When Song Wei arrived at the study room of the outer courtyard, he accidentally saw his two sons also.

Before Song Yuanbao finished the assignment of the school official, he was writing quickly. Jinbao was sitting on the high stool next to him, with his legs hanging down and eating snacks. From time to time, he made crisp "crack" sounds in his little mouth.

Seeing this scene, Song Wei's eyes warmed up. He walked over and reached out to knock on Jinbao's head, "It is forbidden to bring food in the study, but you eat unscrupulously."

The study door was covered with a faint cloak. Song Wei did not make any noise when he came in. Jinbao discovered that his father had arrived at this moment. It was too late to hide his snacks, so he could only try his best to smile, wanting to make a mistake, and handing the snacks in the oil-paper bag to Song Wei.

Song Wei lowered his eyes and saw a pack of crispy fried broad beans. He didn't pick them up, "It's so late, why don't you sleep?"

Jinbao pointed to Song Yuanbao who was still concentrating on his homework and said, "Waiting for brother."

After Song Yuanbao moved back, Jinbao also fell in love with his big cold bed with warm winter and cold summer. He was only four years old and had already lived with his brother in the outer yard. He waited for Song Yuanbao to finish his work before going to bed together.

Upon hearing this, Song Wei turned his gaze to his eldest son.

In the past, Song Yuanbao wrote his homework as soon as he came back. This time was almost time to rest. It was rare to write like today when it was time to sleep.

Moreover, since Song Wei entered the door, he seemed to have not realized it. He had never raised his head and never stopped the movement of putting his pen on his hand. It was obvious that he was in a hurry.

Seeing this, Song Wei did not disturb him and pulled Jinbao into the small hall next to sit.

Song Yuanbao knew that his father had been here, but he didn't want to pay attention to others, but he was really in a hurry.

When he was off school in the evening, he was pulled out to the party by the enthusiastic classmate Lin. He came back late and had not written his homework yet.

In fact, it was nothing for him to stay up all night, but the little guy Jinbao had to wait for him every night before he was willing to sleep. He could survive, but Jinbao was not good enough. So Song Yuanbao used his extraordinary speed to answer questions when he was in Shangshu's room, completely integrated into the sea of ​​questions, so that he did not let his extra thoughts think about anything else. Therefore, when Song Wei came, he didn't even say hello.

This kind of thing may be a bit rude to others, but Song Yuanbao knows well that Song Wei is well-informed and is not the kind of person who can make his face dim just because of a small thing.

Song Wei really understood him, so he pulled Jinbao away and prevented the little guy from "cracking" down to disturb Song Yuanbao.

At the moment, the father and son were sitting in a separate room. Jinbao was completely quiet and stopped eating his snacks. He put them on the table and lowered his head to pick his fingers.

When he was young, Jinbao would act coquettishly in front of Song Wei. Now as he grows older, he is no longer too attached to Song Wei. Those tricks of acting coquettishly can only be used to Wen Wan and are particularly regular to his own father.

Song Wei sat there for a long time without listening to his words, and asked himself: "Have you finished your homework?"

Jinbao, nodded.

Song Wei glanced at the snacks on the table, "Eating less of those things is bad for your health."

Jinbao still nodded.

Song Wei rarely saw him like this, and there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes, "What have you done wrong?"

Jin Bao nodded halfway through his head, and quickly shook his head, "No."

Song Wei probably guessed that, moved to him and sat down, and asked in a warm voice: "Is he still thinking about sir?"

Now, Jinbao did not deny it.

Although what my mother said makes sense, the gentleman should live like a normal person, when he thinks that after his husband recovers, Xu, who can stimulate him, would slowly disappear, Jinbao felt indescribable sadness.

Song Wei saw the reluctance in his son's eyes, and did not directly accuse him of anything, but said to him: "Actually, Mr. Xu has always envied you."

"I envy me?" Jin Bao met his father's gaze, and there was doubt on his little face.

Song Wei nodded, "Yes, he envies you for being able to run, jump, speak, and express his inner happiness and unhappiness with lip service. He envies you for eating whatever you want. In order to save time, he can only drink porridge most of the time, and he has to feed Agui spoonful of it, otherwise he will not be able to catch up with the time to teach you class."

Song Wei said, glanced at his son's reaction.

Seeing him frowning and pondering, Song Wei continued, "If one day, he can eat the meat he wants to eat like you, reach what he wants to take, turn around and run away when he encounters danger, don't worry about being caught all of a sudden, and won't be ridiculed for being slow to act, would you like to give him this opportunity?"

The more Song Wei said, the more Jin Bao felt that Mr. is very pitiful. He pursed his lips, "Can those two brothers really cure Mr.?"

