Manyun also said to tell An An to get up, but he didn't expect it to be the other way around.

An An patted her face gently: "Mom, get up, aren't you going to take me out?" ”

Seeing that the time was almost up, Manyun hurriedly got up and washed, and when she got there, she had already settled down.

Song Ziming caught a glimpse of her standing in the corner, so he dismissed the crowd, and then beckoned to her and called her over.

An An had already seen Song Ziming, and trotted over, ignoring even his own mother: "Mom, it turns out that you brought me to see my uncle?" ”

When Song Ziming heard this, he was naturally overjoyed in his heart, holding An An and refusing to let go, he misunderstood An An's meaning.

It was raining lightly, and all three of them were wearing black suits. An An had mud on his feet, and he was about to kick Ziming's clothes.

Manyun said, "You come down, you put ......" I didn't know what to call for a while, "I stained my uncle's clothes." ”

"It's okay, just wash the clothes." Song Ziming was very tolerant, An An didn't want to come down in the first place, but he was even more at ease when he heard this.

She insisted: "Come down and kowtow to your mother-in-law." ”

Seeing her serious face, An An struggled down.

"This is Granny Wang, she was sick and died, although you haven't seen her, but she has been thinking about you. You kneel, kowtow to her a few times, and call out to your mother-in-law. Manyun patiently taught him that she had already knocked first.

It turned out that he was specially brought over to see Aunt Wang, and Song Ziming gave them an umbrella, a little jealous.

An An learned well, "Hello mother-in-law, I'm Bai Anzhi." Although I haven't met you, my mom says you're nice to her. Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of my mother in the future. ”

'Mom said you were very good to her', this sentence was the focus of Ziming's listening. From Aunt Wang's accident to now, he is finally 100% sure that her memory has long been restored, but she deliberately did not admit it in front of Ziming.

He was so engrossed that his eyes kept on Manyun, and he didn't notice An An staring at him: "Uncle, why do you keep looking at my mother, is my mother good-looking?" ”

This kind of thing can only be exposed by a child like him, and Manyun turned her eyes away a little embarrassed.

"It's good-looking, and An An is good-looking." Song Ziming picked him up again, and then deliberately handed the umbrella to Manyun, and said innocently: "I don't have the umbrella in my hand." ”

"......" In front of An An, it was hard to say anything, so Manyun had to take it.

Song Ziming has become thinner and thinner in recent years, wearing a black suit, which looks even worse, but he is still tall and handsome. Bai Manyun has never been fat, and looking from behind, it really responds to the words of the little bird.

Ziming is too tall, An An is on his side again, Manyun can only lean over, lest An An be caught in the rain, this little guy is not in good health.

Walking to the side of the road, Manyun stood still: "Otherwise, let's stop here." Let's go back first, Mr. Song, you will also be busy with you. ”

"Is An An hungry? Let's go eat. Ziming ignored her words, and instead started with An An.

An An didn't eat in the morning, and now it's twelve o'clock, she must be hungry, "Mom was not feeling well yesterday, she got up late in the morning, and we didn't eat." ”

"Did Mom take her medicine yesterday?" He took a detour to find out the news.

"Mom said yes, I'm upstairs." An An is very honest.

Manjun followed behind, listening to their conversation, feeling that she was the superfluous one. The nature of father and son can't be stopped at all, and they haven't met a few times in total, but An An is inexplicably close to him.

An An is not a very easy-going person, although polite, there will always be some alienation from others, and it is not easy to get close to people. However, when I met Song Ziming, it was all different.

"An An, you come down and walk by yourself, you can't trouble Uncle Song so much." I've been walking for a long time, and I haven't been in a car, so I must be tired after holding it for so long.

Song Ziming stopped suddenly, and took out one hand to hold Manyun: "I missed the time when I should have hugged him the most, and now even if I want to hold him all the time, I don't feel enough." ”

An An's round eyes looked around, he didn't understand this.

Manyun pulled out his hand, "Please Duke send An An back, and we can have a good talk." ”

At this point, it is not possible to speak clearly.

"Eat first." Song Ziming was stubborn.

He had already booked a location, which was a western restaurant. They went in and sat down for a while, and the food came up.

An An likes to eat steak, and Song Ziming carefully helped him cut it into small pieces and put it in front of him. Then, he lifted the vine in front of him and began to cut it.

"Uncle Song, why are you the same as my father Lin? When we were in the UK, Papa Lin would do the same, help us cut it, and then eat it himself. ”

Why at this time, Tilin Zhihua, Manyun looked at him and said, "I said that you can't talk during dinner, and then go back to the punishment station like this." ”

Song Ziming's face couldn't see joy or anger, and his knuckled hand was holding a fork, just looking at it felt as delicate as a work of art. He was so engrossed in cutting the steak that he didn't seem to hear the conversation between them.

"Taste, this steak is delicious." He cut it and lifted it gracefully in front of the man.

