Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 777

"This news is absolutely true. He was the referee in my championship match last year. He also has a nickname, 'Asian Eagle Eye', which means that you can suspect that there is a machine failure in the camera and you can't question his decision. Therefore, this news is worth the money. land?"

"It's worth it, it's especially worth it," Han Wu gritted his teeth, handed the cue to others and walked towards Bingci, holding her wrist without saying a word.

Bingci looked at him suspiciously, "Stop playing?"

"Well, I'm tired. I just received the news that the bidding for a piece of land failed. I feel uncomfortable and want to cry."

He was no longer in the mood to play, and Han Wu's face showed a depression visible to the naked eye.

"It's okay, which land? I'll buy it and give it to you."

"It's just the wilderness in 0104." Han Wu leaned on Bingci's shoulder and said in an aggrieved tone.

Bingci thought for a while, "Why do I remember that the bidding for that land hasn't started yet?"

"I just lost before I even started."

Bingci didn't ask him why, "It doesn't matter, I will also bid, and it will still be yours."

"Really? Little brother is so nice~"

I have to say that this sentence is really useful.

It is not necessarily the best life for a coquettish woman, but it will definitely be the most ecstasy for a coquettish man.

Chu's house, the third lady's residence, the backyard is covered with red jade curtains, and a stone monument is erected in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers.

The stele is engraved with "the tomb of my beloved daughter Chu Lianzi."

"Chu Lian, the third miss of the Chu family, my third uncle's fiancée, she used to be a reporter covering sports events, and she became a war correspondent by chance. She organized the evacuation of people in a refugee camp on the Shiya battlefield 15 years ago. Hit, aged 20."

"I heard from my third uncle that she likes Liang Hongyu and can sing the Cantonese opera "Liang Hongyu Beats the Drums to Repel the Golden Soldiers."

"I heard people say that she is not good enough for third uncle. It turns out that third uncle is not good enough for her..."

Han Wu and Bingci bowed deeply towards the stele together, and they sprinkled a handful of red jade curtain seeds in the wind for Han Jue.

The seeds go with the wind, and the flowers bloom wherever they fall.

"Where the smoke of gunpowder is, I will be there. The suffering caused by war should be seen by the whole world..."

Han Jue, who was far away overseas, read the diary written by his beloved girl on the battlefield, crying so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

At the age of 20, he only needs to wait two years before he and she can get married.

The smoke was everywhere outside the house, and the guns roared, leaving little time for him to regret.

After sowing the seeds of Hongyulian, Han Wu and Bingci went to visit Mrs. Chu again.

After greeting each other, Mrs. Chu left the two of them behind.

The room was fully heated, and the old lady Chu had gray hair and was covered with a blanket embroidered with blue and phoenix patterns.

The old man smiled when he saw Bingci, stretched out his hand to stroke her face, and murmured: "Like... like ah... really like it."

"Like who?" Han Wu asked suspiciously.

But Mrs. Chu didn't answer, instead she touched his face and said to herself, "You are a kid from the Han family, be careful!"

"I want to drink water, boy of the Han family, how about you pour me a glass?" the old lady Chu said to Bingci alone.

Bing Ci and Han Wu looked at each other, and they didn't know what kind of medicine Mrs. Chu was selling in the gourd.

"I'll wait for you outside, call me if you need anything, don't worry." Han Wu patted Bing Ci's hand to comfort him.

Only Mrs. Chu and Bingci are left in the room now, and Bingci waited for a long time for Mrs. Chu to speak slowly.

"My husband and I have been hand in hand for a hundred years. The old man and his beloved wife live and die in the same hole. The head of the Tang family never forgets his true love. The love of the older generation can only pretend to be the next person. Now I look at the young man who has never married and is affectionate. It's everywhere, right?"

"Well," Bing Ci still didn't understand why she said this to herself.

"Then do you know what is the surname of the most affectionate person in the family?"

Bingci shook his head.

"Yan," Mrs. Chu said with narrowed eyes.

(End of this chapter)