You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 152 You Are The Pearl, Mo Mengchen
"Is there something wrong with you? Who made you book the hotel?"

Mo Mengchen's eyes were like blades, staring at Medela piercingly.

Medela's eyes dodged, because Mo Mengchen had to book a hotel every time she went to a new place, and she thought it would be the same this time.
"I'll go back."

She was not scolded before because she did something right, but this time she was scolded because she did something wrong.

There is no reason, the boss is just so unreasonable sometimes.

Seeing Madeira walk out of the room quickly with her head down, Mo Yuanhang chuckled and said, "You will lose her like this."

"It's okay, I didn't expect to get her."

When he said this, Mo Mengchen felt as if his throat had been pricked by a needle, as if the words were false.

Mo Yuanhang suffered from advanced brain cancer, which was diagnosed three months ago.

In other words, every moment may be his last moment.

Mo Mengchen had to stop all progress.

He built a basketball court nearby, and would take time out to practice at night, and then bought a lot of fitness equipment. Although he couldn't train with heavy weight, he would do a little strength training every day.

Sometimes time is fast, sometimes it is very slow.

Ten days have passed.

this afternoon
Mo Mengchen originally wanted to play chess with Mo Yuanhang.

Even at the end of his life, Mo Yuanhang didn't waste this time, he devoted all of this time to his hobbies.

Playing chess is one of his hobbies. When Mo Mengchen is not around, he will play chess with himself.

Today he wants to fish.

"Have you ever caught fish?" Mo Yuanhang asked.

Mo Mengchen denied it.

"It seems that you still have a lot to learn." Mo Yuanhang said with a smile, "Come out with me."

Mo Mengchen thought that Mo Yuanhang needed to rest more, because his body was already very tired.

Mo Yuanhang likes wild fishing, which makes fishing more challenging.

Because wild fishing waters are wide and fish are scarce, fish need to be found in different waters based on experience. Many people will observe one or two fishing spots in advance in order to better understand the fish situation.

Mo Mengchen doesn't like fishing very much, because fishing has a metaphor of losing and going home.

Mo Yuanhang looked at several fish ponds, and finally chose a square pond.

"Fishing is the same as playing basketball. You call it a tactic. If your teammates don't run well, the tactic will fail and you won't be able to score goals."

Some people can score goals without tactics, such as Ke Juxia.

"At this time, tactics are very important."

Mo Yuanhang seriously told Mo Mengchen his fishing skills: "Like this square pond, the fishing position is basically on the top; if it is a round pond, the fishing position is in the north area; the semi-circular pond's fishing position is on the arch. You can be more particular. .”

Mo Yuanhang is a fishing expert, there is no doubt about it.

He not only knows how to find fishing spots, but also looks for fish by looking at the wind direction.

Throughout the year, fish concentration areas vary.

Looking at the wind direction to find fish is not enough, he also looks at the sun to find fish. He said that after the sun rises in the east, the fish will come to the west of the pond; after noon, when the sun moves to the west, the fish will move to the east.

"The behavior of chasing the sun is a physiological need of fish, and this trick is more effective in winter."

This is an old man who is quite confident in his fishing skills.

Mo Mengchen stayed with him all afternoon, and none of the fish were willing to bite his hook, but Mo Yuanhang caught them again and again.

"Looks like I'm lucky tonight." Mo Yuanhang said with a smile.

It's getting weirder and weirder.

If Mo Yuanhang was as mean, harsh, and unreasonable as he remembered, Mo Mengchen might not have these feelings.

He's becoming more and more like a likable grandpa.

That night, Mo Mengchen cooked a delicious dinner with the fish Mo Yuanhang caught.

This was also the first time Mo Yuanhang knew that Mo Mengchen was not only a talented doctor, but also an excellent NBA player, and even an excellent chef.

It's like Mo Mengchen didn't know that he also liked the NBA, didn't know that he could fish, and didn't know that he had so many hobbies.

The more they learn about each other the more amazed they become.

Mo Mengchen has been here for half a month.

