Song Ci took a nap and was taken to the collection room by Han Aoyu. Han Aoyu gave her a precious authentic painting of fruits by Qi Baishi, which showed a bunch of grapes. Song Ci felt a little dizzy when she received this generous gift.
The jewelry left by my grandmother and mother, while not collectible treasures, is certainly valuable. My grandmother's platinum and jade ring is the work of an international jewelry master.
"This brooch is Zhanzhan's mother's favorite jewelry. She wore it when she graduated from college." Han Ao Yu gently stroked the gorgeous fish-shaped brooch, and thought of the scene on his daughter's graduation day, feeling sad.
"Zhanzhan's mother had a bad fate and died early. If she were still alive, she would definitely be very satisfied with you. Song girl, you can keep all these things. There are no other women in our family, only you. You can wear them if you want, and keep them if you don't want to."
Han Ao Yu put them together in a long jewelry box and handed it directly to Song Ci.
Song Ci held them, not feeling the joy of receiving a gift, but only sadness. She stared at the slightly hunched back of old man Han Aoyu, and after hesitating for a long time, she asked cautiously, "Grandpa, how did Mom die?"
After asking this question, Song Ci saw the old man's body startled.
Song Ci immediately regretted asking. She shouldn't have asked.
Han Aoyu didn't look back. He stared at Han Mulan's graduation certificate on the collection shelf and whispered, "As for Mulan's matter, I think it's better to wait until the time is right and let Zhan Zhan tell you in person."
He turned around, smiled kindly at Song Ci, and said, "She is Zhanzhan's mother after all. If he wants to say it, he can say it. If he doesn't want to say it, I won't say it." Although Han Aoyu is an old antique, he is a role model worthy of learning from thousands of parents in terms of respecting children.
Song Ci nodded hurriedly, "Grandpa is right, Song Ci understands."
Song Ci returned to the bedroom with the gift, but Han Zhan was still not in the room. After putting the things away, Song Ci heard Han Zhan's shouting from downstairs. She walked to the French window and looked down to see Han Zhan taking off his coat and fighting with Lin Chong'an, Fang Shen and others in the training ground.
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's ferocious fighting moves, and it was not difficult to imagine how he looked like a man of high spirits in the army. How many secrets did this Han brother hide behind?
Thinking of Han Zhan's suggestion of a chestnut tree on the hill behind, Song Ci wanted to pick some. She took off her skirt, changed into long clothes and trousers, and went downstairs. Song Ci wanted to find a basket, but she didn't know where the basket was at home.
She found Zhong Buhui and asked him, "Uncle Fang, do you have a basket at home? I want to go to the back mountain to pick chestnuts."
"have!"
Fang Buhui took her to the utility room and found a small bamboo basket for her. Song Ci took the basket and examined it carefully. She thought it looked unique and asked him, "Uncle Zhong, where did you buy these baskets? I'll buy two and send them back to Wangdong. This way, I won't have to use bags when I buy groceries. It's both environmentally friendly and economical."
Zhong Buhui kept it a secret, "Guess."
Song Ci couldn't help but ponder. Could it be that this basket was woven by Grandpa? "Is this Grandpa's craft?"
Zhong Buhui shook his head, and then revealed the answer to the mystery, "No, Zhan Zhan made it up."
"ah?"
Song Ci was shocked. Her brother Han could actually weave baskets?
Han Zhan's hobby record seems to include bamboo weaving as his hobby.
"What's so special about this? Zhanzhan's weaving skills are amazing." Zhong Buhui opened a wooden cabinet filled with various ornaments. She introduced them, "This rooster, this rabbit, and this goose are all Zhanzhan's work."
Song Ci picked up the bamboo rabbit and couldn't let it go. "Can you give it to me?"
"Just take it."
Song Ci sent the rabbit upstairs, then took the basket and went down to the back hill with Zhong Buhui to pick chestnuts. Zhong Buhui hit the chestnut tree with a bamboo pole a few times, and the ripe chestnuts fell down in their shells.
Song Ci wore sneakers and used the soles of her shoes to soften the sharp thorns on the chestnuts. Then she used a screwdriver to pry open the chestnut shells and take out the flesh inside. It was her first time doing this job, so she was clumsy and pricked her hands several times.
After a while, Han Zhan also came.
He had just fought with Fang Shen and the others, and was covered in sweat, so he didn't wear a coat, only a short-sleeved sweatshirt. As soon as he arrived, Song Ci threw the screwdriver to Han Zhan, "Brother Han, you come and peel the shells."
Han Zhan took the screwdriver and lowered his head to peel the chestnut shells. As he worked, he said, "Grandpa heard you were here to pick chestnuts, so he started killing chickens." Before Song Ci could reply, Han Zhan said, "Grandpa said you were too thin and needed to eat more."
Song Ci's expression was complicated. "I had duck hotpot last night, and chicken stewed with chestnuts tonight. Life is so comfortable." Song Ci put down the basket and pinched her slender waist and legs. She felt like she'd put on a few pounds after staying in the countryside for a few days.
"I'm going to gain weight, does Brother Han mind?"
Han Zhan shook his head at first, "I don't mind, having more flesh is good, it's comfortable to hug." Han Zhan looked up at Song Ci, and seeing that she was worried, he said, "Why are you so obsessed with being an idol? You look good whether you are fatter or thinner."
Song Ci immediately took out her phone, found a full-body photo of herself, and edited it to look like a 150-pound fat man, complete with excess fat, a double chin, and thick legs. Passing the edited photo to Han Zhan, Song Ci asked, "Does it look good?"
Han Zhan stared at the photo for a long time before saying, "It still looks better now."
"Oh!" Song Ci sneered, "Men's mouths are deceitful!"
The man's mouth began to deceive again: "But even if you gain weight, I still like you."
Song Ci was quite happy in her heart, but her expression was full of doubt. "The fat you men like is fat breasts but not waists. Am I not aware of your inferior nature?"
As a man, Han Zhan is guilty.
Grandpa really made chestnut roast chicken that night. Song Ci ate the meat and mixed the broth with rice. She was really a little full. She dragged Han Zhan to run a few laps around the school field, did some warm-up exercises, and then took the basketball to play with Han Zhan on the court.
To Han Zhan's surprise, Song Ci was actually quite good at basketball. Her dribbling skills were eye-opening. She could do things like back dribbling, crotch dribbling, and even a crossover.
"Brother Han, let me show you a three-step layup." Song Ci said, and then he controlled the basketball and ran a few steps to the basketball hoop. With a jump, he dunked the basketball into the basket with one hand. Han Zhan, who thought Song Ci was bragging, was a little surprised.
"Not bad." Han Zhan praised sincerely.
Han Zhan took off his coat and said to Song Ci, "Come on, let's fight!"
Song Ci, ambitious and fierce-eyed, ran towards the basketball hoop with the ball. Han Zhan blocked her way, stopping her from advancing and trying to grab her basketball. Song Ci protected her ball and tried to break through.
But Han Zhan was like a small mountain, standing in front of her, blocking all her way.
Song Ci couldn't find an opportunity and was a little annoyed by Han Zhan's pressure. She suddenly grabbed the collar of Han Zhan's sweatshirt, pulled his head down, and kissed him fiercely.
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