It's better to fall in love with an old enemy

Then Xiyuanji calmly booked a flight to California.

Ono Matsudaira yelled on the phone in horror: "Calm down, the crime of cross-border homicide will be increased!"

"Coach, you watched some weird TV series with your wife again. Do I look like that kind of person?"

"You are!"

Xiyuan Temple said something, and I wanted to hang up the phone a little bit.

"Okay, I'm not joking with you. The team's physical examination results show that you are very healthy, and you just need to maintain your weight. Why do you have to go to California?" Coach Ono accepts as soon as he sees it. He knows that Xiyuan Temple Will go to California.

Xiyuan Temple was silent for a while, and said after consideration: "I know the medical level in China, and I don't doubt the authenticity of the medical report. But... since I was born, Dr. Jason took care of me until I left California, I'd feel more at ease with the test results from him."

Ono sighed on the phone, knowing that he couldn't be persuaded, so he had to let it go with tears: "Anyway, the season is off, and you don't have to rush back. You can play for two days before returning to Tokyo. There will be a commercial performance at the end of the month, so hurry up for the rehearsal." Come back and do it."

Xiyuan Temple hummed and agreed.

Xiyuan Temple spent two years in California when he was a child, and the authoritative private hospital where Dr. Jason worked was his stay.

At that time, Dr. Jason's authority and cure rate had just been recognized by the global medical community, and Xiao Xiyuan Temple appeared in his hospital and became his youngest patient.

Xiyuan Temple suffers from congenital heart disease, which was brought out in the womb. It is not serious, easy to treat, and can be cured completely, but his condition is tricky. Died directly on the operating table.

Xiyuanji and his wife went all over the heart surgery hospital in Tokyo for Akira Ozawa. Even if the cure method was clear at a glance, no doctor dared to take this patient.

As a last resort, my father had no choice but to ask the head of the family, wanting to use the connections there to try.That was the first time my father stepped into the family's door after he refused to study Chinese dramas and gave up the inheritance rights of Morikawa's line.

That was also the first time Akira Ozawa met his grandfather.The grandfather who sat on the main seat was kind and gentle, and the demeanor he practiced on the theater stage had already been engraved in his bones.

The master's grandfather said: "I'm not completely sure that I will be able to help you, but I am very happy that you will come to me for help. There must be no other way."

"Even if there is only a sliver of hope, we are willing to give it a try." Father said firmly.

"Even if I want to keep him at home?"

Father fell silent.Akira Ozawa turned his head to look at his father, and then at the master's grandfather. Before the two adults could speak, he spoke directly: "I want to cure my illness."

"Mom and Dad often tell me that in life, I always yearn for freedom. There will be thousands of choices in front of me, and each road leads to a different place. They said that they will not limit which one I must take. , I don’t know myself. But before thinking about this, what I know is that I have to live, and then I can know where the road in front of me will lead.”

The two adults remained silent.

Akira Ozawa leaned down in a kneeling position and kowtowed to the master's grandfather: "I want to survive."

The master's grandfather finally sighed. He stepped down from the chief seat, helped the child up, squatted down in front of him, and promised with his tightly clenched fists, "I'll just ask for you."

Grandpa Morikawa turned his head to look at his distant nephew again: "You taught him well. He has a set of principles at a young age, and his spirit of neither humble nor overbearing is exactly the same as yours. And ah, even though you are my brother's Son, but you don't look like him, but your son looks exactly like my brother, especially the eyes."

After a while, Akira Ozawa went to California with his mother and went to Dr. Jason's cardiac surgery hospital.

Two years later, Dr. Jason returned them a cured Akira Ozawa.

Healed means healed completely, but Xiyuan Temple has always consciously counted good days to do the annual routine heart examination.The same examination can also be done in Tokyo, but every time he has to take a week to fly to Los Angeles to see Dr. Jason.

Vacation means more than inspection, and reminiscing about the old times means more than inspection.

For Xiyuan Temple, Evan Jason is not only the person who gave him a healthy heart, but also the person who helped him open the road leading to figure skating.

"Sometimes when I watch your competition, I think, fortunately, I decided to admit you to our hospital, otherwise your figure skating world may lose a good player." Dr. Jason shook the whiskey in his hand, He raised his wine glass and touched Xiyuan Temple.

Xiyuan Temple took a sip of the beer in his glass, and rolled the wine in his mouth a few times, until the unique bitter taste of beer filled his entire mouth, and he swallowed it contentedly.

"I've just been promoted to the group, so it's still uncertain whether I can be considered an excellent player. But with your good words, I hope that I will be a little better than the excellent players in the end."

Hearing this, Jason laughed: "If I hadn't known you since I was a child, I would have been deceived by your calm appearance. You are so deceptive, and there are extremely strong winners and losers hidden under your soft skin want."

