The Taming of the Shrew

Rest and rest, I'm here, you can change shifts at night. "

Meng Yao naturally saw that this Zhao Mingcheng had an extraordinary relationship with Wei Ran. Ever since he entered the door, Uncle Li's face had changed dramatically.

He walked out obediently and closed the door thoughtfully.

Director Li patted the sofa beside him: "Qiping, come and sit."

Zhao Mingcheng took a deep breath, walked over slowly, and sat down.

"For Wei Ran's job, it's a trivial matter to go to the hospital once every six months. The doctor can't say when he will wake up this time." Director Li said.

Zhao Mingcheng was not so serious when he defended his graduation thesis: "I know, I am a doctor."

"Wei Ran doesn't have many friends. I know that your doctor's job is busy. Thank you for taking the time to see him." Director Li stared at Zhao Mingcheng with a calm expression and sharp eyes.

"I'm not Weiran's ordinary friend." Zhao Mingcheng looked directly into the eyes of the old criminal policeman opposite him, and encouraged himself from the bottom of his heart: Don't be afraid, I will call Dad sooner or later.

"Weiran's good friend used to be only Meng Yao. Hey...it's a pity, I always hoped that Yaoyao could become our old Li's wife."

"I heard that Meng Yao and Fu Shiyu have a very good relationship. I am happy for her. In this life, it is not easy to find someone who is willing to live with him for the rest of his life."

"Life is long, who can tell what will happen in the future."

"It's true that no one can say for sure what will happen in the future. But if you don't even grasp the present, how can there be any future?"

"When I first got married, Wei Ran and his mother were still in my hometown. At that time, I was young and energetic, and I worked very hard to investigate the case. I could be at home for up to three days a month. Wei Ran's mother said that she was not as good as those military relatives, at least they were There is also a family leave every year."

"It's not a long-term solution if we can't see each other. We have to find a way to solve it. But it's because of this that we can test whether it's true or not."

"How useful is sincerity? Because she didn't take care of Weiran's mother back then, many problems were not discovered as soon as possible when she gave birth to Weiran, and she went there the next day after giving birth to Weiran. I asked myself if I was sincere to her, but What's the use? Weiran's grandparents didn't want to see me when they were dying, saying they regretted letting their daughter marry a policeman."

"But you still made Wei Ran a criminal police officer."

"That's what he chose. That kid looks good-tempered, but he's actually very stubborn. He won't listen to anyone who persuades him. But look," Director Li pointed to the hospital bed, "that's just not listening. Persuasion ended. It's not the first time."

As soon as Zhao Mingcheng looked at the hospital bed, tears came to his eyes unconsciously. He stared at the unconscious baby on the bed, his throat choked up: "I know, the last time I got the bullet for him, it was in the United States."

Director Li shook his hands: "You?"

Zhao Mingcheng turned around, looked at the old man in front of him with red eyes, and almost blurted out "Dad".

"Uncle Li, Weiran likes to be a policeman. He loves this profession. You should have seen it a long time ago. Are you proud of him? When I chose to become an orthopedic surgeon, my father once said to me: 'I Both your mother and I are scientists, and we are studying the three ultimate questions of life from another angle. For scientists, the answers to those three questions are very simple: you are yourself, and you start from your own meaning In Zhonglai, your belonging is the growth of your heart. We hope that you will become a person who understands what you want and strives for it. We also hope that because of your existence, the world will be a little more hopeful and beautiful. This is what we finally agreed The reason why you choose this industry. Even if there is radiation, medical troubles, and all kinds of insults and incomprehensions from patients in the future, you must remember your desire in your heart when you make a choice today.'”

Director Li looked at the young man in front of him with a deep and distant gaze. After a long time, he stood up and patted Zhao Mingcheng on the shoulder: "You have a good father. However, since he is a scientific worker, he must not believe in Jesus." gone."

Zhao Mingcheng had already sweated profusely in this turbulent conversation, and was almost defeated at this moment, unable to make up his mind on how to answer.

"Newton and Da Vinci also believed in religion in their later years." It was an ambiguous answer.

