From left to right on the stage stood Jiang Guchuan, Cheng Yanmo, Han Zhan, and Yan Jiang. The order in which they stand determines the order in which they will recite next.
Jiang Guchuan was a very handsome young man exuding a bookish atmosphere. His light blue suit made him young and handsome. The microphone infinitely magnified his gentle and good voice, and he read the eulogy with great force.
The second person who read aloud was Cheng Yanmo. Under the disguise of that pair of silver-rimmed glasses, Cheng Yanmo looked low-key and reserved. Different from Jiang Guchuan's voice which is as gentle as a spring breeze, Cheng Yanmo's voice is very cold, like cool spring water dripping on a smooth stone slab, with a chill in the clang.
But tonight Cheng Yanmo was not the focus of everyone's attention. The person who really attracted everyone's attention was the man standing in the third place. The man was almost 1.9 meters tall, and wearing a white handmade sweater couldn't stop his strong aura.
After retiring from the army for many years, Han Zhan is still used to keeping a short hair. Underneath the inch-cut, his browbones are high and sharp. Han Zhan has a pair of thick black sword eyebrows, which are sharp and compelling from a distance, but also has a pair of tender blue eyes, which are deeply tender when staring at the camera.
In terms of facial features, the four people on stage all have their own styles, but captured by the side camera, Han Zhan's facial lines are three-dimensional, which makes him even more powerful.
"It's late at night, listen, whose child is crying for mother?" Han Zhan's voice was deep and magnetic, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a young girl covered her ears with her hands excitedly, thinking : My ears are getting pregnant.
If ears can conceive, Song Ci has now given birth to Han Zhan's football team.
They only heard Han Zhan's voice reciting intently, and only she heard him leaning on her back in the dead of night and sighing in satisfaction. Only she had heard the choked sound of his voice when he cried.
Six minutes later, four beautiful men went off the stage in a low-key manner, and the audience in the audience were still discussing Han Zhan's identity, appearance and voice in low voices.
At 15:00, the party ends.
Song Ci waited for the others to leave before getting up with her bag.
Turning around, Song Ci saw Han Zhan standing under the exit gate. He was still wearing the panda sweater she knitted by herself. When he looked at her, his eyes were gentle. After doing something wrong, Han Zhan didn't dare to look directly at Song Ci.
He wanted to approach her, but he didn't have the courage to raise his legs.
Song Ci walked up to Han Zhan with her skirt in her hand. She had to raise her head slightly in high heels to look directly into Han Zhan's eyes.
Song Ci: "After tonight, everyone will know who you are."
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's red lips and charming eyes, and said, "No matter who I am, I'm just your husband." He stretched out his right hand carefully, and the leather glove gently pinched Song Ci's left hand .
Song Ci could shake off Han Zhan's left hand without expression, but she would never let go of Han Zhan's right hand.
Han Zhan knew how much Song Ci loved him. He tried to approach Song Ci, lowered his head slightly, put his mouth next to Song Ci's ear and whispered: "Cibao, the floor of the study is so hard. Tonight, I want to go back to my room to sleep."
No one knew that the handsome and domineering President Han slept on the floor of the study every night.
After a few days of cold war, Song Ci's anger has almost disappeared. She said, "It's fine to sleep on the bed, don't sleep on me."
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, a little disappointed, but soon cheered up again. "good!"
The two walked out holding hands, and when they were almost at the exit, Han Zhan dragged Song Ci to the first floor. "There may be reporters outside, let's go to the underground garage." Han Zhan performed a recitation on stage tonight, which was equivalent to announcing his identity to everyone.
Everyone can see that Zeus International is about to surpass Chuandong International and become the leading enterprise in China. And Han Zhan, standing on top of the dragon's head, should be the focus of everyone's attention. Tonight, I don't know how many media outlets heard the news and wanted to block Han Zhan for a few interviews.
The two came to the underground garage and got into Liang Bo's car.
Liang Bo had already received the news that Mr. Han was going to take his car to avoid reporters tonight.
When Han Zhan and Song Ci got in the car, Liang Bo immediately passed the WeChat message he had just received to Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, look at this photo, there are indeed a group of reporters blocking the door."
