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.
Han Fugui scolded him all the way, but the expression on his face could not be faked. He had never deceived anyone in his life, and he could not deceive anyone. All his emotions were written on his face. Playing mahjong was like giving money to others.
.
Happy and satisfied.
Seeing that they also liked it, Han Qi was relieved.
But he still wasn't satisfied with it, and the room was too small.
He still wanted a big house, covering an area of at least several hundred acres. Fortunately, after building the house, he could also design a back garden, including pavilions and pavilions. This was an obsession, and he probably got it.
The seniors who studied architecture developed an obsession after inheriting it.
Let contemporary foreigners see the beauty of Chinese architecture, this obsession.
………………
On November 18th, the Norwegian team is coming.
Han Qi also received the notice and arrived in Yanjing in advance to wait.
The contact between the two parties was very smooth. After the matter was over, the king also visited Han Qi's parents. This move made Han Qi's parents not sure how to deal with it. It sounds like the daughter-in-law's family came to the door, but the effect on the scene was like a leader coming to the door.
Moreover, the supervisor and the leader one level above the supervisor came to the door at the same time.
But the King of Norway is said to be the head of a country, but in fact he is an ordinary family, an ordinary person. Even though the language is different, he still managed to discuss some very important things, such as the engagement of Han Qi and Ingrid.
With the acquiescence of Han Qi's parents, the engagement was placed at the place where the two first met, the Tromsø National Library, now also called the Huaxia Library.
The time is March next year, which happens to be the Chinese New Year.
The meal was eaten in the hotel. Halfway through the meal, Han Qi pulled Ingrid out and said, "You finally came to China. Don't go back. I'm too lazy to go to Norway to pick you up after Christmas. I might as well wait until Christmas."
Are you going back again?"
Christmas in the West is as important as the Spring Festival in China. This year is the first year that Ingrid has started working as an adult. She must say a few words of blessing to the Norwegian public. It is impossible to accompany Han Qiliu.
In China.
But it's still early.
Today is November 20th, and there is still one month left before Christmas, which is enough time for Han Qi to take Ingrid around.
Ingrid pouted, raised her head and thought for a while before saying, "I want to ask my mother."
The princess came with the king this time, leaving the prince to handle official business at home.
Han Qi sat back next to his parents.
Zheng Hongmei leaned her head over and whispered, "Where have you been?"
"Ingrid and I were chatting outside for a while. What happened? Did we just say something?"
"No, but we are so embarrassed."
Their communication had to be completed through a female translator in her forties. The king's family was very familiar with this kind of process, but Zheng Hongmei and Han Fugui were obviously very unfamiliar with it, and they had no access to this kind of thing.
Han Qi was not here again, which made their hearts pounding.
Now Han Qi didn't dare to run around for the sake of his parents. He thought to himself, could sitting here be called stabilizing military morale?
The princess saw Han Qi coming back and asked: "Your parents said that you designed the house. It's so beautiful. You also specially designed the library in Tromso. You haven't learned any special knowledge in this area. Why?
It’s amazing how you did it.”
In the past, Han Qi thought the princess was scary, but after getting to know her, she realized she was a very simple woman.
Of course, this kind of innocence is not about people and things, but when facing people of your own, you will show your truest mood. Han Qi likes to get along with such people, which indirectly proves that the princess completely agrees
He talked about his own affairs with Ingrid.
"Talent, I still like reading these books."
"Well, I did see a lot of books in your room."
Ingrid saw her mother very happy and said in her ear: "Mom, how about we stay in China for a month? Han Qi said he would show me the scenery of China. He is a traveler and must be a good tour guide.
"
"Stay for a month? No."
The princess shook her head directly. It was impossible for them to stay here for a month. The state affairs were not dealt with?
But she saw Ingrid's disappointed expression and said, "But we can't stay here, you can still do it."
"Really?" Ingrid's eyes were shining.
"Yes." The princess nodded, "Even if you say goodbye to your high school graduation trip, even though you haven't graduated from high school, in fact, in my opinion, you have missed a lot of beautiful things. Reading is also very interesting."
Ingrid was not interested in studying or anything else, so she continued to ask: "Mom, are you saying that I can stay in China and go back until Christmas? Really?"
The king seemed to have heard it and said: "Really, I wanted you to start traveling after Christmas anyway, but now we happen to meet you. According to Hua Xia, it is fate, so let's go."
"Alas!!"
Ingrid shouted happily and winked at Han Qi.
Han Qi sat very seriously.
Well, just chat and smile on this occasion, and forget about ogling each other with Ingrid. It's too childish, and it will make the already embarrassed parents even more embarrassed.
After the meal was over, the king and his family stayed in the hotel, and Han Qi sent his parents home.
When he came back, Han Qi met Ingrid in the lobby outside the hotel.
Ingrid had her hands behind her back, and her white dress made her neck even whiter.
"I knew you would come back."
Han Qi quickly said: "Why are you waiting here for me in such a cold weather? Go back to the room first."
There is no heating in the Southwest, but air conditioning is better than nothing.
"No, you should go back early. Mom must have a lot of things to talk to me about today."
Han Qi thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, by the way, I'm here to give you a gift."
"What gift."
Han Qi took out a beautifully packaged book. On the cover of the book was a street scene photo taken by Han Qi in Italy.
