Seeing that his son was seriously injured, Xu Yan still kept in mind the fact that he was going to visit Han's parents during the Spring Festival. For a while, he didn't know whether to be angry with his son for his stubbornness, or to feel sorry for him deeply.
Seeing his son staring at him fiercely, Xu Yan had no choice but to agree, "Okay, your mother and I will take you to see Dongcheng later, you now Close your eyes and rest."
With his father's consent, Xu Qian dared to close his eyes with confidence.
As soon as he passed out, the old gentleman from Xu's family who knew medical skills quickly walked out of the crowd and took Xu Qian's hand to feel his pulse.
After feeling the pulse for a while, the old gentleman said: "The Patriarch's meridians are all wrong. At this time, the pulse condition is disordered and out of order. He must stay in bed and recuperate. I will prepare some medicines for the Patriarch, and he must drink it."
Xu Qian's body is a container for the evil spirits to be imprisoned. The evil spirits broke free and escaped, which is equivalent to punching a hole in Xu Qian's body. The hole was invisible, but Xu Qian's pulse was completely confused.
If you don't stay in bed to recuperate, the consequences will be disastrous.
Hearing what the old man said, Xu Yan hurriedly agreed, "I'll take him back to his room to rest first, Qingqing, you can call the Han family and explain Xu Qian's situation, the Han family can understand."
If the Han family can't understand, it doesn't matter if they take this in-law. Xu Qian's mother, Zhang Huaqing, heard her husband's words, nodded quickly and said, "I'll go right away."
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Every year during the Spring Festival, Han Rang and his wife Nan Yanyan will take their daughter Han Yishan back to Yulong Mountain to celebrate the New Year. This is their family's habit.
Last night, Han Rang's family stayed in the villa.
Early in the morning, the whole family huddled in the kitchen and worked together to make glutinous rice balls.
Nan Yanyan likes sesame stuffing, Han Rang and Song Ci like meat stuffing, Han Miao and Han Zheng like white sugar stuffing, and Han Jun prefers brown sugar stuffing.
The kitchen is big enough for everyone.
Han Miao and Han Jun were in charge of chopping the meat, while Han Rang and Han Zhan rolled up their sleeves, washed their hands, and kneaded glutinous rice balls in a metal basin. Nan Yanyan and Song Ci are making glutinous rice balls, and Han Zheng is taking Han Yishan's children.
The kid came rushing in from outside and stole a large piece of glutinous rice dumpling from his uncle's iron basin. Han Zhan pretended to be angry and growled, "Han Yishan, you deserve a beating, don't you?"
Han Yishan ran out quickly with a pair of chubby short legs, Han Zheng followed behind and shouted: "Shanshan, don't fall!"
Han Yishan has already gone to the Wind and Rain Corridor, and did not hear Han Zheng's instructions at all.
"This is another little boy." Han Zhan said to Han Rang, "It's the same as when you were a child."
Han Rang: "Who made her my daughter."
After kneading the glutinous rice dumpling, Han Zhan put the iron plate beside Song Ci, and said, "I'll make a few coin glutinous rice balls, and whoever gets the coins will have a good year and be safe and successful this year, step by step, and everything will go well."
After finishing speaking, he grabbed a small dumpling from the glutinous rice dumpling, rubbed it into a ball in the palm of his hand. Han Zhan is very good at making glutinous rice balls. He dug a hole in the center of the glutinous rice balls and stuffed a thumb-sized meat filling and a one-yuan coin into it.
After rubbing the glutinous rice balls, he cleverly hid two green onion leaves on the surface of the glutinous rice balls, and secretly said to Song Ci, "I'll scoop the glutinous rice balls for you later. The one with two green onion leaves has coins in it. Give it to you to eat."
Han Zhan always subconsciously leaves the best things to Song Ci, and loving Song Ci has become a habit in Han Zhan's behavioral consciousness.