Han Zhan casually glanced at Liang Bo's cell phone. The photo should have been taken by Liang Bo's manager. At the exit, there were more than a dozen heavily armed reporters.
Song Ci said: "It's dangerous, but luckily I went to the underground garage."
"Let's go."
Liang Bo sat in the co-pilot, and his assistant was in charge of driving. Han Zhan's eyes scanned Song Ci and Liang Bo repeatedly, but the two of them, one who was checking Weibo and the other who was dozing off, didn't notice Han Zhan's expression.
"Liang Bo."
The boy who was buried in his Weibo suddenly heard Han Zhan calling him, and he turned around to look at Han Zhan, his slightly curly hair covered those shining eyes. "Mr. Han, what instructions do you have?"
Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci, who was already asleep, and asked softly, "Mr. Liang, our Song Ci is very beautiful, isn't it?" His voice sounded soft and gentle, but those gray-blue Inside the eyes, it seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.
Liang Bo is no longer the second-out-of-stock one. Han Zhan's words sounded nonsensical, but he understood what Han Zhan meant. Liang Bo had a strong desire to survive. He nodded and said, "Of course Mrs. Han is pretty, and she really matches Mr. Han."
Seeing that Liang Bo understood his hint, the expression on Han Zhan's face became less gloomy, and became a little clearer.
"Since we know that she is Mrs. Han, we still need to know how to avoid suspicion in private." The ghost knows how he felt when he saw the photo of Song Ci and Liang Bo leaning head to head with beaming smiles on Beizhan's mobile phone. panic.
Liang Bo immediately thought of the group photo taken at noon today, and he quickly raised his right hand to swear: "Don't worry, Mr. Han, I will definitely avoid suspicion in the future!"
"Yeah." Han Zhan didn't speak any more.
All the way without talking, Liang Bo's assistant stopped the car at the gate of Han Zhan's community.
Han Zhan got out of the car, stood beside the car and put on a windbreaker to keep out the cold, then walked around to the other side and opened Song Ci's car door.
Han Zhan bent down to pick up Song Ci's dinner bag, stuffed the small and exquisite bag into his large windbreaker pocket, then gently hugged Song Ci in his arms and got out of the car.
Liang Bo saw Han Zhan leaving with Song Ci in his arms. He said, "Hmph, why do you think this man is so scary?"
The assistant hummed and rubbed his arms, and said, "Bo'er, my arm muscles are tense during the drive. This Mr. Han is so scary, he doesn't look like a scary person."
Liang Bo shook his head straight, "What do you know, this is called aura, what is aura, it kills people invisible!"
Humph quickly started the car and left this place of right and wrong.
"Mr. Han, did you come back so late?" The security guard recognized Han Zhan, and seeing that it was inconvenient for Han Zhan to open the door with someone in his arms, he offered to help Han Zhan open the door.
Han Zhan nodded, thanked the security guard, and carried Song Ci to their own building. Song Ci slept so deeply that she didn't wake up all the way home. At the door of the house, Han Zhan had to wake Song Ci up because he had to open the door.
After being placed on the ground by Han Zhan, Song Ci woke up. She was standing with her back against the wall, wearing a long black trench coat, with long lazy hair and beautiful red lips, she exuded a sense of 'desire' all over her body.
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci for a while, then took out the key to open the door.
Han Zhan said suddenly: "Let's change the lock, but this kind of lock is still inconvenient."
Song Ci lazily raised her head, squinted at Han Zhan, then lowered her head again, as if she didn't want to talk to him, and even looking at him would be disgusting.
Han Zhan opened the door, he turned on the light first, and then signaled Song Ci to enter the room.
Song Ci entered the room with her skirt in her hand, and her high heels made a thumping sound on the ground.
She didn't change her shoes, and the soles were not dirty, so she just entered the living room.
Han Zhan changed his shoes, and when he looked up, he saw Song Ci standing in the middle of the living room taking off his coat.
The black coat slid off her white and tender shoulders, and the hem of the clothes was dragged to the ground. She raised her head slightly, and her long hair fell behind her shoulders. Under the light, Song Ci's skin was glowing white. Han Zhan stared at her, and couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple up and down a few times.
