"Dad, I want to ride in the car!'
Han Songlin suddenly remembered his own first ride in a car when he was a child, and his gaze once again noticed the gleaming little eyes of the other children.
Suddenly, Han Songlin suddenly had an epiphany!
He opened both the front and rear doors and let Han Ting and Han Yingzi get out. 'If you want to go in and play, go ahead!'
If this were anyone else, they would never let a child play on a car worth hundreds of thousands of yuan.
They wouldn't even let them touch it, for fear of damaging it.
But for Han Songlin, a visitor from the 1920s, this car was no big deal.
It is just a means of transport.
If it really gets damaged, as long as it doesn't affect its use, who cares!
'Mom, you're sunbathing down there?' Han Songlin ignored the group of children and greeted Yang Xiufang and Zhang Suyun.
'Erwaizi, don't go moving the car!'
Han Songlin laughed, 'It's fine, the children are curious, just let them have a look!'
'What if you break it?'
Han Songlin's smile grew even wider at the corners of his mouth. He naturally understood the meaning of these words: 'How could it be so easy to break? Don't worry.'
If it was broken, could Han Songlin still make the child pay for it?
That would make Han Songlin look incompetent.
'Where's Yu Yan?'
Yang Xiufang looked angry at her lack of initiative: 'She's at home reading a book! Tell her to come down and take a walk in the sun. She doesn't like the heat and won't come down.'
Han Songlin's expression changed, and he laughed, 'Then I'll go up and see her!'
After saying that, he left. He had not seen Liu Yuyan for several months, and Han Songlin really missed her.
Even though they usually spoke on the phone every day, it was not as good as having someone to keep you company all day.
'Hey, oops, this is really...' Zhang Suyun wanted to stop Han Songlin from leaving and keep him company to chat; she shook her head and sighed. It was true that he had forgotten his mother after getting a daughter-in-law.
'Haha, they haven't seen each other for a long time, so they must have a lot of things to talk about. Let them be!' Yang Xiufang was very happy inside. In the past, she had been a little worried that Liu Yuyan would have a hard time in the Han family, but now, of course, she wasn't worried anymore.
Han Songlin walked three steps for two, and in a few moments, he arrived at the front door, and then knocked.
'I'm here, who is it?'
Hearing Liu Yuyan's full of energy voice, Han Songlin couldn't help but smile.
Well, you can't describe the voice of a beautiful woman like that.
It's as melodious as a warbler, clear and pleasant to the ear!
"It's me!'
Liu Yuyan's footsteps couldn't help but pause, and then quicken a little.
Opening the door, she looked at Han Songlin standing in the doorway, and her eyes were instantly brimming with tears: 'Honey!'
Han Songlin heard this cry full of longing, grievance, and love, and his whole being melted.
A smile spread across his face, and he gently embraced Liu Yuyan, his fingertips lightly gliding over her pretty face as he wiped away the tears. 'What's wrong? You're crying just like Han Ting! Aren't you ashamed?'
'Hmph, I'll cry if I want to. Who told you to be gone for so long? You're a bad guy.'
'Okay, I'm a bad guy. So, has my bad guy of a wife been behaving herself at home?' Han Songlin's smile grew even wider.
Sometimes, women are just like children, without logic and reason.
'Tell me, if you don't come back for so long, are you seeing someone else?' This is the thing that Liu Yuyan is most worried about. If Han Songlin really is seeing someone else, what should she do?
Han Songlin chuckles: "What are you thinking? Do you think anyone can compare to you?'
Liu Yuyan: "I'm old and past it, who knows what you're thinking!'
How should I respond to that?
Han Songlin expressed some panic and could not help but fall silent.
After all, growing old is a natural law!
"Ah, you really do despise me!'
Han Songlin said harshly, 'then let me show you whether I really despise you!'
With that, Han Songlin simply picked up Liu Yuyan, hooked her foot, and slammed the door shut.
Liu Yuyan screamed, wrapping her arms around Han Songlin's neck. 'What are you doing?'
'Nothing, just letting you feel my passionate love for you!'
Han Songlin was now too afraid to say that he was going to throw Liu Yuyan straight onto the bed, so he carefully lowered her down.
Liu Yuyan was already aware of what was going to happen next, and blushed slightly, saying, 'It's still daytime!'
'That's why it's so much fun!'
'You go take a shower first!'
'No!'
Summer is a hot season. After returning to Yuechi, Han Songlin did not go running around, but stayed at home with Liu Yuyan.
On this rare cloudy day, Han Songlin took Liu Yuyan for a walk.
At the time, Yuechi did not have a dedicated park or square. These urban facilities would not be built in Yuechi until two thousand years later.
Ci'en Temple, a temple on the outskirts of the county.
Han Songlin supported Liu Yuyan as they slowly climbed the steps. The steps were not paved with bluestone, but simply dug out with a hoe.
The temple would not be overhauled until the late 1990s.
Today was not the time of the Cien Temple's regular meeting, so there were basically no people in the temple.
There were a few laypeople who usually maintained the operation of the temple.
They were all old men and women.
Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan's arrival surprised them for a moment, but they didn't care.
After all, every day there are people who come up the mountain to visit, and if they want to burn incense, naturally they will prepare it.
At present, Ci'en Temple only has one temple called the Main Hall of the Buddha, unlike in the future, when there will be six or seven temples, and a special building for the laypeople will also be built.
In fact, growing old and living in a temple may be a good choice.
Stay out of the world, be quiet and do nothing!
Liu Yuyan knelt in front of the Buddha statue, hands together, mouth muttering something.
Han Songlin listened carefully and couldn't help but smile; because Liu Yuyan was asking the Buddha to bless the baby in her belly to be born safely, be smart and cute, and grow up well in the future.
She was also praying for Han Ting to be healthy and make progress in her studies.
She was praying for her parents to be healthy, for Han Songlin to be strong, and for his career to go well.
After listing her requests, Liu Yuyan also stated her own conditions. If everything went well, she would donate money to the Buddha to build a temple the next time she came.
Indeed, for Chinese people, everything is a transaction, even with gods and Buddhas.
Han Songlin muttered, 'Bless my wife, Liu Yuyan, to always be beautiful!'
Liu Yuyan burst out laughing, really unable to hold back at Han Songlin's teasing.
That's not how you make a wish!
'My dear, I made the wish with all my heart, I'm sure the Buddha must have heard it!' Han Songlin said seriously, not believing in the gods but revering them.
'I believe you!'
Not sure what had come to his mind, Liu Yuyan laughed again; however, realising where she was, she quickly said to herself, 'Don't blame the Buddha, don't blame the Buddha!'
Han Songlin looked up at the Buddha statue in the glass frame, which was four or five metres high and covered in gold leaf.
Gold leaf!
Is that real?
As he thought about this, Han Songlin blinked, and it looked as if the Buddha statue had blinked.
But on closer inspection, nothing had changed.
After leaving, Han Songlin put a few hundred-yuan bills in the donation box. This was the most Han Songlin had ever donated at a temple.
'If you really are a spirit, then bless me, my family, my tribe, and my country!'
When leaving, Han Songlin couldn't help but look back. Had he just been seeing things?
It must have been the glass!
It must have been.