Director Li showed a smile that he would have when he was seriously injured and endured pain: "A friend once said to me: 'Jesus was willing to be crucified because he felt that he could bear the weight of the cross. People never understand that there is only one Jesus.'”

He stretched out his hand to touch Zhao Mingcheng's hair, with a gentle and loving temperature in his palm: "You and Weiran are too thin to carry them. But I, I am old, so old that I can't carry Weiran anymore, that cross , I can’t carry it anymore.”

☆, for the mountain 9 Ren

Li Weiran seemed to be catching up on sleep, getting back all the sleep he hadn't had in the past few years.

Even though his Uncle Zhao was by his side, he had no intention of waking up at all.

Zhao Mingcheng was very calm.

He understood Director Li's words as soon as he heard them.

Just like his own father, Director Li is also a good father, but their perspective on his son's sake is completely different.

Zhao Mingcheng said to Director Li, please let me take care of Weiran for these three days, I only have these three days to accompany him.

Director Li didn't say anything, and went home with his coat on.

At the end of September, autumn has already entered, and the air has cooled down since I don't know when.

A cold autumn rain.

In the single ward, Zhao Mingcheng could have spent the night on the sofa, but Zhao Mingcheng rented a folding bed and put it next to Li Weiran's bed. When he fell asleep at night, he could hear his baby's even breathing next to his ears, which made him feel at ease.

The time of day is like the phrase that Chicken Tangwen loves to use, the years are quiet and beautiful.

Zhao Mingcheng feels that if he does not become a doctor in the future, he can also be a good nurse.

The temperature of the towel should be tested on your own skin before you can wipe your baby's face; gently pinch the baby's jaw to clean his mouth; turn the baby over every four hours, pat and knead the back and leg muscles; Before going to sleep, you must wipe your body from head to toe. Babies love to be clean, otherwise they will feel uncomfortable when they fall asleep...

Dr. Zhao, who has never read romance novels, now inexplicably feels that he has become the protagonist of romance novels.

The key is to be happy.

For three days, except for doctors and nurses, no one came to see Li Weiran, not even Chief Li.

People who are hung with glucose and various nutrient solutions don’t need to eat. Zhao Mingcheng orders a lot of delicious food for every meal, and sits by the bed to eat bite by bite, saying every sentence.

"Spicy chicken, your favorite food, it made me so spicy that I cried!"

"The steamed egg here is not bad. It looks like a 40-year-old face, but it's still your best steamed egg. It's the face of a 20-year-old beautiful girl without makeup."

"I have recently practiced the skill of frying potato shreds. I can eat a large plate of green pepper potato shreds by myself. When you wake up, I will fry them for you."

"Actually, if you learn how to make soup, cooking is much easier. Drink more soup, it is nutritious. One person can cook a pot of soup for two days."

……

There is nothing to do at other times, just accompany.

Zhao Mingcheng went out and bought a large stack of newspapers and life weekly magazines issued locally, such as "Chongqing Daily", "Chongqing Evening News", "Chongqing Business Daily", "Chongqing Life Weekly"...he leaned on the bed and chewed carefully Swallow slowly and feel the city where his baby has lived for more than 20 years.

The print media is sluggish, and the speed of printing text cannot keep up with the speed of updating the Internet. When news comes out, it becomes an old article.

But words can survive for decades, hundreds of years, and the taste of words and paper cannot be replaced by other things.

Sometimes Zhao Mingcheng would disappear for a while, every time for half an hour or an hour, leaving Baby lying alone in the ward.

The nurses talked a lot. The elder brother of Police Officer Li had come to the hospital not long ago for an exchange and study. I heard that he was already the deputy chief physician at a young age. He was professional and calm when discussing the condition with the attending doctor and the director.

On the afternoon of the third day, when Director Li came, Zhao Mingcheng was having dinner.

Coca-Cola Chicken Wings, Stir-fried Shrimp, Lotus Root Pork Rib Soup.

Director Li nodded: "It's all Weiran's favorite food."

Zhao Mingcheng stood up and gave up his seat: "Hello, Uncle Li."

