Han Aoyu's wife is also a durian lover. In the past, durians were cheap in summer, so Mrs. Han always stocked up some durians at home. When Han Aoyu smelled it, he couldn't even eat.
Zhong Buhui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Who said it wasn't?" He looked at the elderly Han Aoyu, but what he thought in his heart was: the old man must miss his wife very much, otherwise he wouldn't have to stare at the fruit aisle every time he went to the supermarket. The durian burst into a trance.
"By the way, the anniversary of Duanfang's death is approaching. Make a phone call and ask Zhan Zhan if he will come back this year to pay homage to his grandmother."
Wen Yanzhong didn't regret it and said: "When did Zhan Zhan not come back?"
Han Aoyu shook his head and said: "This year is different, we are married and have many things to do."
"Then let me ask."
Every year on the anniversary of his grandmother's death, Han Zhan would take the time to go back to Shunchen City. Sometimes he is afraid that he will finish his work, so he will mark it on the calendar in advance. This morning, Han Zhan stared at the death mark on the calendar, thoughtful.
At noon, he received a call from Zhong Buhui. On the phone, Uncle Zhong asked if he would go home on the anniversary of his grandmother's death. Han Zhan told him: "Come back, I will come back with Song Ci."
Zhong Buhui was overjoyed, "The old man must be very happy."
After hanging up the phone, Han Zhan sent a text message to Song Ci to tell Song Ci that he would go back to Shunchen City to pay homage to his grandmother in two days. When the text message was received, Song Ci was riding with Song Fei on the way to Mu's house.
Song Ci read the text message, turned off her phone, and turned her head to ask Song Fei, "Song Fei, it's the first time I'm going to Han Zhan's hometown to meet grandpa, what should I give?" You can't leave empty hands.
Song Fei: "Didn't you learn to knit sweaters before to catch up with your seniors? It just so happened that it was getting cold, so I knit a sweater for grandpa. The gift is light and the affection is heavy." In Han Aoyu's position, he has never seen any precious things. Instead of giving those Rare things, it is better to give something pleasing and thoughtful.
Hearing that Song Fei was digging up old accounts again, Song Ci couldn't help but warn Song Fei: "You can just tell me these things. When you come to Han Zhan, you are not allowed to tell him about the things I used to chase after seniors. Only then How big."
Song Ci has been a pretty dog since she was a child. When she was in junior high school, she fell in love with the school girl in high school. In order to catch up with his senior, Song Ci made chocolates and woven scarves for him, which Han Zhan had never enjoyed before. But the likes at that time were all ignorant and novel, and they were also very simple, far from being love.
The first time Song Ci fell in love with someone in the true sense was when she was 14 years old. As a Yan dog, she fell in love with a disgraced soldier brother.
Song Fei closed her eyes, looked lazy, and said cruel words in her mouth: "Don't mess with me, dare to mess with me, I will give Han Zhan all your black material." The merciless kind.
Song Ci stared at Song Fei, and the car drove to the gate of Mu's house without knowing it.
"Ma'am, we're here." Long Yu reminded the pair of sisters in the back row.
"Brother Long, go back first, and come pick us up in the afternoon." When Song Ci was talking to Long Yu, Song Fei also slowly opened her cold eyes. Her eyes were sharp and cold, staring at the Mu family's house, she pursed her lips tightly.
"Song Fei, go down."
The two sisters got out of the car, but Long Yu was a little worried. If Mr. Han asked about today's work situation, would he tell Mr. Han that Mrs. Han once chased after senior high school seniors, made chocolates for seniors, and knit scarves? -
Before coming here, Song Ci had called Du Tingting in advance, and also made it clear on the phone that Song Fei wanted to meet Mu Mian in person, and thanked Mu Mian for taking care of the two sisters over the years.
For this reason, Mu Mian took a special vacation and waited at home.
Knowing that Song Fei was finally found, and that Song Ci would bring Song Fei to the house as a guest today, Mu Qiu also got up early that day, dressed up, and looked forward to it at home. Hearing the sound of the car, the family of three came out of the house, and saw Aunt Zhang leading the Song sisters in.
Although they are twins, Song Ci and Song Fei are two beauties with very different styles. A British-style gray plaid suit, paired with a V-neck knitted short shirt, was worn by Song Ci in a chic and handsome style.
On the other hand, Song Fei was wearing a black and white spliced loose sweater, her straight long legs bound under a pair of black pencil pants, and she exuded the ruthlessness of 'I'm cool, don't fight me' all over her body.
Song Fei looked harmless when she was sleeping, but after waking up, Song Fei was a leopard, looking thin and thin, and spitting blood fiercely when she moved.
Mu Qiu only dared to take a look at Song Fei from a distance, but didn't dare to look more.
"Mother, Father, Qiu'er." Song Ci pointed to Song Fei beside her, and introduced the three members of the Mu family: "This is Song Fei, I found her."
Only then did Song Fei take off the white hat of the sweater, revealing a head of ear-length short hair, and a face exactly like Song Ci's. The difference is that Song Ci's eyes are as bright as stars, bright and charming, but Song Fei's eyes are like white snow on a high mountain, just looking at them makes one feel cold.
"Hello, I'm Song Fei." Song Fei took a step back, and then bowed deeply to Mu Mian under the stunned eyes of everyone.
"Song Fei, what are you doing?" Du Tingting was a little surprised.
Song Fei lowered her head and kept her upper body at a 90-degree angle to the ground. This is a standard gift.
Song Ci sincerely thanked Mu Mian: "Mr. Mu, Song Fei knows everything you have done to our sisters these years. I want to thank you for everything you have done for us. Our sisters will definitely repay you well." Your kindness!"
Mu Mian looked at the thin but rebellious woman and forgot to answer. This was obviously a thank you word, but Mu Mian was terrified when he heard it.
Du Tingting hurriedly helped Song Fei up, "Song Fei, don't do such a big ceremony, we can't afford it." When Du Tingting thought that Mu Mian had almost killed Song Fei before, she felt bad conscience and dared not go Look into Song Fei's eyes.
Mu Mian finally came back to his senses. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and when he spoke, his voice was faint, "Come into the room."
The two sisters followed Mu Mian and the other three into Mu's house.
Before it was time to eat, the two sisters were pulled by Du Tingting to sit on the sofa. Du Tingting asked Song Fei a lot of questions, but she was smart and considerate and didn't ask her why she left the nursing home without saying hello that night.
Instead, Mu Qiu asked: "Sister Fei, you left alone after waking up from the nursing home. Where did you go? My sister and we are all worried."
I don't know which word in Mu Qiu's sentence offended Song Fei, Song Fei's face darkened, and she looked at Mu Qiu expressionlessly. Mu Qiu was terrified, unable to withstand Song Fei's gaze, and slowly lowered his head.
Seeing that Mu Qiu's scalp was numb, Song Fei said coldly, "Miss Mu Qiu, you should call me Song Fei." Sister Fei felt tired and disgusted when she heard it.
The bastard that stole her heart doesn't deserve to be called her sister.
Mu Qiu: Sister Fei.
Song Fei: Fei, your mother.
(end of this chapter)