Help me
Wei Yan sat down next to Liang Ying. The palace servants hurriedly bought him some bowls and chopsticks, but he did not move. Instead, he took Liang Ying's empty soup bowl and served her soup. He was still talking like he was talking about homely things.
"Those old guys in front don't know how to read people's faces. They chatter endlessly. They keep saying the same thing every year and they don't get tired of it."
These words seemed familiar.
Liang Ying recalled the years when she liked Wei Yan. After the palace banquet on New Year's Eve, the man would come back here no matter how late it was, complaining to herself about how annoying those people were.
She always listened to him with a smile on her face, thinking with joy that he really only regarded this place as his home.
I never cared about the aroma mixed with the smell of wine that seemed to have been smelled somewhere before.
Thinking about it now, it was obvious that she had already met Xue Ning before coming to her place. After thinking about this, she was not sad at all, Liang Ying just felt it was ironic.
It turns out that everything is traceable, and I have no awareness. It is not that I have no responsibility.
Wei Yan was probably the only one who really enjoyed this meal, serving soup to Liang Ying and serving vegetables to Wen Qi, no matter how ugly their faces were.
After dinner, Wei Yan still had some things to deal with and left first. As soon as he walked out of Changning Palace, he heard a call from behind: "Father."
He turned around, and it was Wen Qi who chased him out.
"What's wrong?"
Even though the father and son had been in a lot of trouble recently, Wei Yan's tone towards him was still gentle.
But obviously, the person who chased him out did not soften his attitude because of this gentleness. The young man's face, which looked somewhat similar to him, tightened.
"What's the point of imprisoning your mother in the palace? Do you think that if such a person is immersed in your own world, we will be a family?" The young man was already precocious, but now he seems to have grown up overnight. , looked at his father with sharp eyes.
"A real family should care about each other and wish each other well. If you can't see your mother's pain, how can you love her? Since you love her, you should beg for her forgiveness in the first place instead of After she already has a lover, let her suffer the pain of separation. "
Although Wen Qi complained a lot about him in the past, after all, he was raised by Wei Yan, and the two of them could live in harmony.
Ever since Wei Yan left Liang Ying in the palace, their relationship had taken a turn for the worse.
Compared to the excited Wen Qi, Wei Yan was much calmer. He didn't answer and asked, "How many years have it been since you had a meal or celebrated the New Year with your mother? When you were with her just now, weren't you happy at all? ? Are you not happy at all when you go to greet her every day? When you open your eyes every day, are you not happy at the thought of seeing her? "
Wen Qi is still young and can't compare with his determination. , faced with these questions, he was speechless for a moment, and his anger seemed to have lost all confidence.
It was his instinctive reaction to be happy when he saw his mother. But he clearly knew how sad his mother was.
"Go back and stay with her," Wei Yan's voice came again, "I will come over after I finish handling the matter."