Director Li sat down on the sofa outside: "You eat first."

Zhao Mingcheng wiped his mouth, quickly packed up the lunch box, put it on the bedside, wiped the table, turned around and smiled shyly at Director Li: "If you want to greedy him, maybe he will wake up when he smells the scent."

After finishing speaking, he scratched his head again: "Actually, it's quite unscientific. Weiran's traumatic disturbance of consciousness usually wakes up within a month, so don't worry too much."

"Flight early tomorrow morning?" Director Li didn't answer the question and changed the question.

Zhao Mingcheng rubbed his hands, his expression of bewilderment was soft and astringent: "Yes."

"Thank you for the past three days." Director Li looked at his son on the bed, sleeping soundly, his face was slightly pale, but his skin was clean and tidy, and his hair was combed meticulously, with the curly hairs staying obediently in his lap. In terms of position, don't cross the thunder pool half a step.

"No, I want to thank you, thank you for giving me these three days." Zhao Mingcheng smiled politely.

Director Li looked older than when he was wearing a police uniform, his face was full of grooves, and only a pair of eyes gleamed, like a hidden martial arts master.

"Wei Ran probably told you that I always thought that Wei Ran had a twin brother. This is not a fantasy. At the beginning, her mother gave birth to him in a small hospital in the county. At that time, the hospital was in chaos. His mother was alone, and there was no prenatal checkup. It was very difficult when it came to giving birth to him, and I have been unconscious since then, always talking about twins. I was too sad at the time and didn’t pay attention. Later, I thought about it and went to investigate and found a lot of doubts. But the time interval was too long, and the hospital was gone. , The doctors and nurses at that time could not be found either. As the chief of the bureau, I cannot use public equipment for private use, nor can I use the internal system of the public security system to inquire. This matter has always been just a suspicion of mine.”

Zhao Mingcheng didn't expect that the topic would suddenly turn to the twins' doubts. It was a bit confusing, and he didn't know what the purpose of this conversation was.

Director Li patted Zhao Mingcheng on the shoulder: "You are a good boy, and you look so similar to Wei Ran. It would be great if you were Wei Ran's older brother."

Zhao Mingcheng lowered his head, remained silent for two seconds, and suddenly looked directly at Director Li with sparkling eyes: "Can't you just treat me as Weiran's elder brother?"

Director Li's eyes moved: "Can I?"

Zhao Mingcheng lowered his head again.

"Do you know what window paper is?" Director Li said something nonsensical.

Zhao Mingcheng was a little distracted, he didn't dare to raise his head, and just shook his head with his head down.

The person in front of him doesn't look like Weiran at all, but like a tree destined to be controlled by the wind, Weiran always listens to what he says, and she also has to listen.

"The window paper is, as long as the layer of paper is still there, the window is still a window, and it can protect the people in the house from the wind and rain. If the layer of paper is broken by the barrel, the wind, rain, and storm will rush into the house in an instant. , everything and everyone in the house may be submerged."

Zhao Mingcheng understood.

Holding on to the last ray of hope, he was dying: "What if you don't pierce it all the time?"

Director Li shook his head very heavily: "In this world, there is never a shortage of people who listen to the window."

Zhao Mingcheng opened his mouth and smiled ugly: "That's right. I don't care, Wei Ran can't stand this."

Director Li's voice was deep, he smoked a lot, and his voice became hoarse. The moment he opened his mouth, it was like rough sandpaper grinding his delicate skin: "I have been a policeman for so many years, and I have met all kinds of strange people. Even if I was once a narrow-minded person , now that he's old, he's all over it. With just such a son, I hope that he will be safe and healthy in this life. But he just chose such a profession, and he was injured twice in three days. To be honest, if someone I would be lucky to be able to persuade him not to be a criminal police officer. It's a pity that you also said that everyone can see how much he cares about this job. He encountered a big case before and was caught by criminals. Imprisonment, mental abuse, hypnosis, and even shooting yourself, I think you all know this. After being discharged from the hospital, his mental state has not been good. After a year of recuperation, the organization suggested that he change to a civilian job. He was unwilling, and finally gritted his teeth After passing various psychological tests, he returned to work in the criminal police team. Don’t tell me, after returning to work, he looks more energetic than when he was on vacation, and he is much more lively. If he is not allowed to be a criminal police officer, he may really want to killed him."

