Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

When he came to the kitchen and saw his grandfather in a daze facing the vegetable sink, Han Zhan asked in a deep voice, "Grandpa, are you going with us?" Never been.

Han Aoyu waved his hand, he said, "I won't go, you and Song girl go." Seeing the cold cemetery, Han Aoyu felt bad in his heart. He was old and couldn't stand the excitement.

"That's fine, I'm going with Song Ci."

Han Zhan came over and patted his grandfather's back, squeezed hard, and then left.

The hill where Han Zhan's house is located is all Han Aoyu's territory. After his grandmother died, she was not cremated, but was buried directly on the top of a mountain in a feng shui treasure. There is a parking lot on the mountainside, and all the cars are parked neatly.

Everyone got off the car and climbed more than 100 steps of stone stairs on foot, and then came to the cemetery of grandma Lin Duanfang.

This is a joint tomb, with the grandmother's tombstone standing on the right, and an open space on the left, which is the cemetery reserved for Han Aoyu. The tombstone is very well-built, with inscriptions engraved on the pure black surface and gold painted on it.

On the top right of the tombstone is a photo of my grandmother in her old age. The grandmother in the photo is wearing a light gray knitted cardigan with a blue floral skirt inside. She is wearing reading glasses and staring at the camera quietly, elegantly and calmly.

Zhong Bureg placed the square table in front of the tombstone, and Han Zhan put the dishes made by Han Aoyu himself on the table.

"Grandma, I'm Zhan Zhan." Han Zhan put a durian on the table holding his breath, "Grandpa asked me to bring you a durian. This year's durian is very expensive. Grandpa laughs at you as a beast that swallows gold. Let the purse in his pocket fly out."

Hearing this, Song Ci, Zhong Bugui and others pursed their lips and laughed.

Han Zhan lit three sticks of incense, walked to the tombstone and knelt down. After kowtowing, he put the incense into the incense burner. Staring at his grandmother's photo, Han Zhan told her, "Grandma, I'm married, and I brought my wife back today. Look."

Looking back at Song Ci, who was standing well behind him, with his head bowed slightly, Han Zhan's heart softened. "Her name is Song Ci. She is very beautiful and very powerful. She can knit sweaters, cook and fly. She loves durians just like you."

"Like grandpa, I also found a gold-swallowing beast for myself." After a pause, Han Zhan's voice contained a smile when he spoke again: "Grandma, if you are in heaven, bless Zhan Zhan and Song Ci. , to be together forever."

Song Ci stood aside and blushed silently after hearing this.

Han Zhan handed the three sticks of incense to Song Ci. "Come on, porcelain treasure, and incense grandma."

Song Ci knelt down next to Han Zhan, and she lit the incense. Holding the three sticks of incense sticks, Song Ci looked at the graceful and aging grandmother in the photo, and then raised her head to look at Han Zhan's resolute and handsome face beside him. Some long-term memories emerged in Song Ci's mind.

Eight years ago, when the earthquake happened, the moment Song Ci was thrown into the bathroom by Song Fei, the house collapsed. Because of the strong bearing capacity of the bathroom, only one corner collapsed. Song Ci hid in the innermost corner, and his lower back was hit, but the injury was not serious.

Song Ci was trapped under the ruins, with no light, no food or drink. I don't know how long it took, and finally a ray of light came in. She tremblingly opened her heavy eyelids and turned back slowly, and she could vaguely see that it was a young soldier in camouflage.

His face was covered with dust, and even his eyebrows were stained with dust.

Seeing Song Ci open his eyes and still alive, the man's tense gray face finally cracked into a relieved smile. After seeing too many corpses, I finally saw a living person, and it was a ray of light.

"Don't be afraid, little girl, I'll save you now, and you'll be safe in no time!" He removed the cement board that was lying across her back, and just as he hugged her shoulders, the ground began to shake again.

In an instant, the dangerous building tilted, all collapsed, and people screamed everywhere. When the house collapsed, it was the man who stood behind her!

Her life was given by Han Zhan

Song Ci's vision blurred again.

Holding three sticks of incense, she kowtowed deeply to her grandmother, her forehead making a muffled sound on the ground. Hearing this, Han Zhan couldn't help reminding Song Ci: "Porcelain, don't use so much force."

Song Ci straightened up, still knocking down hard.

Han Zhan frowned, and after thinking about it, he still didn't stop her. After kowtowing, Song Ci said to her grandmother, "Don't worry, grandma, I Song Ci will love Han Zhan for a lifetime. In the future, I will knit a sweater for Brother Han for a lifetime."

Han Zhan felt warm when he heard this.

When they went back, Song Ci held Han Zhan who was about to get on the bus, and she said, "Brother Han, please accompany me for a while. Anyway, it's not far, and it's good to walk."

Han Zhan looked down at her feet with a look of concern in his eyes, "Does your toes hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Han Zhan stopped Fang Shen in front of him and told him, "Uncle Fang, you drive my car down the mountain, let's walk for a while."

"OK."

When all the vehicles drove away, Song Ci and Han Zhan walked down the asphalt road hand in hand. Han Zhan grew up on this mountain, and is very familiar with every grass and tree in this mountain.

When he walked to the corner of the road, Han Zhan pulled Song Ci to the bottom of a sturdy tree. "This osmanthus tree is so big. I smelled the fragrance of osmanthus flowers just now at the top of the mountain." Song Ci opened his arms and tried, trying to hug the osmanthus tree, but he couldn't.

Han Zhan walked across from her, spread his long arms, touched Song Ci's fingertips, and hugged the thick trunk of the osmanthus tree together. Song Ci looked up at the towering tree and said, "It must be older than you and I combined."

Han Zhan withdrew his hand, walked to Song Ci and stood still. He said: "This osmanthus tree is over 200 years old. When I was a child, I used to climb up the tree to dig out the eggs."

Putting his hand over his eyes and blocking the strong sunlight, Han Zhan looked up at the top of the tree. Squinting for a few seconds, Han Zhan said, "There is a bird's nest there. I'll go see if there are any eggs."

Han Zhan took off his coat and handed it to Song Ci's arms. He rolled up his trousers and climbed up the tree with a dashing movement. Song Ci was worried that he would fall, and hurriedly urged him: "Brother Han, step on your feet, don't step on dead branches."

"rest assured."

Han Zhan is a big tree climber, and his movements are very steady.

Song Ci looked at his actions and complained, "Brother Han, you look like a monkey when you climb a tree."

Han Zhan almost stepped on the air.

He growled, "Shut up!"

Song Ci quickly closed her mouth.

Han Zhan squatted on a branch and glanced into the bird's nest. He saw three white eggs. Han Zhan lowered his head and said to Song Ci, "There are three eggs!"

Song Ci was very happy. "Take it off!"

"it is good."

Han Zhan's left arm was wrapped around a branch above his head, and his right hand reached out to the bird's nest to easily remove the three eggs. He put the eggs in his trouser pocket and searched for other bird nests, but found no eggs.

"there is none left."

Song Ci waved to Han Zhan. "Come down then."

Han Zhan just came down from the tree. After landing, he handed the bird egg to Song Ci as if offering a treasure, and said, "I'll give you all the eggs."