Han Zhan sat there for a while without saying anything. When Zhong Buhui picked up the bottle and poured wine again, he suddenly said, "Are there any more glasses? I'll have some too."

Zhong Buhui glanced at him, then stood up silently and took out a wine glass from the cabinet.

After pouring a glass for Han Zhan, Zhong Buhui handed the glass to Han Zhan and asked him, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Han Zhan took a sip of wine.

The alcohol content of the liquor was high, and Han Zhan hadn't drunk it for a long time, so he felt a little uncomfortable. Han Zhan turned the cup in his hand and asked Zhong Buhui, "Uncle Zhong, what are you sad about?"

Zhong Buhui's mouth pursed, and finally he couldn't control his emotions anymore, sobbing loudly with his hands supporting his forehead. "Zhanzhan, the old man is dying."

Han Zhan had already seen through it, but hearing Zhong Buhui's words still gave him a sense of shock. "What's going on?" Something must have happened that he didn't know about.

Zhong Buhui said, "During the time when you and Miss Song were away, the old man had a poor appetite. At first, I thought he was worried about your safety and had no appetite or conversation."

"One day, he suddenly coughed and coughed up blood. I was shocked and, despite his objections, I forcibly took him to the hospital. After an examination, the doctor said that his organs were rapidly failing and a large area of ​​his lungs had been damaged."

Zhong Buhui pressed her forehead, crying so hard that her snot ran down her pants. "The old man is too old, and there's no way to cure him." As people age, their organs, which have worked for decades, suddenly stop working.

This is a disease that no one can cure.

After hearing this, Han Zhan took another sip of wine.

He stared at the sad and crying, but dared not make a sound, for fear that his grandfather in the next room would hear him. Zhong Buhui felt very upset. That night, Han Zhan and Zhong Buhui could not sleep a wink.

The next morning, as soon as the sun came out, Han Zhan came knocking on his grandfather's door.

Han Aoyu said, "Come in."

Han Zhan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his grandfather's voice.

Han Zhan walked into the room and saw Han Aoyu sitting on the bed with his coat only half on. Han Zhan hurried over to help his grandfather put on his clothes.

After getting dressed, Han Aoyu saw that the weather outside was nice, so he said, "It's nice, shall we go fishing?"

Han Zhan asked with a smile, "Grandpa, will you accompany me?"

"Um."

"Okay then."

There is a small river at the foot of the mountain. It is the small river where Han Zhan took Cheng Yanmo to play when they were children, but Cheng Yanmo rolled into it and almost drowned.

Han Zhan cast out the fishing rod and talked about his childhood with Han Aoyu.

Han Aoyu said, "When you were first brought home as a child, you were very withdrawn. Later, you became more like a flying centipede, restless."

"Back then, Old Man Cheng would get annoyed with you the moment he saw you going to play with his eldest grandson. But Yanmo liked you the most, so whenever you went, he'd run after you."

The sun was warm, and the old man told Han Zhan many interesting stories from his childhood. As he talked, he felt sleepy. "I'm going to take a nap. Call me when the fishing rod moves."

Han Zhan nodded hesitantly, "Okay."

The old man went to sleep as soon as he said so. Han Zhan waited until the old man fell asleep, and then he would reach out to check his breath every once in a while.

Han Zhan was relieved after confirming that his grandfather was still breathing.

After two or three hours, they caught a silver carp and several small croakers. Han Zhan drove his grandfather and the fish home, only to find that Song Ci and the children had also come.

"Did you catch any fish?" Song Ci walked over and supported the old man.

"Caught a few and cooked them for lunch!"

Han Ao Yu, supported by Song Ci, walked towards the house with his crutches.

When Han Miao and Han Jun saw Grandpa, they knelt down from their standing position and crawled to his feet. They stood up along his legs and acted coquettishly with him.

“Ahhh!”

Han Miao: Grandpa, I want a hug.

“Ahhh, ahhhh!”

Han Jun: Grandpa, hold me, Grandpa, hold me quickly.

Han Aoyu looked at the two little cuties happily. He wanted to hold them both, but unfortunately, his body was not strong enough to hold them. Han Zhan gave Song Ci a look and said, "Cibao, help grandpa sit down."

"Okay." Song Ci helped grandpa sit down on the armchair.

Han Zhan put down the bucket of fish, then picked up a little kid in one hand and placed the children next to their grandfather's legs. The children circled around Han Aoyu's thighs, and Han Aoyu looked at them with a smile, and he had never heard the laughter before.

Han Zhan and Song Ci went into the house to cook fish.

Song Ci planned to make a pot of radish and fish soup with silver carp and radishes from his grandfather's vegetable garden.

Han Zhan plans to make a spicy fish dish.

Han Miao was tired from walking around, so he rested on his grandfather's thighs. Han Aoyu was really happy and took the child to his lap.

She teased Han Miao and said to her, "Miao Miao is the older sister. You must protect your younger sister in the future, okay?"

Han Miao understood the word "sister". Upon hearing this, she raised her chubby little hand and slapped Han Jun on the head. Han Jun looked up with a confused look on her face. Seeing that it was Han Miao, she also reached out, grabbed Han Miao's hand and pinched it hard.

Han Ao Yu felt tired.

Where are the two sisters who were supposed to go on a blind date?

Fortunately, Han Jun's attention was soon attracted by other things. She climbed to the side of the coffee table and played with the succulent potted plants.

Han Miao noticed that his grandfather was about to fall asleep, so he patted his chin playfully. "Ah! Ah!" Han Miao reminded his grandfather not to sleep.

Han Miao patted his grandfather several times, but he couldn't wake him up, so he became anxious. "Ah!"

“Ahhh!”

Hearing Han Miao's shout, Zhong Buhui, who was dusting the photos on the wall with a feather duster, turned around and took a look. Seeing that the old man suddenly closed his eyes and fell asleep, Zhong Buhui suddenly sounded the alarm in his heart.

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