Is this class leader fake?

Chapter 55

After two days of intensive treatment, Qianqian was transferred back to the general ward. During the period before the transfer, Ling Haifeng would always find time to visit her in the hospital.

He is sincerely concerned about Qianqian's health, out of an elder's care for the younger generation.

This is a good thing, at least for Qianqian, Ling Haifeng's care can help her get better medical resources, Ling Cheng also understands this.

But when I saw him, I still couldn't help but think of A Yuan back then.

If at that time Ling Haifeng could fulfill his father's responsibility like now, perhaps A Yuan would not have left.

Seeing Ling Haifeng going to the ward in the corridor, Ling Cheng paused, turned around and went downstairs to the small garden, where he sat on a bench.

In the past few days, he almost sat here waiting for Ling Haifeng to leave. Ling Haifeng also knew about it, so he always came here to meet him before leaving.

The two of them didn't say anything, just met each other, and then went their separate ways.

Hua Yue didn't come to the hospital with him today, but went to the bar beforehand.

During this period of time, more and more people came to visit, with lunch boxes in their hands. Some of them met acquaintances, smiled and nodded to say hello, and chatted about what meal they brought for the patient today.

In the past, A Yuan was always hospitalized. After school, he would come to deliver food to A Yuan. Fortunately, that little guy is not picky about food, he can bring anything, and it tastes delicious.

But after all, it was a sick meal. He bought it outside and brought it with him. He always felt that it was not nutritious enough, so he took advantage of the weekend to learn how to cook at home.

Cooking also requires experience, and no one is around him to teach him. At the beginning, if it becomes salty or the heat is wrong, a lot of ingredients will always be wasted. It is a pity to throw it away. The one with the best taste was brought to A Yuan.

Maybe it was because he saved too much, and he didn't remember how much was left in the refrigerator. Later, A Yuan, who was discharged from the hospital, dug it out by accident. He heated it in the microwave and ate it without telling Ling Cheng. After being discovered by Ling Cheng, he was scolded and almost cried.

It's not that I feel ashamed that I didn't do it well, it's just that I simply feel that it is no longer fresh, and this kind of food cannot be eaten by Ah Yuan.

A Yuan felt aggrieved at first, and ignored him awkwardly, but he was stubborn for a long time, and Ling Cheng didn't see Ling Cheng talking to him, and then ran to him to act like a baby, clinging to him and calling him brother for a long time, calling Ling Cheng a little bit of temper nothing.

Ling Cheng looked blankly at the nearby holly tree, and stroked the pendant on the neckline with his fingers.

"Brother Cheng!"

Hua Yue ran over excitedly carrying the bag, Ling Cheng came back to his senses, squinted his eyes and looked at him.

"Here, your dinner."

Ling Cheng withdrew back, looked at the bag that hit his face directly, and took it.

"You bought it?"

"I made it!"

Hua Yue curled up the corner of his mouth proudly, probably tired from walking, he squatted directly in front of him, propping his face to signal him to open it quickly.

"You did it?"

Ling Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, and opened the bag.

A sandwich was wrapped in a ziploc bag, with a pudding on the side.

"I made the sandwiches, and I bought the pudding on the way. After all, I'm a crafter. I fry an egg and soak my hands. I can't challenge desserts for the time being."

After Hua Yue finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, as if asking for credit.

"See if there is a bubble."

Ling Cheng put down the bag and carefully held his hand, lifted him up from the ground, pulled him to sit beside him, and looked at his hand.

This was more than just being scalded, there were a few small red spots on the back of the hand, and a blister the size of a mung bean formed on the finger.

Ling Cheng frowned.

"Did you apply the medicine?"

"Eradicated."

Hua Yue grabbed him backhand and said with a smile.

"That's not the point, it's just evidence of my sincerity. For the sake of my seriousness, I even bought dessert for you. After eating this meal, I'll be happier. You've been so tense these two days, just follow me." It seems like I won’t laugh after applying too much Botox..."

As she spoke, she squeezed his face and gave him a hey smile.

"Come on, give Brother Hua a smile, and make up for my injured hand and heart."

Ling Cheng pinched his face, he didn't dodge, looked at him helplessly, smiled, pulled his hand back, and looked at the blister.

"Be careful these two days, don't get infected."

"Do you feel bad?"

Hua Yue shook his feet and asked with a grin.

"Well, it hurts to death..."

Ling Cheng glanced at him angrily.

"It's good to know that it hurts."

Hua Yue slapped him on the leg and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"When you know that you are distressed, you should pay more attention to me. It will save you from thinking about those unhappy things. If you are unhappy, I will not be happy either."

Ling Cheng looked at him with deep meaning, and said with the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Tsk..."

Hua Yue slapped him again, and looked at the passers-by with a guilty conscience.

"Which sentence did you get that meaning from? An old rascal..."

Ling Cheng snorted and pinched his chin with a muffled laugh.

