Su Huarong returned home this time to spend the Spring Festival with her family.
This time, after many years, the Han family returned to pay respects to their ancestors.
More than ten years have passed, but thankfully I haven't forgotten my roots.
This time, only Han's parents and Han Ning returned.
I heard that Han Ning's older sister married a Japanese man, while her two older brothers both joined the family company.
Out of curiosity, Su Huarong naturally joined the villagers in preparing to "welcome" the legendary Han family.
After returning home, her favorite place to wander around is the mountain.
So that day, she took a small path up the mountain and was able to see the road that was the only way back to Sujia Village.
She had walked that road many times before, but this time, perhaps because the Han family had returned, she noticed the Han family's old house.
It is a very old Western-style building.
It is clear that even if Uncle Hanshan is not successful, the Han family is still considered to be among the better-off families in the entire Sujia Village.
She went to the little villa as if possessed.
Then, the sound of a piano came from the small villa.
Yes, she was absolutely certain it was the sound of a piano.
She had studied the guzheng before, so she had some understanding of the instrument.
The sound of this piano is beautiful.
She pushed open the rusty gate and saw someone playing the piano in the yard.
It really felt like a dream.
She was dressed in white and black pants, with her back to him.
There were many people in the courtyard at the time, but she could only see him.
His fair and slender fingers, with distinct knuckles, resembled the handsome young men in the novels she had read.
Or rather, it's even more captivating than anything she's ever written or read.
The piano music stopped, and he turned around.
His face was somewhat pale, his demeanor aloof; he wasn't conventionally handsome, but his features were undeniably exquisite...
Su Huarong felt her heart race, and the whole world seemed to consist only of that man.
The winter cold has caused the rampant ivy on the high wall to disappear, making it look somewhat desolate.
She stood by the wall, her eyes meeting those of the man.
The iron gate was rusty, and when she stood at the door, she could only see him.
Beside him, the piano's flipped-up lid was covered in dust, indicating that its owner hadn't touched it in a long time.
Su Huarong looked closely at the pale face, slightly purple lips, indifferent expression, and exceptionally deep eyes.
Su Huarong had no idea what she was thinking at that moment, and she simply turned around and fled.
She stopped when she was quite far away, panting heavily. The white mist she exhaled appeared in front of her and then dissipated.
She stroked the violently beating heart with her hand, her expression constantly changing.
For some reason, a phrase that all her ex-boyfriends would say came to mind.
—Su Huarong, you're a coward.
The coward Su Huarong did something big!
She learned from her grandmother that the person she met that day was named Han Ning, who was the fourth son of Boss Han.
Most importantly, I'm currently single!
This time, the whole family came back to pay respects to their ancestors.
—A year ago, Han Ning’s grandparents passed away one after the other, only one day apart.
Those two people who used to stroll together every night left this world just like that.
She was probably in Xinjiang when they left, and only found out about it after she returned.
She touched her face and patted it twice.
She wasn't a conventionally beautiful woman, but she had a chubby face that made her look younger than her actual age.
She dressed up and waited for him not far from the Han residence.
"Uncle Han, I'd like to ask you for a favor."
He was from the same generation as her father, but only eight years older than her.
Calling him "uncle" is only fair.
He remained indifferent, nodded, but did not speak.
He was considerably taller than Su Huarong, who was not even 1.6 meters tall; she was only at his chest level.
Su Huarong clenched her fist tightly, as if that would give her enough courage.
"I want to take the CET-4 and CET-6 exams, but I didn't go to university and I don't know what to do. Can you help me?"
He didn't speak immediately, seemingly pondering something, before finally nodding: "Okay."
His voice was deep yet pleasant, with a slight hoarseness at the end.
Su Huarong later learned that he hadn't stayed because he had agreed to her request.
I simply love my hometown.
In that small mountain village in Suining, Sichuan, there are rainbows after the rain, warm sunrises, and gentle sunsets...
It was completely different from the scenery he had seen in Japan and Fuzhou, Fujian.
What kind of person is Han Ning?
In terms of appearance, she is indeed exceptional.
He likes white shirts and always buttons them all the way up to the last button, giving him a very ascetic look.
When she's not smiling, she looks somewhat aloof.
But when she smiles, she has two charming dimples.
Su Huarong could sense that he treated her as a junior, but he was also genuinely helping her with her studies.
Taking the CET-4 and CET-6 exams was something Su Huarong had planned for a long time.
She invested most of her money herself.
I love lipsticks, and I've bought quite a few cosmetics and skincare products as well.
Most of them were simply unsuitable for her sensitive skin, so she gave them away.
The knowledge she learned was also her own.
Of course, having Han Ning teach her was also out of ulterior motives.
From that day on, the Han family's two-story Western-style house had two owners.
One is Han Ning, the true master, and the other is Su Huarong.
Su Huarong cooked for Han Ning every day, as if it were tuition fees.
Her cooking skills are excellent.
After eating the food she made, Han Ning dismissed the nanny that Uncle Han Shan had originally hired for him.
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