Before Song Ci said anything, Nan Yanyan heard it, she clicked her tongue twice, and laughed at them, "We've been an old couple for so many years, and the second brother is still so kind to his sister-in-law."
Song Ci was a little embarrassed by what Nan Yanyan said, she gave Nan Yanyan a smile, and said, "The relationship between you is also very sweet."
Nan Yanyan told Song Ci: "What's sweet, we had a quarrel only on the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month."
"what happened?"
"It's not a trivial matter." Nan Yanyan was a few years older than Song Ci, and gave birth to Han Yishan at the age of forty. Although she tried her best to repair her body after giving birth, it was inevitable that she would have some small belly.
In the past few years, the collagen on her face has been losing rapidly, and she looks much older, and she no longer has the glamorous beauty of her youth, so it is inevitable that her mentality will be unbalanced.
Nan Yanyan always feels that she has become ugly, and her clothes don’t look good, and Ah Rang hates herself
Nan Yanyan would lose his temper with A Rang when all kinds of emotions played a role.
But don't look at A Rang's own way when he was young, he did things all according to his mood. But since Edward's death, Arang has put away his hostility. Every time Nan Yanyan loses his temper, breaks down and cries, A Rang is very tolerant and rarely quarrels with Nan Yanyan.
So every time after the quarrel calmed down, Nan Yanyan would feel guilty again.
Ah Rang was very open-minded about this, because he was not the one who gave birth to the child himself, and it was not him who became fat and ugly. Nan Yanyan's changes did not appear on him, and he couldn't understand Nan Yanyan's feelings, so he could only be more considerate of Nan Yanyan.
There is only one daughter-in-law, and Ah Rang cherishes it very much.
Still, the two occasionally quarrel.
Han Zhan heard Nan Yanyan's words from the side, and he said seriously: "Yanyan, did Arang do something to apologize to you? If he made a mistake in principle, you tell me, and I will help you beat him."
Knowing that Han Zhan was telling the truth, Nan Yanyan hurriedly explained, "No, I didn't make a big mistake." Nan Yanyan knew exactly what kind of person A Rang was, and he would never make mistakes in principle. .
Nan Yanyan said embarrassedly: "It's really just because of some small things. Yule, the head of my former e-sports club, looked back at Dongcheng to visit me and treated me to a meal. When Ah Rang knew about it, he said Make trouble with me."
Song Ci wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
Yule used to be the captain of the AK team. He entered the e-sports circle because of the influence of Nan Yanyan. Nan Yanyan is not only Yule's idol, but also Yule's favorite woman.
After Nan Yanyan met Han Rang back then, they soon fell in love and got married. Yule never confessed to Nan Yanyan. But Yule's fans and brothers all know that Yule likes Nanyanyan.
Naturally, Ah Jean also knew about it.
Ah Rang doesn't like to see Yule very much, and he is always on guard against Yule. In the past, when Yule looked back at Dongcheng to invite Nan Yanyan to dinner, Ah Rang always had to brazenly follow her. So when she found out that Nan Yanyan had a meal with Yule without telling her, Ah Rang naturally became jealous.
"You said that we have been husband and wife for so many years. Can he not understand my feelings for him? He knows that I love him and won't be confused with other men. He is still angry at me like that! I can't get angry, Just quarreled with him."
After finishing speaking, Nan Yanyan glanced at A Rang who was kneading dough by the island in the kitchen, and complained: "Some people keep saying I love you and I believe in you, but when they turn around, they start to doubt you and question you."
A Rang listened silently, not daring to say anything.
In fact, he knew that Nan Yanyan and Yule had dinner only for work, but he just couldn't help being jealous.
In the end, it's just because you care.
Song Ci heard the cause and effect, and said: "He will be jealous, which means he loves you. How many old couples have reached this age, let alone jealous, just want to brush their teeth after a kiss."
Hearing this, Han Zhan suddenly squeezed the glutinous rice balls in his hand and stopped moving. He silently turned his head to look at Song Ci, showing a suspicious look.
