The little boy is as beautiful as a flower

Tang Mo fell silent again.

It has always been his desire to reveal his true gender, but what will happen if he really speaks out?

Zhen Li would hate him and think he is a liar.If Mr. Zhen knew, he would lose his trust due to deceit, and maybe he would be dismissed from his position in the Zhen Group.He will lose everything.

"Sister Tang, what do you want to say?"

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Zhen Li asked aloud.

Tang Mo's eyes dimmed, and his mood was depressed: "I will not hurt you. Young master, you should never doubt this."

"Well. I know. It's just that I don't want you to do things I don't like."

For example, like him.

"I love you. I will dedicate my life to you and to the Zhen family. Do you believe it?"

letter.

Because Grandpa believed it.So, he chooses to believe.

Zhen Li nodded, with a calm face, and his words were rarely rational and mature: "But after being loyal, I don't exclude you from having your own life. Sister Tang, you only have one life. I won't suppress myself to satisfy other people's wishes. And you don't have to carry the burden of the Zhen family."

Tang Mo couldn't believe that this was something that childish and innocent young master would say.

he's changed.Because of that man?

The flame of jealousy in his heart was blazing, and his voice was sharp and ironic: "Because you have Fu Yuhuai, right? You have confidence, and you feel that you don't need the protection of the Zhen family."

"No." Zhen Li retorted loudly, with disbelief in his eyes: "Is that how you think of me? You think I'm ignorant and incompetent, a canary that needs to be raised by others?"

Yes.

Tang Mo thought in shame: So, he never really understood him.

Zhen Li was also a little ashamed. He didn't expect that his muddleheadedness and indifference to the world would be regarded as cowardly and incompetent in the eyes of others, and he was a pitiful creature who needed to be supported by his family.But after he was ashamed, he became confident again, and his eyes were even firmer: "Maybe, I did not live up to it before, but now I have found the direction of life struggle. I like Fu Yuhuai and what he has done .I even hope that I can be as brilliant as he was before, and leave a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.”

At this moment, Tang Mo was silent again.

How much would Zhen Li like that person?

He could hardly imagine it.

He turned pale from shock to dumbfounded, and finally realized belatedly: Oh, so, before he knew it, he was already so far away from Zhen Li.

His boiling heart seemed to cool down suddenly.

Arrived at Zhen's Manor in about half an hour.

Zhen Li got out of the car and hurried to the living room, shouting while running: "Grandpa, grandpa—"

Aunt Song and the maids heard the sound and saw that his arm was in plaster, they were all shocked.

Aunt Song rushed forward and asked with concern: "What's the matter? Young master, what's your arm?"

Zhen Li was not in the mood to tell his heroic deeds, and waved his hands perfunctorily: "It's okay, the pain is gone, but life is a little inconvenient. Don't worry, I'll come back to see grandpa, and I heard from Sister Tang that grandpa fainted, why did he faint? "

I went to Changlin Sanatorium and was stimulated.

Aunt Song's heart trembled when she thought of the scene she saw in Changlin Sanatorium.She never thought that Master Zhen Xuan would treat her father like this.terrible.How much hatred do you have to pretend to be crazy in a nursing home for so many years?

"Alas—" she sighed, patted her frightened heart, and sighed, "I'm old and can't stand the stimulation anymore."

"What stimulated him?"

Zhen Li's questioning made Aunt Song's complexion froze, and she was at a loss for words for a moment.

Fortunately, Tang Mo stopped the car, rushed over, and added, "Of course I heard the news that you were injured and hospitalized. When you got nervous, you were hospitalized."

Zhen Li didn't think much, and turned to look at him: "Didn't I say that, don't tell him about it."

Tang Mo answered without changing his face and heartbeat: "Master has been asking why you didn't go home, I can't hide it."

Can't hide it, or don't want to hide it?

Zhen Li glanced at him coldly and fell silent.In the next second, he stepped up and walked upstairs to the bedroom.

Elder Zhen was lying on the bed, the afternoon sunlight poured in from the window and sprinkled on the floor, swaying.He tilted his head to look at the light and shadow on the ground, and it didn't seem like he was watching, but his eyes seemed to be dull.But his expression and expression are stiff, but his mind is very lively. The terrible scene in the morning is like a farce in his head, constantly playing out——

He went to the Changlin Nursing Home to see his son who suffered from severe "fantasies of being persecuted."

The son he suppressed with iron and blood suffered from depression after breaking up with the boy.After committing suicide twice, he could only send a lot of people to watch him, but he didn't want to, which caused him to have severe persecution paranoia.

He had no choice but to send him to a nursing home and give him the best care.

At first he often visited him, but he didn't want him to get sick and get worse when he saw him.

Gradually, he stopped going.

More than ten years have passed in a flash, see you today, but it is normal, and you can even paint.

Too shocked!

He turned pale in shock, pointed at him and shouted: "Zhen Xuan, are you pretending to be crazy to lie to me?"

At that moment, his eyes and voice were full of shock, anger, and fear.

That is his own child!

