The sweetest pheromone in the entertainment industry

Chapter 238 Han Mo X Joan

On a late autumn evening, Qiao Henian sat in a wheelchair and watched the last sunset in his life, and closed his eyes peacefully.

The dean of the scientific research institute passed away, and the whole country mourned.

At the funeral, Qiao Henian's assistant read Qiao Henian's will. All his inheritance will be inherited by Qiao An, and the position of dean will be held by his grandson Qiao Ni - this has long been made public.Qiao Ni is still young, and Han Mo is still acting as the dean.

There are only a few wills, without any cumbersome rhetoric, as if there is nothing to worry about or miss in his life.

When he left, the last time he saw this world was the sunset, and the world gradually darkened. In the sky, there was a moon in the sky.

What he thought in the end, and what he thought in this life, I am afraid no one will know.

The Qiao family's aristocratic family of nearly a thousand years has declined by Qiao Henian's generation, but the family ancestral hall and cemetery are still there, and have been repaired many times, retaining the original simplicity and tranquility.

Qiao An said that this entire hill has belonged to Qiao's family since ancient times, and after the country was unified, the ancestral hall and mausoleum were not destroyed.The ancestors of the Qiao family had produced prime ministers, generals, chief assistants, and even alchemists.Later, it evolved into Qin Tianjian, and started scientific research.

After hearing this, Qiao Ni admired him: "In my generation, he is a big star."

Joan laughed, then quickly suppressed the smile, and continued to pack his father's belongings.Pull out an old photo album.

Qiao Ni moved his head curiously, and Qiao An flipped through the pages and introduced to him: "This is when your grandfather was young."

"This was when your great-grandfather was young."

"This is when your great-grandfather's father was young."

Qiao Ni: "..."

Qiao Ni suspected that he was hallucinating, he asked, "Aren't they... the same person?"

Except for the color photos taken by Qiao Henian when he was young, the others are black and white photos.The eyes, nose and mouth are almost carved out of the same mold.

Naturally, it was similar to Joan.

Family genetics, so powerful!

Joan continued to flip back and paused with her fingertips. In the photo was a young child, holding a water gun and shooting at a tree. There was a bird on the tree. The child raised his face with sparkling eyes.

"Father, is this you?" Qiao Ni recognized it immediately.

"...Well." Joan's eyes fell on the photo, "I don't even know when it was taken."

"This angle must be a candid shot."

"Sneak shot?"

Just this one, and there will be photos of Qiao An in the future, most of which are group photos or ID photos taken when he grew up, went to the military academy, and became an excellent officer.

Was this taken by Qiao Henian?In what state of mind did he take this photo?

In Joan's memory, his father had always been an unsmiling, serious and rigid person. As long as he stood in front of him when he was a child, he would have an indescribable fear. His father was not like a father, but like a teacher.

Qiao Henian did artificial insemination until he was 130 years old, selected an Omega egg, and cultivated direct offspring in the birth cabin.From the moment Qiao An was born, he met the respected and gray-haired Dean Qiao Henian. To him, the word father was different from others from the very beginning.

When other children were at the age to enjoy the care of their parents, all he faced was an empty yard. If he wanted to see Qiao Henian occasionally, he had to make an appointment with his assistant.

Before Qiao Henian became seriously ill, like many scientific research madmen, he was keen to spend time in the laboratory. He stayed in the experimental base of the military region all year round, and only came back during the holidays.

And since Qiao An went to the military academy, he may not be able to come back during the holidays, so the two of them spend less and less time seeing each other, and the relationship between father and son seems to be only related by blood.Even if we met, it was just a family greeting, so we didn't talk.

If the old Qiao Henian is a cold and hard stone that has experienced wind and rain, then Qiao An is a tree that grows silently and alone, relatively speechless, it is inevitable.

Even though Qiao An woke up in the past three years, she didn't speak much to Qiao Henian.

On the contrary, it was Qiao Ni, Qiao Henian was still there, and when he was in the country, he would go to Qiao Henian's place in his free time.

"Reverse and reverse."

"Huh?" Qiao Ni flipped through the old photos with great interest.

Joan paused and asked, "What did you tell your grandpa before?"

"That's a lot. The birds in the sky, the fish in the water, and the things that crawl on the ground, I've said it all."

"...What did your grandfather tell you?"

Qiao Ni thought about it for a while before saying: "It seems that I am the one who is chirping, grandpa just listens and nods occasionally."

Joan smiled, as if expecting such a result.

Yes, his father has always been like this, what is really thinking in his heart, he has never been stingy to express.

The items in the father's room were unfamiliar, because Joan hadn't come in a few times before, and he packed them slowly, one by one, trying to find his father's past thoughts, even a few words, but unfortunately, he seemed to be packing up before Once, some personal items had already been discarded and buried by him.

"What do you think..." Qiao An didn't expect to ask her son, "What kind of person is your grandfather?"

"He's just an ordinary old man." Qiao Ni replied casually, "Of course, in my eyes."

"Ordinary old man?" Joan laughed.

It is no exaggeration to describe Qiao Henian's life as "great achievements". His dedication to this country is unprecedented, and it may be difficult for those who come later to catch up.How could he be an ordinary old man.

Qiao An was distracted again, her father was not ordinary, but would there be times when, like an ordinary person, she needed the love and affection of an ordinary person?

And this kind of affection was something he never got from Qiao Henian, so much so that he forgot to give it back.

