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"We've all been here before," Mrs. Wang said, "I came to offer incense and cried a lot, but you were quickly taken away by your uncle, who said he wanted to discuss important matters. Alas, they are the only ones who know about your grandfather's affairs. .”

Wang didn't care much about these two people, she cared more about Uncle Cheng, "Sanniang, you have to ask Uncle Cheng over. Although your dowry has been sorted out, there is still part of it in your grandfather's courtyard. You need to get it." Uncle Cheng takes it out."

That's just a dowry on the surface, the real good things are outside.

However, Zhao Hanzhang still nodded. She already had a plan in mind. She had to meet Ji Yuan first.

Zhao Erlang was still young and had the nature of a child. Wang was extremely tired after being frightened all day, so Zhao Hanzhang did not let them stay up all night, and asked Qing Gu and the others to help them go back to rest.

The servants also retreated. Except for the two who were guarding the door, only Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan were left in the mourning hall.

Fu Tinghan also changed into mourning clothes. He did not carry a mourning stick, but Qi Sheng, who was second only to Zhan Sheng. Zhao Ji, who inherited the title of Zhao Changyu, was only in mourning.

It was also because of this that the whole Zhao family did not stop him from following Zhao Hanzhang in vigil. As an uncle, it was enough for him to be filial to him if he was willing to accept small merits. Now he directly accepts Qi Shuai, even the picky Zhao Zhongyu and Zhao Ji are picking on him. No mistakes at all.

Fu Tinghan added oil to the lamp, sat back next to Zhao Hanzhang, and whispered: "Would you like to squint? You haven't slept for a day or two since last night."

Zhao Hanzhang: "The cerebral cortex is extremely active. I can't sleep for a while. You haven't closed your eyes either. Do you want to lean on me?"

Fu Tinghan thought for a while and then said: "Why don't we talk? Talking can dissipate emotions. Once the emotions dissipate, you should be able to fall asleep."

Zhao Hanzhang unconsciously grabbed a handful of millet stalks and threw them into the brazier, "What did you say?"

Fu Tinghan paused and said, "I didn't expect you to have such deep feelings for the Zhao family."

She was obviously the one who had been thinking about going back, and it was she who couldn't let go of the people here.

Zhao Hanzhang lowered his eyes and looked at his green-white fingers, but in turn, he could see the calluses between the palms and fingertips. These were the calluses left by the little girl studying and practicing martial arts. Like her, the little girl had been working hard to live and think hard. You want to live a better life yourself and let the people around you live a better life.

"Zhao Changyu is very good to me," Zhao Hanzhang said: "He has a kind heart and upright character. We all have empathy for strangers, not to mention that we have been together day and night for more than a month."

Zhao Hanzhang is not an indifferent person. For more than a month, Zhao Changyu has planned everything for her. Even though he knows that he is doing it for his own granddaughter and grandson, she is in this body and has experienced it herself. How could she possibly Can they be separated?

Fu Tinghan reached out and grabbed a handful of millet stalks and gave it to her, and asked in a low voice: "Now, do you still want to go back?"

Zhao Hanzhang turned to look at him, "Of course, I have feelings for the people here, but that doesn't stop me from still wanting to go back."

She narrowed her eyes, "Professor Fu, don't you want to go back?"

Fu Tinghan sighed and said: "I want to, but I think the operability is very small. I don't want you to have too high hopes, and I don't want you to be too disappointed."

Zhao Hanzhang sat up straight and looked at him intently, "Professor Fu, have we known each other before?"

Fu Tinghan raised his head and smiled at her, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was a little bitter, "I went to No. 22 Middle School in both junior and senior high schools."

"But I am from the No. 24 Middle School..." Zhao Hanzhang paused after saying this. The No. 24 Middle School is opposite the No. 22 Middle School. The two schools are opposite each other. Even the results are chased after each other. It is quite a king. The king's posture is missing.

Twenty-two high school...

Zhao Hanzhang's long-standing memory was brought up, and she looked at Fu Tinghan in surprise, "Are you the classmate in No. 22 Middle School who skipped a grade in the same year as me?"

Fu Tinghan: "Yes, in the two years of junior high school, in the final exam every year, either you are first, or I am first."

"In the third year, you skipped a grade and entered high school. It just so happened that I also skipped a grade and entered high school. In the first semester, you ranked first and I ranked second." Fu Tinghan stared into her eyes and fell silent.

Zhao Hanzhang also stretched out his hand to touch his eyes and chuckled, "Ah, now that I think about it, you have always been number one, right? I occasionally heard my classmates mention that there is a very powerful student in No. 22 Middle School. He ranked first in the city every semester, far behind the second place, and I heard that he went directly to the junior class of the university."

Fu Tinghan lowered his eyes and said, "That's because you repeated the grade..."

At that time, Zhao Hanzhang was in a car accident. After being discharged from the hospital, she lost sight in both eyes. With her rehabilitation and familiarity with Braille, she almost started from scratch. When she returned to school, she was already one level behind.

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him in surprise, "So Professor Fu has always known me?"

Fu Tinghan did not deny it.

Zhao Hanzhang was a little embarrassed. Thinking of her reputation in school, he felt that it had damaged the prestige of her childhood, so he added, "I have always been polite and gentle."

Fu Tinghan couldn't help laughing and looked at her with soft eyes, "I know you would kick Teacher Jin because he is too annoying."

Zhao Hanzhang: "...How do you know I kicked him with my feet? He always said it was me who pushed him."

"So what I testified was that I didn't see you pushing anyone."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him with difficulty, "Are you the person who anonymously testified for me?"

"Originally, there was no need for anonymity, but the director said that I teach at the same school as you and it would not be good to make it public. Everyone trusts me anyway, so my testimony was used, but my name was hidden from the two parties involved."

Zhao Hanzhang said sincerely: "Thank you very much. If you hadn't testified at that time, I would have been the one who left the school."

So Fu Tinghan actually knew her all along? That……

"Then about the blind date before coming..."

Fu Tinghan changed the subject, "Zhao Changyu left you so many things, can you get them all?"

Zhao Hanzhang looked at his red ears, looked at him intently for a while and then said, "Well, it's not a big problem, as long as Ji Yuan doesn't stab him in the back."

After chatting for a while, Zhao Hanzhang's brain relaxed and she felt really sleepy. Her eyes slowly closed and her head moved little by little.

Fu Tinghan saw that her head was about to droop, so he quickly stretched out his hand to hold it, gently brought her towards him, and let her lean on his shoulder.

Zhao Hanzhang opened his eyes unconsciously, then closed them again when he saw it was him.

Fu Tinghan saw her sleeping with her eyes closed, and his heart slowly relaxed, and his shoulders relaxed, allowing her to lean back more comfortably.

Fu Tinghan looked down at the familiar face in his memory, feeling a little dazed for a moment. He met her more than once at the school gate, just across the street. Every time, there were many people around her, and everyone liked her. Make friends, every time he passes by her, he can hear her hearty laughter

Fu Tinghan stretched out his finger to touch her cheek, but before he touched it, Zhao Hanzhang's head suddenly moved. He immediately retracted his hand and sat upright...

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