Trial by three courts.

This is a special form of adjudication introduced by criminals facing major and important cases in ancient times.

Nowadays, in the large-scale retro wave in China, it has finally been restored to ordinary homes in Tianfu.

On the stage were the old father Han Fugui, the old mother Zheng Hongmei, and Wang Zheng who didn't know why.

Of course, Han Qi was not in the audience, he was also sitting at the dinner table.

But after Han Qi said those words, the atmosphere became a little solemn and no one spoke.

Wang Zheng later realized what was going on. It took him about ten seconds to understand what was going on. His eyes widened and he did not dare to speak first.

Han Fugui said: "Please tell me clearly what's going on. You didn't play with friends like this before."

In the past, he always talked about something, because he was beaten too much about this matter. Facts have proved that his parents were right, and he didn't talk for long every time.

It was so straightforward before, let alone now?

They are already so old. They have been out of society for two or three years and have moved out to live alone for almost a year. Falling in love should be a good thing. Both Han Fugui and Zheng Hongmei will warmly welcome their daughter-in-law.

So no matter what, Han Qi shouldn't be so careful when talking about this matter.

That's why the two elders were so shocked. Just now they really thought that Han Qi was getting along with a man.

"No, mainly because the person I like is not from China."

Zheng Hongmei breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, it doesn't matter if he's not a man. This is too scary. Zheng Hongmei feels that it's not uncommon to have nightmares at night because of this fright.

"It doesn't matter if you're not Chinese or a foreigner. I heard that mixed-race people are good-looking."

Zheng Hongmei said that as long as he is not a man, it will be fine.

Father Han still did not give up his vigilance and asked, "Can't he be black? I heard that the son born to an African will be black anyway."

"How is that possible?"

Then I might as well just commit suicide.

"How old are you? You are quite successful now. You can just find anyone young and beautiful. There is no need to wrong yourself."

"Dad, what are you talking about? Don't make blind guesses. My partner is very young, younger than me and very beautiful. Do you know about Norway?"

"Know."

My son has been running there in the past two years. Even if he doesn't know it, he can get a lot of information from his relatives.

"If you know, then do you know that it is a monarchy country? They have a king, princes and princesses, etc., and I became close to their princess."

"Okay, okay, my son can also choose a princess...wait, what did you say?"

"Princess." Han Qi repeated.

He knows what his parents think. The two elders have always been content with being rich, and have not had any lofty ambitions for decades. Now that Han Qi has made so much money, his family only opens a small supermarket.

After all, opening a supermarket was a dream that former supermarket employee Zheng Hongmei had dreamed of for half her life.

That's all.

The same goes for Han Fugui. He used to be a squad leader in a factory, with five or six people under his command. Although he was promoted to deputy section chief now, he was still a casualty and chose to work in the old district on his own initiative.

Such parents really can't imagine that their son can hook up with the princess of a country.

Han Fugui clicked his tongue and patted his forehead.

He felt that he had thought about it enough. He had considered whether his son would meet a rich woman or be forced into marriage by a wealthy foreign woman. He even really thought about whether Han Qi really fell in love with a man.

But I really didn’t consider that Han Qi came back after talking to a princess.

Zheng Hongmei looked at everyone.

Han Qi looked at himself with clear eyes.

Wang Zheng lowered his head to eat, trying not to make any sound.

Her husband closed his eyes and rubbed his head, and she seemed to hear Han Fugui saying: "Oh, my head hurts!"

"So this is real?" she asked.

Han Qi nodded.

"The King of Norway will visit China in a while. The specific time has not been determined yet, but it is probably because of this incident. I must tell you first to avoid being too hasty. By the way, do you want to move to Chengdu first?

go?"

"Why?"

"Because there's a chance they'll come and see where I live."

"No, no, no, no!" Zheng Hongmei hadn't spoken yet, and Han Fugui quickly shook his head.

What kind of image do you have for foreign kings to see?

