Do you know that the person you like is me?

"dad."

The long-lost name drew Jiang Cheng's attention back, and he turned his head quickly, only to see Jiang Zi leaning on the clothes hanger with bare feet and a pale face, smiling bitterly, and the white sheets were flying behind him, as if he was going to put this Skinny schoolboy engulfed.

He subconsciously stepped forward and hugged the tall body of the other party, but he who was always gentle and temperless in front of his son said loudly: "You scared me to death!!"

"I'm sorry, Dad..."

There was a cry in Jiang Zi's voice, and the next moment, warm liquid fell and slid over his ears.Most of Jiang Cheng's anger disappeared in an instant.

"But I really wanted to die, I really wanted to..."

Feeling his son's arms tightening his grip tightly, without a sense of security, Jiang Cheng could only try his best to hug him back.Let Jiang Zi babble on and on.

"When I took off my shoes and stood up, I was still thinking, 'It's easy to die like this'. But my feet couldn't move anymore, I really couldn't step out. Seeing such a tall building, the thought of jumping Subconsciously, I’m still afraid of the final result.”

"I still don't have the courage to do it. I know I'm going to die but I can only be a ghost who is afraid of death."

"I'm really scared, afraid of illness, and even more afraid of death, Dad..."

Jiang Cheng hugged his son's body even tighter.

Although he wanted to cry, Jiang Cheng scolded his son.

"If you just jump down like this, you are irresponsible to your life, and you are irresponsible to yourself! There are more things that need you to be responsible for! Do you know!"

Jiang Zi whimpered, the scorching sun at noon scorched the ground, he felt his feet, neck, and clothes were all scorched and scorched.

The man in front of him who is much shorter than him is his last relative, the last person who will accompany him.He was the only one who was with him.

I just need to be responsible for this only relative.

When Jiang Zi was crying, Jiang Cheng said in a hoarse voice: "...In order to treat your illness, I have already sold the house..."

Jiang Zi looked down at his father in surprise.

The only thing Jiang Cheng has done as a teacher for so long is to give father and son a home of their own. When they finally lived in it, they couldn't suppress their satisfaction, but they still despise him for not having any ambitions.Now, the greatest achievement of that man's life so far is gone.

The man took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, "The single room is too luxurious, and the savings on hand are not enough, but I don't want you to be disturbed by others when you are resting, so I sold the house. And The cost of treatment in the future will also be very high, so it is inevitable to sell it to get some cash..."

Jiang Zi still shouted: "I, I don't want treatment!"

Jiang Cheng shouted: "Now is not the time to mess around!"

Jiang Ziwei lowered his head and did not respond.

"Xiaobao...Jiang Zi, I beg you, please? Don't give up the treatment. You are not hopeless. As long as you take treatment, there is hope for recovery. Our life is still good, the same as before. ..."

When Jiang Zi raised his head, what he saw was his father's tearful face.

How long has his father not cried in front of him?Ever since he hated his father, he has always hated his tendency to cry. From time to time, he would dislike his father. A son is already this old, and he shed tears every now and then.But now, my father can only beg himself with tears.But what could save him?

If the house is sold and the son dies without any chance of delay, will the father also be unable to live?

He hugged the thin man again, whimpered and said, "Dad, I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry for my willfulness, for my cruelty, and for my selfishness.

Jiang Cheng stroked his hair: "Dad also has something to be sorry for you, as long as we get better, we still have a chance to make up for the past, okay?"

Jiang Zi's tears could no longer be stopped, and he nodded as he cried, "Okay, I'll treat it, Dad."

The author has something to say:

Because I think it is more suitable for this chapter to be developed separately, in view of the shortness, it is divided into upper and lower.

There is also two bad news.

One is that there are no more manuscripts/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Second, it is still a week of being abused by the experimental exam/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

I'm trying to update, see you next chapter. . .