"Then it depends on your ability."
As he spoke, Han Zhan placed the written couplet aside, pressed it down with a pen holder, and let it dry. He then wrote on another piece of paper, "May the weather be favorable and the rain be favorable, and may the prosperous year be blessed."
Before writing the horizontal scroll, Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What should I write on it?"
Song Ci smiled lightly, "What else could it be? Peace and prosperity for the country and the people."
"Well, you're the smartest talker, so I'll just listen to you."
Han Zhan wrote the words "Peace and Prosperity for the Country and the People" and then put down his brush. He began to put on his prosthesis, saying, "Cibao, our family couplets are now in your hands. Take this one to our villa halfway up the mountain later."
"good."
Song Ci's calligraphy was not very good, but it was not that he couldn't write. Han Zhan stood aside and saw Song Ci write the following couplet:
Beautiful mountains, beautiful waters and beautiful daughter-in-law.
He raised his eyebrows but did not stop Song Ci from continuing, thinking that Song Ci's calligraphy did look quite realistic.
The second line, Songci wrote:
Produce silver, produce gold, produce thousands of gold.
Horizontal banner——
Song Dynasty porcelain will be born.
After reading it, Han Zhan clapped silently, "Well written!"
Song Ci also followed Han Zhan's example and placed the couplets on the bookshelf and found something to press them down to dry.
As soon as the couplets dried, Song Ci couldn't wait to post them on the front door. She was so bold because she knew that this was a private house and no one else would see them. If someone really came, Song Ci would not post them on the door.
Without having lunch, the couple went to the villa halfway up the mountain, taking the couplets and some daily necessities they bought yesterday.
As they passed the Cheng family's old house, Song Ci looked out the window at the Cheng family, her mind drifting away. The Cheng family celebrated Chinese New Year with great ceremony and great respect for the rules. Song Ci had spent five or six years at the Cheng family, and none of them had been easy or joyful.
Han Zhan saw her looking at the Cheng family's gate. He freed one hand to hold Song Ci's head, straightened her face, and made her look at the forest in front. "Why look at other people's homes? Look at your own home."
Song Ci stared at her home in the villa halfway up the mountain and laughed.
The old man got up early. Although Zhong Buhui had gone to his son's house to celebrate the New Year, the two security guards were still by his side. The courtyard of the villa halfway up the mountain was clean, and red lanterns were hung under the eaves.
As soon as Song Ci got off the car, he smelled the aroma of food.
Hearing the sound of a car, Han Aoyu emerged from the house. He wore a long, army-green coat and a cap to keep out the cold, looking like any other village elder. Song Ci suspected the Han family ran a wholesale factory for military overcoats, as Han Zhan also had several of the same coats.
When Han Aoyu saw Han Zhan coming, he said to him, "We're just waiting for your couplet."
"I brought it."
Han Zhan and Song Ci finished pasting the couplet. Han Aoyu stared at the words "Peace and Prosperity for the Country and the People" with a look of nostalgia. They had experienced many turbulent times in their lives, and "Peace and Prosperity for the Country and the People" had been his lifelong ideal.
Some die in turbulent times, some endure the turmoil and hope for peace, and some live in peacetime only to plot a catastrophe. Only those who have experienced the turmoil of displacement know the value of peace and prosperity.
Han Aoyu laughed and patted Han Zhan on the shoulder. He said, "Zhanzhan, your generation hasn't suffered the hardships we have, but you must remember that every man is responsible for the fate of his country! You may be a high-ranking CEO today, but don't forget that you came from the village. Your grandfather was a farmer's son."
"You must also understand one thing: China producing the world's richest man is completely different from the world's richest man being from China. Devoting oneself to one's country isn't just about fighting in battle to defend the country; it's about leading the people toward prosperity. Isn't that also devoting oneself to one's country?"
Han Zhan listened humbly. He understood his grandfather's good intentions. Staring at his grandfather's increasingly aged face, Han Zhan's heart softened. He told Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, don't worry. I will always remember that I am Chinese."
Han Ao Yu looked at his grandson who was half a head taller than him and nodded with satisfaction.
"Ah, I still have pig's trotters stewing in the pot. I'll go check it out. Song girl, you and Zhan Zhan come and help too."
"good."
Looking at her grandfather's back, Song Ci frowned and said, "I heard from Uncle Zhong that grandpa's sleep quality has declined a lot this month." For an elderly person, once he starts to have trouble sleeping, his health will be greatly affected.
Han Aoyu is already over eighty years old, and his life is probably coming to an end. What he said today, aren't they his last words?
Zhong Buhui would regularly report to Han Zhan about the changes in his grandfather's daily routine. How could Han Zhan not know that his grandfather's health was not as good as before? "Let's go, let's help him prepare the reunion dinner."
"good."
They cooked a total of twelve dishes for this reunion dinner. Han Aoyu was a very particular old man, and he cooked all the traditional dishes that must be cooked during the Spring Festival. Song Ci stared at the table full of fish and meat, and her heart was deeply touched.
She poured herself a glass of coconut water and half a glass of wine for Han Aoyu. "Come on, Grandpa, Song Ci wishes you good health in the new year!"
Han Aoyu waved his hand, "And I'm dying." Most old people would be reluctant to say such things at the reunion dinner table, but Han Aoyu was a man who took it easy. He pointed at Song Ci's belly and said, "I'm just looking forward to seeing your child this year!"
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'll try my best!"
Han Ao Yu laughed out loud.
The three of them had a reunion dinner, and Han Aoyu gave Song Ci a car key.
Song Ci was confused, thinking that her grandfather was going to give her a car as a New Year's gift? As she was thinking this, she heard Han Aoyu say, "Song girl, go open the car, there's a surprise."
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