"Ahh

"Ahh

……

Late at night.

The streets of Seoul are bustling with traffic, and a black stretched Bentley slowly drives through the traffic, understated and luxurious, but also looks particularly eye-catching.

In the spacious and bright carriage, Li Zai and the four sat opposite each other, Li Zai and his wife sat together, and Han Qinse and Pu Buhua sat together, without much communication with each other, and the atmosphere was relatively dull.

In this case, the sudden sound of a few prompts is naturally very noticeable.

The Han family does not have so many rules, or rather, they have always been very tolerant of Han Qinse, the precious granddaughter Li Zai and his wife, who have suffered a lot in the past 20 years.

So after holding the mobile phone and smiling embarrassedly at his grandfather who was sitting opposite, Han Qinse did not turn off the mobile phone immediately, but looked down at the news after muting.

Unsurprisingly, the source of the new information was the discussion group formed by several managers of their fan station.

[Sook-jin: Ernie, did you hear that the premiere is over?]

[Yingli: So Ernie you're sitting next to you at the scene today?]

Han Qinse blinked, thinking back to the fact that although he had been sitting by Han Yu's side tonight, his mind was completely attracted by the movie, and he couldn't help but show a hint of confusion on his face, and replied: [Yes... But because the movie is wonderful, I don't have much communication with OPPA]

[Xiao Xia Yan: Censeoni, is it really nice to mourn?]

[En'er: Then Ernie, did you go to OPPA after the movie was shown?

Many people in the audience cried... Highly recommended !!]

[Gense: But I left after watching the movie..... So I didn't have a chance to talk to OPPA again.]

[En'er: Ah, why]

[Yingli: Censioni should have something to do, right?, no matter what, I envy Ernie that you can sit next to OPPA...]

Looking at the news sent by the sisters, Han Qinse subconsciously smiled slightly, but immediately realized something, and an indescribably complicated expression spread on her bright and moving face.

She pursed her lips and didn't choose to continue chatting, and after a brief two messages, she turned off her phone, looked up, and returned her attention to the car at this time.

The quiet atmosphere that forms between several people often forces the people in the middle of it to concentrate on one thing.

Either focus on yourself or focus on others.

Han Qinse chose to focus on the other three elders in the car.

Li Zai turned his head to look out of the car window, and the colorful and brilliant lights flashed from his old cheeks like a floating light, reflecting the wrinkles on his face deeply and solemnly, and the deep eyes hidden under Shou Mei seemed to be also refracting the light.

Grandmother Han Linghua's eyes still looked a little red and swollen, and her old man seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, looking down at an old yellow book spread out in her hand, and her thin palm with old age spots rubbed over and over again.

It was the Han family's family photo album.

Sitting in Han Qinse's position, if she didn't stand up a little, she wouldn't be able to see which photo her grandmother was looking at now, but it didn't matter, because she had long known that for her grandmother, the most cherished photo might be only that one, since she was taken back to Korea when she was a child.

As for Park Buhua, who was sitting next to him, Han Qinse knew that every time he got along with their family, this Grandpa Park always behaved like a humble servant, and his posture of sitting upright was guaranteed to be much more standard than that of those young people who had just returned from military service.

Speaking of which, in fact, Han Qinse is not unfamiliar with this situation.

Since she returned to South Korea, it has happened every year, but this year the time is much earlier, because her grandfather listened to Grandpa Park's advice two years ago and planned to give their family this "event" once a year in a new way.

Or rather, the word "activity" is not appropriate.

After all......

It was the eldest daughter of the Han family, that is, Han Qinse's mother's sacrifice.

……

In this specially arranged mourning hall, after Li Zai and Han Ling, who are parents, put incense on the incense and wipe the spiritual seat, the offerings are placed on the ground by Han Qinse, who is a child, and is placed in front of the spiritual seat with his own hands.

Surrounded by flowers and offerings, there is no photo of the deceased on the case, only a tablet written by Li Zai himself.

Book:

【Soul Position of the Loving Daughter of Han Yu】

After all the salutes were over, the Han family in mourning clothes got up and retreated, and Pu Buhua, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, handed over the prepared towels with a solemn face.

Han Qinse walked out last, bowed his head politely at Pu Buhua, and then took the white towel and wiped his hands.

Then, the girl's previously heavy face finally showed a shallow smile, and she whispered to Pu Buhua, who was standing by the door: "There are too many people in the theater in front, and Teacher Han is also next to you, so it is not convenient to talk to you." Grandpa Park, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?"

