Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

When he came to the kitchen and saw his grandfather in a daze at the kitchen sink, Han Zhan asked in a deep voice, "Grandpa, are you going with us?" After grandma passed away, grandpa only went to see grandma's cemetery, and never again. Never been.

Han Aoyu waved his hand. He said, "I'm not going, you go with Song girl." Seeing the cold cemetery, Han Aoyu felt uncomfortable. He was old and could not stand the stimulation.

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

Han Zhan walked over and patted his grandpa's back, squeezed hard, and then left.

The hills where Han Zhan's family are located are all Han Aoyu's territory. His grandmother was not cremated after her death, and was directly buried in a feng shui place on the top of the mountain. There is a parking lot on the mountainside, and all the cars are parked neatly.

Everyone got off the car and climbed more than a hundred steps of stone ladders on foot, before they came to the graveyard of grandma Lin Duanfang.

This is a joint burial tomb, with grandma's tombstone on the right, and an open space on the left, which is reserved for Han Aoyu. The tombstone was very well repaired. The black surface of the monument was carved with inscriptions and gold was pointed at it.

At the top right of the tombstone, there are photos of grandma 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, gracefully and calmly.

Zhong Buhui put the square table in front of the tombstone, and Han Zhan put the dishes made by Han Aoyu himself on the table. The table was full of dishes that grandma loved to eat during her lifetime.

"Grandma, I'm Zhan Zhan." Han Zhan breathed and put a durian on the table. "Grandpa asked me to bring you a durian. This year's durian is very expensive. Grandpa laughed that you are a gold swallowing beast. Let the wallet in his pocket fly out."

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

Han Zhan lit three sticks of incense, walked to the tombstone and knelt down. He knocked his head and inserted the incense into the incense burner. Staring at the photo of grandma, Han Zhan told her: "Grandma, I am married. I brought my wife back today. Take a look."

Looking back at Song Ci, standing behind him, standing cleverly, with his head hanging down slightly, Han Zhan felt soft in his heart. "Her name is Song Ci. She is very beautiful and powerful. She can knit sweaters, cook, and fly planes. Like you, she loves durian."

"Like Grandpa, I also found myself a gold swallowing beast." After a pause, Han Zhan's voice was filled with a smile when he spoke again: "Grandma, if you are in the sky, bless Zhan Zhan and Song Ci , To be together forever."

Song Ci stood aside, blushing silently after hearing this.

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

Song Ci knelt next to Han Zhan, and she lit the incense. Holding the three sticks of incense, Song Ci looked at the elegant and aged grandmother in the photo, and then looked up at Han Zhan's determined and handsome face beside him. Some long-lasting memories appeared in Song Ci's mind...

Eight years ago, when the earthquake struck, the moment Song Ci was thrown into the bathroom by Song Fei, the house collapsed. Because of the strong load-bearing capacity of the bathroom, only one corner collapsed. Song Ci hid in the innermost corner. His back was hit, but his injuries were not serious.

Song Ci was trapped under the ruins, 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 slowly turned her head, she could vaguely see that it was a young soldier in camouflage uniform.

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

Seeing Song Ci opened his eyes and was still alive, the man's tight gray face finally cracked with a relieved smile. After seeing too many corpses, finally saw a living person, it was a dawn.

"Don't be afraid, little girl, I'll save you now, and you will be safe immediately!" He removed the cement board that was lying on her back and just hugged her shoulders, the earth began to shake again.

In an instant, the dangerous building tilted, all collapsed, and people screamed everywhere. When the house collapsed, the man stood in her back!

Her life was given by Han Zhan...

Song Ci's vision was blurred again.

Holding three sticks of incense, she bowed her head deeply to her grandmother, and her forehead made a muffled sound on the ground. Hearing this movement, Han Zhan couldn't help reminding Song Ci: "Porcelain treasure, don't use such force."

Song Ci straightened up, still kowtowing hard.

Han Zhan frowned, thinking for a while and still didn't stop her. After kowtow, Song Ci said to her grandmother: "Don't worry, grandma, Song Ci will love Han Zhan forever. From now on, I will knit a sweater for Brother Han for a lifetime."

Han Zhan felt warm when he heard this.

When I returned, Song Ci grabbed Han Zhan who was about to get in the car. She said, "Brother Han will accompany me for a while. It's not far away anyway. It's good to walk."

Han Zhan looked down at her feet, with a touch of care in his eyes, "Does the toe hurt anymore?"

"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 and we will walk for a while."

"Ok."

When all the vehicles drove away, Song Ci and Han Zhan held hands and descended the asphalt road. Han Zhan grew up on this mountain, and is very familiar with the plants and trees of this mountain.

When he reached the corner of the road, Han Zhan took Song Ci to a thick tree. "This planning tree is so big. I smelled the scent of osmanthus on the top of the mountain just now." Song Ci opened his arms and tried it, trying to hug the osmanthus tree, but couldn't hold it.

Han Zhan walked to the opposite side of her, opened his long arms, his fingertips touched Song Ci's, and he hugged the thick trunk of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree together. Song Ci looked up at the towering tree. She said, "It must be older than you and me combined."

Han Zhan withdrew his hand and walked to stand beside Song Ci. He said: "This sweet-scented osmanthus tree is two hundred years old. When I was a child, I used to climb on the tree to dig out bird eggs."

With his hand over his eyes to block the strong sunlight, Han Zhan looked up at the top of the tree. After squinting his eyes for a few seconds, Han Zhan said, "There is a bird's nest there. I'll see if there are bird eggs."

Han Zhan took off his jacket and held it in Song Ci's arms. He rolled up his trouser legs and climbed up the tree in a cool manner. Song Ci was worried that he would fall, and hurriedly told him: "Brother Han, step on it firmly, don't step on the dead branches."

"rest assured."

Han Zhan is a big tree climber with very steady movements.

Song Ci watched his movements and vomited: "Brother Han, you look like a monkey climbing a tree."

Han Zhan almost stepped on empty.

He growled: "Shut up!"

Song Ci hurriedly closed his mouth.

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

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

"it is good."

Han Zhan's left arm was wrapped around a branch above his head, and his right hand stretched towards the bird's nest to easily take away three bird eggs. He put the bird eggs in his trouser pockets, and searched for other bird nests, but no more bird eggs were found.

"No more."

Song Ci chong Han Zhan waved. "Then come down quickly."

Only then did Han Zhan descend from the tree. After landing, he handed the bird eggs to Song Ci like a treasure, and said, "I will give you all the eggs."