"Grandpa!" Song Ci was taken aback, and quickly ran towards Grandpa.
Han Aoyu fell to the ground, grabbed the tree trunk behind him, and struggled to sit up on his knees.
Seeing Song Ci running over, Han Aoyu was shocked, and quickly shouted at her, "Song girl, be careful, don't run, I can get up by myself." A little cub.
Seeing that Han Aoyu could still yell at people, Song Ci was relieved.
She stopped running, supported her big belly, and walked over quickly.
When Han Aoyu fell, he hit his head on the trunk of a podocarpus tree with a thick bowl behind him. He knelt on the ground and rubbed the back of his head, and said to Song Ci, "Look at the back of my head, is there any bag?"
Song Ci pulled out the old man's white hair, took a closer look, and then shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like it. Grandpa, how do you feel now, do you have a headache?"
Han Aoyu touched the back of his head again and said, "I don't feel any pain."
Song Ci stretched out his hand to Han Aoyu, and said, "Come on, Grandpa, I'll help you up."
"No, this old man fell down and has to get up by himself."
This is common sense, and Song Ci usually remembers it, but she panicked when she saw her grandfather fall, so she forgot about it.
Song Ci withdrew her hand and watched the old man stand up slowly while supporting the Podocarpus pine.
Han Aoyu shook his legs and teased himself: "Hey, I can walk without twisting my feet!"
"Grandpa, let's sit and rest for a while."
Song Ci supported Han Aoyu's arm and led him to the chair.
Zhong Buhui walked over with tea, he said: "Song girl, what was your name just now?"
Song Ci ignored Han Aoyu's pleading gaze, and told Zhong Buhui: "Grandpa fell down just now, and I was terrified."
"Is it?"
Zhong Buhui also changed his face.
He quickly put down his teacup, walked in front of Han Aoyu, looked Han Aoyu up and down many times, and then asked him: "Old man, is there anything uncomfortable?"
Han Aoyu shook his head, "It's okay, I'm resistant to falling."
"You are not a rock, you can still withstand falling!" Zhong Buhui asked Song Ci: "Where did the old man fall?"
Song Ci said: "It seems to have touched the head, Uncle Zhong, check to see if there is a bag on the back of Grandpa's head. When I looked at it just now, it was just a little red."
Zhong Buhui pulled out the old man's hair, looked at it, and said, "There is really a little bulge."
"No, I have to go to the hospital!" Song Ci said.
Zhong Buhui also agreed with Song Ci's approach.
"Grandpa, go to the hospital for an examination."
Han Aoyu waved his hand, he said: "When you are old, what to check. If there is something wrong, it is not easy to treat. When you are old, you have to obey the old."
Han Aoyu soon became alive and well, and even ate half a bowl of rice at night.
When Han Zhan came back at night, Song Ci took a shower and told him about it. "Grandpa fell in the vegetable garden this afternoon, hit his head on a podocarpus, and picked up a small bag. I told Uncle Zhong to ask him to go to the hospital, but he refused."
"Brother Han, can you take a rest tomorrow morning and take grandpa to the hospital for an examination? This head is not somewhere else. If there is a bruise, it will be troublesome."
Han Zhan was startled by the news.
"Bumped on the head?"
"Well. Grandpa was planting potatoes at the time, so he might have been a little anxious when he got up."
Han Zhan's face darkened, and he said helplessly, "He still drinks secretly. I really don't know what to say about him."
Han Zhan put on his coat and went downstairs in slippers.
He came to the first floor and knocked on Han Aoyu's door.
Han Aoyu had already fallen asleep.
Han Zhan pushed open the door.
He approached the bed, hearing Han Aoyu's regular snoring, he couldn't laugh or cry. "Grandpa, don't pretend, I know you're awake."
Elderly people doze off less at night, how can they fall asleep so easily.
Han Aoyu lost face when Han Zhan saw through the disguise.
He opened his eyes, glared at Han Zhan, and asked him, "Why? Did you come to see my jokes, or did you come to teach me a lesson?"
Han Zhan snorted coldly, "Isn't it right to teach you a lesson? I told you not to drink or drink, and you still drank secretly!" Han Zhan went to see the wine box today and found that the mark on the wine box had been touched.