Zhao Mingcheng still lowered his head, Director Li saw a little water dripping on his light gray trousers, and gradually became dizzy.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was normal: "Uncle Li, I understand. I will definitely not do anything to hurt Weiran. After returning to Haishi this time, I will not come here. Please take good care of Weiran. If he wakes up , and I hope you can tell me." After the words, he was not so steady and trembling, "If he doesn't wake up..."

Director Li couldn't bear to see the expression of enduring pain on his son's face, but cutting off limbs to save himself and cutting off his tail to save his life were all for survival after all.

"If he can't wake up...let's talk about it at that time." Zhao Mingcheng bit his lower lip fiercely, and continued, "But I came here before, I hope you don't hide it from Weiran. He needs to know why I came, and then Why go. You are a reasonable father, what you said to me should also be said to Wei Ran. He can understand your painstaking efforts and mine. "

Director Li reached out and touched Zhao Mingcheng's hair again just like last time, his palm was still warm: "Don't worry, I will take good care of him."

After seeing Director Li off, Zhao Mingcheng took a pot of scalding hot water, picked up Wei Ran's baby from the bed, carried him to the sofa, and sat down.

Then squat on the ground and wash his feet.

"As your 'girlfriend', at least I have served you once. Wash your hair, wash your body, wash your feet, full service. Don't think of saying that I am incompetent in the future." Uncle Zhao pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes seemed to open. Opened a Swarovski store.

"I'll shave you again tomorrow morning, and you'll be my handsome Weiran baby again."

The ward was very quiet, the sound of splashing water seemed to be a gift specially left by the god of time, it refreshed one's mind.

"Actually, I'm quite envious of you. If you give me three days and three nights to sleep, I probably won't be able to sleep. I'll worry about my life."

"When you went to Haishi, you went to recuperate, right? Then you should really thank that murderer, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see you."

"I want to hear you sing another song, so just sing it for me alone. Let's not sing Faye Wong this time, okay?"

That night, Zhao Mingcheng got out of the folding bed, squeezed into the narrow hospital bed, and held his baby Weiran in his arms.

"Anyway, you don't feel comfortable or uncomfortable right now, just for one night, just make do with it, and from now on, you can lie down as you want by yourself."

Before going to sleep, he leaned into Li Weiran's ear and whispered something, after thinking about it, he put his lips on his lips and kissed him hard, and then he closed his eyes.

No surprises, fell asleep quickly.

As long as his baby Weiran is by his side, Zhao Mingcheng always sleeps soundly and soundly.

Even if it's parting night.

Zhao Mingcheng, deputy director of the orthopedics department at the No. [-] Hospital of Haishi City, returned after taking three days off and was in normal condition.

Perhaps this description is not accurate. It should be said that the state is even braver than before.

On the first day after returning home, I underwent two double-knee synovectomy operations. "Synovitis surgery means a huge workload." The professor once said to Zhao Mingcheng that this operation is time-consuming and labor-intensive. It tests both eyesight and hands. Work hard.

Deputy Director Zhao performed the surgery in a smooth rhythm, and the left and right guards on the side were like demonstrating the game of digging mines in person, concentrating and being careful, otherwise it would be easy to fail to keep up with the deputy director's requirements.

For the two joints, five waste liquid barrels were filled with physiological saline for flushing the joint cavity, with a total weight of nearly 10 kilograms.

This is just the amount for one patient's two legs.

When they got off the operating table to plan meals, the faces of the left and right guardians were a little blue, the pace was too fast, and the devil knew what they had just experienced.

After three days of vacation, it was as if he had been out of home for three days. Deputy Director Zhao was so enlightened that he was enlightened.

This is Dr. Zhao during the day.

Lying on the bed at night, holding the mobile phone, I realized that there seemed to be no friends who could talk.

So he went to harass Brother Wei.

