"Are you leaving before the battle is over?" Liao Heng's eyes were filled with naked reluctance. Song Che sighed softly:
"In the early stage, I have spent tens of thousands of dollars recruiting troops and horses for you. I have to go back to get money." It is almost April now. Counting the days, the oil agreed with the Persian businessmen should also be delivered. He must go back.
"I've become an emperor, why don't you want to be an official?"
"You know me, I have never been interested in an official career."
"Oh... let's see you off." Liao Heng and Jiang Yuntian saw Song Che off to the dock.
"Your Majesty, General, please stay."
"Well, Brother Song, see you later."
"See you later." Song Che bowed to his best friend, boarded the passenger ship with all the maids, and headed straight down the canal to Hangzhou.
Ten days later, on the ninth day of April. At noon, the passenger ship arrived at the Qiantang River pier. It has been a month and a half since he left home in February, and Song Che has already returned home.
Although Hangzhou did not participate in the war, the increasing taxes have changed it a lot. In just one quarter, it has changed from a young girl in her prime to a young woman with a sallow complexion. The prosperity is no longer what it once was.
"My uncle is back! My uncle is back!"
"My uncle brought a bunch of beauties with him again!"
"No need to add the last sentence!" No matter how bleak the world outside is, at least the home is always full of spring.
Shen Wenjun seemed to have gained a lot of weight. She walked up to Song Che, twisted around intentionally or unintentionally, then threw herself into Song Che's arms and said softly: "Master, you are back." Song Che felt goosebumps all over his body. What's going on?
It's not even evening yet, is spring already here? He laughed dryly twice,
"I'm a little hungry. How about having lunch first?" Shen Wenjun pushed his butt against Song Che's waist, blinked and asked, "Mr. Song, don't you notice anything different about me?" Song Che asked He raised his eyebrows and carefully looked at Shen Wenjun's face.
"Oh" he said, "You seem to have grown a beard? This is a sign of endocrine disorders."
"You!" Shen Wenjun glared, snorted, stamped his feet, and walked away in anger. Song Che scratched his head and sighed to himself, a woman's heart is like a needle in the sea... Let's eat.
Shen Wenjun kept poking at the rice with his chopsticks, and glanced at Song Che from time to time, with a resentful attitude.
"Here, eat a piece of pork belly." Song Che picked up some pork belly and threw it into Shen Wenjun's bowl.
"It's too greasy, I won't eat it."
"Then eat a piece of chicken."
"Don't even eat chicken!"
"Why?"
"You're right, the chicken is tired, the chicken is tired!" Shen Wenjun stood up, pulled back the skirt of his clothes, and showed his protruding belly in front of Song Che: "Can't you see it yet? You I’m going to be a father!”
"Pah..." Song Che's hand shook and the chopsticks fell to the ground. He opened his eyes wide and plucked his ears: "You...what did you say!?"
"Hmph, it's already been three months, you should have been able to tell at a glance!" Shen Wenjun pushed his belly forward again.
Song Che was overwhelmed with excitement. He put his ear against Shen Wenjun's belly and listened. After a while, he smiled and said: "Listen to the voice, it should be a daughter. Good daughter, good daughter..."
"Who said it was a daughter? The doctor who consulted her and the gentleman who told her horoscopes all said she was a son. She was a son!" Shen Wenjun tried his best to correct her.
Song Che hugged his belly, kissed and rubbed it,
"Whether it's a son or a daughter, they are all my children. Oh... I've accomplished another major event in my life. I'm so happy and congratulated!" At this time, Akun rushed into the dining room in a hurry: "Uncle, uncle... No...it's incredible! It's incredible!" Song Che was still immersed in the joy of having a son.
"How do you know it's incredible? Your uncle and I are going to be a father soon. It's really incredible!"
"No, no!" Akun said, pointing in the direction of the door: "Two women came to the door, holding two children, looking for you by name! Uncle, are you outside..."
"Stop!" Song Che stopped, pulled Akun aside, and asked in a low voice: "What do those two women look like?" Akun thought for a while, and then asked
The word "beautiful"
"They are all very beautiful... In this world, besides my uncle, who else has the ability to take over these beautiful women? So I invited them into the living room, and I'm waiting for you to recognize me, my uncle." Honey." Could it be her?
I remember she promised that she would take the initiative to come find her next year. What happened to the child? And there were two of them... Song Che glanced at the dark-faced Shen Wenjun, twitched the corner of his mouth twice, and hurriedly walked to the living room.
Before entering the living room, I heard the cry of a baby.
"Qi'er, be good, don't cry, don't cry... We'll see daddy soon." Ning Yehong held a rattle and rocked it while coaxing the little boy in her arms.
Ziyun was holding a little girl in her arms. The two children were almost the same model, and this model was Song Che!
Song Che was stunned at the door, not knowing what expression to make for a moment, this, this, this... the little boy who was crying immediately stopped crying when he saw Song Che, and kept shaking his little hands at Song Che,
"Err..." It's like saying hello.
"What are you still doing? Come and give your son a hug. See how happy he is with you." Ning Yehong greeted. Song Che staggered up to Ning Yehong, wiped the sweat from his palms, and hugged the little boy tremblingly. He had big round eyes and a pink face. He held Song Che's nose with his little hands and made a sound. laughter.
"My... son?" Song Che looked at Ning Yehong in disbelief.
"And your daughter," Zi Yun stuffed her little daughter into Song Che's arms,
"Boss Song is not only a boy and girl among men, he also has twins." Ning Yehong sighed softly and briefly stated:
"Since I said goodbye to you in Tongzhou at the end of the year before last, I found out that I was pregnant in the first month of the year. I had no choice but to return to my hometown in Hebei. Four months ago, you escorted Suibi through Hebei. At that time, I had just given birth to less than one of them. Yue, so I didn’t go out with you... You asked me to leave the north, so I did. In the past six months, Ziyun, Qi’er, and Lian’er and I have been living in Tianxiang Tower, and we have been looking for opportunities to come. Meet you." Song Che couldn't help but feel a little guilty,
"Why didn't you come to me when you were pregnant?" Ning Yehong lowered her head.
"These two children should not have been brought into the world. I am afraid that they will become a burden. I am even more afraid, even more afraid..." She raised her head, looked around Song Che, and looked at Shen Wenjun who was standing at the door: "I am even more afraid of destroying your life. Family..." Shen Wenjun bit her lips, tears welling up in her eyes. She turned around and ran out of the living room without saying anything.
Now, it’s going to be difficult.
