The country has nine years of compulsory education. After graduating from kindergarten, children can go directly to public elementary and junior high schools. Those with good grades will go on to high school and university with the help of the "Returning Home Charity Foundation."
Children with poor academic performance will also be sent to vocational colleges to master a skill so that they can support their families when they enter society in the future.
Han Rang had devoted all his energy to the orphanage in the past few years, and he and Nan Yanyan had never conceived a child. It was not until eight years ago that Nan Yanyan became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter for Han Rang.
Their daughter was named Han Yishan.
As Shi Tiesheng said, life kisses me with pain, but I repay it with songs. Han Rang named his daughter Han Yishan to convey a concept -
Even if this world brings me pain and makes me homeless, I will repay it with kindness and grow up healthily.
Han Yishan was just like Han Miao when he was a child, chubby and wearing a red down jacket. His chubby face turned a little red in the cold wind.
Seeing Han Miao and the others, Han Yishan quickly slipped down from his father's arms. "Brother, sister." Han Yishan quickly ran to sit next to Han Miao and Han Zheng, raised his head and told them a shocking code.
Han Zheng and Han Miao both looked at her curiously. Han Miao asked her, "What's the secret?"
Han Yishan excitedly told them: "I'm in love, I have a boyfriend!"
Han Miao and others: "..."
Han Zheng suppressed his laughter and asked Han Yishan: "Oh? Is your boyfriend handsome?"
Han Yishan raised her hand and said, "He is the most handsome one in our family!" The home she was referring to was the orphanage. Han Yishan grew up with those brothers and sisters since she was a child. They are a family.
Han Miao asked Han Rang: "Uncle Rang, is your daughter really in love?"
Han Rang snorted, "You little girl, you're dreaming."
Han Yishan was unconvinced and snorted. Then he crossed his arms, raised his chin, and said to Han Rang with a haughty look, "Dad, you're just jealous that I have a handsome and smart boyfriend! And you don't!"
Han Rang was speechless and lay on the sofa as if he had no bones.
Han Zhan came out of the kitchen and happened to hear the conversation between Han Yishan and Han Rang. He walked over and picked up Han Yishan who was lying on the sofa. Han Yishan was just feeling happy when he heard Han Zhan say, "Has Xiaoshan gained weight?"
Han Yishan was struck by lightning and immediately became unhappy. "Uncle is so annoying. I don't love him anymore."
Han Zhan patted Han Yishan's butt and said, "You said last time that you wanted to marry your uncle. Do you not love your uncle anymore?"
Han Yishan put her index fingers together and tapped them together. She said, "I won't marry you. I have a new boyfriend."
The child's words made everyone laugh.
Han Zhan asked Arang, "Why are you free to come here today?"
Arjan said, "Qingjia is officially taking over the Son of God. Let me ask you, do you want to attend her succession ceremony?"
Su Qingjia is already 19 years old. She started doing business with Cecilio when she was 15 years old. Now she has grown up and is ready to officially take over Cecilio's business.
The succession ceremony is a very grand event, and Han Zhan and Arang should attend it.
"Which day?"
"Before the New Year, the specific time has not been determined yet."
"Go ahead. If you don't go, who knows how that girl will scold us next time we meet." Han Zhan saw the servants bringing the food to the table. He said to Arang, "Your sister-in-law cooked lunch today. You're in for a treat. Let's go and eat together."
"good."
After lunch, Han Rang carried Han Yishan back to the orphanage.
Song Ci and Han Zhan sent the three children to the car. After watching the car drive away, Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci's waist and asked her, "Do you want to take a nap?"
Song Ci saw the flame of desire dancing in Han Zhan's eyes. She grabbed Han Zhan's arm, squeezed it, and said with a smile, "Let's go take a nap!"
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On the way to Wangjiangshan Airport, Han Miao pouted and said, "My dad will definitely be very happy when we leave." They all understood that if they continued to stay at home, they would be like three light bulbs.
Han Zheng was reading the Civil Code. Hearing this, he said without even looking up, "Of course they are. The light bulbs are gone. How can they not be happy?"
Han Miao propped up his chin with his hand and tilted his head as he said, "I hope my future marriage will be as sweet as my parents'."
Han Zheng stared at Han Miao for a moment before saying, "First, you have to lose weight."
Han Miao was so angry that he punched Han Zheng without mercy.
Han Zheng rubbed the shoulder that was hit and quickly hid to the side.
The phone in Han Zheng's pocket vibrated. He took out his phone and opened WeChat messages, and saw a dozen text messages from Yan Chuyu.
Xiaoyu: [Brother Zheng, I was beaten!]
Xiaoyu: [When I kissed Jiang Sheng, that bastard Jiang Qing saw me. He went home and complained to his father, saying I bullied his sister. Mr. Jiang came to my house this afternoon to demand an explanation. My father found out what I did and was so angry that he grabbed a stick and beat me so hard that my legs were almost broken.]
Xiaoyu: [Jiang Qing, that bastard, I curse him to never get married!]
When Han Zheng saw the news about Yan Chuyu, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Yan Chuyu is the son of Yan Jiang and Song Fei, and Han Zheng's cousin, two months younger than him. Jiang Sheng is the daughter of her cousin Han Wangwang and her brother-in-law Jiang Zhen, and is only thirteen years old. Jiang Qing is even younger, at ten.
Speaking of which, Yan Chuyu and Jiang Sheng are of different generations, so Jiang Sheng has to call Yan Chuyu "uncle".
It’s such a mess!
The generations are confusing enough, and this matter is also confusing.
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