Wen Jing had a hard childhood and never had a good day.

After much difficulty, he climbed to a high place relying on his own eyesight, but he did not expect to be harmed by a villain.

Almost overnight, Wen Jing lost everything he was once proud of.

Wealth, reputation, even legs.

For countless nights, he stroked his broken leg and clenched his teeth.

He wants revenge, he wants to glorify the Wen family.

He wanted to take back the calligraphy and avenge his previous humiliation.

However, the descendants of the Wen family died, leaving only the girl Wen Xue.

Although she has outstanding looks, she has had to be inferior to others and deal with Shu Huaixi for so many years.

Every time his granddaughter came to visit him,

He wanted to hear the good news.

That piece of paper with the theme of "Snowy Day After Clear Sky" is back again.

But over the years, all Wen Jing faced was repeated shaking of the head and repeated disappointment.

Seeing that his life was coming to an end, he dared not ask any more questions.

He was afraid and disappointed this time.

If that were the case, then this regret would always accompany him and he would never be able to get what he wanted.

"Grandpa...Lin Han brought you a gift."

Huangfu Xue gently settled Wen Jing down, half leaned on the mattress, held his old hand, and spoke softly.

Wen Jing raised his heavy eyelids, and although his eyes were cloudy, he managed to move them twice: "Okay..."

Lin Han took out the copybook from her handbag.

At first, Wen Jing, whose eyes were blurry due to old age, could not recognize the content of the calligraphy.

But when he saw clearly, Wen Jing suddenly sat up from the mattress like a spring.

He held the glass frame tightly with both hands and looked it up and down several times.

"This...is this the original painting from my Wen family?"

Huangfu Xue saw her grandfather like this and started laughing too, but then two lines of tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

She quickly wiped it and pushed the copybook towards her grandfather.

Wen Jing stroked the glass frame with his dry fingers, his lips trembling:

"Xizhi bows his head, the snow is about to clear up, the good wish is for peace and good, but it has not come true, because the strength is not in order, Wang Xizhi bows his head, Shanyin Zhang Hou."

"I never thought that I would be able to see this calligraphy again in my lifetime!"

"Thank you..."

Wen Jing said this, gathering all his strength, propping himself up with his two broken legs, and bowed to thank Lin Han.

Lin Han quickly supported him.

Fortunately, although extremely weak, Wen Jing did not fall down due to the stimulation of the calligraphy.

Instead, he shook off the support of Lin Han and Huangfu Xue and bowed respectfully to Lin Han.

"Okay, okay! Old man, I understand your intentions, and I dare not accept them!"

Lin Han couldn't persuade Wen Jing, so he had to wait until he finished bowing before he hurried forward to support him and let him lie down again.

Wen Jing took a few deep breaths before he could speak:

"I know it's not easy for Lin Han to get the calligraphy back! The Shu family won't give it up easily!"

Lin Han pressed his hand: "Grandpa, you don't have to take it to heart. Xiaoxue is my...girlfriend, and you are my grandfather. I will definitely take back what I should take back."

"Good! Good! Good!" Wen Jing said three good words in a row.

Then he closed his eyes weakly.

Lin Han and Huangfu Xue thought he was tired and wanted to let him sleep for a while, so they quietly got up and prepared to go to the living room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the two of them stood on the ground, they heard a gurgling sound in Wen Jing's throat.

When I looked at him, I saw him holding on, pointing at the closet opposite, and saying with all his might:

"Give the things to Lin Han!"

After saying this, his old body seemed to lose all support and fell backwards with a loud bang. Then there was no movement anymore.

Lin Han and Huangfu Xue secretly thought that something was wrong.

When he rushed over to take a look, Wen Jing had already died.

Huangfu Xue should have been mentally prepared.

She didn't cry or shout, but just quietly packed clothes for grandpa and practiced funeral rites.

By the time everything was done, it was already midnight.

The funeral staff took Wen Jing away, and Lin Han accompanied Huangfu Xue to the funeral home.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Lin Han finally found time.

I didn't sleep for a whole day and night, and I didn't eat much.

At this moment, Lin Han just wanted to take a good bath and then have a good sleep.

But Shuangmulin has not been open for two days.

Doing business is different from other things.

The door must be opened every day to welcome guests, whether there are guests or not.

Helplessly, Lin Han yawned continuously, dragged his tired body, jumped out of the car, and prepared to open the door.

Huh?

The door was actually open, and through the bright window glass,

Mr. Zhang was leisurely entertaining guests.

Lin Han felt very relieved. He went in quietly, said hello to Mr. Zhang, then went to the back room and fell asleep.

I slept until about eight o'clock in the evening, when I was awakened by the aroma of pasta.

Old Zhang was also shocked. Without waiting for Lin Han to speak, he walked in with two bowls of noodles, as if he had expected him to wake up.

Lin Han was stunned.

Where did the big bowl come from?

Mr. Zhang pointed to his luggage in the corner and said, "I brought it from home! Oil-splashed noodles, eat!"

In the white porcelain bowl with blue and white patterns as big as a face, the noodles were as wide as willow leaves, and each piece was shining with red oil.

In the middle of the noodles, there is a red chili pepper sprinkled with hot oil, which is so greasy that it makes your index finger itch. Next to it are two green cabbages, which look crispy and delicious.

The soybean sprouts are plump and tender, and are arranged one by one on the side.

Lin Han couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Without saying anything, he took the bowl, poked the noodles with the arm-long chopsticks, and stirred them vigorously.

The noodles were covered with red chili oil, and the green vegetables were half-stuck in them.

Lin Han picked up half a handful of noodles with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sweet fragrance of the grains is wrapped in the chili peppers, and together with the crispy and tender green vegetables, it all goes down your throat.

Then, the food goes down the throat and into the empty stomach.

First I feel full, then I feel warm.

Unable to wait, Lin Han picked up the second chopstick.

An old man and a young man were snoring in the back room, and soon they were sweating profusely after eating.

After finishing the noodles, Mr. Zhang hurriedly went to the outer room and brought in two cups of tea.

The warm tea fills every gap in the stomach, soothing and firming it.

After eating and drinking, Lin Han stretched his body lazily:

"Mr. Zhang, if it weren't for this bowl of noodles from you, I wouldn't be alive today!"

Mr. Zhang smiled without saying anything and lowered his head to clean up the dishes.

Lin Han told Mr. Zhang about what happened between him and Huangfu Xue over the past two days.

Mr. Zhang was naturally also sighing.

He and Wen Jing were both harmed by the Shu family.

Compared to Wen Jing, he was actually the lucky one.

After all, he is able-bodied.

Mr. Zhang also gave Lin Han a brief account of his trip back to northern Shaanxi.

The house he had in his hometown had been put up for sale.

He plans to keep the money from the sale for his retirement.

"So..." Old Zhang stretched out his hand: "I will rely on you from now on!"

Lin Han waved his hand: "Mr. Zhang, I have only now truly realized what it means to have an old man in the family is like having a treasure!"

As they were talking, someone knocked on the door a few times and walked in.

It was Huangfu Xue.

I haven't seen her for half a day, but she seems to have lost a lot of weight.

Her black hair and black dress made her look paler and more fragile.

Lin Han couldn't help feeling a little distressed and turned around to warm a pot of tea for her.

Huangfu Xue sat down silently and took out a palm-sized brocade box from her backpack.

"Lin Han, I found this in my grandfather's closet... It was his last wish, and I'm giving it to you."