Song Ci took a nap and was taken to the collection room by Han Aoyu. Han Aoyu gave her a precious authentic Qi Baishi melon and fruit painting, which showed a bunch of grapes. When Song Ci received this generous gift, she felt a little dizzy.
Grandma and mother's relic jewelry, although not a collection-level treasure, is also an old product of real gold and silver. Among them, grandma's platinum and emerald ring is the work of an international jewelry master.
"This brooch is Zhan Zhan's mother's favorite jewelry, and it was what she wore when she graduated from college." Han Aoyu gently stroked the gorgeous fish-shaped brooch, thinking of the scene of her daughter's graduation day, feeling uncomfortable.
"Zhan Zhan's mother was unlucky and died early. If she is still here, she must be very satisfied with you. Girl Song, you keep all these things. There are no other female relatives in our family. You are the only one. You can wear them if you want , put it away if you don’t wear it.”
Han Aoyu put them together in a long jewelry box and handed them directly to Song Ci.
Song Ci hugged them, but didn't feel the joy of receiving the gift, but only felt sad. She stared at the slightly bent back of old man Han Aoyu, hesitated again and again, and asked cautiously: "Grandpa, how did mother die?"
After asking this question, Song Ci saw the old man's body startled.
Song Ci regretted it immediately, she shouldn't have asked.
Han Aoyu didn't look back, he stared at Han Mulan's graduation certificate on the collection shelf, and said in a low voice: "I think it's better for Zhan Zhan to tell you about Mulan when the time is right."
He turned around, smiled kindly at Song Ci, and said, "That's Zhan Zhan's mother after all, he can talk about it if he wants to, and I won't say it if he doesn't want to." In terms of respecting children, he is an example worthy of thousands of parents to learn from.
Song Ci nodded hurriedly, "Grandpa said yes, Song Ci understands."
Song Ci returned to the bedroom with the gift, but Han Zhan was still not in the room. After putting away the things, Song Ci heard Han Zhan's shouting from downstairs. She walked to the French window, looked down, and saw Han Zhan taking off his coat and fighting against Lin Chong'an and Fang Shen in the school yard.
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's fierce fighting moves, and it's not hard to imagine how vigorous he was when he was in the army. How many secrets does such Brother Han hide behind
Thinking of Han Zhan saying that there are chestnut trees on the back mountain, Song Ci wanted to pick up chestnuts, so she took off her skirt, changed into long clothes and trousers and went downstairs. Song Ci wanted to find a basket, but didn't know where the basket at home was kept.
She found Zhong Buhui and asked him: "Uncle Zhong, do you have a basket at home? I want to go to the back mountain to pick up chestnuts."
"have!"
Zhong Buhui took her to the utility room, and found a small bamboo basket for her. Song Ci took the basket, looked it over carefully, and felt that the small basket looked unique, so she asked him, "Where did you buy this basket, Uncle Zhong? Bags are environmentally friendly and save money.”
Zhong Buhui made a fool of himself, "Guess."
Song Ci couldn't help thinking deeply, could it be that this basket was made by my grandfather? "Is this grandfather's handicraft?"
Zhong Buhui shook his head, and finally solved the mystery, "No, it was made up by Zhan Zhan."
"ah?"
Song Ci was taken aback. Her Brother Han could even weave baskets
Han Zhan's hobbies are recorded on it, and it seems that the hobby of bamboo weaving is written on it.
"What's the matter, Zhan Zhan's knitting skills are really good." Zhong Buhui opened a wooden cabinet, which was filled with various styles of ornaments, and Zhong Buhui introduced: "This big rooster, this rabbit, this goose, all It is Zhan Zhan's work."
Song Ci picked up the bamboo rabbit, and couldn't put it down. "Can this be delivered to me?"
"You just take it."
Song Ci sent the rabbit upstairs, and then, accompanied by Zhong Buhui, went down to the back mountain to hunt chestnuts with a basket. Zhong Buhui hit a few sticks on the chestnut tree with a bamboo pole, and the ripe chestnuts fell down with their shells.
Song Ci was wearing sneakers. She used the soles of her shoes to soften the chestnut thorns, and then used the screwdriver in her hand to pry open the chestnut shell and take out the pulp inside. The first time she worked, Song Ci did it clumsily and stabbed her hand several times.
After a while, Han Zhan also came.
He had just fought with Fang Shen and the others, and his body was covered with sweat, so he didn't wear a jacket, only a short-sleeved sweatshirt. As soon as he came, Song Ci threw the screwdriver to Han Zhan, "Brother Han, come and peel the shell."
Han Zhan took the screwdriver and lowered his head to pick up the chestnut shell. He said while working, "Grandpa heard that you came to pick up chestnuts, and he has already started killing chickens." Before Song Ci replied, Han Zhan said, "Grandpa said You are too thin, you need to make up more."
Song Ci's expression was a bit complicated. "I just ate duck hot pot last night, and tonight I ate stewed chicken with chestnuts. These days are so moist." Song Ci put down the basket in her hand, pinched her slender waist and legs, and always felt that she was staying in the country for a few days. It will gain several kilograms of meat.
"I'm going to gain weight, does Brother Han dislike it?"
Han Zhan shook his head first, "I don't dislike it, it's nice to have a lot of meat, and it's comfortable to hold." Han Zhan looked up at Song Ci, saw that she was worried, and said, "Why is your idol burden so heavy, are you fatter or thinner? point, they are all beautiful."
Song Ci immediately took out her mobile phone, found a full-body photo of herself, and turned herself into a fat man weighing more than 150 kilograms, with fat, double chin and thick legs. Handing the P photo to Han Zhan, Song Ci asked, "Does it look good?"
Han Zhan stared at the photo for a long time before saying, "It still looks good now."
"Heh!" Song Ci sneered, "A man's mouth is a deceiving ghost!"
The man's mouth started to lie again: "But even if you gain weight, I still like it."
Song Ci was very happy in her heart, but her expression was suspicious. "What you men like to be fat is whether you have a fat chest or a fat waist. I still don't know your inferiority?"
As a man, Han Zhan is guilty.
In the evening, my grandfather really made roast chicken with chestnuts. Song Ci ate the meat and mixed rice with soup, which was really a bit overwhelming. She dragged Han Zhan around the school field for a few laps, did some warm-up exercises, and then went to the court with Han Zhan to play with a basketball.
To Han Zhan's surprise, Song Ci played basketball well, and his dribbling moves caught his eye. She can do back dribble, crotch dribble, cross step.
"Brother Han, let me show you a three-step layup." After Song Ci finished speaking, she controlled the basketball and ran under the basketball board, jumped, and dunked the basketball into the hoop with one hand. Han Zhan, who thought Song Ci was bragging, was a little surprised.
"Not bad." Han Zhan praised sincerely.
Han Zhan took off his coat and said to Song Ci, "Come on, let's fight!"
Song Ci was ambitious, with fierce eyes, and ran towards the basketball hoop while controlling the ball. Han Zhan stood in front of her, blocked her progress, and wanted to reach out to grab her basketball. Song Ci protected her ball and tried to break through.
But Han Zhan was like a hill, standing in front of her, blocked all her ways.
Song Ci couldn't find a chance, and was annoyed by Han Zhan's pressure. She suddenly grabbed Han Zhan by the collar of his sweatshirt, pulled his head down, and kissed him fiercely.
(end of this chapter)