The calm and elegant smile on Song Ci's face finally turned into a wry smile. "Grandpa, you are really old but your heart is young."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Han Aoyu noticed the tea was cold, so she asked Song Ci to pour her a hot cup. Song Ci stood up, bent over, picked up the purple clay teapot, and poured Han Aoyu a cup of hot tea.
Holding the hot tea in both hands and handing it to Han Aoyu, Song Ci heard Han Aoyu say: "Tell me, what do you want to ask me?"
Song Ci really had something he wanted to talk to Han Ao Yu about.
Sitting down again, Song Ci pondered for a moment before asking Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, what was Brother Han like when you found him? I want to know."
She wanted to understand Han Zhan clearly.
Han Aoyu sighed and said, "It's terrible."
Song Ci's heart sank, and she asked, "How bad is it?"
"That child's eyes are as ferocious as a wolf's. He always looks at people with a sense of aggression."
Han Ao Yu held the cup of tea in his palm and lost himself in memories.
He recounted the story: "When I found Han Zhan, he was covered in blood, kneeling on the ground holding his mother's body. When I saw his emaciated body and the dense needle holes on his arms, my heart was broken."
"I wanted to take Mulan's body away, but Han Zhan wouldn't let me touch her. I told him I was his grandfather and that I was there to take him home. He looked at me coldly and with distrust. When I took out a photo of me and his mother, he finally looked at me and asked me a question."
Han Ao Yu still remembers that sentence clearly, word for word.
Song Ci had a feeling that the words would be very hurtful, so she boldly asked, "What did you say?"
The wrinkles on Han Aoyu's face trembled. He said, "Zhanzhan asked me: Mr. Han, where have you been all these years? Where were you when my mother died?"
Song Ci's eyelids twitched, but she said nothing.
"I was completely overwhelmed. I'd never felt so guilty and sad before. I wanted to hug him, but he avoided me like a venomous snake. I forcibly brought him back to Wangdong City and arranged for the country's best team of virus experts and psychologists to provide him with psychological counseling."
"When the doctor examined him at the hospital, he discovered many knife scars on his body. Some were deep, and some were shallow. I thought they were caused by that beast Edward abusing him, but the doctor told me that Zhan Zhan had cut himself. Song girl, can you imagine how I felt at the time? I still remember how sadly your grandmother cried when she heard about this."
Not only the grandmother cried, but even the strong-willed Han Ao Yu shed tears beside Han Zhan's bed.
Seeing that Han Aoyu was a little excited, Song Ci thought of the old man's high blood pressure, so she hurried to comfort Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, don't be excited. It's all in the past. Isn't Brother Han quite healthy now?"
Han Aoyu nodded and rubbed his slightly hot eyes with his hands. After calming down, he spoke in a deep voice and continued, "For the first six months after returning to China, Zhanzhan hardly spoke a word, but after falling asleep he would always scream for his mother. During that time, his grandmother and I went through a lot of torment. Every night when we heard him cry for his mother, our hearts would bleed."
His daughter was killed and his grandson became mentally ill. During that time, Han Ao Yu and his lover both had gray hair.
"But fortunately, hard work pays off. After two years of psychological counseling, Zhanzhan's mental state has improved, and he's willing to talk to people again. However, during the treatment, he took a lot of hormones, and his body became much fatter. But at that time, the fact that the child was alive was a good thing, so what did it matter if he was a little fatter or thinner?"
"Grandpa is right. Being alive is more important than anything else." Song Ci felt a dull pain in her chest when she thought of Han Zhan's nonchalant tone every time he mentioned his obesity as a child.
Han Zhan is a person who is always used to hiding all his pain.
Giving Song Ci a deep look, Han Aoyu finally felt a sense of relief after seeing how much Song Ci cared for her grandson. "Song Ci, let me apologize to you on behalf of Han Zhan."
This "I'm sorry" was too heavy for Song Ci to bear. Her face changed slightly, and she said hurriedly, "Grandpa, don't say that. Han Zhan is the one who is wrong. You are embarrassing me by saying that."
"Song Ci, Zhanzhan was extremely wrong in this matter, but grandpa was also selfish. I still hope you can forgive Zhanzhan. Zhanzhan was forced to separate from us when he was two years old. His childhood was so miserable. He even watched his father kill his mother. Song girl, you had a very happy childhood. You can't imagine! How did Zhanzhan survive?"
"Zhanzhan foolishly took advantage of you, but he has come to his senses and confessed his mistakes to you. If he didn't really like you, Zhanzhan would not have told you these things."
"Song Ci, confessing is his surrender to his feelings. Can you, considering that this is Han Zhan's first offense, forgive him this time?"
Han Aoyu is old and can no longer manage the world and the people, but he still wants to protect his family. He can't bear to see Han Zhan and Song Ci continue to be deadlocked, and still hopes that the couple can live a happy life.
Song Ci was not seriously injured by Han Zhan, nor did she lose any flesh. Her life was saved by Han Zhan, and she no longer blamed Han Zhan in her heart.
Besides, the old man had already lowered himself so much, Song Ci was not a heartless person, so he forgave Han Zhan. "Okay, Grandpa, I listen to you. I don't blame Brother Han anymore."
Han Aoyu extended his hand to Song Ci, patted the back of her hand, and said, "I'm sorry to have wronged you this time, Song girl."
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