Song Ci was stared at by Han Zhan, with a rare confused expression, "What do you think I am doing?"
Han Zhan threw the glutinous rice balls into the pot, and he guessed suspiciously: "Cibao, the toothpaste in our bedroom is used up so quickly, do you brush your teeth behind my back every time after kissing?"
It was said that both Nan Yanyan and A Rang looked at them with strange eyes, gloating in their misfortune.
Song Ci was so angry that she threw the glutinous rice balls at Han Zhan's face.
Han Zhan grabbed the glutinous rice balls and heard Song Ci scolding: "Han Zhan! I just had a root canal treatment last month, and the doctor asked me to take good care of my teeth. Don't you know about this!"
Song Ci repeated what Nan Yanyan said just now, "Some people keep saying I love you and I believe in you, but when they turn around, they begin to doubt you and question you."
Han Zhan: "."
Of course he knew that Song Ci went to the dental clinic for root canal treatment. Song Ci felt that root canal treatment was terrible at the time, and asked the nurse at the clinic to help her take a video of the treatment.
Han Zhan watched the video at the time, and felt sorry for her. After the root canal treatment, Song Ci now has to brush her teeth after meals every day, and there is mouthwash in her bag at any time, so she has to rinse her mouth to disinfect after eating.
Han Zhan also knew that he was overthinking.
He reached out to touch Song Ci's cheek and apologized to her: "Okay, I apologize, don't be angry."
Song Ci didn't have any make-up, she had no makeup on. Han Zhan's hands were covered with glutinous rice flour. When he touched it, two marks were left on Song Ci's cheeks.
Song Ci knocked off Han Zhan's hand, "I'm not going to make glutinous rice balls myself!"
On the first day of the new year, Han Zhan and Song Ci had a quarrel.
According to previous experience, Song Ci would be angry for at least three to five hours after each quarrel. From the looks of it, Song Ci wouldn't talk to him until lunch time.
The glutinous rice balls were cooked.
Han Zhan stood in the kitchen and called Song Ci, wanting to ask her to go downstairs to eat glutinous rice balls.
Anyway, Song Ci must eat this safe glutinous rice ball.
As soon as Han Zhan took out his mobile phone, he heard Song Ci's footsteps.
Han Zhan was so familiar with Song Ci that he could hear her footsteps. Han Zhan turned his head to look at the entrance of the kitchen, and saw a touching red.
Song Ci took off her down jacket, and wore a white turtleneck cashmere blouse, off-white woolen wide-leg pants, and a big red woolen coat, which made her full of aura.
In a short time, she hid in the room and restyled her hair again. The slightly curly hair was tied into a small braid behind her head, and she wore a diamond hairpin on the left side of her head.
She put on light makeup, and her lips were cherry red, like March cherries.
Han Zhan was stunned for a while, and blurted out: "Why did you come down?"
Song Ci refused to talk to him.
She took the bowl from the disinfection cabinet and handed it to Han Zhan with a noble and glamorous expression. The Queen finally opened her golden mouth: "Give me two."
Han Zhan: "Decree!"
Han Zhan took the small bowl, scooped away the glutinous rice ball with two green onion leaves in the pot with a spoon, and added another big glutinous rice ball. When handing the glutinous rice balls to Song Ci, Han Zhan said, "I've specially reserved them for you, just waiting for you to eat."
His flattering expression seemed to be referring to a peerless treasure.
Hearing this, the coldness on Song Ci's face seemed to fade a bit. She poked her chopsticks into the glutinous rice balls, touched the coin, and said, "Are there any more coin glutinous rice balls?"
Han Zhan: "There is one more."
"Um."
After confirming that Han Zhan could also eat coin glutinous rice balls, Song Ci turned around with the bowl in hand. Han Zhan asked behind him: "Cibao, why did you lose your temper so quickly today?"