Don't think about it, grandpa must have drunk again this morning.
Han Aoyu let out a hey, and said, "You little bastard, forgot how I brought you up with shit and piss before, and now you want to drink wine, you are like a thieves guard."
Han Aoyu spoke out of anger. "Grandchildren, grandchildren, they really are not close."
He also feels wronged, he has no other bad habits when he is old, but loves to drink a few sips. Han Aoyu doesn't drink too much, he never lets himself get drunk, he always has a drink or two.
But Han Zhan took care of him, just like taking care of children, very strict.
Han Zhan was too lazy to quarrel with Han Aoyu, he said: "After dinner tomorrow morning, I will take you to the hospital for an examination. You have knocked out your bag, you must go to the hospital."
Han Aoyu couldn't refuse Han Zhan's decision.
Han Aoyu himself felt guilty about the fall today, and the old man felt even more guilty when he thought of delaying Han Zhan's work time tomorrow.
Seeing how cooperative Grandpa was, Han Zhan's expression brightened.
Staring at Han Aoyu's legs hidden under the quilt, Han Zhan frowned, and asked concerned: "Grandpa, besides the head, is there any other injury?"
Han Aoyu snorted, and said in a low voice: "My buttocks seem to be green, and it hurts when I sit."
Han Zhan: "."
He went to the shelf, fetched a bottle of Dieda wine and returned to his room.
Han Aoyu reluctantly took off his pants and lay down on the bed.
Older people have loose skin on their bodies, which is not pretty and feels weird to the touch. But Han Zhan didn't dislike it. He first poured the medicinal wine on the old man's skin and rubbed it vigorously with his palm to let the medicinal wine work.
Han Aoyu sighed, he said: "Hey, I'm really old. Grandpa used to be so majestic, but now hey, a hero doesn't mention his bravery in the past."
Han Zhan knew that the old man must be in a bad mood, he said: "Compared to other old people, grandpa is already in good health."
"That's true. Those old guys who fought and worked together in the past are almost gone." Now the remaining few are just like grudges. It depends on who can live longer.
Han Zhan said, "Then you should be content."
Han Aoyu shook his head and said, "It's too old to be dissatisfied!"
Han Aoyu screwed on the lid of the medicinal wine bottle, "It's done."
Grandpa lifted up the pajama pants by himself, and he turned over, facing Han Zhan. Looking at Han Zhan's handsome and deep face, Han Aoyu suddenly said with emotion: "When I brought you back, your face was thin and not as big as your grandma's palm."
"How come you are so old without knowing it, and I am old too."
Han Zhan said, "It's been more than twenty years."
"I want to live for two more years." Han Aoyu looked at the ceiling and said longingly, "I want to spend a few more years with the little ones."
"Then quit drinking!"
Grandpa said nothing.
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Han Zhan went back upstairs and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.
He got under the covers, and Song Ci smelled the smell of medicinal wine left on Han Zhan's body. She asked Han Zhan, "Where did Grandpa fall?"
"Ass fell."
Song Ci remembered that the grandfather did hit the butt first. "is it serious?"
"If it's green, it may hurt for two days."
"Did grandpa promise to go to the hospital with you tomorrow morning?"
"accepted."
Hearing this, Song Ci was relieved.
Early the next morning, when Song Ci woke up, her surroundings were already cold.
It seems that Han Zhan got up for a while.
Song Ci touched his mouth, feeling a little aggrieved.
Recently, Han Zhan came back late and got up early. It seemed that he hadn't kissed her good morning for a long time.
After Song Ci changed her clothes and came downstairs, she saw Han Zhan squatting next to a cardboard box to organize things. Zhong Buhui handed bottle after bottle of wine to Han Zhan.
Under Han Aoyu's unwilling gaze, Han Zhan put the wine neatly into the paper box.
"What are you doing?" Song Ci didn't understand their play.
Before Han Zhan and Zhong Buhui spoke, Han Aoyu turned around, stared at Song Ci with aggrieved eyes, and complained to her: "My good grandson, he is going to lose the good wine that I have treasured for many years."