Did Joe make it up for him?That's why you say Qiao Henian is an ordinary old man?When Qiao Henian left this world, did he hide a trace of warmth in his heart?

These Joan have no way of knowing.

There were too many people expressing their condolences, and it was carried out in batches. For a whole week, the research institute seemed to spend in such a low pressure.On the contrary, it was Qiao Ni, who ate, drank, talked and laughed, just like usual.

The old man of the scientific research institute said that he was heartless, and that he was so happy that his grandfather was gone.

Qiao Ni retorted: "My grandfather lived to be more than 170 years old, and he passed away peacefully. !"

"..."

Xiao Yuanbao asked curiously: "What is happiness and mourning?"

Qiao Ni: "I have no regrets when I leave this world."

"What is regret?"

"I just wanted to eat dumplings, but I didn't get any."

"Did Grandpa eat dumplings when he left?"

"Well, yeah."

"That's great~"

Everyone: "..."

Qiao Henian's relics were sorted out almost, and half of them were antiques that could be included in the museum. It is reasonable to say that Qiao An should inherit them, but he only kept a few pieces, and the others were confiscated.

After the funeral, Qiao Ni went abroad to continue his studies and bid farewell to Qiao An Han Mo.

Xiao Yuanbao stayed in China for the time being, and Qiao An personally sent him abroad to meet Qiao Ni in a few days.

Qiao Ni whispered to his little son: "Baby, you spend good time with Qiao An and sleep with him at night."

Xiao Yuanbao nodded, "Don't worry papa, I'll protect Joan~"

Because Han Mo Qiao An's appearance is too young, Qiao Ni never taught Xiao Yuan Bao to call them grandpa, instead calling them by their names would have a different kind of intimacy.

Waving goodbye, the plane took off.

Qiao An and Han Mo took Xiao Yuanbao back to the research institute.

It started to rain on the road, and the pattering autumn rain wet the streetscape. This capital city with more than 2000 million people was shrouded in misty mist.

Little Yuanbao turned his head and looked out the window from the child seat, "Wow, it's raining."

"Yes." Joan said.The wipers made fan-shaped rain marks on the front glass of the car.

Han Mo turned his attention to a cake shop by the side of the road and asked, "Want to eat cake?"

"Cake?" Joan is not keen on sweets, "Why do you suddenly want to eat cake?"

"I just suddenly remembered that today seems to be Qiao Henian's birthday."

Joan opened his eyes slightly, "... how do you know?"

"It's written in the encyclopedia."

"..."

Yes, it was written, but Joan, as a son, always forgot.He has been awake and sleeping since his thirties, and it took the past two years to show signs of recovery. What he can remember in his heart is only the birthdays of Han Mo, Qiao Ni and Xiao Yuanbao.

Only these three people.

"Cake cake, baby wants to eat cake~" Xiao Yuanbao waved his little hand.

The car pulled over and stopped slowly, and Han Mo got out of the car to buy cakes.

Qiao An and Xiao Yuanbao were waiting in the car, Xiao Yuanbao was still having a good time, babbling and singing the unknown song Qiao Ni taught.Joan lowered the window, smoked a cigarette, and carefully exhaled the smoke outside. The smoke was able to pass through the rain and drift stubbornly into the sky.

Suddenly, the sound of the car door opening, Han Motong sat in with the breath of rain, holding a small cake in his hand.

Joan threw the cigarette butt into the rain and extinguished it.

Han Mo said: "Smoking less."

"Half." Qiao An said, starting the car, "Do you want to go to the cemetery?"

"What are you doing at the cemetery?"

"Send cake."

Han Mo smiled, "He can't eat it after sending it to him. Let's eat it ourselves."

"Not that it's my father's birthday."

"He never celebrates his birthday." Han Mo said, "We eat the cake ourselves."

"..." Joan didn't know where to complain.

Little Yuanbao: "Cake~~~"

"Go back and eat." Qiao An comforted.

"There is a small park in front, let's eat there." Han Mo said.

"Why do you have to go to the park?" Joan was puzzled.

"Wouldn't it be nice to watch the rain and eat cake in a pavilion in the park?"

Xiao Yuanbao: "Beautiful, beautiful~"

Qiao An was also convinced, he had always had nothing to do with Han Mo's whimsy.

Two black umbrellas, the raindrops converge from the surface of the umbrella to the tip of the umbrella, and the two pools of water on the ground merge into one, like a big gourd.The small pavilion has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is dripping and leaking near the middle.

Wrapped in a small blanket, Xiao Yuanbao sat in the only dry place in the pavilion, holding a half-palm-sized mango cake, and stuffed it directly into his mouth as taught by Han Mo.

The lotus in the pond has completely withered, accepting the wind and rain despondently.

Joan felt that he was no different from that lotus, holding a piece of cake unrequitedly, and asked, "What's so interesting?"

Han Mo said: "Look at the little ingot."

Joan turned around and almost felt angry: "Baby, why do you eat cake like this, don't you have a fork?"

Little Yuanbao's big blue eyes flashed, cream covered his chubby face and little nose, "No."

Qiao An searched all over but couldn't find a tissue, so she asked Han Mo helplessly, "Is there any tissue or handkerchief?"

"No." Han Mo said, "Let him eat, let's chat for a while."

"Can't we go back and talk?"

"I don't want to talk about it after I go back."

The author has something to say: first write about the father group~then the baby and husband and wife group~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Wuyuli, 1 Mercury fruit;

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