day recently, and told Song Rumu to remember to read it to Song Han, who was so busy every day that she couldn't be seen, after she got on the boat.

Accepting the gift book wrapped in a blue watermark cloth, seeing Mama Song, who couldn't walk together this time, looked at herself with an uneasy face, Song Rumu felt that the gift book in her hand was sinking badly. is not only because of a sudden responsibility, but also because Mama Song is so carefully arranged, many of which are for her, an adopted daughter, to be better recognized by the Song clan.

I was faintly worried but also glad, worried that I didn't cope well enough and lost Song Han's face. But I am also glad that Mama Song can take the opportunity of most of the people in the house to rest for a few days. Thinking like this, Song Rumu put the gift book in her hand, gently took Mama Song's hand, carefully stroked every trace of time on it, and said with a calm smile after a long time: "Don't worry, Mama, Mu'er will definitely do a good job, for your teaching, and for her father." ”

"Hmm~ Mama's good Mu'er, Mama believes that you can do it well. You just have to remember that the old family is too talkative, and when you go back, you are a little girl who has not seen many people, and in line with the method of saying less and making fewer mistakes, try to talk less and watch more. If you're right, others won't have a voice, you know? After Mama Song nodded, she couldn't help but nag, and only she and Song Rumu in front of her could understand the concern for Song Rumu's trip.

Song Rumu kept Mama Song's words firmly in her heart, and then reminded her of the tea language and tea fragrance that accompanied her. Afraid that the two of them would not understand as children who were not too big or small, she didn't say anything else, only said that if they got into trouble at that time, even she, the young lady, would not be able to save the two, so frightened that the two of them could only nod and agree.

After a few more days, he saluted and boarded the ship early. After handling official business, Song Han, who was dressed in casual clothes, took a pair of children and student Lu Yixuan, and finally embarked on the return journey home.

It's a thousand miles away. Song Han was happy to see his parents in his heart, but he also had an unspeakable faint pain. However, Song Han understood that this trip was imperative, worshipping ancestors was not child's play, he Song Han was disobedient again, and how he didn't like that family for the sake of his deceased wife. But now everything is for the sake of the children. Almost no one knew that his gentle and lovely daughter and smart son had become his Song Han's life and the only motivation for him Song Han to survive the moment he woke up.

Song Han, who was standing on the deck, did not look forward to the unique northern style of his hometown like an ordinary wanderer, but kept looking at the distant Jiangnan water town. After a long time of busyness, coupled with being busy teaching a pair of children under Cheng Huan's knees, he had no time to think more about the scarred wounds in his heart. But at this time, looking at the increasingly blurred scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, Song Han couldn't help but say silently in his heart: "Xiu'er, take the children back to your hometown for your husband first, and come back to accompany you in the future, you don't feel lonely." ”

The surging emotions that had not been felt for a long time disturbed Song Han's heart like a whistling north wind. A place where the soul of a beloved wife returns, and a parent who is old and looking forward to their son, it is really unspeakable to be reluctant to stay.

Putting away the cloak on his body, Song Rumu, who was standing at the other end of the deck and looking at the scenery, felt that he had crossed the Yangtze River. This wind has become the knife that scrapes the bones, and when it blows on the face, there is a feeling: it hurts!

Another gust of wind blew, and Song Rumu hurriedly pulled down his cloak hat and turned around to avoid the limelight. After the wind has passed. Song Rumu misses the down jacket of her previous life very much, but she doesn't know what people are made of? Is it really just plucking the feathers from the duck?

When he rubbed his hands to keep warm, Song Rumu, who was still entangled in whether to pluck duck feathers to make a down jacket, suddenly heard Lu Yixuan roar: "Song Nianzhi, the dog-headed military advisor, listens to the order......

Song Rumu, who was still full of duck feathers, couldn't figure out why Lu Yixuan was in Hangzhou for a while. I'm afraid of the cold every day, and once I get to the north, I'm not afraid of the cold at all?

"No, you'll have to get rid of that dog's head." Song Nianzhi was also not afraid of the cold and played crazy with Lu Yixuan.

Song Rumu, who was so cold that she was trembling, saw that the two of them were running away, and her face was small and seductive, and none of the few subordinates who were waiting on the side dared to come forward to speak. Thinking that if he sweated and suffered from the cold on this boat, it would be difficult to find a doctor, so he stomped his feet and shouted, "Don't make trouble! What if it was ......" How could the two people who were making trouble listen to these words of persuasion, and only took care of making trouble by themselves, and didn't pay any attention to Song Rumu who was anxious on the side. And Song Rumu herself snorted a few times in the middle of speaking, and quickly changed her words: "You guys just hurry up and make trouble, Miss Ben has gone back to the room." ”

Lu Yixuan, who was chasing Song Nianzhi to the death, hurriedly stopped his steps when he heard the words, and said that it was because they snubbed the beauty that Song Rumu wanted to go back to the room. trotted to Song Rumu's side, took Song Rumu's little hand and said with a hippie smile: "Why are you going back to the room?" Okay, Mu'er, don't be angry, play with us for a while......"