He lowered his head, hiding the lust in his eyes, for fear of scaring Song Ci.
Han Zhan bent down to pick up Song Ci's coat, and when he looked up, he found that Song Ci was staring at him, his eyes squinted for some reason. Han Zhan asked her, "Why do you look at me like that?"
Song Ci suddenly said, "Han Zhan."
She raised her head slightly, her cheek was close to Han Zhan's face, and her breath was in Han Zhan's cochlea, a little itchy. Song Ci: "Have you ever thought that if one day we are separated, I will not only have dinner with Liang Bo, I may also have dinner with Zhang Bo and Li Bo. Not only will we eat together, we will also kiss, I will do it." Before the word love could be said, Song Ci's throat was pinched by Han Zhan with his left hand.
That hand pinched Song Ci's white and thin throat, and it could be broken with a little force.
Han Zhan's thumb rested on Song Ci's chin, and he pinched Song Ci's throat with his left hand and lifted it up. Song Ci was forced to look up at Han Zhan.
Han Zhan's eyes turned red at some point. Han Zhan suddenly lowered his head and bit Song Ci, his movements were rough and his eyes were evil and paranoid.
Pushed by Han Zhan, Song Ci staggered towards her hind legs, leaning her back against the cold TV wall.
Song Ci saw wolf-like ruthlessness in Han Zhan's eyes.
Her legs were lifted by Han Zhan and rested on his lap.
Song Ci felt a little cold.
She thought that if Han Zhan continued, she would never forgive him again. Just when Song Ci thought Han Zhan would lose control completely, Han Zhan stopped suddenly.
Holding Song Ci's face in both hands, Han Zhan pressed his rough left thumb next to Song Ci's eyes, and leaned his head against Song Ci's forehead. Han Zhan admitted his mistake humbly: "Song Ci, I apologize to you, I I shouldn't lie to you, I shouldn't be so despicable. You are right, whether you love someone or use someone, you should be frank. "
"Brother Han let you down, I'm sorry."
The phrase "Brother Han let you down" hit Song Ci's heart.
Song Ci suddenly burst into tears.
"Han Zhan, do you know how good you are in my heart. I used to think that if there is an angel in this world, that angel must be like Han Zhan in my heart."
"When I knew your despicable thoughts, the angel in my heart collapsed. Han Zhan, I admire you so much, how can you be so bad? You can use me clearly, but cheating my feelings, what are you? Man!" Han Zhan really disappointed Song Ci.
Song Ci's words were like a hammer, nailing Han Zhan to the sofa, unable to move.
His mind went blank.
She said she regarded him as an angel.
But he destroyed that angel with his own hands.
"Han Zhan!" Song Ci grabbed the skirt of Han Zhan's sweater, buried her head in Han Zhan's arms, and cried, "Han Zhan, give me back my angel, okay?"
Hearing this, Han Zhan's heart was about to break.
"I'm sorry Cibao, I'm sorry. I'm obsessed with ghosts, and I'm not right. I swear I'll never lie to you again." Han Zhan walked to the sofa and sat down on Song Ci in his arms. He hugged Song Ci like a child . "Can you forgive this despicable me? Just give me this chance, okay?"
Song Ci was sullen in his arms and didn't speak.
That night, Song Ci allowed Han Zhan to go back to his room to sleep. Lying on the familiar bed filled with Song Ci's body fragrance, Han Zhan's spirit, which had been tense for several days, finally relaxed.
Beside Song Ci, Han Zhan soon fell asleep.
The next morning, after Han Zhan woke up for morning exercise and was about to go to work, his cell phone rang suddenly, it was a text message.
The subordinates never send text messages to Han Zhan, and they always call and report directly when they have something to report. Han Zhan opened the text message box and saw that the text message was from Song Ci. He looked up to the second floor in surprise, Song Ci might still be asleep in the room, he didn't see anyone.
Han Zhan opened the mailbox, saw Song Ci and said, "Whether I will forgive you or not depends on your performance."]
Han Zhan frowned instantly.