He even fainted from excitement on the spot.

When he woke up, Mr. Shao Chengchun, who was in charge of treating his son, comforted him and said: "Master, don't be angry. The young master has shown signs of improvement five years ago. Thanks to his strong willpower, he defeated the demons. As for Why didn't I tell you, I listened to the young master, he wanted to give you a surprise when you came to see him, who would have thought that you had never come, but now that you finally came, you were frightened."

Isn't it frightening?

big scare!

His face turned pale with fright, his hands and feet were cold, and he even pointed at him tremblingly: "You lied to me. You kid lied to me. Over the years, I blamed myself, regretted, and loved you so much. I didn't mean to be cruel. I don’t come to see you, I’m afraid of seeing you... I’m afraid that you will be insane, you will be crazy. You are the son I raised, my only son, you are stupid, crazy, when I think of you, I feel like A knife is gouging out my flesh—”

He cried.

He was in his ward, watching his son sitting in front of the easel, silently looking at an oil painting.The young boy in the oil painting was like a nightmare to him!He finally went crazy in this nightmare, and he threw his stick at him: "It's this man, you still think about him, after so many years, you still think about him. You are so stubborn and stubborn, you pervert !"

His perverted son raised his head, his eyes were as cold as ice and snow at the two poles.

"You shouldn't have come."

There was resentment, hatred, heavy resistance and rejection in his eyes.

He was driven back by the look.

But he stood up, pressed on step by step, and asked coldly: "Does it matter whether I am awake or not? Is it not the result you want to be buried deep in this nursing home? It's just a crazy child that you have forgotten. You really shouldn't have come."

He really shouldn't have come.

So, he staggered away.He got into the car with a cane, went back to the manor, and hid in the bedroom.He thought of his son in this closed room, thinking of his words: "Father, unless you understand me, I will never get out of here...I love you, but I also hate you."

This war on gays will last until his death.

Old Zhen felt that he was going to die, so when he saw Zhen Li coming in, his dazed eyes were filled with tears.

My child, my child, grandpa is dying, my poor child, there is no one in this world who loves you like grandpa——

His body stiffened suddenly, like a drowning person, he reached out and grabbed Zhen Li's hand indiscriminately, his nerves were tense all the time, and there was a roar in his ears.

He felt Zhen Li's call, distant and urgent, but his thoughts were wandering.

"Grandpa, grandpa, come quickly, my grandpa is in danger, come, doctor, Tang Mo, Aunt Song, Fu Yuhuai—"

He yelled people's names indiscriminately, and heard the sound of chaotic footsteps on the stairs.

A lot of people rushed in, and the doctors swarmed over, and one of them touched his injured shoulder.He couldn't tell whether it was pain or fright, but when he realized it, his eyes were full of tears.

First aid is in place.

Elder Zhen has a professional private medical team, and since he just fainted in the nursing home, Aunt Song made preparations in advance and asked the medical team to come to Zhen's Manor to be on call at any time.

He woke up in the evening, when Zhen Lishou was sitting in front of the bed, calling Fu Yuhuai.

The previous surprise had frightened him.Only Fu Yuhuai made him feel safe.

Tang Mo stood aside, watching all the time, his eyes were filled with pain and despair.

After all, he has lost Zhenli.

"My grandpa is awake."

"I said, with the doctor here, he will be fine."

"But I'm still afraid."

"I'll go to accompany you."

"Sister Tang said that Grandpa fainted in anger because he knew about me."

"Don't always trust her. Mr. Zhen met me three days ago. He was a little emotional, but he didn't faint."

Zhen Li's face suddenly turned cold, and he hung up the phone.

Fuck, they kept everything from him.

Zhen Li frowned tightly, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.When grandpa fainted earlier, he was too anxious, and after being hit by the doctor, he pulled his injured arm, and now he is in burning pain.He reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead without crying out, and turned his head to look at the person on the bed.

"Grandpa, you're awake. Is there any discomfort? I'll call the doctor."

He stood up, eyes full of surprise.

Old Zhen was wearing an oxygen mask, but shook his head at him, and smiled lovingly, but that smile revealed exhaustion and powerlessness.

Grandpa is really old.

He is in his 70s.

His hair was all gray, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as ravines.

In fact, he is not physically strong anymore. He started using a cane many years ago and handed over the company to Tang Mo.He may have been making arrangements to leave, but in front of him, it has never been revealed for a while.

Zhen Li watched with tears rolling down his eyes, and his heart ached.Suddenly, he heard an abnormal warning sound from the ECG monitor connected to his grandfather's body, and turned his head to look over. Perhaps the force was too strong, which caused the pain of tearing his left shoulder.But after watching the electrocardiogram return to normal, he turned pale in pain, but forced a smile, and whispered: "Grandpa—"

Old Zhen smiled lovingly, moved his lips, and breathed out from the oxygen mask.

His voice was so low that he couldn't understand anything.

Zhen Li held his hand, tears streaming down her face: "Grandpa, I'm afraid—"

At this moment, he became that weak and helpless child again.