Shouldn't you be so nervous?

Han Qi did not persuade them, but he also asked them to be prepared to lose the unwanted things at home and renovate them. After all, Han Qi is still unclear about other people's itineraries, in case he has to come to Han Qi's hometown to visit

Well, this is impossible to say.

After saying it, it became much easier.

Zhen Hongmei didn't think too much. Maybe she didn't care no matter what kind of person her son liked. She didn't know much about princesses or commoners. She just felt that a capable person like her son would marry a capable woman.

Very normal.

So I started to ask Han Qi and Ingrid the details of their acquaintance with great interest.

Han Qi started talking about it from the very first meeting, to later telling his family about their confession and love at the station. Wang Zheng was also listening carefully, and did not react even when the meat on his chopsticks fell on the table.

He also wanted to learn a few tricks from Han Qi.

Not to mention hooking up with a princess, even hooking up with an internet celebrity would be awesome.

Han Fugui remained silent and rubbed his head.

He has a headache.

He has a headache when he thinks about troublesome things. This is an old problem. Han Qi had a headache when she rebelled and quarreled with him. At first, Han Qi thought that her father was acting, but recently she learned that such a disease really existed.

"Dad, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how to talk to foreigners. Oh, it's troublesome enough for you to marry a foreigner. What kind of princess is she? Then how should we call her? We will definitely meet in the future. I feel nervous when I think of meeting. This is

It’s at the leadership level.”

"Ingrid can speak Chinese and there will be no problem in normal communication. Just treat her like an ordinary girl. It's just that she doesn't understand many Chinese rules. But she is a very polite person. Dad, don't worry.

Already."

Although Ingrid does not have a deep understanding of Chinese culture, she is also a foreign aristocrat after all, and I don’t know how good the etiquette is. Putting aside these things, Ingrid is also a very caring girl and will not let Han Qi’s

Difficult for parents to do.

Han Fugui still had a headache.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Han Qi and Zheng Hongmei chatted, Wang Zheng occasionally chimed in, and the day passed.

Seeing that nothing happened, he drove Wang Zheng back to Rongcheng, where his family moved into a hotel and renovated their home.

Mainly, I hired a housekeeper to clean the house from top to bottom for two days, repaired the damaged parts of the walls and put on light antique wallpaper. I saw whether the old things were useful or not. Throw away the useless things or donate them.

Replace it with a new one.

Han Fugui couldn't bear to throw away the wooden sofa, so Han Qi had to replace the coffee table with a wooden one to create a unified style.

To be honest, this sofa has been with Han Qi for many years. It was originally customized by Han Qi's grandfather from a carpenter. Although their family is an ordinary family, his grandfather's generation was also a landlord's family when he was young. He had read books and knew some good people.

Craftsman.

Therefore, this sofa is already two rounds older than Han Qi's, but it is still very beautiful after being carefully trimmed, and it also has a unique antique flavor of time.

Three days later, when the two elders came home again, they could hardly recognize whose home it was.

Han Qi entered the room, walked in the center of the living room with a few long strides, clapped his hands and spread his arms, and said very proudly: "How is it? The fragrance of ancient Chinese tea, pure Chinese charm."

Zheng Hongmei touched the only familiar old wooden sofa and looked around with her round eyes.

"Didn't this cost a lot of money?"

"What does it cost? I designed it myself."

Clean the room and purchase materials on the first day, put up wallpaper, install lamps and furniture on the second day, and move in directly on the third day, simple and convenient.

For all things related to Chinese architecture, no one knows better than Han Qi.

There is a calligraphy hanging on the right side of the TV cabinet, written by Han Qi himself, which reads, "Mountain springs roll into the mirror".

This is written by an ancient poet. It probably means that when the curtains are opened, the scenery outside the window is as clear as in a mirror... Although there is no such scenery outside the community, there is it on the TV.

The 60-inch 4k high-definition screen looks much clearer than the old TVs before.
To be continued...