Looking at her mother-in-law's expression and smile, Song Ci said with a smile, "In fact, your mother's demeanor is very similar to my mother's. People would believe they are sisters."
Han Zhan uttered a question from his throat: "Is it similar?"
"Well, you haven't seen what my mother looked like when she was alive. If you had, you would know how similar they are when they smile." Song Ci didn't stare at her mother-in-law's photo for long. She continued to flip through the pages, trying to find a picture of Han Zhan wearing a military uniform.
Han Zhan stood behind the swing, staring at a full and fragrant rose in front of Song Ci, a little absent-minded.
Song Ci's exclamation drew Han Zhan's attention back to—
"Brother Han, you look so handsome in your military uniform!"
Han Zhan lowered his eyes upon hearing the voice and saw a photo from his youth in the album. It was a photo of Han Zhan and Han Aoyu. Han Zhan was wearing a military uniform, standing shoulder to shoulder with his grandfather in front of the army gate. They stood straight, like two tall pine trees.
Han Zhan has seen and worn many luxurious haute couture garments, but the one he is most obsessed with and loves the most in his life will always be the military uniform.
Han Zhan told Song Ci: "This is a photo my grandfather took when he visited me in the army just after I finished recruit training."
Song Ci touched Han Zhan's cheek in the photo and said with a smile, "You were so tender back then."
"Don't beat around the bush and imply that I'm old. No matter how old I am, I'm more than enough to satisfy you." Han Zhan simply lifted his long legs, flipped over the swing, and sat next to Song Ci.
Song Ci pretended not to understand his dirty jokes.
She flipped back and came across Han Zhan’s high school graduation photo.
At this time, Han Zhan's eyes were sharp and he didn't know how to restrain them. He wore a black T-shirt, had short hair, deep facial features and a pair of gray-blue eyes, which made him look like a sharp sword.
Han Zhan glanced at the photo and saw a rope hanging around his neck.
Song Ci was about to take a closer look at Han Zhan's youthful demeanor when Han Zhan suddenly extended a long arm and quickly snatched the photo album from Song Ci's hand. Closing the album, Han Zhan stood up and said, "Let's go have breakfast. We'll go up the mountain to pay our respects to Grandma later."
Song Ci hadn't finished looking through the album yet. She had been feeling a bit regretful and wanted to act coquettishly with Han Ge to finish looking through the album. But after hearing what he said, she immediately gave up the idea. She nodded and said, "Let's go eat."
As they walked towards the restaurant, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Tell me what you need to pay attention to when worshipping the deceased in your family."
Han Zhan told Song Ci what he needed to pay attention to.
After breakfast, Zhong Buhui accompanied Han Aoyu to prepare the sacrifice, while Han Zhan went upstairs to change clothes. Song Ci walked to the TV, opened the TV cabinet, and took out the photo album that Han Zhan had stuffed in.
She looked back upstairs and felt that Han Zhan would not come down for the time being, so she walked to the mahogany sofa with the photo album and sat down.
Putting the photo album on his lap, Song Ci hesitated for a long time before opening it.
Han's sudden move to take the photo album just now clearly indicated something fishy. Song Ci suspected that there must be a secret hidden behind this album that Han Zhan didn't dare let her know. Could it be a photo of him and Du Xueyan?
Thinking this, Song Ci turned directly to the last few pages.
Song Ci flipped through the class photo of Han Zhan when he graduated. Han Zhan was standing in the last row, but Du Xueyan was nowhere to be found. It seemed that Du Xueyan was not in the same class as him.
Continue flipping through Song Dynasty porcelain.
Behind the group photo was a photo of Han Zhan and several of his brothers, and Du Xueyan did not appear from beginning to end. Song Ci couldn't help but speculate, could it be that Han Zhan disliked Du Xueyan after the breakup, so he pulled out Du Xueyan's photo?
Zhong Buhui came over carrying the offerings and saw Song Ci still flipping through the photo album. He thought to himself: What a close call! Fortunately, I was very careful and pulled out the photo of Zhan Zhan and Du Xueyan in advance.
In fact, Han Zhan had never looked through these photos since he stuffed them in the album. He might have forgotten that there were photos of him and Du Xueyan in the album, otherwise he would have taken the album away the moment he found Song Ci flipping through it.
He didn't look at them, but Zhong Buhui and the old man would always look through them a few times a year, so they naturally remembered them. After all, Du Xueyan was Han Zhan's first love, and even if the old man wanted to throw away the photos of Du Xueyan and Han Zhan, he had to respect Han Zhan's opinion, so he never took them out.
When Zhong Buhui heard Song Ci say that he wanted to see the photo album, he was cautious and took out the two photos in advance.
Seeing Song Ci opening the photo album again, Zhong Buhui secretly congratulated himself for being smart enough.
Song Ci flipped through the pages and saw two photos of Han Zhan when he was eight or nine years old. At that time, Han Zhan was tall and strong, with a bulging belly, and looked a bit honest.
Song Ci quickly took out her cell phone and took a picture of Han Zhan's fat face.
Finally, she turned to the last page.
In the last photo, Han Zhan, about fifteen years old, was wearing only swimming trunks and standing beside a deep mountain pool. Han Zhan had lost weight by this time, and his skeletal curves showed the slender posture of a teenager.
After looking at it for a few more times, Song Ci closed the album. She stood up with the album in her hand, intending to put it back.
After taking two steps, Song Ci's eyes suddenly widened. She stopped in her tracks and impatiently opened the album again, her eyes settling on the last photo.
In the photo, a black rope pendant is hung around the boy's neck, and on the pendant is a high-quality peace locket with floating flowers, and on the left and right sides of the peace locket are several pure gold beads.
This is a necklace that is very familiar to Song Ci, because it is now lying in her wooden box, and she has kept it as a precious treasure for many years!
Song Ci stared at the peace locket necklace, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears.
Just then, the sound of Han Zhan's footsteps coming down the stairs was heard.
Song Ci quickly stuffed the photo album back into the TV cabinet. She stood up and hurriedly turned around to see Han Zhan walking down from the corner platform on the second floor. Han Zhan was dressed in all black: a black suit, a black shirt, black leather gloves, and black leather shoes, which made him look a bit cold and stern.
Han Zhan saw that Song Ci's expression was not right and there were tears in her eyes, and he frowned immediately. "Cibao, what's wrong with you?" Han Zhan walked quickly to Song Ci, lifted her cheek, and looked at her face carefully.
Song Ci secretly pinched her thigh, the pain keeping her calm. Her eyes reddened with laughter, and she replied with a choked voice, "It's okay. I just kicked my toe against the TV cabinet, and it hurts."
Song Ci was wearing flat shoes. The leather was very soft, and it would be easy to get hurt if he was kicked accidentally.
Han Zhan believed it. He lowered his eyes to look at Song Ci's shoes and saw that the leather was too soft. He said, "Wait a minute!" Han Zhan went upstairs quickly and came downstairs carrying Song Ci's sneakers in a short while.
"Wear this. You'll need to climb the stone steps on the mountain later. Don't kick it again."
"good."
Song Ci bent down to change her shoes. Han Zhan turned and walked towards the kitchen. Only then did Song Ci dare to wipe her tears with her sleeves.
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