I cried, I pretended

"Brother Lu, what are you laughing at?" Tang Tan saw Cheng Lu as soon as he turned his head, so he asked in a lying posture.

Cheng Wang closed his eyes again, and said perfunctorily, "It's nothing."

"It hurts, take it easy. I'm massaging, not paying for you to beat me up." Tang Qin hissed, feeling that the money he spent was worthless, and regretted it very much

"How is little brother? Is the strength okay?" asked Song Mingwang's massage therapist.

Song Mingwang bit the corner of the pillow carefully, and nodded his head humming, for fear that he would make another sound.

"Your skin is so good, how old is this year?" The technician who massaged him patted his back enviously.

"Seventeen."

"what?!"

As soon as these words came out, most of the people in the room raised their heads and looked at him, "Then why do you look so small?"

Song Mingwang was not convinced: "I will be full soon, only 28 days a month."

Tang Tan said, "So you still look the youngest."

Tian Mengmeng nodded in agreement, "Xiao Ming is really a child prodigy. He can do so well in the exam without studying. He will definitely pass the 911, 285 exam in the future."

Song Ming hated the correction that iron can't make steel, "It's 985, 211."

"What do you plan to do in the future? Go to college? What kind of college?"

Cheng Wang opened his eyes, and said lazily, "I haven't thought about it."

"Then are you going to leave Jiangcheng to study abroad?"

"It depends on the situation." Cheng Wang paused, and added lightly: "It depends on the health of the family members when they arrive."

Song Mingwang knew that he was referring to his grandma, and his saying that must mean that he had considered this matter before.

Song Mingwang had never thought about the future, but most likely he would not leave Jiangcheng, and Song Yulan would not agree with him going to other places to go to university.

But these are still too early for them. They haven't even taken the final exam in the second semester of senior high school. Talking about these things is still out of reach for them.

The group parted at the entrance of the sauna shop, and agreed not to tell anything about the massage they had done today, especially since Song Mingwang was under special care. Tang Qin dragged him to swear several times, nagging him hard and softly for a long time before giving up.

Saying goodbye to everyone, Cheng Juan was the first to leave. He took the bus back to the intersection of Sanli Lane, and then got out of the car. The big cars couldn't get in the alley, and there were also tricycles and battery cars parked randomly on the road, so he could only walk in.

As soon as Cheng Wang entered his home, his eyes were attracted by a little yellow duck in the yard. The little duck was obviously only a few months old, with light-colored young feathers around its mouth, waddling and grazing.

"That's the duck that your Uncle Wu brought over. Let us raise it. When it grows up, it will be slaughtered and eaten in stewed duck soup. It's a thank you gift for helping him when there was a shortage of people in the martial arts gym last time."

The little duck is not afraid of life, and it quacks and hangs around his feet, unaware that its fate has been arranged on the dinner table.

Cheng Jue gently kicked him away, and then entered the room. As soon as he entered the living room, he saw various supplements for the elderly and new basketball shoes piled up on the sofa.

"My uncle is here again?" Cheng Huang frowned.

Grandma Cheng sighed, "They say your mother is sick and lying in the hospital, and wants you to visit her."

"She's not my mother." Cheng Juan shook his head, and then separated the presents on the sofa, "Take these for you, I don't need these, I will return them sometime."

Grandma Cheng hesitated to speak, "Go and see, in case something happens, it is your biological mother who is related by blood."

"I only have one mother." His tone became cold, and he stared at her with dark eyes.

"Okay, okay, I won't say she is your mother, but even if you are an elder when you were young, you should go and see her."

"I see."

Cheng Wang didn't say yes but didn't deny it, he just stood up and packed the gift and took it out.

"Delusion!"

Cheng Huan, who was about to walk to the door, paused, "I'll see it some other day."

Grandma Cheng was finally relieved. After he left, she looked at the black and white portrait in the living room and sighed.

"Danqiu, I've been dreaming about you these days."

"I'm getting old, and the only thing I'm worried about now is this son you left behind."

Grandma Cheng's worries are not unreasonable. She is old, and when the time comes, she will leave alone. Cheng Wang will be the only one left in this world. He doesn't even have a family. There are very few people who get close.

Hey, sad people.

...

The wind on Saturday was a bit strong, and the pedestrians on the street wrapped their clothes tightly and quickened their pace. Cheng Wang stood at the door of the hospital, turned on his mobile phone and checked, it was indeed this hospital.

I got on the elevator and went to the thirteenth floor, and finally found the ward under the guidance of the nurse.

There was only one person lying on the bed in the room, pale and haggard. There were flower baskets and a half-cut fruit on the surrounding tables. It seemed that someone left temporarily. It was unknown whether it was the nurse or his uncle.

Cheng Wang pulled out the chair and sat down with his long legs bent. The sound of friction between the chair and the ground caused the person on the bed to turn his head. When he saw Cheng Wang, his eyes widened, but he didn't know what to say. talk.

"Wonderful." The woman stretched out her hand to touch his face.

Cheng Wang calmly said: "I am not arrogant."

This sentence seemed to wake up the woman, and she showed a hateful expression. "You killed Huang Wang! You were taught badly by that woman! You are not my son, woo woo my Huang Wang."

The woman wailed like a mother animal that had lost her cub, and loudly removed the infusion tube from her hand, yelling non-stop to find her son.

Cheng Wang looked at this farce expressionlessly, and was unmoved by the woman crying. When he heard the woman shouting "Don't be this arrogant", there was something in his eyes, but he quickly disappeared. It can't be seen clearly if it can't disappear.

"calm down!"

As soon as Shen Bin entered the ward, he saw that his sister was sick, so he hurriedly went to comfort her, and then asked the doctor to give her a sedative.

Cheng Wang looked away, then turned and walked outside.

After a while, Shen Bin came out of the ward. Seeing Cheng Huang who was leaning against the wall and not saying a word, he felt his throat a little itchy. He reached out to find a cigarette, but was surprised that this was a hospital.

"Cheng Huan." Shen Bin called his name, and said with a measured tone, "She is a sick person, no matter what you say, don't take it to heart."

Cheng Huang twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling ironically.

Shen Bin also felt his face was hot, so he sighed and patted his shoulder, "Our family is sorry for you."

Cheng Huang smiled, but did not answer his words, "Uncle, you have also seen that coming to see her will not help her at all, but will stimulate her condition. It is better to send her to a special nursing home."

Shen Bin frowned, "So you mean...?"

"You should understand what I mean." Cheng Wang said, "It's good for her and me."

Shen Bin was silent for a moment, and finally took a deep breath. "I understand. If there is no major event, I won't let you meet."

"Ah."

"Hey, she kept talking about you when she was not sick. It was normal at that time. She still missed your academic performance and asked how you did in the exam."

Cheng Wang was noncommittal, he knew best whether he was concerned about himself.

After bidding farewell to Shen Bin, Cheng Wang pressed the elevator and went downstairs. As soon as he reached the lobby on the first floor, he saw a familiar figure.

Song Mingwang was looking around on his toes, holding a fruit basket in his hand, standing in the crowd at a loss, as if he couldn't find his way.

He stood still with a distressed expression, it was rare for him to have such an expression on his face, so that Cheng Duan's irritability was inexplicably less.

"Song Mingwang."

Song Mingwang was struggling, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind, he turned his head quickly.

"Cheng Huan? Why are you here?"

Song Mingwang looked at him suspiciously, and asked questions one after another: "Are you injured? Did you fight? If there is a fight, I will tell Mr. Guo."

Cheng Wang was expressionless, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch his cheek, feeling the familiar smooth and tender touch, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.