Looking at her mother-in-law's eyebrows and smile, Song Ci smiled and said, "Actually, your mother's demeanor is very similar to mine. People would believe that they are sisters."
A question rolled out of Han Zhan's throat: "Is it similar?"
"Well, you haven't seen my mother when she is alive. If you have, you will know how similar they are when they smile." Song Ci didn't stare at the photo of her mother-in-law for a long time, she continued to turn back, I want to find out what Han Zhan looks like in military uniform.
Han Zhan stood behind the swing, staring at the full and fragrant rose in front of Song Ci, a little lost in thought.
Song Ci's exclamation drew Han Zhan's attention back—
"Brother Han, you look so handsome in military uniform!"
Han Zhan lowered his eyes when he heard the sound, and saw the pictures of his youth in the album. It was a group photo of Han Zhan and Han Aoyu. Han Zhan was wearing a military uniform and standing side by side with his grandfather in front of the army gate. They stood straight like two tall pines and cypresses.
Han Zhan has seen and worn many luxury high-end clothing, but the military uniform he is most obsessed with and admired in his life will always be.
Han Zhan told Song Ci: "This is a photo I took when my grandfather visited me in the army just after I finished recruit training."
Song Ci touched Han Zhan's cheek in the photo, and said with a smile, "You were so tender at that time."
"Don't beat around the bush and insinuate that I'm old. No matter how old you are, it's more than enough to satisfy you." Han Zhan directly raised his long legs, turned over the swing, and sat beside Song Ci.
Song Ci pretended not to understand that he was talking yellow.
She turned back and found Han Zhan's high school graduation photo.
At this time, Han Zhan's eyes were sharp and he didn't know how to restrain himself. He was wearing a black T-shirt and his hair was short. His deep features and those gray-blue eyes made him look like a sharp sword.
Han Zhan caught a glimpse of the photo and saw a rope hanging around his neck.
Song Ci was about to take a closer look at Han Zhan's young posture, when Han Zhan suddenly stretched out a long arm and quickly took the photo album from Song Ci's hand. After closing the album, Han Zhan stood up and said, "Go to have breakfast, and I will go up the mountain to worship grandma later."
Song Ci hadn't finished the photo album yet, so she was a bit regretful at first, and wanted to play nice with Brother Han to finish the photo album. But hearing him say that, he immediately lost his mind. She nodded and said, "Let's go eat."
While walking towards the restaurant, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Tell me about what you need to pay attention to when worshiping the dead at your house."
Han Zhan told Song Ci what needs to be paid attention to.
After breakfast, Zhong Buhui accompanied Han Aoyu to prepare sacrifices, and Han Zhan went upstairs to change clothes. Song Ci walked to the TV, opened the TV cabinet, and took out the photo album that Han Zhan had stuffed in before.
She looked back upstairs and thought that Han Zhan would not go downstairs for the time being, so she carried the photo album to the mahogany sofa and sat down.
Putting the photo album on her lap, Song Ci hesitated for a long time before opening it.
Brother Han's sudden act of taking away the photo album just now is obviously a ghost. Song Ci guessed that behind this album, there must be a secret that Han Zhan dared not let her know. Could it be a photo of him and Du Xueyan
Song Ci thought about it, and turned it to the last few pages.
Song Ci turned to Han Zhan's class photo when he graduated. Han Zhan was standing in the last row, but he couldn't find Du Xueyan. It seems that Du Xueyan is not in the same class as him.
Song Ci continued to flip through.
Behind the group photo is a group photo of Han Zhan and his brothers. Du Xueyan never appeared from the beginning to the end. Song Ci couldn't help but speculate, could it be that Han Zhan hated Du Xueyan after the breakup, so he pulled out Du Xueyan's photo
Zhong Buhui walked over with the sacrifice, seeing Song Ci still flipping through the photo album, he thought to himself: How dangerous! Fortunately, I was as careful as a hair and pulled out the photo of Zhan Zhan and Du Xueyan in advance.
In fact, after Han Zhan stuffed these photos back then, he never looked through them again. He might have forgotten that there was a photo of him and Du Xueyan in the album, otherwise he would have forcibly taken the album away the first moment he found Song Ci flipping through the album.
He didn't read it, but Zhong Buhui and the old man always read it several times a year, so he naturally remembered it. Because Du Xueyan is Han Zhan's first love girlfriend after all, even if the old man wanted to lose the photos of Du Xueyan and Han Zhan, he had to respect Han Zhan's opinion, so he never took them out.
Hearing Song Ci said that he wanted to see the photo album before, Zhong Buhui took care and took out the two photos in advance.
Seeing Song Ci reopen the photo album, Zhong Buhui secretly thanked himself for being smart enough.
Song Ci flipped back and saw two photos of Han Zhan when he was eight or nine years old. At that time, Han Zhan was tall and strong, with a round belly, and he was a bit simple and honest.
Song Ci quickly took out his mobile phone and took a photo of Han Zhan's fat.
Finally, she turned to the last page.
In the last photo, Han Zhan, about fifteen years old, was standing beside a deep mountain pool wearing only a pair of swimming trunks. At this time, Han Zhan had already lost weight, and the curves of his bones showed the slender posture of a young man.
After a few more glances, Song Ci closed the album. She got up with the photo album, intending to put it back.
After walking two steps, Song Ci's eyes suddenly widened. She stopped suddenly, and couldn't wait to reopen the photo album, and once again set her sights on the last photo.
In the photo, there is a black rope pendant hanging around the boy's neck, and a high safety buckle with floating flowers is hung on the pendant. Several pure gold beads are strung on the left and right sides of the safety buckle.
This is a necklace that is very familiar to Song Ci, because it is now lying in her wooden box, and she has kept it as a precious treasure for many years!
Song Ci stared at the safety buckle necklace, the sparkle in her beautiful eyes, tears gleaming.
At this moment, Han Zhan's footsteps came downstairs.
Song Ci hurriedly stuffed the photo album back into the TV cabinet. She stood up and turned her head in a hurry, only to see Han Zhan coming down from the corner platform on the second floor. Han Zhan is all in black, with a black suit, black shirt, black leather gloves and black leather shoes, which makes him look a bit cold and stern.
Han Zhan frowned when he saw that Song Ci's expression was wrong and there were tears in his eyes. "Ci Bao, what's the matter with you?" Han Zhan walked up to Song Ci quickly, raised her cheek, and looked carefully at Song Ci's face.
Song Ci secretly pinched her thigh, the pain kept her calm. She smiled with red eyes, and replied with a choked voice: "It's okay, I just kicked the TV cabinet with my toe, and my toe hurts."
Song Ci was wearing flat shoes, the leather was very soft, and if he accidentally kicked them, he would be easily injured.
Han Zhan believed it was true. He looked down at Song Ci's shoes and saw that the leather was too soft. He said, "Wait!" Han Zhan went upstairs quickly, and came downstairs with Song Ci's sneakers in a short while.
"Wear this, and you will have to climb the stone ladder later on the mountain, so don't kick it again."
"good."
Song Ci bent over to change his shoes, Han Zhan turned around and walked towards the kitchen, Song Ci dared to wipe his tears with his sleeve.
(end of this chapter)