He came to the door of the master bedroom and knocked on the door. Song Ci didn't make a sound inside, but Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was awake. He told Song Ci: "I went to work, and I shouldn't work overtime at night. I cooked cod and seaweed dumplings, so get up and eat."
After Han Zhan left, Song Ci quickly opened the door and came downstairs.
Sure enough, there was a bowl of dumplings on the stove in the kitchen. Song Ci brought the dumplings to the dining room and checked Weibo while eating.
As she expected, #白斯国际CEO Han Zhan# has become the hottest topic on Weibo. Song Ci's private messages on Weibo have exploded, and both fans and non-fans have come to leave messages with her asking about the relationship between Han Zhan and Zeus International.
Song Ci didn't even bother to explain. She thought about it and changed her Weibo profile directly. It turns out that Song Ci's Weibo profile is: fashionista, styling consultant for Murphy Fashion Magazine.
At eight o'clock in the morning on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, netizens who followed Song Ci all discovered that Song Ci had updated his Weibo profile. The new profile only had nine words—
Song Ci, the proprietress of Zeus International.
!
Just nine words, worth hundreds of millions.
On this day, Song Ci's WeChat text messages were also bombarded by her friends. She felt noisy, so she simply put away her phone and stayed at home to watch TV all day.
When it was almost noon, someone knocked on the door suddenly.
Song Ci glanced outside through the peephole, and seeing that it was Uncle Zhong, she quickly opened the door. "Uncle Zhong, so it's you?" She invited Zhong Buhui into the room and poured him hot tea.
"Uncle Zhong, why are you free to come here today?"
Zhong Buhui told Song Ci: "It's like this, Miss Song, my son bought a new house the year before last, and just moved to a new house this year. He picked me up to celebrate the New Year with him. I haven't celebrated the New Year with him for several years. This is not moving to a new house. Well, I just want to spend the New Year with him."
"That's a good thing!" Uncle Zhong was going to celebrate the New Year with his son, so grandpa would be alone. Song Ci understood Zhong Buhui's reason for coming, and before Zhong Buhui could explain his purpose, Song Ci said, "Uncle Zhong, don't worry, just go, don't worry about Grandpa, Brother Han and I will go to a villa in Mid-Levels to celebrate the New Year this year."
He knew that Song Ci was an exquisite and good girl, and when Zhong Buhui heard what she said, the smile on his face became much warmer.
"That's a good relationship. The old man originally wanted to ask you to go to the New Year together, but he was afraid that you young people had plans of his own, so he didn't call. But he bought the meat early, and specially set aside a small room for you to smoke the bacon And sausages, you are lucky this year!"
Song Ci felt a little worried about her weight in the next year when she thought of the enthusiasm Han Aoyu fed her.
After sending Zhong Buhui away, the part-time worker also came to clean up on time.
Chinese New Year is approaching, today is the last big cleaning before the year, to go to the old and welcome the new, to clear the filth. Today's workload is relatively heavy, so the part-time auntie brought her daughter who is in high school to help.
Song Ci couldn't just sit still, she also put on a mask, and took a vacuum cleaner to help the part-time aunt do hygiene together. It took two hours to finish a big cleaning. It's hard to imagine that a house that is cleaned every three days can still sweep out so much dirt.
Song Ci took off the mask, washed her hands, and stopped the aunt and her daughter who were about to leave. "Aunt Shu, wait a minute. I'll decorate some fruit for you, and you can take it back and give it to your family to eat together."
Auntie and Song Ci were also old acquaintances. Knowing that Song Ci was polite and kind, Aunt Zhong agreed.
In the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, I will go back to the Banshan Villa. There are still many fruits in the refrigerator at home. Song Ci doesn't want to waste them, so she packs all the fruits for Aunt Shu.
"Here, Aunt Shu."
Aunt Shu was taken aback, "So much?"
"Not much. This year we are going to grandpa's place for the New Year. We have a lot of fruit at home, and we can't finish it. Aunt Shu, take it back and eat it. Don't waste it."
Hearing what Song Ci said, Aunt Shu didn't shirk anymore.
