Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 188 Gathering Together, Entering the Name of the Treasure (2 more)
The carriage arrived at the Hutong courtyard.

Laughter could be heard from far away.

The three got out of the carriage, and the courtyard door was ajar.

Song Wei stretched out his hand and pushed it away forcefully, the voices in the main room became clearer, mixed with the faint cry of the baby.

Song Wei's pace slowed down slightly, as if to confirm whether he had heard it wrong.

Wen Wan smiled beside him and said, "I've been out for so long, the little guy must be hungry."

Only then did Song Wei remember to ask, "Is it a son?"

Nodding with a gentle smile, she looked at Song Wei with some expectation, "Do you like it?"

Song Wei looked back at her with tender eyes, "As long as it's from Wanwan, I like it."

Hearing these words was gentle and sweet as if drinking honey.

Afraid that the little guy would not be able to wait, Wen Wan didn't stay outside, and strode towards the main room.

It happened that Song Yuanbao came out and saw the three of them, and shouted happily: "Father, mother, cousin, are you back?"

Song Wei hummed lightly, looked at his son carefully, and asked him, "Is the road to Ningzhou going well?"

Song Yuanbao chuckled, "With the protection of Uncle Xu's people, there is no accident at all."

Song Wei felt relieved, "That's good."

Song Yuanbao thought of something, looked at Song Wei, then at Xie Zheng, and asked in a low voice, "Father, did you hear my mother speak?"

"heard it."

Could it be this reaction?

Song Yuanbao took a careful look at his father, making sure that the word "surprise" was not written anywhere on his father's face, he couldn't help curling his lips, "I was dumbfounded when I heard it at the door, why are you two acting like nothing happened? "

Xie Zheng smiled and said, "Who said it's all right? Before, outside the Imperial Academy, your mother called me, and I felt struck by lightning."

"That's right, that's the feeling of being struck by lightning." Finally finding a like-minded ally, Song Yuanbao grinned, revealing a mouthful of small white teeth.

Song Wei moved out a place to share his experience of being struck by lightning with the two, and walked into the house by himself.

In the main room, a room full of people sat.

Father Song, Mrs. Song, Uncle Xie, Aunt Xie, Mrs. Yang, Xie Tao, Xie Tao's wife and children of the two brothers' families.

Wen Wan hugged Jinbao to nurse in the next bedroom and still hasn't come back.

It has been more than a year since I bought the Hutong courtyard, and it is the first time that it is as lively as it is today.

Seeing Song Wei, Yang and Xie Tao's daughter-in-law rushed to call for someone.

The children all called out Third Uncle.

Song Wei had a gentle smile on his face. After saying hello to a few children, he turned his head to meet the elders. From Father Song, Mrs. Song to Uncle Xie and Aunt Xie, they called out to them one by one.

Aunt Xie looked at Song Wei intently, and sighed, "As expected of a great talent in our Pingjiang County, Tanhua Lang in high school this time can be regarded as a face for your parents and our Song family ancestors."

Father Song said: "That kid Xie Zheng is not bad either, the money my sister spent on him a few years ago was not in vain."

When Xie Zheng was mentioned, but no one came in, Father Song couldn't help but ask, "What about the kid? Didn't you say that he works in the Imperial Academy like you?"

Before Song Wei could speak, Song Yuanbao and Xie Zheng came in through the curtain.

Same as Song Wei, Xie Zheng stood in the middle of the main room and greeted the elders first.

Seeing that tall and elegant style made Yang's heart warm.

"Did you delay for a long time on the way this time?" Xie Zheng asked looking at the elders.

Aunt Xie nodded, "Jinbao is only a few months old, and he can't bear the bumpy day and night. We basically find a place to rest when it's dark, and we don't rush at night."

Xie Zheng was stunned for a moment, "Jinbao?"

Could it be the youngest son of Song Wei's family?

Song Wei also showed doubts.

Mrs. Song generously admitted, "I named the son of Sanlang's family."

Xie Zhengyou couldn't help looking at Song Wei, "Your family is now complete. An ingot is wealth in itself, and another Jinbao will attract you every day. Will you worry about whether you will become rich in the future?"

Song Wei heard the teasing in his words, just smiled, then looked at Mrs. Song, "Mother, let Jin Bao be your nickname, and give him a big name."

Mrs. Song said: "When the child was born, I discussed it with your wife. She also said that Jinbao's name is not good, and she also said that I will ask you to pick one up when I go to Beijing."

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Song Wei would not get it well, so he reminded: "Sanlang, you should think hard about a decent name, so that people will know that my grandson is a promising one."

Aunt Xie and Uncle Xie couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

Aunt Xie said: "Your son is promising, but grandson can be poor?"

"Then we have to choose a good name." Mrs. Song is very obsessed with the name of her little grandson.

Song Wei didn't care about the old man's wishes, "It's better to take the homonym of Jinbao and call it Song Jin directly, the promoted Jin."

