You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 151 We Are All Stubborn
Melbourne

When was the last time you were here?
Mo Mengchen thought about it.

It should be in high school. At that time, Mo Mengchen hadn't suffered from injuries. He was the star of hope in the Australian basketball world. He thought his performance would make his grandfather proud, but that didn't happen.

Their relationship also fell to a freezing point from that time on.

Mo Mengchen is very low-key, coming and going without a trace, no media has learned that he has returned to Australia, so he can come and go without hindrance.

He won't be blocked by reporters outside the airport, and he won't need to make a big fanfare, as if to let everyone in Australia know that he is back.

The person who came back with him was Medela, some things really needed her presence.

After getting off the plane, Madeira made a call.

After the call, she said: "The Pistons have decided to sign Ben Wallace to a two-year contract."

well.

Originally, he just hoped to use his own advantages to supplement Big Ben for the team during the offseason, but he didn't expect to hook Barkley to the Pistons by the way.

Last season, Barkley was still an All-Star who could average 20+10 per game. This season, he should not drop too much. With him, the Pistons' insiders really have the capital to challenge other teams with inside stars. .

Barkley's problem is his age and more and more injuries. This fat man doesn't pay attention to maintenance. He is strong and strong when he is young.

Fortunately, this is not an unreasonable idiot.

"Boss, where are we going next?" Madeira asked.

"It's not the city center anyway." Mo Mengchen said.

Mo Yuanhang doesn't like noisy places, especially the central area of ​​the city, where there is a lot of traffic and bustling.

He said that when he retires, he will lead such a life - walking in the morning, fishing in the afternoon, and watching the sunset in the evening.

He did it.

The closer to Mo Yuanhang's address, the more Mo Mengchen could think of the past, obviously this is something that others have experienced, but it is vivid in his mind at this moment, as if it happened yesterday, as if he experienced it himself.

Duamerez

It's still within Melbourne, but away from the city centre.

For those who live in the heart of the city, it's like the country.

getting closer.

How should I face him?And what should I call him?

For an old man who is unwell—by the way, how unwell is he?The Mo Yuanhang in Mo Mengchen's memory was a man as strong as steel. It was unimaginable that he would deliberately say "discomfort" in the letter, so how bad is his physical condition?
Should I call him grandpa?
Counting his age, if he was in his previous life, Mo Yuanhang should be regarded as Mo Mengchen's uncle.

"Boss, how long are you going to stay here?" Madeira needed to ask the matter clearly, even though Mo Mengchen didn't want to talk about it at all right now.

Mo Mengchen said: "I don't know, I need to understand his condition first."

"Do you need to arrange training?" Madeira continued to ask.

Mo Mengchen said: "I will tell you if necessary."

Madeira said nothing more.

It is August now, and there is still one and a half months before the preseason training camp for the new season will start, and he doesn't know how long he will stay here.

If it takes a long time, he will definitely find a place to train here. It is impossible for him not to touch the ball for a long time.

The car stopped and arrived.

This is an ordinary house, nothing special to look at.

People passing by since then probably would not have guessed that there is a great doctor living in this ordinary house.

"Bang bang."

Mo Mengchen knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened.

Mo Yuanhang came to open the door himself, he looked very bad.

Seeing Mo Mengchen, Mo Yuanhang's eyes trembled. He blinked violently, wanting to make sure that he was not dazzled. He confirmed again and again that the man standing in front of him was indeed his grandson who hadn't returned for many years.

The tough old man in memory turned out to be like this?I thought he was iron.

No matter how hard steel is, it will rust one day.

Mo Mengchen noticed his hair, which seemed to be of excellent quality, which was not normal.

A frail old man like Mo Yuanhang should not have such quality hair, unless it is fake, yes, it is fake.

This old man who wanted to be strong didn't want to show others with a too depressed face, he chose to lie.

What kind of disease will make people lose their hair after treatment?What kind of disease can make a person look so negative?
what?
In an instant, the answer appeared in Mo Mengchen's mind.

"Just come back," Mo Yuanhang carefully looked at Medela behind Mo Mengchen, "This is... your girlfriend?"

He uses Chinese.

"No." Mo Mengchen said.

"She's my assistant."

Mo Mengchen once thought that he would be embarrassed about how to address Mo Yuanhang, but it was actually quite natural.

He didn't call Mo Yuanhang Grandpa, and Mo Yuanhang wasn't surprised or dissatisfied, as if it was normal.