Song Ci took out another red envelope from her bag and gave it to Aunt Zhong's daughter. "Your name is Xiaolan, right? It's almost Chinese New Year, and my sister gave you a red envelope. You accept it. I wish you a good university entrance exam next year."
Xiaolan was a little surprised, she didn't accept the red envelope, but looked back at Aunt Zhong. Seeing her mother nodding, Xiaolan accepted the red envelope, thanked Song Ci, and left with her mother.
Song Ci leaned against the door, looked at the back of Aunt Shu and Xiaolan leaving with their companions, and suddenly thought of Du Tingting. In her first year at Mu's house, Du Tingting also wrapped her a big red envelope on the day of Chinese New Year.
Song Ci's heart aches when she thinks of Du Tingting. She really wanted to pay homage to Du Tingting, but there was not even a tombstone after Du Tingting died. -
Zeus International only had a holiday on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. Han Zhan turned off the lights in the office and went downstairs by the exclusive stairs. Song Ci was waiting for him in front of the building, and Han Zhan didn't go to the underground garage, but went straight out of the lobby on the first floor.
When he came out of the elevator hall, all the employees stopped and nodded to him in respect: "Mr. Han, happy new year."
"President Han, are you off work? Happy New Year!"
"Mr. Han, Happy New Year!"
Han Zhan was still a little uncomfortable being called Mr. Han by so many people all of a sudden, but his face was tense, and he looked calm and domineering. "Well, happy new year." He quickened his pace and walked towards the exit of the company.
Without searching deliberately, Han Zhan saw Song Ci at a glance.
Song Ci was wearing a white shirt, paired with a black A-line long skirt, wrapped in a dark purple windbreaker, with a curvaceous and sexy figure.
She was standing in the sun wearing toad sunglasses, her long legs were gracefully overlapping, and the eight centimeter high heels made her long legs even more slender and straight. Song Ci was leaning against a red McLaren supercar, as beautiful as a superstar on a movie poster.
Seeing Han Zhan coming down, Song Ci took off the toad mirror and patted it in the palm of her hand. She raised her chin slightly to look at Han Zhan, and asked him, "How is it? Do you have the aura of Zeus International's proprietress?" On the scene, she also deliberately took out her mysterious weapon, the Toad Mirror.
In front of Song Ci, President Han couldn't help but want to laugh.
He walked towards Song Ci, stretched out his index finger to hook away Song Ci's sunglasses, and put them on for Song Ci again. Staring at the beautiful porcelain-white face in his palm, Han Zhan suddenly bent down and kissed Song Ci's lips.
Knowing that Song Ci was wearing lipstick, Han Zhan's kiss was very gentle. "Miss Boss, you look so beautiful today."
The proprietress who was kissed by the boss blushed a little. Touching the sports car behind him, Song Ci looked at the clear blue sky, cleared his throat, and said, "Then what, the car is not bad, I like it."
Han Zhan said: "I chose it specially for you. How can the proprietress not have a standard supercar? The license plate number sc811 is Song Ci and Song Ci's birthday."
Song Ci couldn't help pursing her lips and smiling. "It's not bad, it's easy to remember." She was already happy in her heart, but she still looked calm.
"Just remember it." Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "Who will drive?"
Song Ci said: "I drove it here, you can drive it when you go back."
"good."
The sports car is for two people. When Han Zhan opened the door and was about to get in, he found a pair of flat sneakers where the driver's seat put his feet. Imagining the scene where Song Ci parked his car downstairs in Yulong Building and hid in the car, taking off his sneakers and putting on high heels, Han Zhan's eyes were filled with a smile.
"It's not safe to drive in high heels. Just put your sneakers in the car. Remember to change your shoes when you drive." Han Zhan touched Song Ci's soft black hair and couldn't help but praise her: "Cibao is so good."
Song Ci patted Han Zhan's hand away.
It is said that after a quarrel between husband and wife, the relationship will be sublimated. Song Ci noticed that Han Zhan seemed to be more pampered to him than before. When shopping in the supermarket, Han Zhan would take anything that Song Ci took a second look at, directly into the cart.
In the end they bought three carts, and the staff helped them deliver them to the garage. The cargo box of the sports car was too small to fit. In the end, Han Zhan called an online car-hailing service and asked the driver to take the things home.