He pulled out a piece of paper and wiped his hands gracefully, slowly, just ordinary paper, as if it had life in his hands.

"An An, why do you want to add the word 'Lin' in front of your father?" Song Ziming asked.

An An peeked at his mother and didn't dare to answer.

Song Ziming understood, "It's okay, your mother won't punish you." If you ignore me, won't it be too rude? ”

Only then did he speak boldly: "Because Dad is Daddy, Daddy Lin is Daddy Lin." ”

It's a twist to say, but he knows it himself. Manyun was secretly surprised, it turned out that his heart was like a mirror, which made people feel distressed.

"Oh~ what's the difference?" Song Ziming asked.

"Other people's parents live together every day and are very close. Mom and Dad Lin are not like this, so Dad Lin is just Dad Lin. "He knows he has a real father, but he doesn't know where.

Manyun couldn't help but ask, "Then why don't you add the word Lin outside?" "This kid calls Dad directly outside.

With a fork in his mouth, he innocently said, "Because ...... Because I don't want anyone to know that I don't have a dad. ”

The steak is delicious and authentic, but at this time, it is like chewing wax for the man. I don't know the taste, like a fish in the throat.

She drank some water, but couldn't eat it anymore. Looking at such a well-behaved An An, her heart is so sensitive.

Song Ziming too, he put down the fork and gently rubbed An An's head: "Although this is the case, your own father must be on the way here, he lost you and your mother, and is coming to look for you." Until then, you have to take care of yourself and take care of your mother. Also, since you know that Daddy Lin is not your real father, you still have to call Uncle in the future, so as not to let others misunderstand your mother. ”

He listened to the front and didn't listen to the back, and said excitedly: "Really? Daddy will come to us? ”

"Definitely!" Song Ziming said firmly: "Of course, so you can't call other people's fathers indiscriminately." ”

"But, Lin ...... Uncle Lin was very good to me. "He was a little hesitant.

"Others are good to you, you should reciprocate, you don't have to call Dad, you say it's right." In order to change An An's words, he really took great pains and tried his best to speak.

Manyun still thought about An An's words "I don't have a father" just now, and didn't care about them.

An An listened to Song Ziming's words very much, and thought for a moment before saying, "Okay, I'll change it in the future." ”

Seeing that he had almost eaten, Manyun said, "An An, have you eaten well?" He nodded, and Manyun continued: "Then please Uncle Du send you back, Sister Xin is at home." Mom will come back in the evening and bring you something to eat. ”

Song Ziming called Du Ke over and said to An An: "This is Uncle Du, he will send you home safely." ”

"Well, goodbye Mom, goodbye Uncle Song." His voice is crisp and nice.

Sending An An away, the air pressure between them became very low, and the atmosphere was not as active as before.

"Whatever you want to ask, you ask." Manyun spoke first.

Song Ziming was also polite, "How long have you lost your memory?" ”

"An An fully recovered in almost a month." That's more than a year, and she was in a state of amnesia.

"Why lie to me that you haven't recovered yet?" This is the question Ziming wants to ask the most.

"Because I don't want to remember you at all." Manyun's tone was unwavering.

This should be her true words.

"An An didn't raise him, he was my son, right?"

Isn't that obvious? "You found out about him from the time you saw him, and asked me what I was doing."

"I want you to say."

"Yes." Manyun coldly spat out a word.

"Why do you say that you are married to Lin Zhihua?" Song Ziming asked deliberately.

"I want to dissociate myself from you, can't I see it?" Manyun was kind at first, and after asking too much, she said angrily.

The atmosphere was a little stiff, and Manyun took a deep breath, "In the past, you used me, and you also abandoned me in public, including using me to deal with Bai Fengxing. As for me, my mother is sorry for your family, I was with you in the first place, and I also wanted to forget the past. So, we're kind of even. Now that you know everything, I won't stop you from seeing An An, but please don't tell him his identity to the outside world, it's best to be safe. ”

Song Ziming was in an irritable mood, unconsciously took out the cigarette case with his hand, glanced at Manyun, and then withdrew his hand. "Manyun, there is a misunderstanding between us."

"Song Ziming, I don't have the slightest misunderstanding about you. In the future, you can pick up An An once a week to go out and have to send her back in the evening. As soon as she finished speaking, she saw He Huan sitting diagonally opposite them, peeking from time to time, and her anger suddenly rose up.

She looked at Ziming angrily: "Mr. Song, you are busy, I'll go back first." ”

Why did he lose his temper suddenly, Song Ziming hurriedly chased out, "I'll send you back." ”

"Mr. Song, don't tell me you didn't see it, you booked the place to eat, when did He Huan sit there? You don't know? As he spoke, he stopped a car casually and didn't listen to Song Ziming's explanation.

Song Ziming looked in the direction pointed by Manyun, and just saw He Huan smiling at him, he scolded in a low voice and walked towards He Huan.