"Come out another day to make skewers?"

"Really masturbation or fake masturbation? I heard that you have changed your taste recently. I'm a little scared."

"Brother Wei, don't worry, if my taste changes, I won't be interested in you."

"Is this scolding me?"

"It's enough for An Xin to praise you. Do you care if I scold you or praise you?"

"I really don't care."

"Then give me a face?"

"It's not good to eat skewers, there are shadows, you can still consider it if you invite a vegetarian dinner."

"Okay, it's a word."

Zhao Mingcheng put down the phone, closed his eyes and found that he couldn't sleep, struggled for a long time, and turned on the screen again.

"Brother Wei, do you think Destiny is a hooligan?"

"Brother Zhao speaks highly. Destiny is not only a hooligan, he is also a rapist."

"That's right! Whoever falls in love with him will be molested all the time!"

"Molesting? That's light, and you might beat your own father so much that you don't even know him."

"Is there any way to deal with him?"

"Make yourself a hooligan too."

☆, La 8 porridge

Just as the highly skilled deputy director Zhao predicted, Li Weiran woke up on the 28th day after coma.

It was Meng Yao who stood by his side that day.

After all, it was such a big deal to move the director's office of the Yu City Public Security Bureau to the hospital for a month, but Director Li rationally refused.

Meng Yao could tell that Uncle Li had been in a bad mood since Dr. Zhao left.Weiran didn't wake up for more than ten days, the old man was a little anxious, and seemed to mutter to himself occasionally: "If you don't wake up all the time, it's up to you. Let him accompany you, I don't care."

I always felt that the matter had something to do with Dr. Zhao, but Meng Yao didn't dare to ask anything.

So when Li Weiran woke up, Meng Yao was a little dazed, as if she hadn't woken up.

If you wait for this kind of thing for too long, you will enter a state of numbness, which is not easy to recover in a short time.

Li Weiran looked at Meng Yao and smiled, an unknown gloomyness flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that every time I wake up from an injury, the first thing I see is you."

Meng Yao lay on the bed and cried loudly: "Wei Ran, you scared me to death!"

Li Weiran raised his hand and gently rubbed her hair: "When will you girls stop crying so much? I watched you cry when you were young, and you will cry like this when you become a mother?"

Meng Yao twitched: "I'll call Uncle Li."

Li Weiran nodded, and then seemed to think of something: "Where is my mobile phone?"

Meng Yao handed it to him, and he struggled to open the screen with the hand that was not on the IV.

After a month of inactivity, the muscles all over my body were as stiff as cement, and my fingers couldn't be controlled at all. It took me a long time to open WeChat after trembling.

"Baby, look at your Yunyang Uncle Zhao."

In the last conversation, Zhao Mingcheng smiled sweetly at the camera on the cloud sofa, and Li Weiran snorted, feeling that his facial muscles were a little out of control.

But why was there no news about Uncle Zhao later?

Seeing that I didn't reply, are you angry?

Impossible, how could Uncle Zhao be angry with me for such a thing?

Turn around and look through the call log.

Feeling cold.

9月26日上午8点17分，赵叔叔来电，通话时长3分4秒。

Counting the time, I was already unconscious at that time.

This phone call is a big problem.

Li Weiran sent back a message on WeChat: "Uncle Zhao?"

As expected, there was no reply.

After Meng Yao finished calling Director Li, she turned around and saw Li Weiran with a clouded face, holding the phone as if she wanted to squeeze it into a pancake.

"Wei Ran?" Meng Yao was frightened.

It was the second time she saw Li Weiran's expression since she was a child.

The last time was when two brats bullied her when she was six years old, saying that she had no father and no one cared about her, and they snatched the jelly from her hand.

Although he is the older brother, Li Weiran, who was half a head shorter than her at that time, came out of nowhere, clenched his fists and said harshly to the two little kids: "Yaoyao is my sister, you don't want to steal her things." dead?"

The two boys were a head taller than Meng Yao, and they laughed at Li Weiran's thin arms and legs, but before they finished laughing, Li Weiran, who rushed up like a cannonball, got a nosebleed.

