He also has pain that he cannot lose. The stain of his unique memories is the source of difficulty in obtaining peace in the deepest night. But he does not think that is love.

"No business affairs are allowed at the dining table." After Han's mother sat up, she began to reiterate the table convention to the father and son. Since she did not talk about business affairs, she had to say something else.

Dean Han didn't take a few sips of Tang, and suddenly he thought of something and asked, "By the way, I seem to remember that you mentioned that you wanted to take a friend home for dinner. Where is your friend?"

Han Shu buried her head and drank the soup, secretly complaining in her heart. Why is the old man's memory so good today? Didn't he ignore these trivial matters in the past?

"Yes, baby, I thought you would bring your girlfriend back to show us. I heard that you met another girl, why didn't she come?"

"Oh, she was coming, but she couldn't come at the moment if there was an urgent matter." Han Shu said vaguely. He could not explain to his parents. His girlfriend suddenly had diarrhea at the door of the house, and she also came to her aunt, so she ran away at the last battle.

Dean Han sighed: "How many times have I said that you should be cautious and cautious about men and women. You always act like a joke. You are almost thirty years old and still so careless. Your private life can easily reflect the quality of a young man. Do you want to continue to be corrupted with such quality?"

"Dad, I didn't treat emotions as a joke, I have always been very serious." Han Shu refused to accept this hat of "decaying thoughts and corrupt morality". He felt that there was no man who was more "five talks and four beauties" than him.

When Dean Han heard this, he put down his chopsticks: "It's very serious? You said it was very serious a few times ago, what's the result? The girl you used to run with your hospital was named Xiao Wang, right? I just heard that you were in love, so you told me that they broke up. What's the story? "

"Your news has also lagged a little behind." Han Shu smiled dryly.

"Then why did the female doctor your mother introduced to you later break up?"

"You don't know, I don't like fat women, and my mother insists that I try it, but although the girl is a doctor, she has no control over her diet. When she eats together, she always keeps her head in a 'baji', and you can't stand it." Han Shu confessed in her heart. He was not a person who easily talks about the shortcomings of girls, although this is indeed a fact.

Dean Han couldn't speak for a moment, and he kept breathing and continued to ask: "This is what you call the reason? If you have the ability, talk about Xiao Zhao, so what's wrong with that girl in terms of appearance, job performance, and achievement? Everyone agreed to register, why did she part again?"

"I suddenly realized that we were not suitable. The White Bone Spirit is the White Bone Spirit, but the elites cannot stop eating. She is as thin as a rib, as if there is no other fun to live except to lose weight. I watched her eat fruits and discuss calories with me seriously, and I couldn't eat." Han Shu felt that it was time for her to explain this matter.

After hearing this explanation, Dean Han almost suffered a cerebral hemorrhage: "Nonsense! You are fat, you think you are thin, you are thin, do you choose pork or lifelong partner?" He scolded his son but was not satisfied, so he said to his wife, "Look at your good son, go, hire him a psychologist tomorrow to see what is wrong with his mind?"

"It's wrong for you to say this. I didn't ask about the breakup. She took the initiative to say to me, 'Han Shu, do you think it's necessary for us to separate for a while before getting married to leave a space for each other to find themselves', and of course I should respect the lady's opinion." Han Shu thought about the former fiancée, who is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, when she said something unknown in an elegant and reserved tone, she couldn't help but laugh and feel wronged.

Han’s mother, who had always been helping her son, couldn’t listen at this time and whispered: “Then others asked you how long it took for you to be more suitable for this period. You shouldn’t say ‘10,000 years’. Your father is right. You are really too chaotic about your lifelong affairs. How can we let go?”

"Why don't you worry? I don't have to look for a psychiatrist. I just contacted him in a ward in the mental hospital and sent it in so as not to harm the society." Perhaps few people can imagine the good-cultivated President Han's look when he was furious.

Han Shu used a bowl to pick up the dishes that his mother had picked for him, and responded: "Go after dinner."

I guess he was used to being able to do anything about him like this. Dean Han was so upset for a while and asked again: "What is she doing?"

"Hmm?" Han Shu was stunned for a moment before he understood what the old man meant to ask about his current girlfriend. "Oh, she is from Northeast China, her parents are both in Shenyang, and they are both civil servants. She is an assistant teacher in the Department of Mechanical Sciences of G University, and she is studying for a doctoral student. She is very cheerful and has a good personality. You will like it." He wisely chose a few key points that the old man values ​​more and briefly introduced.

Zhu Xiaobei's innocent family background and senior intellectual appearance really made Han Shu's parents feel that it was acceptable. Dean Han hummed again and said, "If you have time, please bring it back for a meal. Let's show you." He did not say anything since then.

Han's mother was also afraid that she would say something wrong if she was not careful, so she made another quarrel on the dining table. She only cared for food for the father and son, and didn't say anything.

When the meal was about to be ready, Han Shu suddenly asked: "By the way, Dad, do you still have any news about Lao Xie and their family? It is Lao Xie who drove you a long time ago. When I was a child, the family that lived very close to us when you were in the city procuratorate."

