When he came to the kitchen, he saw his grandfather staring at the sink in a daze. Han Zhan asked in a deep voice, "Grandpa, will you go with us?" After grandma passed away, grandpa only went to see her grave and never went there again.
Han Ao Yu waved his hand and said, "I won't go. You go with Song girl." Seeing the cold cemetery, Han Ao Yu felt uncomfortable. He was old and could not stand the stimulation.
"Okay, I'll go with Song Ci."
Han Zhan walked over and patted his grandfather on the back, squeezed it hard, and then left.
The hilltop where Han Zhan's family lived was entirely Han Aoyu's territory. His grandmother wasn't cremated after her death, but was buried directly on the top of the mountain in a prime Feng Shui location. There was a parking lot on the hillside, and all the cars were neatly parked.
Everyone got off the bus and climbed more than a hundred stone steps on foot before arriving at Grandma Lin Duanfang's grave.
This is a joint burial tomb, with my grandmother's tombstone on the right and an open space on the left, which is the burial plot reserved for Han Aoyu. The tombstone is very grand, with an inscription carved on the pure black surface, and it is embellished with gold.
In the upper right corner of the tombstone is a photo of my grandmother in her old age. In the photo, my grandmother is wearing a light gray knitted cardigan with a blue floral skirt underneath. She is wearing reading glasses and staring at the camera quietly, looking elegant and calm.
Zhong Buhui placed a square table in front of the tombstone, and Han Zhan placed the dishes made by Han Aoyu on the table. The table was full of dishes, all of which were the favorites of grandma when she was alive.
"Grandma, I'm Zhanzhan." Han Zhan placed a durian on the table under his breath. "Grandpa asked me to bring you a durian. Durian is very expensive this year. Grandpa laughed at you for being a money-eating beast. Even after you left, the money in his pocket still flew out."
Hearing this, Song Ci, Zhong Buhui and others all pursed their lips and smiled.
Han Zhan lit three incense sticks, walked to the tombstone and knelt down. He kowtowed and inserted the incense into the incense burner. Staring at his grandmother's photo, Han Zhan told her: "Grandma, I got married, and I brought my wife back today. Take a look."
Looking back at Song Ci, who was standing behind him, her posture obedient and her head slightly lowered, Han Zhan's heart softened. "Her name is Song Ci. She's very beautiful and very capable. She can knit, cook, and fly. She loves durian, just like you."
"Like grandpa, I also found a gold-eating beast for myself." After a pause, Han Zhan's voice was filled with a smile when he spoke again: "Grandma, if you are still alive in heaven, please bless Zhan Zhan and Song Ci to be together for the rest of their lives."
Song Ci stood aside and blushed silently after hearing this.
Han Zhan handed three incense sticks to Song Ci. "Come, Cibao, burn incense for grandma."
Song Ci knelt beside Han Zhan and lit the incense. Holding the three sticks, she looked at the photo of her gracefully aging grandmother, then glanced up at Han Zhan's resolute and handsome face beside her. Some long-lost memories surfaced in her mind...
Eight years ago, when the earthquake struck, the moment Song Ci was thrown into the bathroom by Song Fei, the building collapsed. Because the bathroom had a strong load-bearing capacity, only one corner collapsed. Song Ci was hiding in the innermost corner and was hit in the lower back, but the injury was not serious.
Song Ci was trapped under the rubble, without light, food or water. After an unknown amount of time, a ray of light finally shone through. She trembled as she opened her heavy eyelids and slowly turned around. She could vaguely see a young soldier in camouflage uniform.
His face was covered with dust, even his eyebrows were covered with dust.
Seeing Song Ci open her eyes and still alive, the man's tense, gray face finally cracked into a relieved smile. After seeing so many corpses, finally seeing a living person was a ray of hope.
"Don't be afraid, little girl. I will rescue you right away and you will be safe soon!" He moved the cement board across her lower back and just as he hugged her shoulders, the ground began to shake again.
In an instant, the dangerous building tilted and collapsed completely, and the sound of people screaming was everywhere. When the building collapsed, it was that man who stood behind her!
Her life was given by Han Zhan...
Song Ci's vision became blurry again.
She held up three incense sticks and kowtowed deeply to her grandmother, her forehead making a dull thud on the ground. Hearing this, Han Zhan couldn't help but remind Song Ci: "Cibao, don't use so much force."
Song Ci straightened up and knocked down with still great force.
Han Zhan frowned, thought for a moment, and decided not to stop her. After bowing, Song Ci said to her grandmother, "Don't worry, grandma. I, Song Ci, will love Han Zhan for the rest of my life. From now on, I will knit sweaters for Brother Han for the rest of his life."
Han Zhan felt warm in his heart when he heard this.
On the way back, Song Ci stopped Han Zhan who was about to get in the car and said, "Brother Han, please walk with me for a while. It's not far anyway, and it's nice to walk."
Han Zhan looked down at her feet, his eyes filled with concern, "Does your toe hurt anymore?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Han Zhan called Fang Shen in front of him and told him, "Uncle Fang, drive my car down the mountain and let's walk for a while."
"OK."
After all the cars had left, Song Ci and Han Zhan walked hand in hand down the asphalt road. Han Zhan had grown up on this hilltop and was very familiar with every plant and tree on this hill.
When they reached the bend in the road, Han Zhan pulled Song Ci to a sturdy tree. "This tree is so big! I smelled the sweet scent of osmanthus just now at the top of the mountain." Song Ci opened her arms and tried to hug the osmanthus tree, but she couldn't.
Han Zhan walked over to her, opened his long arms, touched Song Ci's fingertips with his, and together they embraced the thick trunk of the osmanthus tree. Song Ci looked up at the towering tree and said, "It must be older than you and me combined."
Han Zhan withdrew his hand and walked over to Song Ci's side. He said, "This osmanthus tree is over two hundred years old. When I was a kid, I often climbed up the tree to get bird eggs."
Putting his hands over his eyes to block out the strong sunlight, Han Zhan looked up at the treetops. After squinting for a few seconds, Han Zhan said, "There's a bird's nest over there. I'll go see if there are any eggs."
Han Zhan took off his coat and handed it to Song Ci. He rolled up his trouser legs and climbed up the tree with ease. Song Ci was worried that he would fall, so she hurriedly reminded him, "Brother Han, step carefully and don't step on the dead branches."
"rest assured."
Han Zhan is a master at climbing trees and his movements are very steady.
Song Ci looked at his movements and said sarcastically, "Brother Han, you look like a monkey when you climb a tree."
Han Zhan almost missed a step.
He growled, "Shut up!"
Song Ci quickly closed her mouth.
Han Zhan squatted on a branch and looked into the bird's nest. He saw three white eggs. Han Zhan lowered his head and said to Song Ci, "There are three eggs!"
Song Ci was very happy. "Take it down!"
"good."
Han Zhan wrapped his left arm around a branch above his head and reached for the bird's nest with his right hand, easily taking three eggs. He put the eggs in his trouser pocket and searched other bird nests, but found no more eggs.
"there is none left."
Song Ci waved at Han Zhan. "Then come down quickly."
Han Zhan finally came down from the tree. After landing, he handed the bird eggs to Song Ci like a treasure and said, "All the eggs are yours."
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