When adults fight, seeing blood is more fun, but when children fight, it's different. You can push, pull, kick and kick. Once you see blood, everyone will be a little cowardly.

The two boys didn't expect Li Weiran to be so steady and ruthless, holding his bloody nose in daze.

Li Weiran refused to let go, howling like a little tiger and still shaking his fists, the two little kids turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Later, when Director Li punished him to stand, Meng Yao also accompanied him to punish him. At that time, Li Weiran had this expression on his face.

Director Li held the broom in his hand and asked sharply: "Say, do you dare to do it again in the future!"

Li Weiran stuck his neck: "If they dare, I will dare, if they don't dare, I will let them go!"

Director Li was trembling with anger, and Tiao Broom greeted his son fiercely.

Meng Yao tightly hugged her little brother: "Uncle Li Weiran did nothing wrong, why did you hit him!"

Later, it was Aunt Meng who heard the news and came to persuade him.

Li Weiran was not convinced after all.

"Yaoyao, has Zhao Mingcheng been here?" Li Weiran on the hospital bed had a sullen face.

Meng Yao nodded: "I came to take care of you for three days, and during those three days, Uncle Li didn't let us come to see you, not even himself. Oh no, it seems that Uncle Li came over on the third night, and then that Dr. Zhao went back to the sea City, never come again."

"Okay, I see. You're tired too, go home and rest. You see, I'm fine now. I have nothing to do. You don't have to keep watch over me. My dad should come after get off work at night."

Meng Yao disagreed: "What's the matter, look at your mobile phone shaking like that, oh yes, I haven't called the doctor yet when you woke up!"

After a long meal, the doctor listened to Li Weiran from head to toe, and took pictures with his eyelids, and finally nodded: "It's okay, everything is normal. I just had a CT scan two days ago, and there is no congestion or mass in the brain. After staying in bed for too long, the muscles will atrophy a little, and it will be fine to recover for two days, eat something, and move around slowly."

At this time, Meng Yao fully showed the characteristics of the length of the reflection arc, holding her head and weeping with joy: "Wei Ran, you can't be so scary anymore, you have done it twice!"

Li Weiran didn't know why he suddenly started imagining the way Uncle Zhao was kneeling beside his bed, holding his big face and crying, and suddenly laughed again in the midst of his busy schedule.

Meng Yao was startled: "Wei Ran, are you okay?"

Why did he look like he was going to beat someone just now and now he is smiling like a fool?

Doctor, are you sure he's insane?

"Yaoyao, I'm really fine, I'm just hungry, why don't you get me something to eat? The doctor is here, so ask him what I can eat now. I want to eat anything anyway."

The ward was finally quiet, and Li Weiran was very anxious.

It won't take too long to buy a meal, so he hurriedly dialed Zhao Mingcheng's cell phone.

No one picked up.

Either by surgery or on purpose.

After thinking about it, Li Weiran dialed Zhao Mingcheng's other number, his work cell phone. Dr. Zhao usually gave this number to outsiders, and of course it was also printed on the business card.

Still no one picked up.

Li Weiran regretted not leaving Meng Yao's cell phone just now.

He didn't know what Uncle Zhao talked about with his father, but when he thought about the name he had noted for Uncle Zhao, and how he was able to take care of him here for three days, he knew that the matter had definitely come to light.

The eight o'clock plot was circling in his mind.

"You pervert, stay away from my son!"

"Wei Ran and I really love each other, please help us!"

"Get lost! Get lost as far away as possible! I will never allow Wei Ran to see you again! You are not ashamed, I can't let someone poke the back of our old Li's family!"

"Love should not be narrowly divided, true love should be respected, please let me take Weiran away! I kneel down for you!"

Li Weiran shook his head, and drove away the strange father and strange uncle Zhao in his mind.

To play it like this, the next plot should be that Dad Li took out a wad of money and threw it at Uncle Zhao's face: "This is 100 million, take it to me and disappear from Wei Ran's side completely."

It's a pity that let alone 100 million, it is 10 yuan. It is difficult for you to ask your father and the elderly to take it out in one go.