"In there, there are all wines given to me by old friends! The old guys are buried in the ground, but the wine they gave me is still there. Seeing wine is like meeting people. I often think about people when I see things. But Han Zhan This guy, lost my wine, I didn't even think about it."
Han Aoyu found a good excuse for his love of wine.
Song Ci was not moved by Han Aoyu's touching speech.
She walked to Zhong Buhui's side and helped Zhong Buhui pass the wine to Han Zhan. While working, Song Ci came up with an idea: "Brother Han, it's a waste to lose so much wine, why not donate it."
Han Zhan said: "I think so too. These are all treasured Maotai, and they are worth a lot of money."
Han Zhan raised his head and glanced at Han Aoyu, he said, "Let's take it out for auction, and the money from the sale will be donated to the nursing home, okay?"
Han Aoyu wanted to refuse.
Han Zhan said again: "Grandpa, those old people in the nursing home have no wives, no children and grandchildren, they are very pitiful."
"You can buy them a warm quilt and down jacket with the money you sell these few bottles of Moutai."
Hearing this, Song Ci turned around, looked at Han Aoyu with sparkling eyes, and said, "Grandpa, doing good deeds is to accumulate virtue for the children."
The high hat of "Ji De" was placed on Han Aoyu's head, and Han Aoyu really couldn't say the words of rejection.
He reluctantly waved at the wine, "Take it away, take it away, I won't drink it!"
He still wants to live two more years to be with his great-granddaughter, so he should stop drinking.
On the same day, Han Zhan sent the box of Moutai to the auction house in the name of Han Aoyu. Three days later, good news came that the six bottles of wine had been auctioned for a sky-high price of three million.
And the bottle of Moutai that Han Aoyu had drunk half of in Kaifeng was sold for a sky-high price of 600,000!
Think about it, what an honor it would be to have a sip of the Moutai that Han Aoyu once drank!
After Han Zhan got the money, he donated it to a dilapidated nursing home in the west in the name of Han Aoyu that day.
Han Aoyu is a net worm.
When he found out that his donation was reported by a media on Weibo, he couldn't help reposting that Weibo and leaving a comment saying—
[Wine money is a foreign thing, if you don’t bring it with you when you die, I’m already old, and keeping it is a waste, so why report it?]
Seeing that Han Aoyu reposted that comment, his little fans and grandchildren left messages one after another—
Military fans: Mr. Han is really generous, his ideological awareness is high!
Beauty: Mr. Han, look here, I want to show my heart to you!
Sister Yutu loves to eat fish: Look, how honest these old military strategists are, and donate such a precious Moutai. We have to learn from Mr. Han.
Little sweetheart: Upstairs, you can learn from Mr. Han. First of all, you must have six bottles of the special edition Moutai.
Being sought after by this group of children, Han Aoyu's heart was bubbling with beauty.
He was lying in the yard humming a little song, flicking his feet, not to mention how comfortable he was.
Outside the courtyard door, there was the sound of a car suddenly.
Han Aoyu opened his eyes, stared at the courtyard door, and saw the guard open the door.
A silver-gray car drove in, and a tall and tall man stepped out of the car. It was Shen Yubei who hadn't seen him for a long time.
Shen Yubei saw Han Aoyu lying in the yard basking in the sun. Standing beside the car, Shen Yubei bowed respectfully to say hello to Han Aoyu, "Old man, you are basking in the sun."
"It's Yubei!"
Han Aoyu sat up.
Sitting down made his butt hurt a little, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.
Seeing this, Shen Yubei thought that he had done something wrong and offended Han Aoyu, so he was a little confused. Shen Yubei stood there, bewildered like a child.
"I fell yesterday and my bones hurt." With Han Aoyu's explanation, Shen Yubei realized that he had misunderstood.
"Old man, you have to be careful, this man is old, and falling is not a joke."
"Well, Han Zhan took me to the hospital for an examination a few days ago, and I'm fine."
"That's good."
Seeing Shen Yubei holding a small box in his hand, Han Aoyu asked him, "Looking for Song Ci?"
"Yes, is Song Ci at home?"