In the evening, Song Ci made a special trip downstairs and brought Jiang Bi some fruits and chocolates. She thinks girls should like to eat this. Jiang Bi accepted the gift, and Song Ci opened the door the next morning, and saw a box of Yakult placed in front of her house.
On the packaging bag of Yakult, there are four words written—
Thank you.
Jiang Bi.
Song Ci raised her eyebrows, thinking that the neighbor is quite cute.
Yakult is a good thing, cheap and delicious.
Song Ci moved the things into the house. She opened a can of Yakult and drank half of it when Han Zhan reached out and snatched it away. "What do you drink cold in winter?" Han Zhan threw the things into the trash can, and after a while, he came over with a glass of warm water and stuffed it into Song Ci's hand.
Song Ci didn't refute him, and just drank the cup of lukewarm water.
I haven't drank warm water for a few days, and Song Ci misses this taste very much.
After breakfast, Han Zhan called Song Ci into the study. Before entering the study, Song Ci imagined many scenarios. She thought that Han Zhan was going to give her a New Year's red envelope or a New Year's gift, but when she arrived in the study, Han Zhan just handed her a piece of ink.
"Porcelain, can you ink ink?"
Song Ci held the piece of Hui ink, her smile was a little stiff. "Ink ink?"
"Um."
Song Ci said, "Yes."
Song Ci stood by the desk, ink-inking honestly. Han Zhan spread out a piece of red paper, took a writing brush, took off the glove of his right hand, took out the prosthetic limb, and pinched the shaft of the writing brush with only his thumb and ring finger. He dipped the tip of the pen in ink and wrote a sentence on the red paper —
Min'an and Guotai are in prosperity.
Song Ci's eyes lit up, "Brother Han's calligraphy is really good."
Han Zhan said, "This is what my grandma asked my husband to teach me."
"Brother Han's husband must be a great writer."
"Well, Master Cheng An is my calligraphy teacher."
"Master Cheng An, I know that his calligraphy is really good. I remember five years ago, a copybook written by him was auctioned for a high price of three million."
"Um."
"It's a pity that the old man has passed away, so I didn't have the honor to meet you." Song Ci wrote well with a pen, especially the thin gold body, but she was not very good at brush calligraphy.
"Mr. walked away very peacefully. When you are old, you have to leave." Han Zhan looked at it very openly, and he told Song Ci: "There is a calligraphy master next to you. If you want to learn, I will teach you."
"Don't." Song Ci smiled mischievously, and said, "I'm afraid that the apprentice will starve to death after learning the master."
"That's up to you."
While speaking, Han Zhan put the written couplet aside and pressed it with a pen holder to let it dry. On another piece of paper, he wrote "A Praise for the New Year with Good Weather".
Before writing the horizontal batch, Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What do you write in the horizontal batch?"
Song Ci smiled slightly, "What else can it be, Guotai Min'an."
"Well, you have the most eloquent mouth, so I will listen to you."
Han Zhan wrote down the words Guotai Minan, and then put down the brush. He began to wear prosthetics, and said while wearing them: "Cibao, I will leave our family's couplets to you, and I will take this pair to the villa in Banshan later."
"good."
Song porcelain writing brushes are poorly written, but they are not incapable of writing. Standing aside, Han Zhan saw Song Ci write in the first couplet——
The mountains are good, the water is good, the daughter-in-law is good.
He raised his eyebrows, but he didn't stop Song Ci's performance, thinking that Song Ci's brush calligraphy looked like that.
In the second couplet, Song Ci wrote—
Silver begets gold begets daughters.
Horizontal batch—
Song porcelain will be born.
After reading it, Han Zhan silently applauded, "Well written!"
Song Ci also learned from Han Zhan, putting the couplets on the bookshelf to find something to press and dry.
As soon as the couplets were finished, Song Ci couldn't wait to post the couplets he had written in front of the gate. The reason why she is so bold is that she knows that no one else will see this exclusive house. If someone really came, Song Ci would not stick them on the door.
Without lunch, the couple took couplets and some daily necessities bought yesterday to the villa in the middle of the mountain.