"It's not extremely strong, but I just want to win. Walking on this road, no one wants to win. Just like when I was a child, the possibility of healing was laid out in front of me, and I might not want to survive."

The music played live in the tavern has a cheerful atmosphere of California, and Xiyuan Temple's toes are in tune with the rhythm bit by bit.He propped his chin up and looked at the few white hairs caught in Jason's brown hair: "Speaking of which, you have to thank me. I helped you realize your dream that you couldn't realize at that time."

Jason thought for a while before he realized what he was talking about.

"Are you kidding? My dream is to become an ice hockey player. What about you, the day I took you to the ice rink, you were reluctant to change your figure skating shoes, and you were reluctant to let go of the figure skating coach's hand."

After the operation, Akira Ozawa recovered very well, and there was no problem in running and jumping at all, but the mother was still worried that her son would be weaker than children of the same age after the serious illness, so she went to ask Dr. Jason for his opinion.

"According to his recovery, it's no problem to do some proper exercise. You don't need to worry too much. Just treat him like other children." Just after saying this, Jason suddenly remembered the ice cream he liked. The team just won the championship this year, so he continued to suggest with a little selfishness, "You can let him try ice sports. The environment is clean and the intensity of skating is not too high. He should like it."

Entrusted by Akira Ozawa's mother, Dr. Jason took him to a small ice rink near the hospital to play all afternoon.What he expected was right, the kid really liked skating, but what he didn't expect was that the kid liked skating so much that he found a coach to start systematic training after returning to Japan.

Jason was shocked when he heard the news. Although he was confident in his professional ability, he still contacted the club and followed up for a period of time. After confirming that the child could afford such intense training, he fucked an old man. The fatherly doctor Jason was really relieved.

As night fell, the lights of the tavern were dimmed, and the band nestled in the corner by the bar also tuned from cheerful music style to lazy jazz style.The tavern owner dug out a saxophone out of nowhere, and quietly blended into the band.

There are many similar pubs in Los Angeles, but Xiyuan Temple likes this one alone.The band is spontaneous. Young people, middle-aged people, old people, as long as they can play musical instruments and sing, they can stand up and play by themselves.The voices of the guests chatting are not too noisy, the sound of glasses clinking and the voices of people talking together form a delicate balance.

In such a place full of life, Xiyuan Temple can let itself relax, drink, chat, and light a cigarette, maybe take a few puffs or not, anyway, it doesn't matter, Just watching the smoke floating in the air a little bit is enough to relax.

Jason's second glass of whiskey had bottomed out, and Saizonoji had licked off the froth off his lips as he drank the last sip of beer.

This authoritative heart surgeon looked at Xiyuansi, who looked lazy under the warm yellow light, and still felt that he really liked him.

He took advantage of his drunkenness to ask a routine question every year: "I really want to match you and my daughter together, don't you really think about it?"

Xiyuan Temple heard this question and heard his ears callused. He didn't answer, just smiled and looked at Dr. Jason.

Jason sighed quietly: "Okay, okay, you don't like girls. I know, I won't ask."

Xiyuan Temple really laughed out loud now, he knew what Dr. Jason said, but when he came back next year, he would still ask that question until he got off the list and brought his other half to see him .

Xiyuanji put out the lit but unsmoked cigarette in the ashtray, paid the money and left with Jason.Mrs. Jason kindly invited him to live at home no matter what this time he came.

The bell hanging on the door of the tavern made a series of tinkling sounds as the two pushed the door away, especially when the tavern was not noisy between band performances.A small number of guests subconsciously looked up when they heard the bell, then looked away and chatted slowly with their friends.

A suspicious voice suddenly came from a table in the corner of the tavern.

"Huh? The guy who just left looks like the player who was promoted to our group this season!"

"Which one? That Japanese player you mentioned with a slim waist, long legs, a good face and good skills?"

"Can you speak! Why do you speak so maliciously about such good human words!"

"I'm to blame. After listening to your description, this is what I came up with in my brain. And you also said that people rolled your eyes at you just after a match. Can he roll your eyes if you don't recruit him? You owe it .”

"???"

"But, you read it wrong, there is no activity here, why did he come all the way from Japan?"

"Yeah, maybe I misread it." Dylan picked up a few nuts from the snack plate and chewed them. , I didn’t see clearly anyway, maybe it’s really not him.”

Dylan's eyes fell on the seats where the two had just sat, and there was still a wisp of smoke coming out of the ashtray.He thought to himself, the man in Xiyuan Temple didn't look like a smoker either.

"Brother, think about it every day and dream at night." The friend looked at his eyes and lightly made up the knife.

"Shut up you!"

The author has something to say:

All settings are for the convenience of the two of them in the future to spill blood and fall in love!

Run wildly on the broad avenue of the brainless sweet novel!