"I went for the prenatal checkup, and I'll be back in a while." Han Aoyu invited Shen Yubei to have lunch at home, and Shen Yubei had nothing to do today, so he agreed.
The two sat in the courtyard and chatted.
Although Shen Yubei is engaged in art, he covers a wide range of subjects, and Shen Yubei can chat with him about many topics that Han Aoyu is concerned about.
Seeing Shen Yubei's extensive knowledge, Han Aoyu looked at him differently. Han Aoyu is a rough man who wields knives and guns, so he especially respects cultural people like Shen Yubei. Back then, Han Zhan's grandmother was a literary artist.
Han Aoyu is obsessed with her, so obsessed.
The two chatted speculatively, and Song Ci came back.
Long Yu sent Song Ci home and left.
Song Ci was a little surprised to see Shen Yubei here. "Teacher, when did you come and how long have you been waiting? Why don't you call me?"
"Your maternity check, why should I urge you?"
Shen Yubei handed Song Ci the box that was placed by his lap, and said, "I'm here to send the first sample of the movie."
Hearing the word movie, Song Ci was stunned for a while, and then realized belatedly that she is also a woman who has made big Hollywood movies.
Song Ci took the sample and asked Shen Yubei, "Teacher, have you seen it?"
"Well, your second master came back the day before yesterday, and he watched it with me."
"How is it?" Song Ci looked at Shen Yubei expectantly, and asked, "Am I doing well? Am I stunning?"
Shen Yubei stared at Song Ci's round and fat face for a few seconds before saying, "Your performance looks okay, as for whether it's beautiful or not?"
"It's all about lighting and post-processing."
As soon as Shen Yubei said this, Song Ci wanted to hit someone.
"I don't believe it!"
Song Ci asked Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, do you want to watch the samples with me?"
"Is that the movie you went to France to shoot?" Han Aoyu is not a movie lover, especially the kind of long-flowing literary and artistic movies. But Han Aoyu is still looking forward to the movie made by Song Ci.
"Yeah, the samples are out, grandpa and I can watch it together."
"Well."
And Shen Yubei, who had watched the sample once, watched it again with Song Ci and Han Aoyu.
Han Aoyu looked at the beginning of the movie and said, "This must be a romance movie."
Song Ci: "No, it's mainly about the life of an autistic music genius. It's a biopic."
"Then who are you playing in the movie?" Han Aoyu asked curiously.
Song Ci was silent for a while before saying, "The hero's girlfriend."
Han Aoyu's eyes widened, "Are you playing someone else's girlfriend?"
Song Ci was a little embarrassed and blushed.
He was obviously innocent, but he felt embarrassed that he cheated on another man and was caught by Grandpa Han Zhan.
Han Aoyu rubbed his palms against his trousers a few times, and asked again: "Then do you answer your questions? I watch the current movies, and there are not many people who don't answer their questions."
Song Ci's mouth was tightly closed, like a clam shell.
Shen Yubei looked at Song Ci who was fidgeting amusedly, and thought: You girl also has today.
Zhong Buhui, who passed behind them, also stopped and looked at Song Ci curiously.
So have you kissed
Song Ci's scalp was numb. What to do, in the movie, she kissed the male lead! If my grandfather saw it, how would I explain it
Song Ci can be regarded as experiencing what it feels like to shoot a rock in the foot.
Under the watchful eyes of Shen Yubei and Han Aoyu, Song Ci shook her head calmly, and she said: "My scene is only half an hour in total, no kiss scene."
Han Aoyu let out an oh, but didn't say anything.
Song Ci suddenly said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
In the third trimester of pregnancy, it is normal for a pregnant woman to urinate a lot, Han Aoyu did not suspect that Song Ci was lying.
Song Ci ran to the toilet, stayed for a while, then quietly came to the front of the electric box, and pulled down the switch with a guilty conscience.
Song Ci pulled the switch, and heard Han Aoyu muttering in the living room: "Why is the power cut off?"
As soon as Song Ci turned around, he saw a big man standing behind him.
"My mother!" Song Ci patted her chest and accused Zhong Buhui: "Uncle Zhong, who are you trying to scare by standing here silently?"
Zhong Buhui pointed to the electric box and said, "I saw it just now."
