When he came to the kitchen, seeing his grandpa staring at the vegetable sink in a daze, Han Zhan asked in a deep voice, "Grandpa, are you going with us?" Never been.
Han Aoyu waved his hand, he said: "I won't go, you go with Song girl." Seeing the cold cemetery, Han Aoyu felt uncomfortable, he was old and couldn't bear the stimulation.
"Alright then, I'll go with Song Ci."
Han Zhan came over and patted his grandfather on the back, squeezed it hard, and then left.
The hill where Han Zhan's family is located is all Han Aoyu's territory. His grandmother was not cremated after her death, but was directly buried in a treasured place on the top of the mountain. There is a parking lot on the mountainside, and all the cars are parked neatly.
Everyone got out of the car and climbed more than 100 stone steps on foot before arriving at the cemetery of grandma Lin Duanfang.
This is a joint burial, with grandma's tombstone standing on the right, and an open space on the left, which is reserved for Han Aoyu. The tombstone is very grand, with inscriptions carved on the pure black surface and gold painted on it.
On the upper right of the tombstone, there is a photo of my grandmother when she was old. The grandma in the photo is wearing a light gray knitted cardigan with a blue floral skirt inside, and she is wearing reading glasses, gazing at the camera quietly, elegant and calm.
Zhong Buhui placed the square table in front of the tombstone, and Han Zhan placed the dishes made by Han Aoyu on the table. The table was full of dishes, all of which were favorites of his grandmother.
"Grandma, I'm Zhan Zhan." Han Zhan held his breath and put a durian on the table, "Grandpa asked me to bring you a durian. This year's durian is very expensive. Grandpa laughed at you as a beast that swallows gold. Let the wallet in his pocket fly out."
Hearing this, Song Ci, Zhong Buhui and others all pursed their lips and laughed.
Han Zhan lit three sticks of incense, went to the tombstone and knelt down. After kowtowing, he inserted the incense into the incense burner. Staring at the photo of grandma, Han Zhan told her: "Grandma, I am married, and I brought my wife back today, take a look."
Turning his head to look at Song Ci standing behind him, standing obediently, with his head slightly lowered, Han Zhan felt so soft in his heart. "Her name is Song Ci. She is beautiful and powerful. She can knit sweaters, cook, and fly airplanes. Just like you, she loves durian."
"Like grandpa, I also found a gold swallowing beast for myself." After a pause, Han Zhan said with a smile in his voice: "Grandma, if you have a spirit in heaven, I will bless Zhan Zhan and Song Ci." , to be together forever."
Song Ci stood aside, blushing silently after hearing this.
Han Zhan handed three sticks of incense to Song Ci. "Come, Porcelain, offer incense to grandma."
Song Ci knelt down next to Han Zhan, and she lit the incense. Holding up the three sticks of incense, Song Ci looked at the gracefully aging grandmother in the photo, and then looked up at Han Zhan's resolute and handsome face beside him. Some long-standing memories came to Song Ci's mind
Eight years ago, when the earthquake happened, the moment Song Ci was thrown into the bathroom by Song Fei, the house collapsed. Because of the strong load-bearing capacity of the bathroom, only one corner collapsed. Song Ci hid in the innermost corner and was hit on the lower back, but the injury was not serious.
Song Ci was trapped under the ruins, unable to see the light, neither eating nor drinking. After an unknown amount of time, a ray of light finally came in. She tremblingly opened her heavy eyelids, turned her head slowly, and could vaguely see that it was a young soldier in camouflage uniform.
His face was covered with dust, and even his eyebrows were stained with dust.
Seeing that Song Ci opened his eyes and was still alive, the man finally broke into a gratified smile on his tense gray face. After seeing too many dead bodies, it was a ray of light to finally see a living person.
"Don't be afraid, little girl, I'll rescue you right away, and you'll be safe right away!" He removed the concrete slab across her back, and as soon as he hugged her shoulders, the ground began to shake again.
In an instant, the dangerous building tilted and collapsed, and people screamed everywhere. When the house collapsed, it was that man who stood behind her!
Her life was given by Han Zhan
Song Ci's vision blurred again.
Holding three sticks of incense, she kowtowed deeply to her grandma, her forehead making a muffled bang bang on the ground. Hearing this movement, Han Zhan couldn't help reminding Song Ci: "Ceramic treasure, don't use such force."
Song Ci straightened her waist, but still kowtowed very hard.
Han Zhan frowned, but after thinking about it, he still didn't stop her. After kowtowing, Song Ci said to her grandmother, "Grandma, don't worry, I, Song Ci, will love Han Zhan for the rest of my life. From now on, I will knit sweaters for Brother Han for the rest of his life."
When Han Zhan heard this, his heart was warm.
When going back, Song Ci grabbed Han Zhan who was about to get into the car, and she said, "Brother Han, walk with me for a while, it's not far anyway, and it's good to walk."
Han Zhan looked down at her feet, with concern in his eyes, "Does your toe hurt anymore?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Han Zhan stopped Fang Shen in front and told him, "Uncle Fang, drive me down the mountain, let's walk for a while."
"OK."
After all the vehicles drove away, Song Ci and Han Zhan walked down the asphalt road arm in arm. Han Zhan grew up on this mountain, and he is very familiar with every plant and tree on this mountain.
Walking to the turning point of the road, Han Zhan dragged Song Ci to a big thick tree. "This sweet-scented osmanthus tree is so big. I smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus at the top of the mountain just now." Song Ci tried to open his arms, trying to hug the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, but couldn't at all.
Han Zhan walked to the opposite side of her, opened his long arms, touched Song Ci's fingertips with his fingertips, and hugged the thick trunk of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree together. Song Ci looked up at the towering tree and said, "It must be older than the combined ages of you and me."
Han Zhan withdrew his hand, walked to Song Ci's side and stood still. He said: "This sweet-scented osmanthus tree is over two hundred years old. When I was young, I often climbed to the tree to dig out bird eggs."
Covering his eyes with his hands to block the strong sunlight, Han Zhan looked up at the top of the tree. After squinting his eyes and searching for a few seconds, Han Zhan said, "There is a bird's nest there, I'll go and see if there are any bird eggs."
Han Zhan took off his coat and handed it to Song Ci's arms. He rolled up his trouser legs and climbed up the tree gracefully. Song Ci was worried that he would fall down, so she hurriedly told him: "Brother Han, step on more firmly, don't step on dead branches."
"rest assured."
Han Zhan is a great tree climber, and his movements are very steady.
Song Ci looked at his movements and complained, "Brother Han, you climb trees like a monkey."
Han Zhan almost stepped on the ground.
He growled, "Shut up!"
Song Ci quickly closed her mouth.
Han Zhan squatted on a branch, glanced into the bird's nest, and saw three white eggs. Han Zhan lowered his head and said to Song Ci, "There are three bird eggs!"
Song Ci was very happy. "Take it down!"
"good."
Han Zhan wrapped his left arm around a branch above his head, stretched his right hand towards the bird's nest, and easily took away three birds' eggs. He put the eggs in his trouser pocket, and searched for other nests, but found no more eggs.
"there is none left."
Song Ci waved to Han Zhan. "Then come down quickly."
Han Zhan just came down from the tree. After landing, he handed the bird eggs to Song Ci as if offering treasures, and said, "I'll give you all the eggs."
(end of this chapter)