Song Ci's expression was a little unnatural, and he didn't have the nerve to explain. Afraid of staining her lipstick, she split the glutinous rice balls into four pieces with chopsticks and ate them in small bites.
Han Zhan walked up to Song Ci's side with a spoon and stared at her graceful eating, feeling amused. "What? Still angry? Refuse to say?"
Song Ci gave him a reproachful look, and then said: "On the first day of the new year, I don't want to be angry with you." When she was a child, her father said that she should not cry or be angry on the first day of the new year. If she cried that day, she would cry a lot that year . I was angry that day, and I will quarrel endlessly that year.
Song Ci wants to have a good time with Han Zhan.
When Han Zhan heard Song Ci's answer, his heart felt warm, and he couldn't help holding Song Ci's cheek and kissing his forehead.
Song Ci hurriedly pushed him away, "The liquid foundation was all sprayed by you!"
Han Zhan smiled lowly behind her.
The glutinous rice balls are a bit big. Song Ci Aimei pays attention to her figure, and she can eat up to three in one meal, while Han Zhan must eat at least eight. If the glutinous rice ball filling tastes good, Han Zhan can eat eleven.
The sun came out today, and it was very cold outside, so we sat in the glass sun room and had breakfast. While eating, Han Jun suddenly saw Butler Cai striding over.
The butler walked up to Han Zhan, leaned over and said in his ear, "Sir, Ms. Zhang Huaqing from Kunlun Xu's family called, saying that Xu Qian, the young master of the Xu family, was seriously injured and unable to move. He was scheduled to come to visit you and you at the house this afternoon." Madam's plan can only be postponed regrettably."
Hearing this, Han Zhan subconsciously looked towards Han Jun.
Han Jun had already put down her chopsticks, and she turned her head to ask Butler Cai: "What's wrong with Xu Qian?"
Butler Cai said: "Ms. Zhang Huaqing didn't elaborate on the specific situation. If Miss Er wants to know, she can call and ask."
"right."
Han Jun was confused when he cared, and forgot that he could call Xu Qian. Han Jun looked at Han Zhan and Song Ci, Han Zhan nodded to her, "Go."
"good."
With Han Zhan's permission, Han Jun took out his mobile phone, got up and walked out of the glass room, and stood in the sun to call Xu Qian.
Xu Qian was unconscious, and Zhang Huaqing was washing Xu Qian's body with warm water.
He sat up all night last night, and was seriously injured again in the morning, and now his body is cold and cold, like a piece of ice to the touch. Zhang Huaqing wanted to bathe him with hot water and put him in warm clothes so that he could resume asking questions as soon as possible.
Xu Yan sat at the end of the bed, staring at his son's weak face, he sighed: "The evil spirit was fine before, how can you say that it rebelled?"
Zhang Huaqing only cared about wiping his son's body and ignored Xu Yan. After wiping his upper body and legs, Zhang Huaqing handed the towel to Xu Yan.
"It's your turn." When the son grows up, the biological mother should also avoid suspicion.
"good."
Just as Xu Yan changed Xu Qian's clothes, he heard his son's cell phone ringing in the drawer. At this time, Zhang Huaqing pushed the door open, walked to the bedside table, picked up the phone and looked at it.
Seeing that the caller's name was 'little friend', she was a little surprised, "this little friend" she and Xu Yan looked at each other with joy in their eyes at the same time.
Xu Yan urged her: "Hurry up and answer the phone! It's that girl from the Han family calling!"
Zhang Huaqing was a little nervous, she said, "I'm not ready yet."
"What are you going to do? The ugly parents-in-law have to see their daughter-in-law."
Zhang Huaqing glared at him, "Nonsense!"
Zhang Huaqing said: "The girl of the Han family must have received the news. She is concerned about our Qian'er's health, so she called to ask about it."
"A good boy."
"If you dawdle any longer, the call will be hung up." Xu Yan was worried for Zhang Huaqing.