When was the last time Mo Mengchen called Mo Yuanhang Grandpa?
Mo Mengchen couldn't remember, he couldn't remember.

"Sir, hello, I'm Mo's assistant." Madeira couldn't understand Chinese, she just realized that Mo Yuanhang was talking about her, because of her profession, she hoped that everyone who saw her would like her .

At this time, a non-obtrusive face and a delicate, friendly smile are very important.

This is what Mo Mengchen valued most about Medela. Her smile is very contagious. Even strangers who meet for the first time will gradually relax their vigilance because of her smile.

"Come in and sit down." Mo Yuanhang closed the door and led them into the living room.

The NBA video is playing in the living room, but it is not the current NBA, but the past NBA. If Mo Mengchen read it correctly, this should be the Finals between the Philadelphia 76ers and the Portland Trail Blazers.

Dr. J vs. Bill Walton, this was a match that was over 20 years ago.

His grandfather is actually an NBA fan?He never knew it!
"Young people nowadays always like to say who is the greatest, maybe Michael Jordan is the greatest, but in the eyes of my generation, the greatest player is Dr.J."

Mo Yuanhang said with a smile: "He can do the moves that Jordan can do; Jordan may not be able to do the moves he can do."

I haven't watched Dr.J, which means you're right about everything.

Mo Yuanhang naturally talked to Mo Mengchen about the NBA in the past. He didn't seem to want to explain why he never let Mo Mengchen know that he was a fan.

He wanted to talk about something else now, because he knew that Mo Mengchen would be interested in this matter.

"If this guy Wharton didn't have so many injuries, I'm afraid Bird and Magic would have a hard time."

After talking about his idol, he began to brag about his idol's opponent.

This is the logic that has been used throughout the ages.

If you want to show that a person is awesome, you must not only brag about this person, but also brag about his opponent. The more awesome you brag about his opponent, the more you can reflect his greatness.

He talked about the NBA in the past, Mo Mengchen just listened.

He observed the layout in this room, it was very simple and nothing special.

Some traces can show details, the number of shoes, traces of cups, placement of objects.

Mo Yuanhang should have hired a nanny, but that's all.

He reminded Mo Mengchen of himself in his previous life.

His wife died young, so Mo Mengchen had to devote all his energy to the hospital, where he eventually died.

I don't know if someone finds me lying in the office and can't sleep for a long time, will someone be sad for me?

Mo Mengchen returned to reality, and Mo Yuanhang was still talking about Wharton.

He has lost what he can lose.

Wife, son, granddaughter.

"What stage is it?"

Mo Mengchen interrupted him.

Mo Yuanhang's voice faltered. He looked at Mo Mengchen and said, "The final stage."

"You should stay in the hospital." Mo Mengchen said, "You need surgery."

Mo Yuanhang chuckled; "When did you become a more experienced doctor than me? Based on my experience, my medical records, if I go for surgery, the chance of no accident is 0, and I have a 90% chance of dying There, even if you succeed, you just get the right to lie in a hospital bed and breathe for a few more months."

Mo Mengchen originally wanted to tell him to go to St. Lucifer, he could have this operation, and he never failed.

"I know what you're thinking, I don't need it, Mengchen, I just want to see you." Mo Yuanhang said.

Time had robbed him not only of his health, but of his meanness and severity.

An old man whose memory was so repulsive became a kind old man in his last days.

"Don't you want to talk about you?" Mo Yuanhang said.

Mo Mengchen asked: "What are you talking about?"

"Your knee," Mo Yuanhang said, "it should be already fragile. It's a miracle that you can last a season without injury."

Mo Mengchen didn't know why, he had two inspections during the trial training, and the results were completely healthy.

The team doctor didn't believe in the test, and neither did he.

He can't take the risk, therefore.

"So I have to be very careful."

Be very, very careful.

"You are also a doctor, you should know the risks of doing this." Mo Yuanhang said.

Mo Mengchen raised his chin and looked at his grandfather with piercing eyes: "Because I'm just like you, I'm also very stubborn, I don't want to waste my life in the hospital."

Mo Yuanhang stared at Mo Mengchen for more than ten seconds, and finally, the corners of his mouth slightly raised into a smile, if that was a smile.

Mo Yuanhang said: "I shouldn't stop you, and I shouldn't force my expectations of your father on you. I'm sorry, and I hope it's not too late."

(End of this chapter)