Chapter 148

"Is this your high school?"

"That's right." Han Zhan took off his seat belt and said to song porcelain: "the pea jelly here is very delicious. You will like it."

Song porcelain followed Han Zhan out of the car, walked to the small stall on the left of the school gate, and saw an old grandfather setting up a stall. In front of his stall, there is a small bowl of cold noodles. That jelly looks very clean, some like crystal clear litchi meat.

Han Zhan is too tall to talk to my grandfather. "Uncle, give me two bowls of cake, one with coriander and one without."

Song porcelain will dress up, also learn Han Zhan squat. She saw the old man cut the cake horizontally and vertically with a blade, and sprinkled it with the secret garlic sauce.

Song porcelain smelled the fragrance, but in fact, it resisted. She does not usually eat this kind of heavy food, and always feels a garlic smell in her mouth.

The old man handed the bowl cake to Han Zhan, "here, originally 8 yuan a share, you buy two, I'll take you 15."

Han Zhan took the jelly and said, "the price has gone up. It used to be three yuan a share." He said while scanning wechat with his mobile phone.

grandpa was make complaints about Han Zhan, he turned his eyes over the Tucao: "when three yuan a bowl, I am still your uncle, now is your uncle."

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and felt that this was reasonable, so he was no longer poor.

Song porcelain and Han Zhan sat under an umbrella eating jelly. Han Zhan hadn't eaten this for a long time. They had a good time. When he had just eaten the fifth piece, he suddenly heard song porcelain ask, "does Du Xueyan like this too?"

Han Zhan choked his throat with cold powder.

He swallowed the jelly, noticed that song porcelain didn't eat a mouthful, then said: "she doesn't like it. Her idol has a heavy burden and dislikes garlic."

"Oh." Song porcelain took a piece of jelly and put it into his mouth.

Han Zhan sits on the bench rigidly, some fidgety. Song porcelain swallowed the jelly and gave two words of evaluation: "not bad." She gracefully killed a bowl of cold noodles and stood up.

Standing in the scorching sun, song porcelain called Han Zhan's name, "Han Zhan."

Han Zhan looked up and saw song porcelain wine red curly hair in the sun emitting hazy luster, charming and beautiful, but the expression on her face was stubborn. Song porcelain said, "Han Zhan, I don't like to eat such heavy food. But you like it, and I'll be with you. "

After a pause, song porcelain said, "you have to cherish it." Leaving this, she turned around and went to a grocery store to buy a bottle of lemonade.

After a sip of lemonade, song porcelain lowered her head and tightened the lid of the bottle, only to find that the spokesman of lemonade was Du Xueyan, and her portrait was printed on the bottle. Song porcelain became the essence of lemon under the lemon tree.

Han Zhan steps over, takes her lemonade, throws the bottle into the garbage can, and then puts a sugar in her hand. Song porcelain lowered his head and looked at the toffee in his palm, but made no noise.

"Eat something sweet and drink less sour." Han Zhan said.

After a silence, song porcelain peeled the toffee and put it into his mouth.

Tip of the tongue against the sugar in the mouth for a while, the mouth is full of sweet and greasy taste, song porcelain this stood up, looking at Han Zhan. Song porcelain pointed to his chest, drooping eyelids, said: "Han Zhan, I feel bad here, eating sugar or uncomfortable."

Han Zhan's look moved.

Song porcelain eyes have some tears, she said: "I seem to have so little, like you."

Han Zhan's throat was raised.

He felt a sudden pain in his heart. His heart seemed to be torn open and filled with sweetness. Han Zhan hugged song porcelain and said, "it's all in the past. Song porcelain.". I can change any shortcomings I have, but I can't change my past

Song porcelain stuffy voice said: "I understand the truth, but I just feel uncomfortable."

Han Zhan really can't help it. He has no other way but to hold song porcelain tightly. After a while, song porcelain cleaned up her mood. She came out of Han Zhan's arms and reminded him, "it's time to go. My grandfather is still waiting for us to go back to lunch."

Han Zhan looked at Song porcelain carefully for a moment. Seeing that song porcelain was really calm, he took her hand and sat back in the car.

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when the car drove to the suburbs, there were fewer vehicles, and the farmland and the three story building jumped into the eye. Song porcelain put down the window, staring at the endless green rice. She imagined Han Zhan rolling up his trouser legs and transplanting rice seedlings in the field. She could not help laughing.

Song porcelain asked Han Zhan, "are these two season rice?"

"Well." Han Zhan told song porcelain: "it will be harvested in another month."

"It's the harvester now, isn't it?"

"Well."

Song porcelain rubbed her hands with expectation. She asked Han Zhan, "what are the ripe fruits in my grandfather's house now?"

"Hawthorn, chestnut, jujube, almost all can be picked."

Song porcelain rolled up his sleeves and said, "then I have to pick chestnut and make chestnut roast chicken for you to eat."

"Yes."

The car turned a corner and reached an asphalt road. Song porcelain heard Han Zhan say: "it's almost here. The house hidden in the woods is."Song porcelain looked up and saw Han Zhan pointing to a self built forest villa on the hillside in front of him. The villa with yellow to red tiles is hidden in the forest, revealing luxury and mystery in a low-key way, which is totally different from what song porcelain imagined.

"It turned out to be a forest villa. I thought my grandfather's house was an ordinary villas built by themselves in the countryside."

Han Zhan told song porcelain: "it was designed by my grandmother when she was alive."

"This should be the most luxurious villa in your neighborhood."

Han Zhan joked: "this is the hometown of the richest man after all."

Song porcelain originally thought that when he arrived at his grandfather's house, he would be regarded as a national treasure and surrounded by villagers. When I got to my grandfather's house, song porcelain found that there was no one around this kilometer.

Most of the villagers' doors were built along the road, while Han Aoyu's house was built on the hillside. A wall surrounded the 300 meters around the villa. It was planned to be built into a garden, a stadium, a swimming pool, a school field and vegetable fields.

At the door of the villa, there is a black iron door with the word "Han Zhai" written on it.

Who dares to visit the village nearby?

Not only Han Aoyu lived in the house, but also his housekeeper, Zhong Buhui, and two officers responsible for protecting the old man's life. Seeing Han Zhan come back, the uncle named Lin Chongan opens the gate and stands aside and salutes Han Zhan.

Han Zhan put down the window and gave him a military salute.

"Zhanzhan, long time no see. Have you come back with your daughter-in-law to see my grandfather?" Lin Chongan looked at Song porcelain, and his eyes were bright. Zhong Buhui didn't lie. Zhan Zhan's daughter-in-law is really a beautiful woman.

Han Zhan helplessly said: "Uncle Lin, I'm more than 30 years old. Don't call me Zhanzhan any more."

Lin Chongan said, "what if you are in your thirties? I will always be ten years older than you. In front of me, you have always been a child. "

Han Zhan gives up the struggle.

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