Han Zhan was stunned.
While he was dazed, Song Ci let go of him, quickly walked around him, raised her arms, and threw the basketball into the basket.
In the distance, Han Aoyu roared, "Two points, good shot!"
Song Ci held the basketball and turned around to raise her eyebrows proudly at Han Zhan.
Han Zhan raised an eyebrow, wanting to say something, but finally kept his mouth shut. Han Aoyu walked over, looked at his grandson with disdain, and lectured him with a stern face: "Useless! That's all you have!"
Han Zhan was scolded honestly, unable to refute. Han Aoyu looked at Song Ci, the little fox, and commented: "Although he won, it was not a fair victory!"
Song Ci complained in her heart: "Winning is enough, who cares about the process." But she honestly admitted her mistake: "Grandpa is right."
"I should go to bed, you should go to bed early too." After Han Aoyu left, Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci indifferently and said, "You are not kind."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
Han Zhan: "You bully me."
Song porcelain remained silent.
Han Zhan added, "You seduced me."
Song Ci raised her red lips, "Yes, I seduced you, what's the matter?" She stuffed the basketball into Han Zhan's arms and asked him, "Are you taking the bait, or are you ignoring me?"
Han Zhan grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms. Suddenly, Song Ci was lifted sideways by Han Zhan, who carried her upstairs with a powerful, hurried pace. The next morning, Song Ci woke in the early morning. Han Zhan had put her in a nightgown without her noticing. She threw back the covers and walked to the French window, where she saw Han Zhan. He was wearing old camouflage fatigues and doing a 400-meter obstacle course on the training grounds.
This was the first time Song Ci saw Han Zhan wearing camouflage clothes, which had been washed to a pale color.
After Song Ci finished dressing, she went downstairs and saw her grandfather weeding in the vegetable garden. She walked over to the garden and asked Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, do you have any photos of Brother Han when he was in the army?"
Han Ao Yu said, "Yes, I'll ask your Uncle Zhong to get it." Han Ao Yu called Zhong Buhui and gave him a few instructions. Zhong Buhui went into the house and came out not long after with a photo album in his hands.
"Song girl, here are the photos of Zhanzhan when he was in the army." He handed the photo album to Song Ci.
Song Ci took the photo album and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhong." She sat down on the wooden swing beside the garden with the album in her arms. She placed the album on her legs and spread it out, starting to look through it from the first photo.
This should be the Han family album. It contains not only photos of Han Aoyu as a young man, but also photos of Han's grandmother. Song Ci had only seen her grandmother's posthumous photos, and seeing her grandmother's youth in the album for the first time was shocking. The grandmother in the photo was about twenty years old, wearing the grass-green military uniform and cap popular in the 1960s. She had short hair that reached her shoulders, no makeup on, and bright eyes and white teeth, which made her look particularly spiritual.
In that era, this kind of appearance was really beautiful.
Turning the page further, I see my grandmother, around 40 years old, in the late 1980s. She's wearing a pure white round-necked shirt and a bright red A-line skirt. Her hair is styled in curly curls, her eyebrows are shaped, and she's wearing lipstick. She's charming and charming.
It can be seen that the social atmosphere at that time gradually became more open, and my grandmother also kept up with the fashion and learned how to put on makeup.
Turning the page further, there were photos of Han Aoyu in his middle age. Because of his military service, Han Aoyu had a righteous demeanor and a pair of sharp eyes, giving the impression of someone who wasn't to be trifled with. After seeing her grandmother's appearance and then looking at her grandfather in the photo, Song Ci felt that her grandfather was truly lucky to have married such a beautiful wife.
After flipping through a few more pictures, Song Ci finally saw her grandmother, Han Mulan. When she was little, Han Mulan was white and chubby, with a rosy face. She sat on a woven bamboo chair, smiling with her white teeth exposed, looking very cute.
The following pictures are photos of Han Mulan when she was a child.
Song Ci flipped back again, and a beautiful face suddenly jumped into her sight. At first glance, Song Ci thought she saw her mother, but when she looked again, she found that this woman looked nothing like her mother, but the expression between her eyebrows and the charm of her smile were particularly similar.
This should be what Han Zhan’s mother looks like when she grows up.
At this time, Han Zhan came over, sweating profusely, and simply took off his camouflage jacket and vest. Seeing Han Zhan without a shirt, Song Ci laughed at him: "Brother Han is being a hooligan again."
Han Zhan casually took the clean towel handed to him by Uncle Zhong and wiped his sweaty hair and neck. He walked behind Song Ci and glanced down to see Song Ci looking at the photo of her mother.
A dark glint flashed across Han Zhan's eyes. He bent down and snatched the album from Song Ci's hand, then asked her with a smile, "What are you looking at so engrossed in?"
Song Ci snatched the album back and placed it on her lap. "I'm looking at your mother's photo." Song Ci pointed to a photo of her mother-in-law, Han Mulan, when she was young and teased Han Zhan, "Brother Han, you don't look like your mother-in-law at all."
Han Zhan looked at his mother carefully and nodded, "Well, I'm not like her." He looks like his father.
Song Ci added, "Look closely, my mother-in-law and I do look a bit like each other." Song Ci touched her cheek with satisfaction, tilted her head and asked Han Zhan, "Do we look like mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?"
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's face for a while before saying, "Well, okay."
Looking at Han Mulan's cheek, Song Ci suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that your mother and my mother died too early. If they were still alive, they would definitely become good sisters."
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