Song Ci quickly raised her finger to her mouth, "Hush!"
Zhong Buhui guessed the reason why Song Ci turned off the electricity, and he was a little bit dumbfounded. "Okay, I won't say it."
Song Ci: "Thank you, Uncle Zhong."
Zhong Buhui returned to the living room, and heard Han Aoyu say: "Buhui, is it a power outage, or a trip at home?"
"Maybe it's tripped. The circuit is aging. I'll check what's wrong." Zhong Buhui smiled at Song Ci, then went to the tool room to pick up the tools, and pretended to check the tools.
Song Ci came back from 'going to the toilet' and said to Han Aoyu, "It seems that the movie won't be finished."
"Then we'll see it tonight."
Han Aoyu took Shen Yubei to chat again, and forgot about watching the movie. Shen Yubei and Han Aoyu moved to the tea room to drink tea. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Ci taking out the sample secretly, and the corner of his mouth couldn't hold back a smile.
Little Fox!
After lunch, Shen Yubei got up to say goodbye.
Song Ci went to see Shen Yubei off and left the house. When Han Aoyu could no longer hear her, Song Ci asked Shen Yubei: "Teacher, how are you and Rongrong's godmother?"
Shen Yubei's ears were slightly red, and he said hesitantly: "Don't you know that she is very annoying. I tell her to stay away from me, but she can always find various reasons to appear in front of my eyes."
Song Ci smirked, thinking: If godmother Rongrong doesn't show up in front of you, I'm afraid you'll feel flustered and frightened, so find a reason to show off in front of her.
Song Ci smiled and said, "Teacher, when you get married, I will give you a big red envelope."
Shen Yubei blushed, turned into anger from embarrassment, and scolded Song Ci: "Shut up, did you make fun of the teacher like that!"
"hey-hey."
Song Ci sent Shen Yubei away, and then returned to the room with the sample, and looked at the sample with a laptop.
Seeing the woman who was as beautiful as a little fairy in the movie, Song Ci couldn't help but walk in front of the full-length mirror and look at herself now.
After she was pregnant, the family always made delicacies for her. Song Ci was not the kind of physique who could eat but not get fat. After several months of raising her, she gained dozens of catties.
Before she got pregnant, Song Ci, who was just over 1.7 meters tall, only weighed 100 catties. Now eight months pregnant, Song Ci has gained thirty catties!
She will continue to gain weight!
Song Ci pinched her round face, double chin, and fat legs, feeling suffocated.
When Han Zhan came back at night, he saw Song Ci sitting on the edge of the bed sullenly, looking through those beautiful photos of her. He tilted his head to look at the photos on Song Ci's phone, and said, "What do you always look at old photos for?"
Song Ci said: "I think I was very beautiful at that time."
"You are also beautiful now."
Although Song Ci has become fat, her facial features are still there, and she is still a fat beauty even if she is fat.
Song Ci was not comforted by Han Zhan's words.
Song Ci threw away the phone, she climbed out of bed, and stood barefoot on the wooden floor.
Song Ci turned around in front of Han Zhan so that Han Zhan could look at himself in 360 degrees.
Han Zhan:
"What are you doing? Going around in circles?" Han Zhan couldn't keep up with Song Ci's train of thought.
Song Ci pointed at her double chin and fat thighs, and she asked Han Zhan, "Brother Han, you said being fatter is cute, am I cute now?"
Han Zhan took a deep look at Song Ci and said, "Of course it's cute."
"How cute?"
Han Zhan racked his brains for a while and said, "So round and cute?" Like a baby panda.
Song Ci was struck by lightning.
She was about to cry.
That night, Song Ci didn't talk much, and Han Zhan was tired from work, so he didn't notice the change in Song Ci's mood.
For many days, Song Ci was depressed. By the time Han Zhan realized the seriousness of the problem, Song Ci's condition was already very bad.
It was late at night that Song Ci's mental state was found to be wrong.
That night, Han Zhan returned home after eleven o'clock at night. He gently pushed the door open, but saw Song Ci sitting on the bedside, still awake.
Seeing that Song Ci was still awake, Han Zhan was a little surprised.