Mrs. Song didn't quite understand, so she asked Song Wei to explain.

Xie Zheng took the words and said: "Auntie just needs to remember the meaning of getting promoted step by step."

step up?

Song Pozi's eyes lit up, "This is good."

"Then what about me?" Song Yuanbao looked at his father eagerly.

He was used to being called "Yuanbao" since he was a child. It wasn't until his younger brother was named that he knew that the original name could be divided into a nickname and a nickname.

Comparing his younger brother's progress, Song Yuanbao suddenly felt that his name was a bit vulgar, and he couldn't wait to get a big name.

Song Wei thought for a while, and said, "Your name is named after the Chinese character Haoyue Dangkong."

Song Pozi asked again: "What do you mean?"

Xie Zheng smiled and helped explain, "Didn't my aunt want a brighter name? Hao means brighter, and it is the brightest in the entire night sky."

"Liangtang is Liangtang, why do you feel that the name of Jinbao has nothing to do with it?"

Song Wei heard what his mother said, and was considering whether to change it, Song Yuanbao took the initiative and said: "The bright moon is in the sky, Song Hao, I like this name."

Song Wei asked him, "Are you sure?"

"Well, this is what I want."

When Wen Wan came back from feeding Jin Bao, she heard that the husband had named the little guy. She sat Jin Bao on her lap, put her arms around the little guy's back with one hand, and pulled his little fat paw with the other. The father waved, "Father gave you a name, Jinbao thank you soon."

The little guy waved his fat paws and made two ahhhs.

Xia Ya has been home for so long, and Song Wei saw his son for the first time. His white and fat appearance was almost the same as the dream he had in the emergency room when he fainted.

While Song Wei was sizing up the little guy, the little guy was also sizing up at him, his dark eyes rolled and turned, as if he could see that he was not a familiar person, and when he tilted his head, he burrowed into the mother's arms, kicking his short legs in coordination. Twice, Fat Claw grabbed Wen Wan's lapel tightly.

Wen Wan looked at Song Wei, and joked, "I've never seen him before, and he doesn't even recognize your real father."

Song Wei was not discouraged when he was dismissed by his son as a stranger when they met for the first time. He walked forward slowly and took his son from Wen Wan's arms.

The little guy was whimpering and wanting to cry at the beginning, but he was not allowed to be hugged. His father took him for a walk outside and came back to be good. He lay on Song Wei's shoulder, with his butt facing Wen Wan, and said "babble!" Yeah" sound.

Jin Bao, who is five months old, likes to be hugged and held high by his father. Wen Wan took him over and planned to send him back to his room to put him to sleep. Mother was still looking at Dad with grievance on her lap.

Aunt Xie laughed at him, "Sanlang will take care of the children, our family Jinbao will no longer have a mother after recognizing his father."

Wen Wan looked down at the restless Jin Bao in her arms, full of helplessness, thinking that the little guy's ability to "like the new and dislike the old" is really proficient, and he can leave his mother aside just after seeing his father.

Handing the little guy to Song Wei again, Wen Wan saw a different gentle smile on his face.

Whether it's the sense of satisfaction when holding his son up high, or the low voice when he lowers his head to coax his son, people can't help but want to become a little person held in his hands, want to be so gentle and gentle. treat.

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Xie Zhengcai proposed to leave after drinking tea in the small courtyard of the alley, saying that he had a courtyard near the Imperial Academy, and the carriages pulling the goods were still outside the alley, so it was not appropriate to stay for too long, and it was best to move there while the weather was clear.

Aunt Xie asked him whether he bought the yard by himself or rented it. Xie Zheng said that he changed it, and then asked if they had washed and brought the kimchi jar from home.

Aunt Xie was a little confused, "You wrote thousands of times to ask us to free up the kimchi jar and bring it with you. Did you use it to change a yard?"

Xie Zheng raised his eyebrows, "Exactly."

"Mother, can we change a house with that crap in our house?"

Song Wei smiled and said: "Auntie just give me the jar, you just move in with peace of mind, and our family will move in to be your neighbors in two days."

Aunt Xie asked the eldest daughter-in-law Yang to go outside to find out the tightly wrapped jar and put it in the small courtyard. Then she brought the whole family with her and moved with Xie Zheng to the courtyard near the Imperial Academy. inside.

Song Wei unsealed the jar, and Wen Wan carried Jinbao to look at it. She knew nothing about appreciating antiques, and thought it was just an ordinary kimchi jar, nothing special, but Song Yuanbao said: "I have to read a lot of books." Only people who are old can recognize old things at a glance, especially those collected by Dad, there are allusions behind each piece."

This is a gentle admission that Xianggong has read more books than she has eaten rice, so many times he will suddenly find good things at a certain street stall that the seller does not know. The dynasties can be drawn, the allusions can be told, and the value can be estimated.

Speaking of which, Xianggong is still an expert in this area, but he doesn't know how far he is from his master.

(End of this chapter)