So it's hard to tell the story like this.

Maybe if the roles were reversed, and Uncle Zhao played the role of throwing money, he might actually get 100 million.

Oh, so I've got a big buck!

Li Weiran imagined that Uncle Zhao was wearing a straight white coat, holding his head up and chest up shaking a stack of money, and couldn't help being happy again.

The phone rang at the right time, interrupting Officer Xiao Li's unrestrained imagination.

Take a look, Uncle Zhao.

Li Weiran wanted to jump up from the bed, but unfortunately he didn't have the energy.

When the phone was connected, Uncle Zhao's voice was heavenly.

"Honey, are you awake?"

"Why didn't you come to see me? I woke up and saw that it wasn't you who was guarding the bed, and I was very angry, you know? What about the basic self-consciousness of being a girlfriend?"

Zhao Mingcheng chuckled in the receiver: "I have served you for three days, washed your hair and body, read and chatted, and even washed your feet and shaved before leaving. This is not self-conscious enough."

"Uncle Zhao, I miss you."

Unpredictably, Officer Xiao Li hit a straight ball in a very unpretentious manner.

The psychological defense that Zhao Mingcheng had built for a month collapsed.

"Baby, I miss you too. Is Lao Taishan not around?"

Li Weiran thought to himself, I don't care about your title for the time being.

"Not here, Yaoyao went to buy food for me, I was the only one in the ward. If you have something to say, it will be inconvenient for Yaoyao to come back."

"Lao Taishan didn't tell you anything?"

"I just woke up and haven't seen him yet."

"Baby, why don't we try and see if we can be ordinary friends?"

Li Weiran's hands trembled, and his voice darkened: "I just woke up, you say it again, I didn't hear clearly."

Zhao Mingcheng made a swallowing gesture on the opposite side, and heard clearly through the receiver: "Lao Taishan is more thoughtful than me. You are a civil servant, and you can't stand this. Anyway, we don't often get together in different places. It's not difficult to be ordinary friends. Try it, it might work."

"You bent me and didn't take responsibility?" Li Weiran was as cold as a glacier.

Zhao Mingcheng was at a loss, he had never been able to control his baby Weiran.

"Being ordinary friends, right? It's fine. But since I've already bent over, I don't plan to go straight back. Then I'll find another boyfriend."

"Honey, look for a girl, look for a girl! It's agreed that you can only have sex with me in the future! I'll feel better if you find a girl."

Li Weiran didn't speak, Zhao Mingcheng began to cry.

"Baby, please say something. I just had the operation and I'm very tired. If you don't speak, I'm afraid I will cry."

Li Weiran suddenly opened the floodgates like a flood, covered his head and got into the quilt and cried loudly: "Uncle Zhao, you can't let me go! Mom doesn't want me, dad doesn't care about me, Yaoyao doesn't want me either, you can't let me go!"

Zhao Mingcheng rushed out of the dressing room with his mobile phone in his hands, found the utility room like a fly without a head, slammed the door, and did not forget to lock it.

The heart is in a mess, and the six gods have no master.

"Baby, don't cry. Just wake up and don't get too emotional. Just be quiet, and Uncle Zhao will go to see you right away. He won't want you, how can he not want you! Give me an echo, let me hear your voice, don't Cried."

There was no movement on the other side, not even crying.

Zhao Mingcheng scratched his heart and liver.

Then he heard Lao Taishan say to himself on the phone: "Mingcheng, if you are free, come over again."

Li Weiran was really embarrassed when his father fished him out of the quilt.

Sad and embarrassing.

The mood couldn't be adjusted for a while.

"You and Qiping are both good boys, why did you choose such a path?" Director Li was a little heartbroken.

Li Weiran took a deep breath, and finally had the courage to look directly at his father: "Dad, if I don't want to be promoted again, I will be the vice-captain for the rest of my life, okay?"

Director Li shook his head: "It would be best if you can quit this criminal policeman."

"I can only be a criminal police officer, and nothing else." Li Weiran was a little frustrated, his head drooped.

"Nonsense! My son is so good, why can't he do well!"