Han Zhan turned on the light. "Cibao, why are you still awake? Are you waiting for me?"
Song Ci raised her head and stared at Han Zhan with a gloomy expression, her eyes scrutinized.
Han Zhan felt that Song Ci's eyes were a little weird.
Song Ci got up and got out of bed. She walked barefoot to Han Zhan's side, and sniffed Han Zhan's neck with her nose.
Song Ci smelled the wine, and she said in a bad tone: "You've been drinking."
Han Zhan felt sorry, he said: "I promised to quit drinking, but seeing my old friend today, I was so happy, I couldn't hold back and had a drink with him."
Song Ci said suddenly, "I called your assistant this afternoon."
Han Zhan: "Huh?"
Song Ci said: "Your assistant said that you leave work at five o'clock in the afternoon. But when I called you at six o'clock, you said you were very busy."
Han Zhan was stunned for a moment, realizing that Song Ci was doubting himself, his eyebrows twitched, he was a little annoyed, and he couldn't laugh or cry.
"I did get off work at five o'clock, because a friend of mine came to visit Dongcheng, called me, and invited me out for dinner."
"Do you still remember, I told you before that I had a very good buddy when I was in high school. After graduating from the college entrance examination, he joined the army with me. He brought his wife and children to visit Dongcheng today. We haven't seen each other for many years, and we are good brothers again, so I left work early and hosted a banquet for them."
Han Zhan explained it very clearly, but Song Ci still doubted Han Zhan as if he had got into a dead end.
Song Ci asked: "Then why didn't you take me there? Are you really going to see friends?" Song Ci began to get annoyed, and she said: "In recent months, when you go to meet friends or attend a reception, you Don't even take me there!"
"Han Zhan, is it because I'm pregnant, gaining weight, and becoming ugly? You don't like taking me out to embarrass yourself, so you don't take me!" Song Ci roared out the last words.
After being yelled at by Song Ci, Han Zhan was stunned.
He looked at Song Ci who suddenly lost his temper, and was a little shocked. "Cibao, why do you think so?" The Song Ci that Han Zhan knew was a confident and arrogant girl. When did she become like this
Suspicious, unconfident, bad tempered.
Han Zhan realized that there was something wrong with Song Ci's mentality.
Song Ci lifted up her pajamas, pointed at her big belly, and said with a painful expression: "Did you see my big belly and the ugly stretch marks on it? You think I'm ugly, so you don't love me anymore!"
She pinched the fat on her arm again, and asked Han Zhan nervously: "Seeing my arm thicker than other girls' calves, do you hate me? Have you found a more beautiful and younger one?" Is it a girl? Did you go to meet another woman tonight! "
Song Ci was like a hedgehog, erecting sharp thorns all over his body, and piercing each thorn into Han Zhan's flesh.
"Han Zhan, why did I become like this! I'm not thinking of our children, and I don't want to gain weight, but if I don't eat more, the children will not be nourished!"
"Han Zhan, how can you hate me! How can you despise me!"
Song Ci suddenly ran into the cloakroom, opened the cabinet door, and swept all the beautiful skirts, clothes, shoes and bags she bought before pregnancy to the floor.
Han Zhan chased to the door of the cloakroom, and when he saw Song Ci venting his anger on those clothes and shoes, he stopped and looked at the scene in shock.
Song Ci's appearance reminded Han Zhan of a disease——
depression.
Since when did Song Ci's state start to go wrong
Why didn't he notice it
Han Zhan was very worried about Song Ci and blamed himself.
It was he who ignored Song Ci.
Song Ci still felt overwhelmed, so she threw another set of beautiful jewels on the ground. When the jewels fell on the ground, one corner was broken.
Looking at the gorgeous jewels, Song Ci suddenly stopped her mischief. She raised her head, looked at Han Zhan who was standing under the door, and said suddenly, "Han Zhan, you haven't kissed me for twenty days in a row."
"You used to kiss me every morning. If I tease you a little, you will lose control and can't help it. But Han Zhan, you haven't touched me for a long time."
"Is it because I'm getting ugly? I'm getting fat?" Song Ci suddenly clasped the flesh on her arm, and she said, "It's all because of the fat! It's all about them!"
