To be honest, there must be nothing to say about the taste of the things in the high-end restaurant, but for Zhao Huchen, it is too delicate and too little, and the chopsticks are gone.

"Grandma make me a bowl of egg noodles, I haven't eaten enough for dinner today." Zhao Huchen said cheekily.

The old man smiled and got up and walked into the kitchen.

"You're so embarrassed." Seeing Zhao Huchen grinning and smirking, Han Shushu couldn't help but feel angry.

"What's so embarrassing, isn't your grandma my grandma?" As soon as Zhao Huchen finished speaking, he saw a faint but real flush floating on Han Shushu's fair and delicate face, and immediately realized the ambiguity in his words, and Zhao Huchen was also embarrassed.

"I'm going to give grandma a hand." Han Shushu saw that the atmosphere in the living room was really embarrassing, so he got up and fled to the kitchen.

Zhao Huchen sat alone in the living room, still reminiscing about the coquettish beauty of Han calligraphy and painting just now, the real beauty definitely doesn't need to scratch her head to pose with a seemingly multi-surname sense to attract attention, whether it is plain face or heavy makeup, they can always smile and smile with a beauty that ordinary women can't want, and always give Zhao Huchen a sense of turbidity and floating lotus The rare touch of shyness that belongs to women makes him completely amazed.

Perhaps he heard the sound outside, the door of the study in the middle opened, and Han Lao, who had not been seen for a long time, walked out of it with his eyes on, still holding a book in his hand.

Seeing Zhao Huchen sitting in the living room and seeing him standing up politely, Han Lao took his eyes off and said, "Sit, don't be polite when you come here, since you are a friend of calligraphy and painting, treat this place as your own home, feel free, I can't see others stumbling in front of me like a political judge." ”

Zhao Huchen sat down when he heard this, and after knowing the identity of the old man in front of him, he was inevitably a little open-minded.

Han Lao sat on the sofa next to Zhao Huchen, closed the book in his hand, and said to Zhao Huchen: "The calligraphy and painting said that the dinner with a few friends tonight was with you, right?" ”

Although the old man didn't show anything, but anyone with a discerning eye could see a point or two, Zhao Huchen glanced at the kitchen, and saw that Han calligraphy and painting did not come out, so he said: "I'm also here, and there are two others, I don't know, they are friends of calligraphy and painting." ”

Han Lao responded, nodded thoughtfully, and didn't ask any more.

Han Lao didn't continue to ask, Zhao Huchen didn't take the initiative to find a topic, and sat honestly in his position, compared to the nature of facing Grandma Han, Zhao Huchen always felt that he couldn't let go of Han Lao, thinking about himself, he really felt that he was useless, wasn't he just an old cadre who had retired, why was he so twisted and pinched like a girl.

"Last time, thank you Han Lao for helping to say hello." Zhao Huchen thought about it, sorted out the wording before saying this sentence, although no one said anything to him, but the reason why the affairs of the Zhang family were able to calm down without a little turmoil, Zhao Huchen later also thought that someone opened his mouth and slapped the board, and then Yang Ting intentionally or unintentionally mentioned several times that a big man who had retired in Mingzhu for the elderly played a non-negligible role after Zhao Huchen more or less guessed that it was the old man of the Han family, and he didn't know a few old people who could have such energy in Mingzhu, Speaking of which, the one who may speak is the old man surnamed Han.

Although it is clear that people like Han Lao probably won't like to wade into the muddy waters that are not necessary this time, and they don't understand why this old man who has retired and is recuperating for a long time would open his mouth for him, but in any case, since he is sitting here, this word of thanks must be spoken.

"You got it?" Han Lao said with a smile.

Zhao Huchen nodded, he wanted to ask why, but he didn't ask after all.

"Now that you know, forget it, it's normal for young people to have momentum and temper, if you all do things like us old men, there will be no vitality, the so-called innovation and innovation, are created by you young people, how can the old man be so energetic as you. Young man, it's not a big deal to make a few mistakes, and I've asked you how it happened, and they were wrong in the first place, and I have a reason to speak for you. However, the next is not an example. Han Lao put the book in his hand on the coffee table and said.

Zhao Huchen took the opportunity to take a look.

Gonggong neatly two Lishu characters "Hanshu".

It seemed that Zhao Huchen's mind was complicated, Han Lao smiled slightly, and asked some questions in a gentle voice, Zhao Huchen answered them one by one, but it was a little strange, this time Han Lao asked most of his things in Zhaojia Village, and more focused on his grandfather.

