Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 43 Old acquaintance

"I've already come here," Mrs Wang said, "I came to offer incense, and I was still crying, but I was soon taken away by your uncle and grandfather, saying that he wanted to discuss important matters. Alas, the two of them know about your grandfather's affairs. ."

Wang didn't care much about these two people, but she cared more about Uncle Cheng, "Sanniang, you have to ask Uncle Cheng to come over. Although your dowry has been sorted out, some of it is in your grandfather's courtyard. Uncle Cheng takes it out."

   That's just a dowry on the bright side, the real good stuff is on the outside.

   But Zhao Hanzhang still nodded, she had a plan in her heart, she had to see Ji Yuan first.

   Zhao Erlang was still young and had a childlike temperament. Mrs. Wang was frightened for a day and was too tired. Zhao Hanzhang did not let them stay there all night, but asked Qinggu to help them go back to rest.

  The people also retreated. Except for the two guarding the door, only Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan were left in the mourning hall.

  Fu Tinghan also changed into a filial attire. He didn't take a mourning stick, he was wearing Qi Tai, who was second only to Zhan Fai, and Zhao Ji, who inherited the title of Zhao Changyu, was only wearing this mourning.

That's why the Zhao family didn't stop him from keeping the spirit with Zhao Hanzhang. As an uncle, he is filial enough to be willing to serve Xiaogong. Now he is directly serving Qi Shui, even if Zhao Zhongyu and Zhao Ji are picky. Can't go wrong.

  Fu Tinghan added oil to the lamp, sat back next to Zhao Hanzhang, and whispered, "Would you like to squint? From last night until now, you haven't slept for a day or two."

   Zhao Hanzhang: "The cerebral cortex is extremely active, you can't sleep for a while, and you haven't closed your eyes, do you want to rely on it?"

  Fu Tinghan thought for a while and said, "Why don't we talk? Talking can dispel your emotions, and you should be able to fall asleep when your emotions dissipate."

   Zhao Hanzhang unconsciously grabbed a handful of millet stalks and threw them into the brazier, "What do you say?"

  Fu Tinghan paused and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a deep affection for the Zhao family."

  It was her who had been thinking about going back, and she was the one who couldn't let go of the people here.

Zhao Hanzhang lowered his eyes and looked at his pale fingers, but in turn, he could see the calluses between the palms of his hands and the belly of his fingers. These were the calluses left by the little girl who studied and practiced martial arts. Like her, the little girl has been working hard to live and think hard. To live a better life for yourself and to make those around you a little better.

   "Zhao Changyu treats me very well," Zhao Hanzhang said: "He has a good heart and a righteous character. We all have empathy for strangers, not to mention that we have been together for more than a month."

Zhao Hanzhang is not an indifferent person. For more than a month, Zhao Changyu has been planning for her everywhere. Even if he knew that he was doing it for his own granddaughter and grandson, how could she be in this body and experience it herself? separate?

  Fu Tinghan reached out and grabbed a handful of millet stems for her, and asked in a low voice, "Now, do you still want to go back?"

   Zhao Hanzhang turned to look at him, "Of course, I have feelings for the people here, but that doesn't prevent me from wanting to go back."

   She squinted, "Professor Fu don't want to go back?"

  Fu Tinghan sighed: "I think, but I think the maneuverability is very small. I don't want you to have too much hope, I don't want you to be too disappointed."

   Zhao Hanzhang sat up straight and looked at him fixedly, "Professor Fu, did we know each other before?"

  Fu Tinghan raised his head and smiled at her, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit bitter, "I studied in No. 22 Middle School for both junior and senior high school."

"But I'm from No. 24 High School..." Zhao Hanzhang paused when he said this. No. 24 High School is opposite No. 22 High School. The two schools are opposite each other. King's posture.

  Twenty-two middle school...

   Zhao Hanzhang's long-standing memory was revealed, she looked at Fu Tinghan in surprise, "Are you the classmate who skipped a grade in the same year as me?"

  Fu Tinghan: "Yes, two years of junior high school, the final exam every year, either you are the first, or I am the first."

   "In the third year, you skipped grades to high school, so coincidentally, I also skipped grades to high school. In the first semester, you were first, and I was second." Fu Tinghan stared at her eyes and fell silent.

Zhao Hanzhang also reached out and touched his eyes and chuckled, "Ah, remember, you have always been the first, right? I occasionally heard from classmates that there was a very good student in the twenty-two, every time He ranked first in the city every semester, far away from the second place, and I heard that he went directly to the junior class of the university.”

  Fu Tinghan lowered his eyes and said, "That's because you've been relegated..."

   At that time, Zhao Hanzhang was in a car accident. After being discharged from the hospital, she lost her eyesight. With rehabilitation and familiarity with Braille, she almost started from scratch, and when she returned to school, she was already one level behind.

   Zhao Hanzhang looked at him in surprise, "So Professor Fu has always known me?"

   Fu Tinghan did not deny it.

   Zhao Hanzhang was a little embarrassed. Thinking of her reputation in the school, he felt that it would damage her prestige when she was a teenager, so he added: "I have always been very polite and gentle."

  Fu Tinghan couldn't help laughing and looked at her softly, "I know, you kicked Teacher Jin because he was too annoying."

   Zhao Hanzhang: "...How do you know that I stretched my foot? He kept saying that I pushed."

   "So I testified that I didn't see you pushing people."

   Zhao Hanzhang looked at him with indescribable words, "Is that you who testified for me anonymously?"

   "It was not necessary to remain anonymous, but the director said that I was teaching at the same school as you, and it would be bad to disclose it publicly. Anyway, everyone trusted me, so I used my testimony and just withheld my name from the two parties involved."

   Zhao Hanzhang said sincerely: "Thank you, if you hadn't testified at that time, I'd probably be the one who left the school."

   So actually Fu Tinghan has always known her? That…

   "The blind date before I came..."

  Fu Tinghan changed the subject, "Zhao Changyu left you so many things, can you get them?"

   Zhao Hanzhang looked at his red ears, looked at him for a while, then said, "Well, it's not a big problem, just don't backstab Ji Yuan."

   After chatting for a while, Zhao Hanzhang's brain relaxed, and she was really sleepy. Her eyes slowly closed and her head twitched little by little.

   Fu Tinghan saw that her head was about to drop, so she quickly reached out to hold it, and gently brought it to her side, making her lean on her shoulder.

  Zhao Hanzhang unconsciously opened his eyes, and when he saw it, he closed them again.

   Fu Tinghan saw that she was sleeping with her eyes closed, she slowly put down her heart and relaxed her shoulders, making her lean on more comfortably.

Fu Tinghan looked down at this familiar face in his memory, and felt a little dazed for a while. He met her at the school gate more than once, just across the street. Every time she was surrounded by many people, everyone liked to be with her. Make friends, every time he walks past her, he can hear her hearty laughter

  Fu Tinghan stretched out his finger to touch her cheek, but before she touched her cheek, Zhao Hanzhang's head suddenly moved, he immediately retracted his hand and sat upright...

   See you at 8pm

   (end of this chapter)