Song Ci held the three eggs and said with a smile, "Do I want to hatch the eggs?"
Han Zhan: "Do you want to?"
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan with special meaning, and she said, "Of course I am willing, it depends on whether you are willing or not." She was no longer referring to the matter of hatching eggs, but the matter of giving birth.
Han Zhan suppressed the smile in his eyes, took a deep look at Song Ci, and said, "When the matter of the Mu family is settled, let's get pregnant again."
Song Ci didn't respond, she held the bird's egg in her hand and walked along the white line of the asphalt road. There is a ridge under the edge, and Han Zhan was worried that Song Ci would fall, so he couldn't help but remind her: "Be careful, don't fall."
Song Ci stopped suddenly.
Han Zhan stopped after him. He looked down at Song Ci without making a sound.
Song Ci didn't look back, she looked down at her toes, and suddenly asked softly, "Brother Han, do you regret it?"
"Huh?" Han Zhan asked her, "What do you mean?"
Only then did Song Ci turn around. Holding the bird egg in her left hand, she squeezed Han Zhan's arm with her right hand, looked up at him, and said, "Tell me, your hand was broken to save someone. During these years, thinking of the two lost finger, and the ideal that you will never be able to realize, do you regret saving that person back then?"
Han Zhan didn't make a sound.
Song Ci bit her rosy lower lip, and when her lips gradually turned pale, she said, "If you don't save that person, your hand won't be broken. That person, she broke your dream."
Han Zhan's expression sank a little.
He looked at Song Ci disapprovingly, with a serious expression. He said in a deep voice, "Song Ci, you are insulting a soldier."
Song Ci was frightened and did not dare to look directly at Han Zhan.
Han Zhan said again: "In ancient times, there was the Great Wall to defend against aliens, but today there is the soul of the army to protect China. Obeying orders is the bounden duty of soldiers, and defending the country is the belief of soldiers. Even if I retire, the soul of the army will never die. It will never die. Engraved on every bone of mine. You won't regret it when you ask me"
Bright eyes stared at Song Ci's trembling pupils, and Han Zhan's sonorous voice carried a sacredness that no one could desecrate: "You are insulting my personality."
Song Ci's body softened.
She quickly hugged Han Zhan's waist with one hand, and buried her cheek in his chest. Hearing Han Zhan's excited heartbeat, Song Ci felt a dull pain in his heart. "But Brother Han, I feel sorry for you."
Song Ci was rescued back then, and he had inquired about the whereabouts of the People's Liberation Army back then, but the rescue scene was in chaos, and everyone was busy saving people, so who could notice an ordinary soldier
When Song Ci thought about how she sometimes joked with Han Zhan about his missing right hand after marriage, she wanted to slap herself in the face! In order to save her, he had two fingers sawed off, yet she dared to laugh at his incompleteness!
Song Ci, you are not human!
"Han Zhan, Han Zhan, I'm sorry!" I'm the one who hurt you
Song Ci hugged Han Zhan tightly, weeping silently.
Seeing Song Ci crying, Han Zhan thought that what he said just now was too harsh, and his expression was too fierce, which frightened her. He sighed, put his hand on Song Ci's back and gently stroked it.
"Cibao, it's not a loss to exchange two fingers for a person's safety and health." He kissed Song Ci's hair, and said, "You can feel sorry for me, but don't cry for me, I feel bad seeing it."
Song Ci wanted to stop her tears, but couldn't.
After a long time, she straightened up embarrassingly. She wiped her face carelessly with the back of her hand, smiled through her tears, and joked, "It's a good thing I didn't wear makeup this morning, otherwise I'd be so ugly crying."
Han Zhan stared at her face covered with rain, and asked her thoughtfully, "Why did you suddenly think of these things?"
Out of various considerations, Song Ci was unwilling to tell Han Zhan the truth. She held up a bird egg and said, "Seeing you climbing a tree, and imagining your unrestrained energy, I regret what happened to you."
"It's okay, the hardest time has passed, and there is nothing wrong with life now." Han Zhan took Song Ci's right hand and led her down the mountain.
After returning home, Song Ci originally planned to steam the eggs, but Han Aoyu said, "The weather is getting cooler, let's have a barbecue tonight."
Song Ci rubbed her hands, and she said, "Then bake the eggs and eat them!"
Han Aoyu glanced at Han Zhan, and he said, "Barbecue is delicious with beer!"
"Yes! Grandpa, do you like beer? Do you have it at home? If not, I'll buy it!" Song Ci hadn't eaten barbecue for a long time, and her saliva began to drool.
Han Aoyu said cheerfully, "Why don't you drink it? When I was young, I loved cold beer the most. It's cheap and refreshing!"
Han Zhan poured cold water on it: "What to drink, high blood pressure is not allowed to drink alcohol." After a pause, Han Zhan showed mercy, stared at Han Aoyu and said, "But you can drink a glass of juice."
Han Aoyu immediately blew his beard and stared, and said angrily: "Where did you come from, you have no conscience!"
Han Zhan remained expressionless: "Don't drink."
Seeing that Han Zhan didn't give him face so much, Han Aoyu couldn't help arguing with him. Song Ci held back a smile and watched their grandparents bickering, feeling that this scene was particularly heart-warming.
In the evening, Han Zhan really set up a barbecue grill in the yard. The men are all carnivores, and the ingredients they prepare are basically meat. Considering Song Ci's idol burden, Han Zhan also prepared some vegetables.
"Would you like leeks?" Han Zhan held a thin iron skewer and placed a plate of chopped leeks in front of him, intending to make them into barbecue skewers.
Song Ci said: "Eat it, just put it on a plate, bake them later, and put an egg, that's delicious."
"That's fine." Han Zhan dropped the iron stick and went to the refrigerator to take out the pot containing the meat. Song Ci followed Han Zhan, and she asked behind Han Zhan, "Brother Han, can I roast durian?"
Han Zhan, who was not wearing a gas mask, was silent for a while, and refused, "Grandpa doesn't like durian, and he gets dizzy when he smells it." It's not wrong to blame grandpa for something.
Sure enough, when Song Ci heard that her grandfather didn't like durian, she immediately gave up the idea.
Because of Han Zhan's ruthlessness, Han Aoyu only ate a bunch of roasted mutton and beef and drank half a glass of watermelon juice this night, then got up and went for a walk to digest food, and was going to bed on time.
Song Ci concentrated on eating the beef skewers that Han Zhan had grilled for her, and it took her a long time to notice that the phone in her pocket rang.
The phone rang for an unknown amount of time, but Song Ci finally heard it.
Song Ci took out her mobile phone and saw that the caller was Song Fei. She hurriedly walked to the quiet garden holding the beef skewers. Sitting down on the solid wooden hanging chair, Song Ci answered the phone. "Song Fei."
Hearing the sound of Song Ci chewing food, Song Fei asked her, "What are you eating?"
"Beef skewers, do you want to eat?"
Song Fei has been eating lightly for a while, and when she heard the beef skewers, her taste buds were twitched. "Want to eat."
"It's a pity that you can't eat it." Song Ci deliberately teased Song Fei: "My brother Han's grilled beef skewers are very delicious, I will treat you another day."
"Next year." Song Fei said.
Hearing this answer, Song Ci was taken aback. "Why wait until next year?" Her voice became tense unconsciously.
(end of this chapter)