Song Qing looked at his son who was standing by the bed, sat up and reached out to take the person into his arms.

Feeling the careful body in his arms, Song Qing's heart was very soft.

This is her son.

She gave birth to it.

Reaching out and rubbing his son's head, Song whispered softly.

"Zhao Yu, son."

"Mom." Zhao Yu leaned on his mother's arms, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

After Song lightly hugged his son quietly, he reached out and hugged his son to sit down beside him.

"By the way, tell me about the chef you hired, right? When did you find it? ”

Now that he has been invited, Song Qing knows that he can't kick people out!

Moreover, the two big guys in the family are really not bad for money, so they can really afford to hire a private chef.

"Mom, let me tell you, surely you can't guess who the new chef looks like?"

Song Qing: "Who?" It can't be that I know anyone, I don't know any chefs and friends. ”

This is indeed true.

She really didn't know any friends who were chefs.

Zhao Yu waved his hand: "Of course not, he looks like a person, and I was shocked when I first saw him." I thought that the cook of our Prime Minister's Mansion had also crossed over. ”

Song raised his eyebrows lightly and couldn't help but subconsciously ask.

"Looks alike?"

Zhao Yu nodded.

"Yes, very like."

"The chef in our Prime Minister's Mansion is called Lu Nian, and he looks very similar to Lu Wu, the chef I found this afternoon."

"It's at least an eight-point image, so at first glance, I thought it was Lu Nian who had crossed over. However, it is obvious that Lu Wu is much younger, if you compare it, the one in the Prime Minister's Mansion looks a few years older than him, but like his brother. ”

Song Qing was surprised, "This is strange." ”

Zhao Yu snorted.

"So Mom, I suspect that Lu Nian is his ancestor of this Lu Wu. It's a bit unlikely that it's not genetically looking. ”

"That's possible, after all, both of them have the surname Lu, and if that Lu Nian is his ancestor, it's not impossible."

"But where did you get your chef from? And such a coincidence can be encountered. ”

Zhao Yu opened his mouth and said: "Lu Wu, it is Lu Sheng's younger brother. ”

Song was stunned for a moment, and became even more curious.

"Is that the honest brother you hired?"

Zhao Yu nodded.

"Yes, it's his brother."

"When Dad took you upstairs for a nap, I thought about getting a chef for our family to come back, so that I could make you some delicious food to replenish your body."

"It's a bit of a hassle to think about hiring on a temporary basis, so I want to ask someone if I know any. Do you also know my WeChat? I know the terrestrial one. ”

"I called him and asked him if he knew any kind of chef who cooked deliciously. Let him introduce me? Serve as a personal chef for our family. ”

Song Qing: "That's it, he introduced his younger brother." ”

Zhao Yu nodded.

"yes!"

"I said let him have an introduction? If you want to come? I will give the other party double the amount of salary they usually have. Then Lu Sheng asked me if I could let his brother try it. He said his brother was a chef, so I asked people to try it. ”

God knows? When he first saw Lu Wu, his expression was slightly stunned, and he thought that his cook had also crossed over.

It turned out to be obviously not, just a stranger who looked alike.

But? Coincidentally, both of them have the surname Lu.

Therefore, Zhao Yu suspected that Lu Nian 1,400 years ago might be the ancestor of Lu Wu now.

Song nodded lightly and reached out to hold his son's small hand.

"I see, if you can, leave people behind! This is also fate. You father and son came here 1,400 years ago. And now that you are familiar with all the people has become history, it is rare to meet someone who looks like it here, and it is also very good. ”

Song Qingxiang? Maybe Zhao Yu and they just don't say it.

After all, anyone wakes up and sees that familiar people and things have disappeared into the long river of history.

It's going to be lonely!

Song Qing was thinking about it when he heard Zhao Yu speak.

"Mom said it, if I hadn't helped him point out the marriage, would he be so honest? Maybe you'll have to fight a bachelor for the rest of your life. ”

"I remember that I was referring to Aunt Qing's distant cousin? Mom, Aunt Qing, do you remember? I heard that Aunt Qing was bought back by you from Renyazi? Since then, I have been by your side as your personal maid. But you like Aunt Qing very much, so you gave her back her deed of sale? But Aunt Qing didn't leave, and she followed you all the time. ”

"Until you disappeared, did she leave?"

"By the way? Aunt Qing's husband is the commander of the guards beside her father, I heard that it was the marriage that my father pointed out at the beginning? But it seems that the relationship between the two is quite good. Mom, after you disappeared, it was Aunt Qing who brought me up, and I also learned a lot about my mother from Aunt Qing's mouth......"

Song Qing leaned on the head of the bed and listened to his son talk about a lot of things in the past.

Listening and listening, suddenly my eyes were a little blurry.

That's the truest feeling of being a mother, very lost, very sad.

gave birth to Zhao Yu, but she didn't grow up with him, and even, at the beginning, she didn't have a son in her memory.

If it weren't for the fact that their father and son had traveled from ancient times, she might not have known that she had ever had a man in her life.

She also had a child with him.

So, if that's the case, how cruel it would be for her.

Looking at the water stains on Song Qing's face, Zhao Yu, who was talking happily, couldn't help but stop.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Looking at his son sitting beside him, Song Qing reached out and hugged his son into his arms, letting people lean on his wrist.

Song lightly leaned his head on Zhao Yu's head and rubbed it.

"I'm fine."

"Mom, I just feel sad that I haven't been able to grow up with you."

"It's okay, Mom, there must be a reason why you disappeared, and it's not that you don't want me, I'm happy that my mother is by my side now."

The boy's voice was serious and sensible.

Zhao Yu was still afraid that his mother would not believe it, so he reached out and wrapped his arms around Song Qing's waist and gently patted him to comfort him.

Holding the son in his arms, Song Qing couldn't help but rub his son's head.

"Zhao Yu, how about telling you a secret?"

Zhao Yu looked up at his mother in a daze, and then nodded.

"Okay, I'm sure I won't tell anyone, and Dad won't tell me."

Song chuckled lightly and whispered in Zhao Yu's ear.

"Son, maybe it's really a mother-son connection. Actually, after waking up from that coma, my mother had a little more memory about you in her mind, but it was only a little bit of it, but my mother still remembered that I gave birth to you. ”

"Mom remembers that you are white and chubby, very cute, and will eat your own little hands. Mom hugged you and sat in the yard in the sun, Mom remembers this. ”

Of course, she still remembers something else in her mind at this time, but it seems a little inappropriate.

So naturally she couldn't talk to her son.