"go."
Hearing Han Zhan's reply, Li Li was taken aback.
"Are you going?" Li Li was so surprised that his voice was even higher.
Han Zhan said again: "I'll go."
Li Li couldn't figure out what Han Zhan was thinking.
"Mr. Han." Li Li tentatively asked, "Could it be that you have other plans for Miss Song?"
Han Zhan said solemnly: "She is my pilot, and she is someone I can rest assured of entrusting my life to. Since she personally gave the invitation letter, it is inappropriate not to go."
Li Li was still skeptical, "Is that all?" Li Li looked at Han Zhan with suspicion.
Is it true that the old iron tree is blooming, and he has thought about Song Ci
Han Zhan didn't speak any more.
Seeing that Han Zhan's expression remained calm, Li Li also suspected that he was thinking too much. "
August 10th is Song Ci's birthday, and the Mu family's yard is not big, so it's not suitable for holding a banquet. Song Ci decided to hold the charity dinner at the banquet hall on the fifth floor of Longxing Tianxia Hotel.
The first lady, Song Ci, is the rose that blooms in every man's heart. She is delicate and fragrant, and she is all over the country. But all the men who received her invitation letter would not come to the banquet.
And Song Ci was well-rounded in dealing with people, and she was very popular in the female circle. She had many friends, and even those wealthy daughters were willing to come to support her.
At the dinner party, most of the single high-quality men and alluring beauties in Dongcheng gathered here, giving her enough face.
The Mu family has two daughters, the adopted daughter Song Ci is beautiful, and the youngest daughter Mu Qiuqiu is pure and kind. The two sisters have a deep relationship. In the past, they could always see each other at their birthday parties.
Song Ci is tonight's protagonist, so naturally he is going to be the finale, but Mu Qiu is not there, everyone is still surprised.
Someone who didn't know the truth asked in surprise, "Why didn't you see Mu Qiu?"
"Mu Qiu was ill and was hospitalized. Song Ci held this charity dinner just to accumulate blessings for Mu Qiu."
"I see."
Standing in the corner, overhearing the conversation of the guests, Li Li turned his head and told Han Zhan: "Miss Song is a girl adopted by Mu Mian eight years ago. I heard that she was brought back from Bijiang City after the earthquake. Both her parents died in that earthquake."
"Mu Qiu is the daughter of the Mu family, two years younger than Miss Song."
Han Zhan only knew that Song Ci was the adopted daughter of the Mu family, but he didn't know that Song Ci had experienced the pain of an earthquake, so he was a little lost.
Thinking of something, Li Li said to Han Zhan, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Han should have not been discharged from the army at that time. I remember that you served in the Southwest side. Did you participate in the rescue of Bijiang City?"
Han Zhan was fascinated by thinking about things, as if he didn't hear Li Li's question.
Li Li was about to turn around to get the wine, when he suddenly heard Han Zhan whisper, "I've been there." His tone was deep, and his cold face was covered with a look that others could not understand.
"I've really been there." Even though it has been eight years since the earthquake, Li Li still felt shocked when he recalled the post-disaster scenes he saw on TV at that time.
Li Li looked at Han Zhan, and he asked, "The scene must be much more tragic than what was shown on TV."
Han Zhan looked down at his right hand and hummed lightly.
"Well, everything you see with your eyes is full of ruins. What you see on TV is different from what you see on the spot." It was the most tragic and terrifying scene that Han Zhan had ever seen in his life.
In a few seconds, a bustling city was completely overturned, and the ground was full of broken walls. If you fall anywhere, there may be several lives buried in the ground.
Such a tragic scene, once seen, will never be forgotten in my life.
In these years, Han Zhan occasionally dreamed about the big earthquake, and after waking up, his mood could not be calmed down for a long time.
Li Li was still studying at that time. He said: "I donated a lot of money at that time. When I read the report, my eyes were red from crying several times."
Han Zhan said in a deep voice, "It's a good thing if you can still cry." They were at the rescue scene and had seen too many dead people, so they were almost numb and couldn't even cry.
At this time, Li Li saw something, and suddenly touched Han Zhan's arm with his elbow, reminding him, "Miss Song is here."
Han Zhan cut off his memory, looked up towards the gate, and saw a very bright red.
Song Ci dyed her wine red hair, which made her face even more white and beautiful. Her long hair was scattered on her fragrant shoulders, and her tall and graceful sexy body was wrapped in a wine red tube top and tunic dress. The skirt was covered with a layer of transparent white polka-dot gauze, which added a touch of agility.
Song Ci has a slender waist, well-proportioned and slender legs, but her breasts are very plump, making her look round and charming.
She is a real first lady.
Song Ci has studied etiquette, and wearing gorgeous dresses, she can also walk out of elegant and graceful postures.
She stepped on eight centimeter high heels all the way into the banquet hall, a few centimeters taller than most women. There were countless noble sons at the scene, but Song Ci's gaze did not rest on them.
She traveled through the sea of people, and finally stopped in front of Han Zhan, smiling at him.
She laughed, and the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and all the stars hiding behind the clouds came out.
In an instant, the Milky Way is within reach.
Looking at Song Ci's smiling face, Han Zhan had a strange thought in his mind—
He wanted to put the starry sky in a glass bottle and put it in his pocket, so that no one was allowed to peek at it.
The waitress holding the wine came to Song Ci. Song Ci took a glass of red wine from it, handed it to Han Zhan's left arm, and gently parted her red lips, "Mr. Han, welcome."
Han Zhan stared down at the wine with deep eyes.
Li Li looked at Song Ci's eyes and suddenly became vigilant.
Ordinary people would subconsciously pass the wine to the right hand when handing wine. Song Ci and Han Zhan had never eaten together, so they must not know that Han Zhan wrote with his left hand and ate with his left hand.
But Song Ci directly handed the wine glass to Han Zhan's left arm, obviously knowing that Han Zhan used his left hand.
How did she know
Han Zhan hid the deep thought in his eyes, took the wine with his left hand, and raised his glass to bless Song Ci: "Because of you, the starry sky is more brilliant. Happy birthday, Miss Song."
Song Ci: "Thank you."
She picked up the hem of her skirt and turned around gracefully, her figure shuttled among the gorgeous shadows.
Ten minutes later, the dinner party officially began, and Song Ci stepped onto the stage carrying a violin.
Song Ci played the violin very beautifully, and his skills were beyond Han Zhan's expectations. Even he, who had no musical ability, was fascinated by Song Ci's violin sound.
Song Cila played the theme song "Theme-From-Schindler's-List" from the movie Schindler's List. Han Zhan felt a little sad when he heard the song after watching that movie.
Such a tune is not suitable for playing at a birthday party.
There were tears in Song Ci's eyes. She controlled her emotions very well and didn't really cry. But when the song was finished and the bow was raised, a drop of tear fell on the strings.
It's just that the lights are too bright for anyone to notice.
The applause was like thunder, and Han Zhan heard Li Li say next to his ear: "It's a pity that Miss Song won't become a star."
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci who was brighter than the stars on the high platform, and murmured in a low voice, "It's a pity to be a star."
(end of this chapter)