When passing by the old house of Cheng's family, Song Ci looked at the Cheng's family outside the window, her thoughts flew away. The Cheng family celebrates the New Year very grandly and respects the rules. Song Ci spent five or six years in Cheng's family, and none of them was easy and happy.
Seeing her looking at the gate of Cheng's house, Han Zhan put one hand on Song Ci's head, straightened her cheeks, and made her look at the forest ahead. "Look at what other people do, look at your own."
Song Ci stared at her home in Banshan Villa and laughed.
The old man got up early, although Zhong Buhui went to his son's place to celebrate the New Year, but the two guards were still by his side. The yard of the Banshan villa was cleaned, and red lanterns were hung under the eaves.
As soon as Song Ci got off the car, she smelled the aroma of food.
Hearing the sound of the car, Han Aoyu came out of the house. He was wearing a long army green coat and a winter hat to keep out the cold, just like any old man in the village. Song Ci suspected that the Han family owned a military coat wholesale factory, and Han Zhan also had a few of the same coats.
Seeing Han Zhan coming, Han Aoyu said to him, "I'm just waiting for your couplet."
"Brought it."
Han Zhan and Song Ci pasted up the couplets, and Han Aoyu stared at the words Guotai Min'an, his eyes became reminiscent. They have gone through many turbulent periods in their life, and 'National Peace and Minan' is his lifelong ideal.
Some people died in turbulent times, some survived turbulent years hoping for peaceful years, and some lived in peaceful times but tried to plan a disaster. Only those who have lived a life of ups and downs know the value of the words Guotai Minan.
Han Aoyu laughed and patted Han Zhan on the shoulder, he said: "Zhan Zhan, people of your generation have never suffered from what we have suffered, but you have to remember that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world! You are above all today President, but don't forget, you came from the village, and your grandfather was the son of a farmer."
"You have to understand one more thing. China has the world's richest man. It has a completely different meaning from the world's richest man coming from China. It is not to fight the enemy to defend the country is to serve the country with loyalty, and to lead the people to prosperity together. Isn't it not to serve the country with loyalty? "
Han Zhan listened humbly, he could understand grandpa's good intentions, staring at grandpa's increasingly aging face, Han Zhan's heart softened, and he told Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will always remember, I It's a Chinese."
Han Aoyu looked at his grandson who was half a head taller than himself, and nodded in relief.
"Ah, I'm still stewing pig's trotters in the pot, I'll go and have a look. Girl Song, you and Zhan Zhan are here to help too."
"good."
Looking at her grandfather's back, Song Ci frowned, and she said, "I heard from Uncle Zhong that my grandfather's sleep quality has dropped a lot this month." Once the elderly start having trouble sleeping, their health will be greatly compromised.
Han Aoyu is over eighty years old, and his life is probably coming to an end soon. The words he said today are not explaining his last words
Zhong Buhui would regularly report to Han Zhan on the changes in the old man's life and schedule. Grandpa's health is not as good as before, so how could Han Zhan not know? "Let's go, let's help him prepare the reunion dinner."
"good."
For this reunion dinner, they cooked a total of twelve dishes. Han Aoyu is a very particular old man, he cooks all the traditional dishes that must be cooked during the Spring Festival, Song Ci stared at the table full of big fish and meat, and his heart was deeply touched.
She poured herself a glass of coconut milk and half a glass of wine for Han Aoyu. "Come on, grandpa, Song Ci wishes grandpa good health in the new year!"
Han Aoyu waved his hand, "And I'm about to die." Ordinary old people are very taboo to say such things at the reunion dinner table, but Han Aoyu is a person who can see openly. He pointed to Song Ci's belly and said: "I I just look forward to seeing your children this year!"
Song Ci froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "I will fight for it!"
Han Aoyu laughed out loud.
The three had a reunion dinner, and Han Aoyu gave Song Ci a car key.
Song Ci looked confused, thinking that grandpa was going to give her a car as a New Year's gift? Thinking this way in my heart, I heard Han Aoyu say: "Song girl, go and open the car, there is a surprise."