"I'll answer it now!" Zhang Huaqing answered the video, put it to his ear, and held his breath to listen to the person on the other end of the phone.
Finding that the phone was connected, Han Jun was a little dumbfounded for a while.
Xu Qian felt unwell and fell into a coma, so it was obvious that the person who answered the phone was not Xu Qian. In Xu's house, how many people are qualified to touch Xu Qian's cell phone
Except for his father, that is his mother.
Both Xu Qian's parents were there, and the person who answered the phone was probably Xu's mother, who was also a woman. Guessing the identity of the person on the other end of the phone, Han Jun called out uncertainly: "Hello, is this Auntie?"
Zhang Huaqing turned on the speakerphone on the phone, and when she heard this, she pressed her hands on her chest excitedly, and mouthed to Xu Yan, "It's a girl from the Han family, she called me auntie!"
Xu Yan rolled his eyes and silently urged her: "Speak up!"
Zhang Huaqing calmed down instantly, and said to Han Jun, "Hi, I'm Zhang Huaqing, Xu Qian's mother."
"Auntie, hello, I'm Han Jun, yes"
"I know you, Qian'er mentioned you, you are Han Jun, Jun'er, right?"
When Han Jun heard the sound of 'Jun'er', heat quickly crawled to her cheeks. "It's me." Han Jun was concerned about Xu Qian's situation, and he didn't care about being rude, so he went straight to the point and asked with concern: "Auntie, brother. Xu Qian is injured, is it true?"
Zhang Huamei and Xu Yan looked at each other, then nodded and said, "Yes, my son, Qian'er was seriously injured and needs to rest in bed for a period of time. I'm very sorry. I was originally scheduled to leave for Wangdongcheng at noon today, and I will formally visit your home tomorrow. Yes. Because Xu Qian is ill, this plan can only be shelved temporarily."
Zhang Huaqing said again: "We are thinking about visiting the house again during the Lantern Festival. I wonder if Mr. Han and Mrs. Han are free that day?"
Han Jun thought for a while before saying, "There is no rush, Xu Qian's body is more important."
Han Jun wanted to see Xu Qian very much, but he was really worried if he didn't see the other party's situation with his own eyes. Han Jun asked, "Auntie, are you still in Kunlun Mountain?"
"Here I am."
Han Jun said, "Then I'll come and visit him."
Zhang Huaqing was even more moved when he saw Han Jun caring so much about his son. She hurriedly said: "Uncle and aunt welcome you. Qian'er came back last night and told me that you like to eat beef jerky. Now that you are here, I will prepare beef jerky for you!"
"Trouble auntie."
After hanging up the phone, Han Jun returned to the glass room and stood beside Han Zhan, showing hesitation.
She didn't know how to speak.
If she didn't tell, Han Zhan didn't ask, and the others didn't make a sound.
After a while, Han Zhan finished eating the glutinous rice balls. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, and took the basin brought by the servant to wash his hands.
He wiped his hands slowly, and after wiping the last little finger, he lowered his head and said, "Song Shiqing and Xiong Jian are resting for the Spring Festival. If you want to go, you can only take the high-speed rail."
Hearing this, Han Jun showed joy, "Thank you, Dad!"
Seeing that Han Zhan was willing to let go, Song Ci followed up and said, "Miaomiao Zhenger, the journey is long, you go with Jun'er, and then bring your Aunt Dong."
"good."
Song Ci arranged for Yan Qingxiu to go to Kunlun Mountain with Han Jun, because he also took a fancy to Yan Qingxiu's superb restoration ability. Bringing him along may be of great help to Xu Qian's condition.
Yan Qingxiu was quite happy when he learned that he was going to Kunlun. Kunlun Mountain is snowy, Yan Qingxiu likes snow.
On the high-speed train to Xining, the three children gathered around Yan Qingxiu and listened to his storytelling.
