With anticipation, Song Ci ran to the garage and opened the trunk of the old man's Aoyu No. 1. After seeing the contents of the trunk, Song Ci quickly called Han Zhan over.
"Brother Han, come quickly!"
Han Zhan thought something had happened. He ran to the garage in his slippers without even changing his shoes. Seeing the trunk full of fireworks, Han Zhan was a little helpless, "Is this it?"
"I haven't played it in years, ever since fireworks were banned in the city."
Song Ci quickly called Han Zhan to move the fireworks to the yard, and they arranged them into a heart shape. Song Ci asked Han Zhan to pull out the fuse, and she took a lighter, walked over and lit one.
Song Ci was very brave, lighting the first one and then the second one. Han Zhan watched trembling with fear, afraid that Song Ci would be hurt by the fireworks. But Song Ci was always lucky and lit all the fireworks without getting hurt.
Song Ci ran to Han Zhan's side and looked up with him to watch the fireworks bloom.
Han Aoyu stood behind the window of his room, staring at his grandson and his granddaughter-in-law in the yard, his face full of love. Finally, his Zhan Zhan was loved by someone, and he could finally rest assured.
This was the first time that Song Ci and Han Zhan stayed overnight in the villa halfway up the mountain. The sheets were changed to new ones and the house was very quiet, but Song Ci was still a little uncomfortable. She talked to Han Zhan for a long time and was still not sleepy after midnight.
Han Zhan saw that Song Ci was in good spirits, so he asked her, "Don't you want to sleep?"
"I can't sleep."
Hearing this, Han Zhan suddenly turned over and pressed on her. "You said today that you wanted to give birth to a daughter."
Song Ci: "Wouldn't it be nice to have a daughter?"
"Yes..." Han Zhan pressed his fingers on Song Ci's shoulders a few times, hinting to Song Ci: "It's quite cold."
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On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Song Ci woke up from a good sleep and went downstairs to see Han Zhan sitting on a small wooden stool in the yard, chopping bamboo with a knife in his hand. Song Ci walked over to take a look, but couldn't tell what Han Zhan was doing.
"What are you doing?"
Han Zhan said, "I have nothing to do, so I plan to make a crib."
"Can you also make a crib?"
"It shouldn't be difficult."
Han Zhan did what he said he would do, spending the entire day working on it. Song Ci had nothing better to do, so she stayed in the study reading. She discovered that Han Zhan had also read Jin Yong's books. She flipped open a copy of "Eight Parts of the Sky" and saw a slightly yellowed piece of paper pressed against the first page, which contained Han Zhan's personal opinions on the book.
Han Zhan wrote:
Duan Yu can be described in one word - scumbag.
He is the most philandering man I have ever met. He falls in love with every woman he meets. My grandmother can kill a bunch of men like him with a shovel.
Song Ci couldn't help laughing when he saw it.
She had never expected Han Zhan to be so adorable when he was little. She had completely lost interest in the novels on the bookshelf, but instead became interested in Han Zhan's annotations.
Song Ci read several books in a row and laughed so hard that his stomach hurt a little at the end.
After reading six or seven approvals in a row, Song Ci pulled out another booklet. As soon as he opened it, he was shocked by the photo inside. To be more precise, it was the child's eyes in the photo that scared Song Ci.
The child's eyes were as sinister and cold as a poisonous snake. Staring at him with such a gloomy gaze, Song Ci's blood ran cold.
She took a deep breath before she dared to look down and carefully examine the child in the picture.
It was a shirtless little boy sitting on the bed. His arms were covered with needle holes, so densely packed that it looked like ants were clinging to them, and some of them had even formed scars.
What kind of beast must be able to treat a child like this!
Beneath the photo were several other photos, all of which showed the same protagonist, each with scars on their body. Song Ci vaguely guessed the identity of this person, and her heart ached.
Below the picture is the case information sheet. Because it has been so long, there are insect bites on the medical record.
Patient: Han Zhan.
Age: 6+
Condition: Due to years of being injected with multiple toxins, the patient has suffered from mental disorders and physical stunting, exhibiting suicidal and self-harming tendencies. Preliminary diagnosis suggests severe depression and autism...
Song Ci was so scared that she closed the medical record.
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