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The sound of the instruments in the ward was regular and orderly.He never thought that he would go to so many hospitals this month.

"Mom." His ending could not help but sink, as if stepping on the edge of an abyss.

He didn't know if it was appropriate to shout like this now, maybe she didn't want to hear it, maybe she wanted to scold him.

But what was expected did not come.

Huang Liping was startled, subconsciously stood up and looked over, she was still a little hazy when she was half awake, and when her eyes focused, she saw clearly that it was Fu Jingmeng, with a young boy following behind her.

The two came in such a hurry, the face exposed on the scarf was flushed by the morning wind, and the hair was also disheveled, curled sideways like weeds.

Her expression is like the surface of a half-melted lake, showing signs of loosening, but also holding on to an unchallenged majesty.

Fu Jingmeng said: "This is Nian Nian." He took a step back so that she could see him clearly.

Nian Nian took his hand out of his pocket and called out respectfully, "Hello, Auntie."

Although he took a step back, Fu Jingmeng still insisted on standing in front of him with half of his body, his love was too obvious, for fear that she would embarrass him.

"I can guess who he is."

Huang Liping observed the words and expressions, and naturally understood a little bit. She nodded slightly as a greeting, and smiled politely. She lowered her eyes and looked at Nian Nian calmly. not bad.

She continued: "We don't care about your affairs, your feelings, or your work."

"But your father has been ill for many days. He said not to contact you, but I think you are as stubborn as your father. I can't let you like this."

"In case he is really gone, I..." Huang Liping choked up suddenly, her eye circles turned red, and Fu Jingmeng suddenly saw something disordered and chaotic in her body.

"How can I explain to you?"

"What should I say, I said that because of your disobedience, your father doesn't want to see you even if he dies?"

"This will ruin you, kid."

Fu Jingmeng's heart seemed to be clenched tightly, as if he was drowning and breathless.

"Your father will have a heart operation tomorrow." Huang Liping sat down slumped, looking at her emaciated husband who was sleeping on the hospital bed, "Whether you can survive it depends on God's will."

In the afternoon, Feinan, who had heard the news, came and brought some fruits and money, which Fu Jingmeng confiscated.

It could be seen that Fu Jingmeng was really in a bad mood, so Feinan sat with him on the bench in the aisle.

A ray of sunlight shattered on Fu Jingmeng's hair until he inserted his fingers into his hair and rubbed them loose.

Feinan comforted him, "Don't think about anything now, just wait for your father to have a good operation and come back victorious."

"This feeling is quite strange, Feinan."

"The quarrel was so fierce before, and the family affection was exhausted. I thought I could not care, or at least not care so much, but when I saw him lying there, his beard and hair were gray, and he became a bad old man. I feel my heart is constricted."

"In the beginning, he was vigorous and resolute, what a decent person. At home, he was also Mr. Fu, not Fu Jingmeng's father, or Huang Liping's husband. Such a person... If he says he will collapse, he will collapse."

Feinan smiled: "Understandable. Blood relationship is one aspect, and more probably is the habit and attachment engraved in the bones and blood. The first time I used chopsticks, the first time I learned to ride a bicycle, and the first time I solved a math problem. For the first time they were all there. We always longed to be recognized by them."

"When you see your family members collapse, you will feel that part of you has collapsed. Although your three views are different and your pursuits are different..."

"Sometimes, when you think about it, people with completely different thoughts can become a family. It's amazing, isn't it?" Feinan leaned back in his chair.

"Do you know how I got this scar?" Fei Nan pointed to the faint scar on his forehead.

Fu Jingmeng replied casually: "You said you were fighting in a bar?"

"That's right, that's not right." Feinan rubbed the scar, brushed over the barely detectable bumps with his fingertips, and then put his hand down again, "It's said that I was hanging out in bars, getting drunk and getting into fights. , my dad thinks so too."

"But it's actually because, I was in the bar that day and heard someone say something bad about my dad."

"It's said that my father has no ability or means, the business is getting smaller and smaller, and he has a son who is useless." Feinan smiled wryly, "It's quite ugly, I am useless, but no matter how bad my father is, it will be his turn Can't someone else talk about it?"

"Then I hit the guy and told him to keep his mouth shut."

"This incident made my dad very angry, but I didn't want to tell him the truth, so I just kept it like this." Feinan shook his head indifferently, "I can't claim credit for him like a good son, saying that I went out Fight because you heard someone say bad things about you."

"How embarrassing."

Feinan lowered his head and snorted, making a little breathless sound.

"It's really childish." Fu Jingmeng couldn't help laughing, hooked his neck, and patted his shoulder.

"But the old man did one thing right, that is, he gave me this company. I'm doing well now, and he treats me better. We had a few drinks together at noon." Feinan smiled conspicuous.

"At the end of the day, he just wants me to live a better life. Although this point is different, it leads to the same goal in the end." He also patted Fu Jingmeng on the shoulder.

"So, accept your fate, Mr. Fu." Feinan said before getting up, "Perhaps, God made people with completely different ideas to be family members. He hoped that we would resist each other, influence each other, change each other, and in the end, embrace each other."

This is God's bad taste, and he never tires of it.

When Fu Jingmeng returned to the ward, through the gap in the door, he saw Nian Nian sitting beside Huang Liping, with his feet on the railing under the hospital bed, concentrating on peeling oranges for her.

The bright yellow orange was tossed and turned between the fingers, and even the skin was peeled clean. Finally, with the fragrance of the orange, Huang Liping stretched her facial features, smiled lightly, and said "thank you".

When she came out to her family, she was also very unhappy. Seeing the scene in front of her now, Fu Jingmeng has to admit that time has changed many things, and they are indeed constantly changing each other.

Fu Cen, Fu Jingmeng's father, woke up once in the evening. When he saw Fu Jingmeng, he was silent at first, then scolded his wife for being troublesome, and then overturned the noodles that Fu Jingmeng had brought back.

The one lying on the bed was obviously a weak body.The back of the hand is swollen, the veins are obvious, there are many needle holes left, the wrinkles on the forehead are deep, two gray sword eyebrows fly obliquely, and the face is pale, but it can burst out such great strength from the depths of the soul.

The lunch box flew out like a badminton, and fell to the ground with a blunt splash.

The noodle soup splashed onto Fu Jingmeng's hair, and he stood still in a daze. At the moment when his mother's tears fell, he avoided his eyes, leaned over to pick up the lunch box and went to the bathroom to deal with it, and Niannian followed him every step of the way.

The water from the faucet was rattling, and Fu Jingmeng leaned on the sink to stare at himself in the mirror. Oil soup was dripping from his forehead and hair, and it slid down to the bridge of his nose. There were soft noodles stuck to his hair, and his glasses were also scratched.

Nian Nian helped him remove the noodles from his hair bit by bit, his eyes were red.

"Brother, don't feel bad. Uncle just wants to be strong, and he won't lose face. He must be happy to see you."

Seeing the most embarrassing side, Fu Jingmeng felt a helpless sense of despair.After a while, his eyelids moved, and he came back to his senses and grabbed Nian Nian's palm and rinsed it with water.

The muddy water drained away, and he said, "I'm fine, I'm used to it."

The water flow was turned off, and there was a sudden silence in the bathroom.

"everything will get better."

Nian Nian gave Fu Jingmeng a firm embrace, holding his shoulders together in his arms, the arms were not long enough, and he used all his strength.

He scratched the end of his hair, like coaxing a child: "Tomorrow will be fine, brother and uncle will have good luck."