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Chapter 106 Ask

Early the next morning, Han Bo drove to the Han family's old house in the old city.

The Han family has a long history. The old house was once a big mansion built by the ancestors. It has a history of hundreds of years. Later, it was rebuilt and repaired many times, and it is very well maintained.

Originally, the local government hoped to plan the old house into a tourist attraction, but Han Wu, the father of the Han family, disagreed, and the descendants did not dare to make arbitrary decisions, so they had to decline.

Although the old house has a beautiful scenery, it is far away from the city center. All the children and grandchildren went out to live separately after they got married, and only the old man insisted on living in the old house.

Han Wu doesn't like to socialize and likes to be quiet. There are only two servants and the old man living in the big old house. Only on Chinese New Year or the old man's birthday, the old house will be lively.

Although it was deserted, the old man enjoyed the quietness very much, and his children and grandchildren rarely came to disturb him.

So when Han Bo got out of the car and woke up the uncle on the co-pilot, the servant who was cleaning the gate stared at them in surprise, and after a long while greeted them cheerfully and welcomed them in.

Han Bo got straight to the point: "Grandpa asked me to come. I don't know where the old man is?"

The servant explained: "Master Tai usually plays boxing and sword training in the back garden in the morning. Fourth Master, Young Master Bo, please come with me."

"Don't always add the word 'old' to me, okay?" Han Qi yawned and complained: "I've said you hundreds of times!"

The servant smiled apologetically and nodded.

The two walked through the front courtyard together, bypassed the main courtyard, passed through the winding corridors, and finally came to the back garden.

Han Qi pointed to the waterside pavilion in the small lake, and said with a smile, "Don't take it, the old guy is over there!"

The servant turned to make tea, while Han Bo and Han Qi stepped across the Qushi Bridge and soon came to the waterside pavilion.

I saw a white-haired old man, wearing a Tang costume, holding a wooden sword, dancing slowly and vigorously, his eyes were as cold as ice, and his expression was indifferent.

Han Qi always had a playful smile, but once he met his old man, he didn't dare to be presumptuous at all, and stood upright.

Knowing that his grandfather had seen them, Han Bo didn't dare to disturb them, so he stood aside and waited.

The old man didn't keep them waiting, and after making a few gestures, he carried the wooden sword behind him, stepped towards the stone table on the other side, and put the sword down briskly.

Han Qi hurriedly stepped forward: "Dad!"

Han Bo was half a step slower, and called out respectfully, "Grandpa."

"Sit." The old man said lightly.

After a while, the servant came over with three cups of tea, and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing.

The old man took a sip and turned to look at his youngest son and eldest grandson.

"Why are you all blue and black? What did you guys do last night?"

Han Bo told the truth: "I was busy with work, so I had to work overtime until after four o'clock. I only slept for two hours last night."

Han Qi rolled his eyes and said in a low voice: "Last night, the head office held a celebration banquet. I drove here overnight and only slept for more than three hours. Ah Bo said that your old man was looking for him, and it happened that I missed you too, so let's go together Come and see you."

"I didn't call you, it's none of your business here." The old man looked at him coldly, and hit the point with one sentence: "The problem of wanting to join in the fun needs to be corrected."

Han Qi shrank his neck, respectfully: "Yes, Dad."

The parents love the youngest son, and they haven't seen the younger son for more than half a year. The old man couldn't help but cast a few more glances before saying, "Let's go after breakfast later."

Han Qi giggled and said, "Okay!"

The old man stopped looking at him, turned slightly to look at the eldest grandson, and frowned with sparse white brows.

"Ah Bo, let me ask you—are you getting close to a woman named 'Dongfang'?"

(End of this chapter)