President Han seemed to have a hard time recalling it, and then found such a person from his memory: "He, he hasn't been driving in the procuratorate for a long time. What are you asking about this?"

Han Shu answered lightly: "Oh, I saw it on the road a few days ago and felt familiar, so I asked casually, are they not living in their original place?"

"You have a good memory. In fact, he has driven me for less than two months. I have been transferred from the city court for so many years, so how can I remember so many things?"

The father's reaction disappointed Han Shu, but it was also expected. However, Han's mother raised her chin and recalled: "You are talking about the driver who has a daughter about the same age as you, and later gave birth to a son. She violated the family planning regulations and was fired by the unit." The woman was probably impressed by this kind of thing, "He was expelled from the city court and would definitely not live in the original place. Besides, aren't all those old houses demolished?"

"Now, demolition and construction are being carried out everywhere. I think, most of them are unplanned and random demolition and construction, which wastes taxpayers' money. Not much is meaningful." President Han also changed the topic. "I heard recently that the martyrs' cemetery behind the old house was also going to be relocated. This makes some sense. It has been abandoned for too long. It is time to change to a more peaceful place for the martyrs to rest in peace."

"The Martyrs' Cemetery has also been relocated? So, all the steps and other things need to be dug out?" Han Shu finally couldn't eat it.

"Why, do you have an opinion on this matter? I don't remember when you had such a deep affection for those revolutionary martyrs." President Han felt a little strange about his son's sudden strangeness.

Han Shu said to her mother: "Mom, look, my dad is not as unhumor as you said."

After dinner, the family sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while. Han Shu also learned from his father that the plan had just been decided on the relocation of the Martyrs Cemetery, and it was estimated that it would take a year and a half to be implemented. The clock pointed to ten o'clock, and Han Shu said goodbye to his parents. Han's mother was reluctant to leave and complained about why he couldn't just move back. The old man seemed to continue drinking tea leisurely without any worries. When his son walked to the entrance, he reminded him: "Don't treat what I said as a wind in his ears. Young people should be down-to-earth in everything, work and life are the same. Find a wife and stop messing around with me."

"You have said this many times, and I have repeatedly reiterated that I am very serious about this matter and will definitely bring your daughter-in-law back." Han Shu smiled and changed her shoes.

President Han looked at his son: "Don't just say it nicely. It's true. Times have changed, and what I said may not be absolutely right. You young people, your girlfriends, have changed their girlfriends one by one, and you don't know what love is."

Han Shu made a small gesture of shaking goosebumps to his mother, and his mother knocked her on the head. He officially said goodbye and agreed to go back to his place to eat next time, so he drove back to his place alone.

Along the way, he was blowing the night wind and suddenly remembered the old man's last inexplicable stingy question. Dean Han has had the legacy of an old lady in recent years, and always likes to complain that one generation is worse than the other. Although Han Shu was not convinced, he actually found that he really had no answer to this question. He is not an emotional idiot. Since his college years, he has formally formed a relationship with several girls. He has never praised the person he liked, but "love" is such a profound and complex word.

When Han Shu returned home, she remembered that she should call Zhu Xiaobei, who was sick. After answering, her voice was not as weak as the patient.

"Are you better?" Han Shu asked.

Zhu Xiaobei didn't answer yes or no, just laughed, and finally added seriously: "I'm sorry today, Han Shu."

Han Shu was not angry with her. Anyway, it was fine, so she spread her on the sofa and chatted with her without saying a word. When talking about the interesting things about having dinner with the old man at night, Han Shu suddenly asked: "Hey, Zhu Xiaobei, I'll ask you, what do you mean by love?"

"Don't you have to talk about such profound questions?" Zhu Xiaobei called out.

Han Shu said: "Aren't you a doctor? Hurry up, give me a more knowledgeable answer."

In fact, he didn't expect to get any answer from Zhu Xiaobei, who was studying mechanical engineering. He just wanted to prove from Zhu Xiaobei's words "I don't know", that it was not that he alone could not understand this question, but that most normal people could not answer this question from Dean Han.

Who knew that Zhu Xiaobei was silent for a while on the other end of the phone and spoke up an unfathomable dialogue: "I think love is the pain you are reluctant to give up."

Love is the pain of your reluctance to abandon it... Han Shu was retelling this sentence in a daze. Before he could understand anything, Zhu Xiaobei laughed: "You are scared, don't think I don't have a motto or two. There are many similar words in the manuscript. I'll find two for you next time."

Han Shu laughed and talked nonsense for half an hour before closing the line.

He thought that he was really frightened by Zhu Xiaobei's inexplicable amazement. When he was taking a shower, he actually remembered her words again.

Pain is the last barrier for human self-protection. Seeking profit and avoiding harm is a natural instinct. Is there really a pain that makes people reluctant to give up?

He also has pain that he cannot lose. The stain of his unique memories is the source of difficulty in obtaining peace in the deepest night. But he does not think that is love.
Chapter completed!