After work, it was the first time he heard his father's undisguised praise, and Li Weiran stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Director Li sighed and sat down beside the bed: "I'm not going to persuade you either, I know I can't persuade you to come back. When you were young, your father was always busy, and you grew up by yourself. Dad always thinks you are very capable."

Having cried just now, his eyes were red. Director Li looked at his son's curly hair and remembered the only time he cried when he was a child.

Or in the middle of the night one day, the thin child's voice was screaming for mother, and when she entered the room to see, the little one huddled under the quilt and cried loudly: "Mom, mother, don't you want to be okay? Yaoyao's father is not at home, and Mother is with her, why is there no mother!"

At that time, he was young and energetic, and his heart softened a little. Director Li pulled his son out of the quilt: "Mom is gone, but he is a boy. Be strong. If you want your mother, you have to bear it and don't cry."

Unexpectedly, this problem of crying under the quilt has never been better.

"Dad has never been in charge of your affairs since he was a child, and he is not qualified to take care of your affairs now. Dad is now the chief of the bureau, and you can still sit in the position of deputy captain."

Li Weiran raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, he couldn't quite believe what he just heard.

Director Li had already got up and walked to the door, but stopped suddenly, and turned around: "This year's Chinese New Year, let Mingcheng come to the house. If you can't come, come to have a bowl of Laba porridge on Laba day. If you can't take this leave, he will be in my pass." Don't think about it."

☆, 7 feelings

Before it was time to eat Laba porridge, Zhao Mingcheng appeared in Yushi.

Li Weiran was finishing the case report in the office when his phone vibrated.

"What are you doing baby?"

Li Weiran smiled: "Serving the people."

"So coincidentally, so am I."

Li Weiran is in a good mood.

Even though he could only flirt with Uncle Zhao on WeChat without any real progress, he just felt that everything was different from before.

When I hung up the phone that day, Uncle Zhao arrived in a hurry, and he only had one day off.

When he arrived in the ward, he was intercepted by Director Li, and the atmosphere was rather embarrassing.

Director Li sternly held Zhao Mingcheng back, asked the hospital for a small empty room, and talked for half an hour.

Li Weiran lay on the hospital bed and howled dryly: "Why are you still carrying me behind your back!"

Meng Yao herself offered insincere comfort in disbelief: "Uncle Li is probably discussing your condition with Dr. Zhao."

Li Weiran pouted: "Is it because I am going to die, can't you say it in front of my face?"

Meng Yao seemed to have seen a ghost: "Bah bah! There is no taboo! Wei Ran, you were not like this before, why do you dare to say anything now!"

Li Weiran was afraid that Meng Yao would be frightened into something wrong if he let himself go, so he had no choice but to switch to the silent mode, with his stomach full of holes spinning and jumping silently in his chest.

Why did I become like this, Yaoyao, you have to ask that Dr. Zhao.

Those who are close to Zhu Zhechi, those who are close to Dr. Zhao have no taboos, and they have nothing to hide.

But why would you dare to leave me and have a small meeting with my boyfriend and my own father?

It's definitely not a good thing to say, otherwise how can you carry people's backs!

It must be about me!

The detective's intuition!

No, it's the professionalism of the criminal police!

The professionalism of the criminal police probably really helps.

I saw Director Li and Uncle Zhao walking into the ward side by side, with meaningful smiles on their faces.

Director Li smiled with a raspy face, as if he was saying: Son, I have successfully sold you for a good price. In the future, you will have a good family and get a good fortune. Just wait for the food and drink.

Uncle Zhao's handsome face is full of words: Baby, old Taishan is finally taken down by me, and you will be mine. Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog~~~~

Li Weiran felt a chill, and gave his Uncle Zhao a gouging look.

Zhao Mingcheng was a little carried away, he failed to receive the radio waves in time, and he was still following his old Taishan to comfort the baby on the hospital bed with the eyes of caring for mentally handicapped children.

I don't know if I made some dark contract with Director Li, which is not humane, it seems to be more secure than a marriage certificate. After Uncle Zhao left that day, he never came again. thrown in chongqing