Unexpectedly, just as the soft pancreas was in hand, a cold and piercing touch also came. Lu Yixuan misunderstood that Song Rumu was really cold and hurried back to the room, so he didn't say anything else at the moment, and directly habitually kicked Song Rumu's little hand into his arms, and said to Song Nianzhi, who happened to run to the two of them: "Your sister can't resist this wind, let's go back to the room and continue to ......."

Seeing that Lu Yixuan and Song Nianzhi both misunderstood, but since the purpose had been crooked, Song Rumu naturally didn't bother to explain, and Lu Yixuan dragged her towards the cabin.

After entering the cabin, there was a small stove that was burning all the time, and it didn't take long for Song Rumu to no longer feel cold.

Now that he has warmed up, he should also share his little hand that has been deprived of his freedom. But who knew that Lu Yixuan was so desperate that he refused to let go, so anxious that Song Rumu was blushing and red, and lowered his head when he opened his mouth.

Lu Yixuan, who was bitten by Song Rumu once in the carriage, learned to be obedient as soon as he hit the last time, and he was willing to let Song Rumu succeed again. Especially after listening to Song Nian's bad reminder, "Brother Xuan be careful", and when he saw Song Rumu open his mouth and bow his head, he shook his hands and jumped away without caring about anything. In a hurry, he knocked over the low stool on the side without knowing it.

Lu Yixuan's embarrassment provoked the Song sisters and brothers to laugh out loud after laughing for a long time. Especially after Song Rumu couldn't help laughing, she pretended to yawn and said innocently: "Brother Xuan, what's wrong with you?" ”

"You...... You ......", one will point at Song Nianzhi, and the other will point at Song Rumu, Lu Yixuan couldn't help but stutter speechlessly, and he was also angry for his own uncompetitive behavior, and the next time you really bite, I, Lu Yixuan, will never let go.

At this moment, Song Han, who entered the door, asked with a laugh while removing his cloak, "What is this messing about?" How did the poor stool provoke you? ”

"Master...... Senior sisters, junior brothers, they bully students ......", Lu Yixuan, who seemed to see the savior, said busily.

"Oh? How to bully, quickly tell the teacher, and the teacher should punish them for my good apprentices. Song Han, who was rolling up his sleeves, saw Lu Yixuan obediently pick up the low stool and send it to him, nodded with satisfaction, and then sat down.

Song Han didn't think about his words, but it made his apprentice Lu Yixuan blush, and a pair of children even snuggled up to him, and said coquettishly: "Daddy is eccentric." ”

"Haha...... Since you can't say it, then don't blame the teacher for not being the master. Come, it's been a long time since I've had a good lesson for the three of you, so why don't you check your homework now? Song Han, who has rarely been idle for a few years, was full of sorrow in the past, and his mind could not be turned back after several times, but at this moment he was easily dispersed by the laughter of several children, and he couldn't help but laugh.

There are no students in the world, and they will be happy when they hear that the teacher wants to check their homework.

No, whether it is Lu Yixuan, who is usually only interested in military books, and Song Nianzhi, a curious baby, or Song Rumu, who is gentle on the surface and very ungentle on the inside, he felt disappointed and wailed.

And Song Han, who was smiling lightly before, seemed to want this effect, and took out Lu Yixuan, the senior brother, in laughter, and ordered him to be a good example for his younger brothers and sisters, and first memorize a book he just learned a few days ago.

A few days later, after the ship was about to enter the realm of Jinan Mansion, Song Rumu remembered Mama Song's entrustment, so she took the booklet early in the morning and went to the cabin where Song Han lived, wanting to register the gifts for each family in the booklet so that Song Han knew and was familiar with it.

"Ahem...... cough cough ......", before he walked to the door, he heard Song Han's violent cough, accompanied by the worried inquiries of Song Xiaosi and Song Xiaochuan.

Since Ji Wuchen saw it for Song Han, Song Han's body has almost recovered, and after Song Rumu entered the kitchen this year, he stared at the kitchen every day to prepare all kinds of food for Song Han, and Song Han can be said to have fully recovered.

Now these coughs reminded Song Rumu of the passage from Fuyang to Hangzhou, and a northwest wind whimpered and wrapped Song Rumu. Song Rumu, who was in the cold wind, rushed to Song Han's room with the booklet in her arms, and the more she thought about it, the more she regretted it. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )