Song Ci held the three eggs and said with a smile, "Should I hatch them?"
Han Zhan: "Are you willing?"
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan meaningfully and said, "Of course I am willing. It depends on whether you are willing or not." She was no longer referring to hatching eggs, but giving birth to a child.
Han Zhan suppressed the smile in his eyes. He looked at Song Ci deeply and said, "Let's wait until the Mu family's affairs are settled before we prepare for pregnancy."
Song Ci didn't respond. She held the bird's egg in her hand and walked along the white line of the asphalt road. There was a slope below the edge, and Han Zhan was worried that Song Ci would fall, so he couldn't help but remind her: "Watch out, don't fall."
Song Ci suddenly stopped.
Han Zhan stopped and looked down at Song Ci without saying a word.
Song Ci didn't look back. She lowered her eyes to look at her toes and suddenly asked softly, "Brother Han, do you regret it?"
"Hmm?" Han Zhan asked her, "What do you mean?"
Song Ci finally turned around. She held the bird's egg in her left hand and grabbed Han Zhan's arm with her right. She looked up at him and said, "You told me you lost your hand saving someone. Over the years, thinking about those two lost fingers and your unattainable dreams, do you regret saving that person?"
Han Zhan said nothing.
Song Ci bit her rosy lower lip, and when it gradually turned pale, she said, "If you hadn't saved that person, your hand wouldn't have been broken. That person shattered your dream."
Han Zhan's expression gradually darkened.
He looked at Song Ci disapprovingly, his expression grave and serious. He said in a deep voice, "Song Ci, you are insulting a soldier."
Song Ci was frightened and didn't dare to look directly at Han Zhan.
Han Zhan added, "In ancient times, the Great Wall defended against foreign invaders, and today, the military spirit protects China. Obeying orders is a soldier's duty, and defending the country is a soldier's belief. Even if I retire, the military spirit will never die. It will always be engraved in every bone of my body. Ask me if I regret it..."
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's trembling pupils with his bright eyes. His sonorous voice was sacred and could not be desecrated: "You are insulting my personality."
Song Ci's body softened.
She quickly hugged Han Zhan's waist with one hand and buried her cheek in his chest. Hearing Han Zhan's somewhat excited heartbeat, Song Ci felt a dull pain in her heart. "But Brother Han, I feel sorry for you..."
When Song Ci was rescued, he once inquired about the whereabouts of the PLA soldier, but the rescue site was in chaos and everyone was busy saving people. Who could pay attention to an ordinary soldier?
Song Ci thought about how she had sometimes joked with Han Zhan about his mutilated right hand after they got married, and she wanted to slap herself! He had had two fingers sawed off to save her, and she had dared to laugh at his incompleteness!
Song Ci, you are not human!
"Han Zhan, Han Zhan, I'm sorry!" I'm the one who caused you trouble...
Song Ci hugged Han Zhan tightly and cried silently.
Seeing Song Ci crying, Han Zhan thought that his words were too harsh and his expression was too fierce, which frightened her. He sighed and put his hand on Song Ci's back and gently stroked it.
"Cibao, it's worth using two fingers to exchange for a person's safety and health." He kissed Song Ci's hair and said, "You can feel sorry for me, but don't cry for me. It makes me sad."
Song Ci wanted to stop crying, but she couldn't.
After a long moment, she straightened up sheepishly. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, then burst into laughter and jokingly said, "Luckily I didn't put on makeup this morning, otherwise I would have looked so ugly crying."
Han Zhan stared at her tearful face and asked her thoughtfully, "Why did you suddenly think of these things?"
For various reasons, Song Ci was reluctant to tell Han Zhan the truth. She held up a bird's egg and said, "Seeing you climbing a tree and imagining how carefree you used to be, I feel sorry for what you've been through."
"It's okay. We have survived the most difficult times. Life is fine now." Han Zhan took Song Ci's right hand and led her down the mountain.
After returning home, Song Ci originally planned to steam the bird eggs, but Han Aoyu said, "The weather is getting cooler, let's have a barbecue tonight."
Song Ci rubbed her hands and said, "Then roast the bird eggs and eat them!"
Han Aoyu glanced at Han Zhan and said, "Barbecue is only as good as beer!"
"Yes! Grandpa, do you like beer? Do you have any at home? If not, I'll go buy some!" Song Ci hadn't eaten barbecue for a long time, and his mouth started to water.
Han Aoyu said cheerfully, "Why not? When I was young, I loved drinking ice beer. It was cheap and refreshing!"
Han Zhan poured a bucket of cold water down: "What to drink? People with high blood pressure are not allowed to drink alcohol." After a pause, Han Zhan looked at Han Aoyu with compassion and said: "But you can have a glass of juice."
Han Aoyu immediately blew his beard and glared, saying angrily: "Where did this little beast come from? He has no conscience at all!"
Han Zhan still had no expression on his face: "Don't drink."
Seeing Han Zhan's disrespect for him, Han Aoyu couldn't help but start arguing with him. Song Ci suppressed her laughter as she watched the grandfather and grandson bickering, feeling that this scene was particularly heartwarming.
In the evening, Han Zhan really set up a barbecue grill in the yard. As the men were all carnivores, the ingredients they prepared were mostly meat. Considering Song Ci's idol image, Han Zhan also prepared some vegetables.
"Do you want to eat some leeks?" Han Zhan was holding a thin iron skewer with a plate of chopped leeks in front of him, intending to make them into barbecue skewers.
Song Ci said, "If you want to eat them, put them on a plate. When they are roasted, add an egg. It will taste good that way."
"That's fine." Han Zhan dropped the skewers and went to the refrigerator to get the bowl of meat. Song Ci followed Han Zhan and asked from behind, "Brother Han, can I have some roasted durian?"
Han Zhan, who was not wearing a gas mask, was silent for a moment and refused, "Grandpa doesn't like durian. He gets dizzy when he smells it." It would be a good idea to drag Grandpa to take the blame if something goes wrong.
Sure enough, when Song Ci heard that her grandfather didn’t like eating durian, she immediately gave up the idea.
Because Han Zhan was cold-blooded and ruthless, Han Ao Yu only ate a skewer of roasted lamb and beef that night and drank half a cup of watermelon juice. He then got up and took a walk to digest the food and prepared to go to bed on time.
Song Ci was concentrating on eating the beef skewers that Han Zhan had grilled for her. It took her a long time to notice the phone ringing in her pocket.
The phone rang for an unknown amount of time before Song Ci finally heard it.
Song Ci took out her phone and saw that the caller was Song Fei. She hurriedly carried the beef skewers to the quiet garden. Sitting down on the solid wood hanging chair, Song Ci finally answered the phone. "Song Fei."
Hearing the sound of Song Ci chewing food, Song Fei asked her, "What are you eating?"
"Do you want to eat beef skewers?"
Song Fei had been eating light meals recently, and when she heard about beef skewers, her taste buds piqued. "I want to eat it."
"It's a pity you can't have it." Song Ci deliberately teased Song Fei: "My brother Han's grilled beef skewers are very delicious. I'll treat you another day."
"Maybe next year." Song Fei said.
Song Ci was stunned by this answer. "Why wait until next year?" Her voice unconsciously became tense.
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