Yan Qingxiu told them: "My hometown is a glacier that stretches as far as the eye can see. Everyone in our hometown is good at skating. Every year we hold skating competitions and ice sculpture competitions. My master lives on the top of the highest mountain. She lives in In a big ice palace, each of us can see the palace on the highest peak just by looking up."
"Every summer, the ice and snow around the glacier will melt, and a black flower will grow in the soil. The flower is extremely enchanting, the color is like black ink, but the stamen is as bright red as blood. The people there call it Jinghonghua."
"Jinghonghua is the sacred flower of our glacier and snowfield, and no one can pick it. It blooms every summer, and all the stamens face the direction of the Great Ice Palace, so it is also called the pilgrimage flower."
Han Miao and Han Zheng listened fascinated, as if they were listening to a novel in a fantasy world. Only Han Jun remained silent, staring at Yan Qingxiu with complicated eyes.
During the long journey, Han Zheng and Han Miao fell asleep next to each other. Yan Qingxiu unfolded a thin blanket and covered them, then got up to fetch the boiling water.
Han Jun took Han Miao's handbag to prevent it from being stolen, and she followed Yan Qingxiu to the boiling water area.
There are not many tourists going to Xining, and Yan Qingxiu is the only one in Kaishui District. Yan Qingxiu unscrewed the thermos cup and concentrated on receiving the boiling water.
Knowing that Han Jun came to her side, Yan Qingxiu didn't look up, but said, "What do you want to ask?"
Han Jun stared at the steaming boiling water and said firmly, "You know Qu Jinghong."
Yan Qingxiu turned off the faucet, covered the thermos, and then raised his head to meet Han Jun's eyes, with a look of surprise that couldn't be concealed in his eyes.
The master's soul was divided into ten pieces and scattered in different worlds and planes. In the past thousand years, Yan Qingxiu traveled in various worlds just to collect the master's soul fragments and bring them back to the Aosheng Continent.
So far, Yan Qingxiu has collected nine pieces, and only this last piece is left, which is also the most critical one. None of the previous nine avatars had any memory of Aosheng Continent, but Han Jun did.
Yan Qingxiu said affirmatively: "You have already remembered."
"I only remember some, not everything." Han Jun stared at Yan Qingxiu's face thoughtfully for a long time before saying, "I think of Qu Jinghong."
Yan Qingxiu sighed, feeling a little complicated.
"I don't know much about Qu Jinghong. When I knew him, he had already fallen. If you want to ask about Qu Jinghong from me, then I have nothing to tell you."
Han Jun shook her head, "I just want to know whether Qu Jinghong is a real person or a person in my fantasy."
Yan Qingxiu touched her lips up and down, but finally said nothing.
Han Jun turned her head and walked to the seat. After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned her head, stared at Yan Qingxiu's gloomy face, and said, "You look better the way you are. This woman's skin is an eyesore to me."
Yan Qingxiu's eyes suddenly lit up. "You..." Yan Qingxiu squeezed the cup tightly and asked her: "Do you remember me?"
Han Jun didn't remember it at first, but when she heard Yan Qingxiu talk about Jinghonghua, many strange pictures suddenly flashed in her mind.
A glacier that can't be seen at a glance, black flowers swaying in the cold wind, and a silly young man who always stays behind her like a follower and shouts "Master, Master, Master".
"Yan Qingxiu, thank you for your hard work." Han Jun turned and left.
When Yan Qingxiu heard this, what else did he not understand
His hand holding the glass of water trembled slightly.
Master!
It's Master!
After discovering that Han Jun had begun to recover his memory, Yan Qingxiu's attitude towards Han Jun changed 180 degrees.
He no longer called Han Jun 'Junjun', and when he got off the high-speed rail station, he had to help Han Jun carry things himself, and Yan Qingxiu would stare at him whoever looked at Han Jun more on the way.
The look of being nervous about Han Jun, as if Han Jun is the living ancestor, and no one can offend the peeping.
(end of this chapter)