During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Chu family was bustling with activity, but the Han family was deserted. After Su Nian left, Grandpa Han personally opened the mooncake box she brought and stared at the snacks inside in a daze.
He is almost eighty years old. At this time, shouldn't he have a cute little baby hugging his legs and calling him great-grandfather?
Unfortunately, there is no one, not even his son! Grandpa Han sighed, picked up a small piece of dessert, broke it open and prepared to taste it.
"Chief, the two Mr. Hans are here. Would you like to see them?" The guard ran in to report to him.
Grandpa Han has two brothers. He is the eldest and he has a younger brother who is three years younger than him. He is now an old man with gray hair. The two Mr. Hans mentioned by the guard are his younger brother and his son, who is Han Chao's father.
"Are you all here? Then let's meet each other!" Grandpa Han was not in a very good mood and slowly followed the guard to the reception room.
Grandpa Han’s younger brother is named Han Tiezhu. Compared with the outstanding Grandpa Han, his life is unremarkable. However, under Grandpa Han’s care, Han Tiezhu lives a good life.
His son is named Han Bowu, who is Han Chao's father. He is the factory director of a company. He is now in his fifties, with a slightly bald head and a big belly.
Han Tiezhu and Han Bowu had already heard about Grandpa Han's recovery, but when they saw him walk in with their own eyes, the father and son were still surprised. "Brother, how did you stand up?" Han Tiezhu stood up with the help of a crutch and asked in surprise.
"What?" Grandpa Han glanced at his brother coldly, "You don't want me to stand up?"
"Haha, brother, of course I didn't mean that!" Han Tiezhu felt a little embarrassed.
"You are all rare guests. Tell me, what brings you here?" Grandpa Han asked bluntly.
"Look at what you said. Didn't I come to see you?" Han Tiezhu sat down again with a shameless face.
Han Bowu also chimed in: "Uncle, my dad has always been thinking about you, please don't misunderstand him!"
Grandpa Han snorted coldly and stopped talking. He knew very well what kind of person his brother was.
Sure enough, it didn't take long before Han Tiezhu couldn't hold back any longer. "Brother, what have you thought about what I told you last time?"
"Give me Bowu as my son?" Grandpa Han's face darkened. "No, I don't want your son!"
"Brother, why are you so stubborn?" Han Tiezhu said earnestly, as if he was really worried about Grandpa Han. "You are the eldest son, how can you not have a son? Take my advice, I'll adopt Bowu to you! That way, you can explain yourself to your ancestors a hundred years from now!"
"Who said I don't have a son? My son is Han Bowen!" Grandpa Han said angrily.
"But Bowen is already dead!" Han Tiezhu didn't want to give up.
"If there's no body, Bowen isn't dead!" Grandpa Han stood up and pointed to the door. "Okay, you can go now. Forget that idea. I won't let Han Bowu into my house!"
Han Tiezhu and his son's faces turned blue and red. They were over a hundred years old in total. They must have been very uncomfortable being slapped in the face like this!
"Brother, you are still so stubborn. Bowen is dead. You have to accept this reality and plan for the future as soon as possible!" Han Tiezhu was a shrewd man. He quickly returned to normal and continued to persuade Grandpa Han!
"Get out," Han Tiezhu repeatedly said that Han Bowen was dead, which made Grandpa Han unbearable!
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