"Is this your high school?"
"That's right." Han Zhan said to Song Ci while taking off his seat belt, "The pea jelly here is very delicious, you will definitely like it."
Song Ci followed Han Zhan out of the car, walked to the small stall on the left side of the school gate, and saw an old man setting up a stall. In front of his booth, there is a small bowl of jelly. The jelly looked very clean, somewhat like crystal clear lychee meat.
Han Zhan was too tall, so he had to squat down to talk to the old man. "Master, bring me two bowls of cakes, one with coriander and one without."
Song Ci gathered up her skirt and squatted down like Han Zhan. She saw that the old man sliced the Wan'er Cake horizontally and vertically with a blade, and sprinkled the secret garlic sauce on it.
When Song Ci smelled the fragrance, she actually resisted in her heart. She doesn't usually eat this kind of strong food, and she always feels a garlic smell in her mouth.
The uncle handed the bowl of cake to Han Zhan, "Here, originally it was 8 yuan a piece, you buy two, I'll charge you 15 yuan."
Han Zhan took the jelly and said, "The price has increased. It used to cost three yuan a piece." He said while scanning WeChat with his mobile phone.
The uncle was laughed angrily by Han Zhan. He rolled his eyes and complained: "When I was three yuan a bowl, I was still your uncle, and now I am your uncle."
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, thinking that this made sense, so he was no longer poor.
Song Ci and Han Zhan sat under the umbrella and ate jelly. Han Zhan hadn't eaten this for a long time, and he ate very happily. When he had just eaten the fifth piece, he suddenly heard Song Ci ask: "Does Du Xueyan like this too?"
Han Zhan choked his throat with a mouthful of jelly.
He struggled to swallow the jelly, and noticed that Song Ci didn't take a bite, so he said, "She doesn't like it. Her idol is a heavy burden, and she dislikes the strong garlic taste."
"Oh." Song Ci took a piece of jelly and put it in his mouth.
Han Zhan sat stiffly on the bench, a little restless. Song Ci swallowed the jelly and gave a two-word evaluation: "Not bad." She gracefully finished the bowl of jelly and stood up.
Standing under the scorching sun, Song Ci called Han Zhan's name, "Han Zhan."
Han Zhan looked up and saw Song Ci's burgundy curly hair exuding a hazy luster in the sun, charming and beautiful, but the expression on her face seemed stubborn. Song Ci said: "Han Zhan, I don't like to eat such heavy food. But if you like it, I am willing to accompany you."
After a pause, Song Ci said again: "You have to cherish it." After leaving these words, she turned around and walked into a canteen to buy a bottle of lemonade.
After taking a sip of lemonade, Song Ci lowered her head and tightened the bottle cap, only to find that the spokesperson of the lemonade was Du Xueyan, and her portrait was printed on the bottle. Song porcelain has completely become the essence of lemon under the lemon tree.
Han Zhan walked over, took away her lemonade, threw the bottle into the trash can, and then stuffed a candy into her hand. Song Ci lowered her head, looked at the toffee in her palm, and said nothing.
"Eat something sweet and drink less sour." Han Zhan said.
After a moment of silence, Song Ci peeled off the toffee and stuffed it into his mouth.
The tip of the tongue was pressed against the candy and turned in the mouth for a while, and the mouth was filled with a sweet and greasy taste. Song Ci stood up and looked at Han Zhan. Song Ci pointed to her chest, drooping her eyelids, and said, "Han Zhan, I feel uncomfortable here, even after eating candy."
Han Zhan's expression moved slightly.
There were some tears in Song Ci's eyes, she said: "I seem to like you a little bit."
Han Zhan's Adam's apple twitched.
He suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if a hole had been torn open in his heart, and a little bit of sweetness poured in. Han Zhan hugged Song Ci tightly, "It's all in the past, Song Ci. I can correct any shortcomings I have, but my past cannot be changed."
Song Ci said in a muffled voice, "I understand the truth, but I just don't feel well."
Han Zhan really had no choice, he had no choice but to hug Song Ci tightly. After a while, Song Ci calmed down by herself. She got out of Han Zhan's arms and reminded him: "It's time to go. Grandpa is still waiting for us to go back for lunch."
Han Zhan was worried, and looked at Song Ci seriously for a moment. Seeing that Song Ci had really calmed down, he took her hand and sat back in the car again. -
When the car drove to the suburbs, there were fewer vehicles, and the farmland and the three-story building jumped into the eye. Song Ci lowered the window and stared at the endless green rice paddies. She couldn't help but laugh when she imagined Han Zhan rolling up his trouser legs and going to the field to plant rice seedlings.
Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Are these the second crop rice?"
"Well." Han Zhan told Song Ci: "It will be harvested in another month."
"Now they are harvested by harvesters, right?"
"Um."
Song Ci rubbed her hands, looking forward to it. She asked Han Zhan, "What ripe fruits are there in Grandpa's house?"
"Hawthorns, chestnuts, and jujubes are almost ready to be picked."
Song Ci rolled up his sleeves and said, "Then I have to pick chestnuts and make roast chicken with chestnuts for you to eat."
"OK."
The car turned a corner and drove onto an asphalt road. Song Ci heard Han Zhan say, "It's almost there, the house hidden among the trees is here."
Song Ci looked up and saw Han Zhan pointing to a self-built forest villa halfway up the mountain ahead. The large villa with yellow to red tiles is hidden in the forest, revealing luxury and mystery in a low-key manner, which is completely different from Song Ci's imagination.
"It turned out to be a forest villa. I thought my grandfather's house was an ordinary rural self-built villa."
Han Zhan told Song Ci: "This was designed by my grandmother when she was alive."
"This should be the most luxurious villa within a radius of ten miles around you."
Han Zhan made a joke: "This is the hometown of the richest man after all."
Song Ci originally thought that when he arrived at his grandfather's house, he would be regarded as a national treasure by the villagers. It was only after arriving at Grandpa's house that Song Ci realized that there was no one in the vicinity of this kilometer.
Most of the houses of the villagers are built along the road, while Han Aoyu’s house is built on the mountainside, with a wall enclosing more than 300 meters near the villa, which is planned to be built into gardens, courts, swimming pools, and school grounds. With the vegetable field.
At the entrance of the villa, there is a fortified black iron gate with the word 'Han Zhai' written on it.
With such a majestic style, who would dare to visit the neighbors
Not only Han Aoyu lived in this house, but also his housekeeper Zhong Buhui, and two military officers responsible for protecting the old man's life. Seeing Han Zhan coming back, the uncle named Lin Chongan opened the door, stood aside and gave Han Zhan a military salute.
Han Zhan put down the car window and returned him a military salute.
"Zhan Zhan, long time no see, have you brought your daughter-in-law back to see grandpa?" Lin Chong'an glanced at Song Ci, his eyes lit up. Zhong Buhui didn't lie, the wife Zhan Zhan was looking for was indeed a great beauty.
Han Zhan said helplessly, "Uncle Lin, I'm already in my thirties, don't call me Zhan Zhan anymore."
Lin Chongan said: "It doesn't matter if you are in your thirties, I will always be ten years older than you. In front of me, you have always been a child."
Han Zhan gave up struggling.
Congratulations to Song Ci, I am tempted by Han Zhan
(end of this chapter)