Zhao Huchen has one thing to say, he feels that there is nothing unsightly about his grandfather, although he is not an earth-shattering old man, but in the eyes of Zhao Huchen, who has experienced some ups and downs and personnel now, the grandfather who has been dormant in Zhaojia Village for half his life does seem to have a lot of past and past events that he does not know, and it looks no different from those superficial old men in Zhaojia Village, but Zhao Huchen, who has been with his grandfather for 20 years, understands that grandpa is different from those old men, where is the difference, Zhao Huchen can't say.

As the conversation deepened, Han Lao's questions also involved some aspects of life, and as Zhao Huchen slowly narrated the old man's emotions seemed to be a little excited, this unexplained excitement seemed a little strange in Zhao Huchen's opinion, could it be that the two had known each other before? This ridiculous idea even Zhao Huchen himself felt a little incredible.

A burst of aroma wafted from the kitchen, and Han Shushu walked out of the kitchen with a large bowl full of egg noodles, followed by Grandma Han, who was still wearing an apron.

Grandma Han saw that Zhao Huchen was sitting precariously, and said to Han Lao: "Okay, don't use your deputy leader's posture to interrogate the child, this child is still hungry, and it will annoy the child if you ask this question." ”

When Han Lao saw the bowl of egg noodles in Han Shushu's hand, he got up with a smile and said to Zhao Huchen: "You eat slowly, I'll go to the study first." ”

Zhao Huchen nodded, took the egg noodles from Han Shushu's hand, and looked at Han Lao's back and frowned thoughtfully.

As soon as Han Lao left, Grandma Han urged him to eat noodles.

There were two poached eggs in a large bowl of noodles in the big sea, looking at Grandma Han's kind smile without the slightest hint of fireworks, which made Zhao Huchen a little flattered, although it may not be such a precious thing, but the taste is really good, the most important thing is to be full, compared to the flashy things in the restaurant.

Under the gaze of the old and the young, Zhao Huchen ate this big bowl of noodles and cleaned it.

After eating, it was already very late, Grandma Han was old after all, and she was a little tired after talking to Zhao Huchen again, and at this time, she got up and said goodbye at the right time.

Han calligraphy and painting sent Zhao Huchen downstairs.

"Is the egg noodle really delicious?" Standing downstairs, the moon shadow is shining, and the Han calligraphy and painting are smiling.

"Delicious!" Zhao Huchen touched his belly, which was a little supportive, and held back not to let himself do something that would affect his image with a big burp.

"Then come back next time, anyway, my grandma is better to you than to me, and she must be very happy." Han Shushu put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked to the car parked not far away with Zhao Huchen, smiling.

"Last time, did you tell your grandfather about the Zhang family?" Zhao Huchen asked softly.

Han Shushu smiled slightly, pursed his lips and shook his head: "Since it's over, don't mention it again." ”

The two walked to the car, Zhao Huchen had no intention of driving away, Han Shushu didn't mean to turn around and go upstairs for a while, a man and a woman stood next to the car and stopped.

Taking a deep breath, leaning on the car door, Zhao Huchen put his hands in his trouser pockets and raised his head to look at the outline of the city in the distance, because there were not many people in this community at night, there were only lonely street lamps and some green trees swaying slightly in the air, and the upper layers of the buildings were lit up, and occasionally the figure could be seen behind the anti-theft window, and the closed window flickered by.

"In fact, sometimes I like to look at some people and things that are related to me or unrelated from such a perspective that has nothing to do with others, and I feel very quiet. It's just that it doesn't last long every time, and maybe I'm not a suitable quiet person in my bones. Zhao Huchen chuckled.

"You are much better than most people, others are afraid that they will be isolated by the public, afraid that they will be abandoned by the mainstream, everyone is bustling with each other, who still has the heart to experience the red dotted moss, can be a brocade mattress; The grass is fragrant and the flowers are charming, and it can be used as a coquette. Han Shushu is indeed the most suitable woman for the most confidante, and it was easy to figure out Zhao Huchen's sad feelings, and said softly.

"I still remember the following two sentences, Mo Zhi is the mountain deer and the river gulls, and the advocacy is the sound of the water, the birds are brown, and the mountains and clouds are the guest of honor. and root wild vegetables, not stuffed mackerel; With Ye Chai Gate, Xi loses the first place. I remember that when I first came across this line of poetry, I ran to tell my grandfather whether it would be good for me and my grandfather to live like this in the future, in exchange for three times the heavier training than usual. Zhao Huchen smiled bitterly and shook his head, those pasts that have become history are drifting away like smoke clouds, but stretching out his hand seems to be able to catch the memories that are close at hand, but no matter how hard he tries, it is only the light in the memory, and it is impossible to go back to the past.

Han Shushu chuckled, standing beside Zhao Huchen, she didn't speak again, silence is better than sound at this time, sometimes there is really no need for verbal communication, just standing next to this man and accompanying him to watch the stars seems to be a good enjoyment.

(To be continued)