Everything is normal, as if nothing is going to happen.

Every day seems like the last, but every night before going to sleep, they long for tomorrow.

Mo Yuanhang tidied up the room, and the nanny asked for leave.

A room I haven't been in for a long time.

Mo Yuanhang wiped the corner of the table, opened the cabinet, and there was a dilapidated photo album inside.

He put the rag down and opened the first page.

The man in the photo is handsome and the woman is beautiful. He was young at that time, not mean or strict, and full of expectations for the future.

These photos are like unlocking the seal of memory. The things he has experienced, the past that has been hidden in the depths of his mind, have been unearthed one by one.

Finally, he turned to the photo he wanted to see the most.

Him, his wife, his son, his grandson and granddaughter.

This was the most important part of his life, and he didn't expect that the last impression he left in their hearts would be that he was mean.

He never had the chance to be remembered by them as a better father and grandpa.

Regret occupied the old man's heart, and tears rolled down his cheeks like beans.

Suddenly, a very uncomfortable feeling emanated from his body, and he knew that maybe it was now.

The old man fell to the ground, still holding the photo album in his hand.

Mo Yuanhang didn't expect that he would wake up again.

He saw Mo Mengchen, himself and his assistant.

There are all kinds of medical equipment inserted in his body, as long as one is removed, his life may end here.

He knew that he could never go home again.

His last time will still be wasted in the hospital.

He asked the nurse to remove the oxygen mask for him, he didn't need it anymore, he could breathe.

He wants to talk.

"Do I look bad?" he asked.

His voice was not as airy as before, he was really quite weak.

"Put on the oxygen mask." Mo Mengchen said.

"No, no need." Mo Yuanhang shook his head.

The bitterness in Mo Mengchen's heart grew stronger as he got older. Anyway, this old man was the last person in the world who was willing to write to him.

Now he's leaving, soon.

"How does it feel to know you're dying?"

Mo Mengchen asked suddenly.

"Ah,"

Mo Yuanhang's mouth pulled slightly, and a smile appeared.

"It's like." Mo Yuanhang thought for a while and said, "It's like all the good times in my life turned into pieces of paper and flew in front of me. I reached out to grab it, I tried hard to grab it, I wanted to feel it , to feel its breath on me."

"Just like when I saw you again, I found that you became a better person, although not the one I hoped most."

"I wanted to hug you; I wanted to remember you; I wanted to remember your father; I wanted to remember your sister; I wanted to remember your grandma; I wanted to remember the way they smiled."

Mo Yuanhang's eyes wandered, as if what he said was right in front of his eyes.

"But now these memories are flying faster and faster like pieces of paper, so fast that I can't see clearly or grasp them. I can feel that they are flying away from me. All the good things that exist in my memory , will soon disappear.”

I need to give him a hug?
Mo Mengchen felt like his eyes were burning, the temperature rose rapidly, and some moist liquid was about to burst out of the eye sockets at any time.

Mo Yuanhang's gaze returned to Mo Mengchen: "You may feel that you still have a lot of time, but that's not the case. As you said, don't waste it, don't be like me. From now on, you have to grasp the good things in life , while you are young and nimble, grab them. Because time always flies, and at some inadvertent moment in the future, you will find that you are already old. You will slow down and falter, and then everything will be impossible to recover. Come."

I need to hug him.

"I see." Mo Mengchen said hoarsely.

Mo Yuanhang's voice became weaker and weaker, and he continued: "I put too much pressure on you, I was too strict with you, you are doing what you like the most, and this may be the most suitable thing for you , I am not a qualified grandpa, I am not by your side in your most difficult time - if this is what you really love, if you don't want to waste your life like me, then...you have to work harder and be braver Do it, don't forget, you are the pearl, Mo Mengchen."

I'm going to give him a hug right now.

Mo Mengchen's body pressed down slightly, and he hugged the old man who was already too weak.

the old man is laughing,

Young people are crying.

Time continues to flow, some people have not finished, some people have reached the end.

　Thank you sevenTen for your reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)