"Song Ci! Don't do this!" Han Zhan strode over quickly, separated Song Ci's hands, and clasped her arms behind her back.
Hugging Song Ci tightly, Han Zhanhou gasped heavily on top of Song Ci's head in fear.
Being held in Han Zhan's arms forcefully, Song Ci gradually calmed down.
After calming down, thinking of what she said and did just now, Song Ci was a little scared by her unreasonable self just now.
"Han Zhan, I didn't do it on purpose, I just..." Song Ci whispered with tears, "I'm just afraid, I'm so scared, I'm afraid that I won't lose weight anymore, I'm afraid that you will change your mind, and there will be someone outside ,I."
Song Ci didn't know what he was thinking. "Han Zhan, I really didn't mean to."
She felt that it was her fault, that she was making trouble unreasonably, so she began to apologize to Han Zhan.
Hearing Song Ci's incoherent explanation, Han Zhan's heart ached like it would burst.
"Cibao." Han Zhan kissed Song Ci's hair affectionately, and said, "Cibao, don't be afraid, you are just sick. Brother Han will take you to the doctor, and you will be fine."
Han Zhan turned Song Ci around, bowed his head and kissed Song Ci's tears.
Han Zhan told Song Ci seriously: "Cibao, when you called me today, my friend's car just broke down and I was helping him fix it. The reason why I didn't ask you to eat with us is because My friend's wife is Du Xueyan's best friend. I'm afraid it will be embarrassing if you meet. "
"Cibao, Brother Han didn't dislike you, didn't loathe you, and didn't think it would be embarrassing to take you out."
"I didn't stop kissing you, I gave you a good morning kiss every morning, but you were still asleep at that time. I didn't have any sexual interest in you, but you are now in the third trimester of pregnancy, and I dare not provoke you."
"It's Brother Han's fault. Brother Han lied. Brother Han didn't consider your mood."
Han Zhan speaks very slowly and speaks every word clearly.
Song Ci gradually calmed down after hearing Han Zhan's words.
She told Han Zhan: "A few days ago, I saw the movie sample given to me by the second master. I saw the beautiful and charming self in the movie. When I think of myself now, I feel so sad, so sad."
Han Zhan nodded and said, "I know, you're just in a bad mood. I'll take you to a psychiatrist tomorrow. We can't escape."
".good."
Han Zhan pulled Song Ci to the bed and lay down with her.
With Song Ci in his arms, Han Zhan patted Song Ci's shoulder lightly. After Song Ci fell asleep, Han Zhan called Song Fei.
Song Fei is a night owl, and at the moment she is still fighting online and playing games without sleeping.
"Brother-in-law." Song Fei opened a pop-up candy and asked Han Zhan, "It's so late, what do you want from me?"
"Sister Fei, how about the psychiatrist you found for Yan Jiang last time?"
"It's a half-baked guy, it all depends on Jiang's strong mentality." After speaking, Song Fei thought of something, her expression changed slightly, and she asked Han Zhan, "Who wants to see a psychiatrist?"
Han Zhan told her: "Song Ci."
In the game, Song Fei shot sideways and hit her teammate in the head.
Teammates fell to the ground.
"Damn!" the teammate cursed, and soon realized who he was scolding, and hurriedly lowered himself down and asked curiously: "F, is there something wrong with you? The gun was shot crooked."
Song Fei said: "Pick up the phone, you guys play first."
"OK."
Song Fei walked to the balcony with her mobile phone,
Leaning on the railing, staring at the swimming pool downstairs, she frowned and asked Han Zhan, "What's going on, what's wrong with the little idiot?"
Han Zhan told her: "Song Ci seems to be suffering from depression." Han Zhan told Song Fei what Song Ci did tonight.
Han Zhan was just stating the facts objectively, without embellishing them. After speaking, Han Zhan asked Song Fei, "Does her state look like depression during pregnancy?"
Song Fei: "It's not like, it's true."
Han Zhan felt at a loss. He said, "I want to take her to see a psychiatrist. I can't let her continue to think wildly."
Song Fei said, "Send her to me."
"Um?"