"Haven't I kissed you less often? Why is it still like a first kiss? I really can't see that you are so thin-skinned."

"Fart! Dad has a normal skin! You have this kind of cognition only shows that you are too thick-skinned!"

Hua Yue patted his hand away and stared at him.

"My mind is full of unscrupulous crap..."

"Is this not normal?"

Ling Cheng casually looked at him.

"I suggest you dig deeper. Compared with other waste, kissing you is more serious."

"..."

Hua Yue choked on his words, but couldn't think of anything to say back.

"Eat your meal, old rascal..."

It was three days before Qianqian was transferred to another hospital.

Ling Cheng and Hua Yue accompanied her all the way until they sent her to the car.

The little girl was in better condition than before. Before leaving, she dragged Ling Cheng to tears and comforted her for a long time before she stopped.

When sending Qianqian away, Ling Haifeng was also beside him, stopped Ling Cheng who was about to leave, and spoke.

"Come and have a meal with me, we haven't talked for a long time."

After all, Ling Haifeng was not Qiao Wanxin. Hearing this sentence, Hua Yue glanced at Ling Cheng who was silent, and said hello to leave.

"I'll ask the driver to take you back to school."

Ling Haifeng didn't say anything, he just informed the driver waiting outside.

Before leaving, Hua Yue squeezed Ling Cheng's hand.

"I'll be waiting for you at school."

"Ah."

Ling Cheng responded and watched him get in the car and leave.

"Let's go, there is a restaurant near here, the taste is not bad, and it's not far away."

After Ling Haifeng finished speaking, he took the lead to walk in front of him.

Ling Cheng paused, let out a sigh of relief, and followed behind him.

It was just a meal together. After all, he helped Qianqian, and he had no reason to refuse.

The hotel that Ling Haifeng took him to was not very luxurious, but it looked very elegant.

There was no communication between the two of them until the food was ordered. Ling Haifeng took a sip of tea and watched Ling Cheng speak first.

"A few years ago, I found your mother."

Ling Cheng didn't answer, just curled up the hand holding the cup.

"The years after she left were not good. When I saw her, her mental state was also a little abnormal, and she couldn't stand any stimulation."

Listening to Ling Haifeng's low-pitched explanation, Ling Cheng seemed to have no sense of reality.

For him, the word mother, like father, carries a sense of strangeness and distance.

The woman in his memory seemed to stay on the day when she abandoned A Yuan, crying and saying that he was helpless, that he had no other choice.

"I sent her to recuperate, if you want to see her..."

"no need."

Ling Cheng abruptly interrupted him.

Seeing her so what, the same has nothing to say.

Ling Haifeng smiled like a sigh.

"I think so too..."

"I've always felt that I owe you an apology, but it's too light to say an apology, and it won't bring back my son's life, nor my son's heart."

Ling Haifeng sighed as if he had suddenly opened the conversation box that had been dusty for many years.

"You and Qianqian have lived with Qianqian for so long, you should know that complicated congenital heart disease like them requires very strict surgical conditions. I also inquired about many hospitals and asked many experts and professors at that time, but I still didn't give it to A Yuan. In exchange for a life."

Ling Haifeng laughed at himself.

"It doesn't make sense to say these things now. What happened to A Yuan hit your mother hard. She went back to see you later, but A Yuan was no longer here."

"Why didn't you come back on the day of his funeral?"

Ling Cheng held the cup, his knuckles were white.

For him, this matter was the biggest knot between him and Ling Haifeng. He could use Ling Haifeng's need to earn money as an excuse, regardless of his absence.

But no matter what happened, just like his mother abandoned A Yuan, he couldn't convince himself.

"Because the plane was temporarily delayed, five hours late..."

Ling Haifeng hesitated for a moment and explained.

Ling Cheng interrupted him directly again, and looked at him questioningly.

"You can change to another flight, or take the train, or even drive back."

Ling Haifeng opened his mouth, but still smiled helplessly.

"So when I go back, the funeral is still over..."

Ling Cheng paused for a moment, held his cup and didn't answer.

"Actually, I explained it to you at the time, but you couldn't listen to it at that time, and it doesn't matter if you explain it or not. You are right, explaining nothing can cover up that I missed A Yuan's funeral."

Ling Haifeng looked at him.

"A Yuan's illness, including his departure, is a huge blow to your mother and me. Even for adults, it is even more irreparable damage to you. I know this, so these I haven't come to you for [-] years, I hope you can live again, just like now."

"I can't make up for the harm you have done, and I don't expect you to be as close to me as I was when I was a child, but I hope you know that I used to work hard to make money, and I originally wanted you to have a good life. Now that I have this ability, if If you want, I hope that if you encounter something in the future, I can help you. I will not force you to do anything. You can live your life according to your ideas, but I am still your father. You can try to believe Me." $TITLE by $AUTHOR

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