Song Ci ran to the garage with anticipation and opened the trunk of the old man's Aoyu-1. After seeing the contents of the trunk, Song Ci hurriedly called Han Zhan over.
"Brother Han, Brother Han, come quickly!"
Han Zhan thought something was wrong, he didn't change his shoes, so he ran to the garage in slippers. Seeing the fireworks piled up in the trunk, Han Zhan felt helpless, "That's it?"
"I haven't played it for many years. I haven't played it since the ban on smoking in the city."
Song Ci hurriedly called Han Zhan to move the fireworks to the yard together, and they arranged the fireworks into a heart shape. Song Ci asked Han Zhan to pull out the fuse. She took a lighter, stepped forward and lit one.
Song Ci was very courageous. After ordering one, he ordered the second one. Han Zhan watched in fear, for fear that Song Ci would be hurt by the fireworks. But Song Ci has always been lucky, and he didn't get hurt when he lit all the fireworks.
Song Ci ran to Han Zhan's side and looked up at the fireworks with him.
Han Aoyu stood behind the window of the room, staring at the grandson and grandson-in-law in the yard, with a loving expression on his face. Finally, someone loves his Zhan Zhan, and he can feel at ease.
This is Song Ci Han Zhan's first time staying in a villa in the middle of the mountain. The sheets are replaced with new ones, and the house is very quiet, but Song Ci is still not used to it. No drowsiness.
Seeing that Song Ci was in good spirits, Han Zhan asked her, "Don't you want to sleep?"
"can not fall asleep."
Hearing this, Han Zhan suddenly turned over and landed on her body. "You said today that you want to give birth to a daughter."
Song Ci: "Isn't it good to have a daughter?"
"It's not bad." He pressed his finger on Song Ci's shoulder a few times, and Han Zhan hinted at Song Ci: "It's quite cold,"-
On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Song Ci woke up after a full sleep, and when she went downstairs, she saw Han Zhan sitting on a small wooden bench in the yard, with a knife in his hand, splitting bamboo. Song Ci walked over to have a look, but didn't see what Han Zhan was doing.
"What are you doing?"
Han Zhan said: "I have nothing to do, I plan to make a crib."
"You still make cribs?"
"It shouldn't be difficult."
Han Zhan did what he said and did it all day long. Song Ci had nothing to do, so he stayed in the study and read a book, and found that Han Zhan had also read Mr. Jin Yong's book before. Song Ci opened a book of eight parts of the sky, and saw a piece of yellowed paper pressed on the first page , which records Han Zhan's personal views on this book.
Han Zhan wrote—
Duan Yu can be described in one word - scum.
He is the most caring man I have ever seen, seeing one and loving the other, such a man, my grandma can kill a group of people with a shovel.
Song Ci couldn't help but laugh.
I can't tell that Han Zhan was so cute when he was a child. She lost all interest in the novels on the bookshelf, but became interested in Han Zhan's annotations.
Song Ci read several books in a row, and was so teased that she couldn't stop laughing, and her stomach hurt a little later.
After reading six or seven articles in a row for approval, Song Ci took out another booklet, and as soon as he opened it, he was shocked by the photos inside. To be precise, it was the eyes of the child in the picture that frightened Song Ci.
The child's eyes were as dark and cold as a poisonous snake, and Song Ci's blood cooled down when he stared at him with a gloomy gaze.
She breathed a sigh of relief before she dared to look down at the child in the picture carefully.
It was a little boy with no shirt on. The little boy was sitting on the bed. His arms were full of pinholes, like ants clinging to them, and some of them had scars.
What a beast, to treat a child like this!
There are several photos under the photo, all of which are the same protagonist, and in each photo, the protagonist has scars on his body. Song Ci vaguely guessed the identity of this person, and her heart was about to explode.
Below the picture is the case information sheet. Because it has been too long, there are insect bites on the medical record sheet.
Patient: Han Zhan.
Age: 6 years old+
Condition: Due to being injected with multiple toxins all year round, the patient is mentally disturbed and has poor physical development. He has a tendency to commit suicide and masochism. He is preliminarily judged to be suffering from severe depression and autism
Song Ci was so frightened that she directly closed the case booklet.
(end of this chapter)