"Porcelain treasure, take a look."
After all, in their family, Song Ci is the one with the heaviest idol burden.
Song Ci looked at the photo and said, "It's quite good. It's a family portrait, not an artistic photo. It doesn't need major repairs."
"Butler Cai, call the photographer back and tell him it's OK."
"Yes, ma'am."
After Butler Cai left with the tablet, Han Aoyu said to Song Ci, "Okay, everyone, please sit down, or the food will get cold."
"good."
After the old man picked up his chopsticks to eat, Song Ci and the others started eating.
Han Aoyu only picked up a few vegetables to eat, put down his chopsticks, and suddenly said, "I'll be back this afternoon."
Hearing this, Song Ci and Han Zhan raised their heads together. Song Ci tried to persuade the old man to stay: "Grandpa, please stay here for a few more days. The children will be reluctant to leave you." Children are the best candy. If you coax them, Grandpa will stay.
But this time, Han Aoyu shook his head firmly. He said, "No, I really have to go back. I haven't watered the Podocarpus your grandmother gave me in a few days."
Han Zhan said, "I'll ask Uncle Zhong to go back and water the plants."
"No, I always water the pine tree myself." Han Ao Yu seemed particularly stubborn.
He was determined to leave, and Han Zhan and Song Ci couldn't stop him. "Are you really going back?"
"Um."
"Okay then, I'll take you back myself later."
"Alright."
After dinner, Han Aoyu spent some time with his great-granddaughters. When the children were taking a nap, he put his hat on his head and said, "Let's go."
Han Zhan drove Han Aoyu back to the forest villa himself.
After returning home, Han Ao Yu took a watering can to water the Podocarpus.
Han Zhan has been recuperating from his injuries recently and is not in a hurry to go back to work, so he stays here with his grandfather.
Standing with grandpa, staring at the pot of Podocarpus, Han Zhan suddenly said: "Grandma said that you planted this Podocarpus for her with your own hands. Is that right?"
"Yes." Han Aoyu told Han Zhan the origin of the Podocarpus in detail: "During the 1960s, during the war to aid Laos against the US, your grandmother and I rarely got together. At that time, your grandmother was alone at home, so I planted this Podocarpus for her."
"When I was away, it was your grandmother who took care of this Podocarpus tree."
Han Zhan said with a smile: "So this Podocarpus not only witnessed the love between my grandparents, but also witnessed the country's transition from turmoil to stability."
"yes."
After watering the tree, the old man suddenly handed the watering can to Han Zhan and asked him, "Zhanzhan, when grandpa is gone, you take good care of it for him."
Han Zhan continued watering the kettle, his hands trembling. He looked up at the azure sky and said in a choked voice, "Grandpa, I don't want it. If you're gone, I'll dig it up with a hoe and use it as firewood."
"Don't say such angry words." Han Aoyu was already hunched over, and he had to look up to see Han Zhan clearly. "Grandpa is a rotten wood. If I didn't want to see you and Song girl return safely, I would have collapsed long ago."
He slowly raised his hand, which was covered with wrinkles and age spots, and stroked Han Zhan's cheek.
Han Aoyu sighed, "Zhanzhan, you've grown so tall now that grandpa has to stand on tiptoe to touch you."
Hearing this, Han Zhan finally lost his temper and the 1.9-meter-tall man instantly knelt down in front of the old man. "Grandpa." Han Zhan hugged Han Aoyu's waist and cried, "Grandpa, don't you want me anymore?"
Han Aoyu patted Han Zhan's shoulder and said, "Why are you crying? Grandpa is already in his eighties or nineties."
"Grandpa, Zhanzhan can't bear to leave you..." It was dark at night and no one could see Han Zhan hugging the old man and crying like a five or six-year-old child.
Late at night, Song Ci called Han Zhan when he still hadn't returned. "Brother Han, aren't you coming back tonight?" Song Ci stood at the door of the children's room and whispered to Han Zhan.
Han Zhan stood outside Han Ao Yu's door. He nodded and told Song Ci, "I'll stay here with you tonight." Han Zhan's tone was serious, as if something big had happened.
Song Ci felt uneasy. She asked hesitantly, "Grandpa, did he eat much at night?"
Han Zhan: "I hardly touched the food."
Hearing this, Song Ci's heart sank a little. "Is he asleep now?"
"Just went to bed." Han Zhan had just finished speaking when he suddenly heard the old man cough. It seemed as if he couldn't stop coughing, and the cough became more and more severe.
Song Ci also heard it.
She said, “I’ll come over too.”
"No, you stay with the kids. If, if the time comes, I'll notify you to come over."
"Okay then."
After hanging up the phone, Han Zhan opened the door and strode to his grandfather's bedside. He poured a cup of warm tea for his grandfather and handed it to him. Han Aoyu took a sip of tea and Han Zhan noticed some blood on the teacup.
But he said nothing.
Han Aoyu slowly lay down, waved to Han Zhan, and said, "You go and rest, grandpa is fine."
"good."
Han Zhan walked out quietly and closed the door for his grandfather.
He did not go back to his room to rest, but came to Zhong Buhui's room. Zhong Buhui was also asleep. He sat alone at the small tea table in the room, drinking alone.
As soon as Han Zhan entered the room and smelled the alcohol, his heart sank.
"Uncle Zhong."
Zhong Buhui put down his wine glass and looked up at Han Zhan, his expression a little panicked. "I'll just drink a sip..."
Han Zhan waved his hand and said, "It's okay, just drink." Everyone has times when they feel depressed and have nowhere to vent.
Only then did Zhong Buhui feel relieved.
He held the wine glass, took a sip, and gestured to Han Zhan to find a seat.
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