Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 183 Saburo's Funky History (3 more)
Seeing Song Yuanbao standing there stupidly, Mrs. Song came over to pull him, "What's the matter, you went to the capital, and you don't even know your mother?"

It wasn't until Mrs. Song moved the stool for him to sit down that Song Yuanbao came back to his senses, blinked and looked at Wen Wan, feeling like he was dreaming, "Mother?"

He tentatively asked a question, and found that his tone was a little weak, as if he was afraid that the voice he heard just now was just a hallucination.

Wen Wan saw that he couldn't accept it for a while, so she smiled and didn't make any sound to scare him.

Mrs. Song said: "Your mother opened her voice the day Jinbao was born. She didn't write to the capital for fear of disturbing your father's exam. By the way, Yuanbao, why did I see you alone? Where's your father?"

It was the younger brother Jinbao, and the mother opened her voice and was able to speak. The amount of information was a bit large, and Song Yuanbao still needed to digest it in a short time, so he didn't answer Mrs. Song's question right away.

After a while, he said in a low voice: "Father didn't come. He passed the examination and became an official in Tanhualang. He has already served in the Imperial Academy. He can't take a long vacation. Let me pick up my mother and grandma to go to the capital."

"What? Tanhualang?"

If you want to say unfamiliar words such as guild examination, palace examination, first-class Jinshi, second-class Jinshi, and the same background as Jinshi, Mrs. Song specifies that her eyes are smeared, and she has to ask you what it is, but if you want to say Tanhualang, she Got it right away.

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Sanding Jia is a well-known name, I have never seen it or heard it, and it often appears in dramas.

It's just that Mrs. Song felt that her son's high school visit to Hualang was more drama than drama, and it sounded like a fake.

"Yuan Bao, are you kidding me?"

"Such a big thing, can I joke?" Song Yuanbao said, recalling the grand occasion of his father straddling the street on a horse parade, and said that his father was thrown away by the girls in the attic a lot because of his good looks. The hydrangeas, but his father was clever and avoided them all, not hitting any of them.

Wen Wan leaned against the head of the bed, holding Jin Bao in her arms, unconsciously, her husband in a red robe appeared in her mind, the last time she saw him in red was when she got married three years ago, she still can still Recalling the details of when he picked up his hijab with a scale.

When she saw him at that time, there were only two words left in her mind: good looking.

Although this time I couldn't see it with my own eyes because I was going to stay in Ningzhou to give birth to the baby, it is not difficult for Wen Wan to imagine that the husband must be better looking than when he got married.

However, compared to the good news about Tan Hualang from Xianggong High School, Wen Wan wants to know what he went through before the exam.

"Yuan Bao, tell me quickly, what happened to your father during the few months I was not here?"

Wen Wan always felt that what she saw Jin Bao a quarter of an hour before he was born might be true.

Song Yuanbao said that nothing major happened, but his father accidentally scratched his hand while peeling fruit on the way to Beijing, and when he arrived at the inn, he accidentally fell while taking a bath and sprained his foot.

Other than that, everything went fine.

Wen Wan remained silent, not because he believed Yuan Bao, but because he sensed that he was lying.

Since you want to keep it a secret, it means that something bad has happened. Now that your mother-in-law is here, if you ask the truth by yourself, not only will you not be able to help, but it will also make your mother-in-law fearful.

"Then is your father's injury healed?" Wen Wan looked at Song Yuanbao and asked again.

Song Yuanbao said that it would be good if he didn't go to the capital, otherwise he wouldn't be able to take the exam smoothly, and he would go straight to high school to visit Hualang.

After Zhou finished washing the diaper, she poked half of her head in to ask the guards outside how to entertain her.

Only then did Mrs. Song realize that there were guests, so she hurriedly opened the curtain and went out to invite people in for tea.

Song Yuanbao lifted his butt from the stool, moved to the gentle bed and sat down, looking at the little guy in her arms.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, Wen Wan is afraid that the little guy's soft skin will not be able to bear the stuffiness, so when the temperature is high during the day, he doesn't use swaddling clothes, and replaces his cotton-padded jacket with a big red bellyband embroidered with a tiger's head.

At this moment, the little guy's arms and forearms were exposed, fleshy like two lotus root joints, and there were obvious dimples on the back of his hands, which looked soft.

Song Yuanbao didn't even dare to touch him, but after looking at him for a while, he couldn't hold back anymore, so he stretched out his hand to gently hold his little palm.

The smooth and tender skin makes people unable to bear to increase the force a little bit, for fear of hurting him.

Seeing the little guy grinning at him, Song Yuanbao's heart was so soft that he asked Wen Wan, "Mother, is your brother's name Jin Bao?"

Wen Wan said "Yes", "Your grandma chose the nickname, and I'll let your father pick the name himself when he sees your father."

"Why do you want to change your name?" Song Yuanbao pursed his lips as if he had been treated unfairly. "I can be called Yuan Bao. What's wrong with my younger brother being called Jin Bao? Outsiders will know that we are two brothers."

Wen Wan felt the protest from the 11-year-old child, and smiled slightly on her lips, "Then do you think Yuanbao sounds good?"

"It sounds good, and Jinbao sounds good too."

"When we get to Beijing, if your father thinks it sounds good, then let's call the little guy Jinbao from now on, okay?"

"What if dad thinks it's not good?" Song Yuanbao was depressed. His dad is now a prestigious editor of the Imperial Academy, so he can't really name his youngest son "Jinbao", right?If this spreads, it will make colleagues laugh out loud.

It is said that the name of a country child is what is lacking, and the treasure is the treasure, isn't it just to let the younger brother attract money?

——You said that you have already entered the Hanlin Academy, and it will be a matter of time before you get promoted and get rich. As for letting your son recruit money for you?

Just thinking about it, Song Yuanbao felt that his father would definitely not agree to his younger brother being called Jinbao.

Wen Wan looked at him, and said slowly: "Your father passed the Jinshi examination, and you will have the opportunity to study in the Imperial College in the future. If you like it, when Jinbao is named, ask your father to help you get one."

The corners of Song Yuanbao's mouth curled up. Although he didn't speak, Wen Wan could tell that he really wanted to have a famous name like his younger brother.

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When Song Yuanbao returned to his hometown, he brought back the news that Tan Hualang from Song Wei High School was an official in the capital, which shocked people in several surrounding villages.

Some people didn't believe it, and even came to ask about it.

Song Yuanbao didn't bother, he smiled and explained to everyone who came.

The onlookers were stunned for a while.

——This year, this Tanhualang has been plagued by bad luck since he was born.

Being nagged by gooses and kicked out by dogs.

Was hit by a gangster by mistake, accidentally injured by a hooligan.

Whenever you want to go out, you don't need to look at the almanac, it's useless to look at it, and when you come back, you will either have your head smashed by a flower pot or you will be beaten up all over your body.

Some people have lived their entire lives, encountered countless unlucky things, and met countless unlucky people.

But only Song Wei completely refreshed their perception of "unlucky".

With Song Wei, you can never compare what the most unlucky thing happened to him, because next time, he may be even more unlucky.

But now, the boy who was scolded bloody because of his bad luck, stumbling and stumbling to the end of the imperial examination under the noses of everyone.

After 30 years of bitterness and no one asked, he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop.

It is even more exciting than the drama stories in the storybook.

(End of this chapter)