Song Fei said: "You send her here and I will accompany her, the situation will be better."
"Then try it."
The next morning, Han Zhan got up early. When he came to the first floor, he was stopped by Han Aoyu who also got up early to practice Tai Chi.
Han Aoyu asked Han Zhan: "Did Miss Song lose her temper last night?"
Han Zhan agreed.
Han Aoyu thought that Han Zhan had done something wrong and angered Song Ci, so he told Han Zhan: "You are a man, you are older than her, you have to give in to her, what are you doing to make her angry?"
"It's not what you think." After thinking for a while, Han Zhan still told Han Aoyu about Song Ci's illness.
At first, Han Aoyu didn't understand how serious depression during pregnancy is. He checked the information and found out that when depression during pregnancy is severe, people will die!
Han Aoyu broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly found Han Zhan, and said to Han Zhan, "Seek a psychiatrist quickly, don't delay the best treatment time."
Han Zhan said: "Song Ci's sister said, let me send Song Ci to her and live with her for a while. Song Ci's condition is not very serious. With Song Fei by her side, maybe it will get better."
"Is it reliable?"
Han Zhan then told the old man how Song Fei cured Yan Jiang.
Only then did Han Aoyu agree.
So that morning, Song Ci was sent to Song Fei's house by Han Zhan. Starting from this day, Han Zhan also directly moved into Yan Jiang's house after get off work.
Now, Yan Jiang's house suddenly became lively.
Han Zhan didn't live in their house for nothing, and Han Zhan took care of water, electricity, and living expenses.
Song Ci was still very depressed, she often cried for no reason, and then apologized to the people around her angrily after crying. Song Fei saw Song Ci's sickness in her eyes, and felt a little sad.
On this day, Song Ci woke up after taking a nap and found that she was alone in the room. She suddenly had the idea that she was abandoned by the whole world. Song Ci cried again without warning.
She cried so sad that she woke up Song Fei who was sleeping in the room.
Song Fei heard Song Ci crying, she quickly opened the door and ran downstairs, hugging Song Ci who was sitting on the carpet crying loudly in her arms.
"Song Ci, don't cry!"
Song Ci held Song Fei's arm tightly, and asked her crying, "Song Fei, where have you all gone? Do you want me anymore?"
"My sister is here, how could my sister not want you? Song Ci, you are my sister's only relative, whoever my sister loses, I will never lose you!"
Song Ci hugged Song Fei and cried for a long time before calming down.
Song Fei went to pour her a cup of hot tea.
Song Ci took a sip of the tea handed over by Song Fei, and said listlessly, "Song Fei, am I going to die of illness?"
"nonsense."
"Song Fei, don't have children in the future, it's too scary to have children."
Song Fei said, "I won't have children."
Song Ci smiled weakly, and praised Song Fei: "You have the foresight."
Song Fei shook her head, and said, "Song Ci, it's not that I don't want children, it's that I can't have children."
Song Ci was stunned.
"What do you mean, you can't have children?" She stuttered when she spoke.
Song Fei smiled at her reassuringly, and told her: "Yan Jiang told me that I was in poor health and was not suitable for pregnancy in recent years. I felt something was wrong at the time. Later, I went to the doctor for a check-up, and the doctor told me that I couldn't pregnant."
"The earthquake that year hurt my uterus, and I will never get pregnant in my life. I was dug out by Yan Jiang himself. He must know what kind of injury I was at that time."
"He told me that not being able to conceive in the past few years was just a stopgap measure."
Song Fei walked up to Song Ci and sat down. She leaned on Song Ci's shoulder and said to her, "Song Ci, my sister can no longer conceive. You must be strong and give birth to our old Song family's child safely." .”
"The incense of the old Song family depends on you."
This is also the reason why Song Fei asked Song Ci to have a child last time to inherit the incense of their old Song family.
Song Fei's infertility was a foreshadowing planted a long time ago.
The reason why she lied was also to prevent Song Ci from having a psychological burden. Yan Jiang knew about Song Fei's infertility for a long time. He told Song Ci that Song Fei was in poor health and needed to be recuperated, which was also an expression of his love for Song Ci.
(end of this chapter)