Han Ao Yu reluctantly took off his pants and lay on the bed.
The skin of an elderly person is loose, not good-looking, and feels strange to the touch. But Han Zhan didn't mind. He poured the medicinal wine on the old man's skin and rubbed it vigorously with his palms to let the wine take effect.
Han Aoyu sighed and said, "Oh, I'm really old now. Grandpa used to be so majestic, but now... well, a hero never brags about his past achievements."
Han Zhan knew that the old man must be feeling bad, so he said, "Grandpa is in great health compared to other elderly people."
"That's true. Most of the old guys who fought and worked together in the past are gone." Now the few who are left are like they are fighting with each other to see who can live longer.
Han Zhan said, "Then you should be content."
Han Aoyu shook his head and said, "You can't refuse to accept your age!"
Han Aoyu screwed the lid on the medicinal wine bottle and said, "Okay."
Grandpa pulled up his pajamas, turned over, and faced Han Zhan. Looking at Han Zhan's handsome and deep face, Han Aoyu suddenly sighed: "When I brought you back, your face was skinny and not even as big as your grandmother's palm."
"How come you've grown up so quickly and I've grown old too?"
Han Zhan said, "More than 20 years have passed."
"I want to live two more years." Han Aoyu looked at the ceiling and said longingly, "I want to spend a few more years with the little ones."
"Then quit drinking!"
Grandpa didn't say anything.
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Han Zhan went back upstairs and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.
He got into bed. Song Ci smelled the lingering scent of medicinal wine on Han Zhan's body. She asked Han Zhan, "Where else did Grandpa fall?"
"I fell on my butt."
Song Ci remembered that Grandpa had indeed landed on his butt first. "Is it serious?"
"If there's a bruise, it might hurt for two days."
"Then will Grandpa agree to go to the hospital with you tomorrow morning?"
"I agree."
Hearing this, Song Ci finally felt relieved.
The next morning, when Song Ci got up, the ground around him was already cold.
It seems that Han Zhan has been up for a while.
Song Ci touched his mouth, feeling a little aggrieved.
Recently, Han Zhan came home late and got up early. It seemed that he hadn't given her a good morning kiss for a long time.
After Song Ci changed her clothes and went downstairs, she saw Han Zhan squatting beside a cardboard box sorting things, and Zhong Buhui handed bottle of wine to Han Zhan.
Under Han Aoyu's unwilling gaze, Han Zhan put the wine neatly into the paper box.
"What are you doing?" Song Ci didn't understand their act.
Before Han Zhan and Zhong Buhui could say anything, Han Aoyu turned around, stared at Song Ci with grievance, and complained to her: "My good grandson, he is going to throw away the good wine that I have collected for many years."
"Inside, there are all the wines given to me by old friends! The old guys are all buried, but the wine they gave me is still here. Seeing wine is like seeing people, and I often miss them when I see things. But Han Zhan threw away my wine, and I didn't even think about it."
Han Ao Yu found a good excuse for his love of wine.
Song Ci was not moved by Han Ao Yu's touching speech.
She walked over to Zhong Buhui and helped her pass the wine to Han Zhan. While she was working, Song Ci suggested, "Brother Han, it would be a waste to throw away so much wine. It would be better to donate it."
Han Zhan said, "I think so too. These are all rare Moutai bottles, and they are worth a lot of money."
Han Zhan looked up at Han Aoyu and said, "Let's auction it off and donate the proceeds to the nursing home, okay?"
Han Ao Yu wanted to refuse.
Han Zhan added, "Grandpa, those elderly people in the nursing home have no partners, no children or grandchildren, they are very pitiful."
"The money you earned from selling these bottles of Moutai could buy them a warm quilt and down jacket."
Hearing this, Song Ci turned around, looked at Han Aoyu with sparkling eyes, and said: "Grandpa, doing good deeds is to accumulate virtue for the children."
The compliment of "accumulating virtue" was placed on Han Ao Yu's head, and he really couldn't say no.
He reluctantly waved his hand at the wine and said, "Take it away, take it away. I don't want to drink anymore!"
He wanted to live two more years to spend time with his great-granddaughter, so it was time to quit drinking.
That same day, Han Zhan sent the box of Moutai to the auction house under Han Aoyu's name. Three days later, good news arrived: the six bottles had been sold for a whopping three million yuan.
The bottle of Moutai that Han Aoyu had opened and drunk half of was sold at a sky-high price of 600,000 yuan!
Just think about it, it would be such an honor to be able to drink a sip of Moutai that Han Aoyu has drunk!
After Han Zhan received the money, he donated it to a dilapidated nursing home in the west in the name of Han Ao Yu that day.
Han Ao Yu is an internet addict.
When he found out that his donation was reported by a media outlet on Weibo, he couldn't help but forward the post and leave a comment saying:
Wine money is a personal possession, something you can't bring with you when you're born and can't take with you when you die. I'm already old, so keeping it would be a waste. Why make such a big fuss about it?
Seeing Han Aoyu forwarded that comment, his little fans left messages one after another:
Military fan: Mr. Han is really magnanimous, and his ideological awareness is so high!
Beauty: Mr. Han, look here, I want to make a heart shape for you!
Yutu sister loves to eat fish: Look, these veteran military leaders are so honest, they donated such precious Maotai without hesitation. We should learn from Mr. Han.
Sweetheart: The person above, you can learn from Mr. Han, but first of all, you need to have six bottles of collector's edition Moutai.
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