After hearing Han Qinse's greetings to himself, Pu Buhua's serious old face also squeezed out a really happy smile, and his body bent more and more: "Thank you, Miss, for your concern, my body is not bad." ”

"Grandpa Park, you are always so polite, you were like this when I was a child, aren't we also half a family? Before the 16th, there are still a few days left in the 49th Festival, do you want to be like this every day?"

"Hehe, miss, the rules cannot be abolished. ”

"Hey, I haven't seen you in a few years, and you're still the same. ”

Seeing Pu's insistence without smiling and silent, Han Qinse had no choice but to purse his lips helplessly, and turned his head to keep up with the footsteps of his grandparents in front.

Behind her, Park Buhua looked at her back lovingly, and after smiling, he followed.

Lights on the lawn outside dispelled the darkness of the night, illuminating the surroundings, and hundreds of well-equipped security guards stood in the corners of the building and patrolled in groups of dogs, guarding the place.

Located at the foot of Bukhansan Mountain in Seoul, this private funeral home is the exclusive family cemetery of the Han family, and the Han family is not cremated, and will be sent here after death, and over the years, only the eldest lady of the Han family, Han Yi, is the only exception.

"No, I don't spend it. ”

Walking to the front of the Bentley, the bodyguard in a black suit just stepped forward and opened the door, Li Zai's footsteps stopped inexplicably, and Pu Buhua, who was standing behind with his head down, heard the voice and immediately stepped forward: "Yes, my lord." ”

"The movie thing...... You're doing a good job. That Teacher Han is Qin Se's benefactor, and I am also very satisfied with the Zhuang Xian son he played, and you will watch and do the thing I mentioned to you before. Anyway, it was a face given to me by those people in the Blue House, and it was regarded as a favor that we returned to Mr. Han. ”

"Yes. ”

Park Buhua bowed his head respectfully.

"Also...... Although my family can see the finished film, this matter is over, but you still have to keep an eye on it in the future, and be sure to let it be released on time on the 16th. ”

"Yes. ”

Pu Buhua nodded without hesitation.

On September 16th, the memorial day of the eldest lady of the Han family, the Han family will deliberately make a full 49-day sacrifice for her 49 days in advance every year, which is also known to everyone in some small circles of Korean high society.

Li Zai deliberately set the release date of "Mourning" on this day, and I believe that no guy who is not long-eyed will dare to sabotage.

After personally instructing Park Buhua with these words, Li Zai didn't say anything more, raised his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and turned around and sat in the car.

"Grandpa Park, come to the house often in the future. ”

When it was Han Qinse's turn, she stopped again and said to Pu Buhua with a sincere face: "The family is usually too deserted, and everyone is afraid of grandpa, so they don't dare to come." ”

Hearing Han Qinse arrange himself like this, not only Li Zai and his wife in the car smiled, but even Pu Buhua's face showed a faint smile.

He lowered his head and said, "Yes, I have memorized the instructions of the young lady." ”

"It's not an order, it's an invitation!" Han Qinse corrected seriously.

As if seeing the eldest lady of the year, Pu Buhua's smile became stronger at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded: "Yes, I remember your invitation, Miss." ”

"Then it's decided, right?"

"Well, okay! I'll come to the door when I have some free time later. ”

"Hmm!"

After saying this, Han Qinse unexpectedly stepped forward, stretched out his arms, hugged Pu Buhua, and whispered in his mouth: "Grandpa Park, so many years...... Thank you too much. ”

Pu Buhua's already drooping eyelids seemed to droop even more, raised his hand and gently patted Han Qinse's back, and said softly: "Miss, you have grown up." ”

"Of course!"

Standing up again, Han Qinse waved his hand at Pu Buhua with a smile on his face, "Then Grandpa Park goodbye! See you tomorrow!"

The wrinkled smile on Pu Buhua's face was full of love, "Okay, see you tomorrow." ”

Then he watched as the black elongated Bentley drove away and faded away, eventually disappearing into the night in the distance.

The smile gradually converged, Pu Buhua stood in place and was silent for a while, and suddenly lowered his head and took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Help me investigate someone. Don't use domestic manpower in this matter, go through foreign channels, and sort out all the information and background of that person from childhood to adulthood, it doesn't matter if it takes a long time, but I must report it in the most detail and without the slightest mistake. ”

After saying these words, Park Buhua hung up the phone directly.

He raised his head, looked at the deep night sky above him, and whispered to himself for no apparent reason.

"It should ...... It's not that coincidental, is it?"