Song Wei raised his hand, straightened his collar, and said, "If it can be cured, you have to try it before you know."

"Oh well."

Jinbao sniffed and rubbed his head against Song Wei's arm.

After Song Yuanbao finished his homework, he had already been in incense. He stood up, twisted his neck, and heard the sound of talking next door, and walked towards him.

There was a light inside, and Song Wei seemed to be talking to the little guy. The sound was too small and he couldn't hear it.

When she saw Song Wei tidy up the collar for the little guy himself, Song Yuanbao seemed to see himself when he was a child, and his eyebrows and eyes softened and shouted inside, "Jinbao, aren't you still sleepy?"

Hearing the sound, he turned his head immediately and met Song Yuanbao's sight. He stood up, spread his arms and ran outside with his short legs.

Song Yuanbao was afraid that he would trip, so he picked up the person and muttered, "I haven't hugged him for a few days, and I've gained weight again."

Then he said goodbye to Song Wei and took his younger brother back to the room to sleep.

The study became quiet and Song Wei walked in and started handling official business.

Because he had just been transferred to Taichang Temple, the new government office needed to adapt to the new environment, and the ancestral temple rituals in Taichang Temple had to be memorized as soon as possible, so he had several thick books on hand that he had not had time to read.

Song Wei has always been serious in his work and is easy to be immersed in reading books. This time, it was the second half of the night.

It didn't snow tonight, and the wind outside was not heavy.

Song Wei realized that it was late at night and originally planned to stay in the study room. When he thought about it, he felt that the study room was too cold. It would be fine if there was no burning the ground dragon. The mattresses were all cold. If you sleep like this, you might not be able to fall asleep at dawn.

After closing the online book collection, he rubbed his frozen slender fingers, and when he got up, he used tweezers to extinguish the candlelight, and walked gently towards the inner courtyard.

At this time, everything should have been silent, but when Song Wei entered Qingtengju, he faintly heard the cry of the baby.

He looked at the main house as soon as possible.

The lights in Wenwan's room were off.

She was tired tonight, and the west wing was a distance from the main house, and Qi Bao cried softly. Not to mention Wen Wan in the inner room, even the maids who were watching the night outside could not hear it.

Song Wei stood at the gate of the courtyard for a while, turned around and headed towards the west wing.

The wet nurse Qin had already held Qi Bao in her arms and gently patted the little wet baby's back to coax her to sleep.

Although Qi Bao's crying was a little lighter, he was still crying.

Song Wei entered the door, looked at the wet nurse Qin who held the child and turned her back to him, and asked, "What's going on?"

As if she didn't expect him to come, the wet nurse turned around and held the child inconveniently to salute, and said directly: "Go back to the master, it is normal for a child to cry at night, so you will be obedient if you coax it."

As she said that, she showed a blush on her face, "I want to feed my sister, please ask the master to..."

Before she could finish her words, Song Wei had already strode out of the west wing. Because he was worried about his daughter's condition, he didn't walk far away. He stood outside the door. The quiet moonlight shone down, pulling his tall figure into a longer and taller shape.

It took me a long time before the voice of the nurse Qin came from inside, "Master, I have finished feeding you."

Some words, when the sky is blue and white, are very different from those that are said late at night.

You are already in a relaxed state at night, and if you are a little teasing, it is easy for people to have fantasy thoughts.

What's more, there is a plump titsty inside.

If it were an ordinary man, he would have long been imaginary.

Unfortunately, Song Wei was not that ordinary man. He didn't enter the west wing again, but just asked inside through the door and window, "Is Qi Bao sleeping?"

"Just asleep." Hummel Qin's voice was soft and soft.

Song Wei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If there is anything, come to the main house to inform you as soon as possible, don't hide it."

Before the people inside said something, his steps had already taken to the main house.

When I took off my robe and got on the couch, I accidentally found Wen Wan was awake.

Song Wei was stunned for a moment, then smiled at the corner of his lips, "I haven't fallen asleep yet?"

"Waiting for you." Wen Wan answered casually, her eyes kept on her body, as if she was asking casually: "Is it still the time to handle official duties?"

Song Wei said truthfully: "I am not very familiar with Taichang Temple yet, and I want to read many books."

"Oh." Wen Wan lowered her eyelashes.

Song Wei heard the perfunctory smell from this short tone. He didn't rush to lie down, and reached out to scrape the tip of her nose, "Who are you having an upset?"

Wen Wan sighed, "How dare I? I just feel relieved. My husband is so charming."

If Song Wei still couldn't hear the clues about this meaning, the couple for seven or eight years would have been in vain.

"Have you a premonition?" He stared at her with a serious expression.
Chapter completed!