[Shanshan is here] Please give me more advice for the rest of my life

If the first big event is a happy one, then the second one is a bit heavy.

Mr. Xiao was sent to the intensive care unit.

I didn't know about this until several days later, when I was working in the office, Uncle Li brought someone to pick me up, saying that the old man wanted to see me.

I didn't expect to see Mr. Xiao like this again. This powerful old man who has been iron-blooded all his life is sitting in a wheelchair, with a shriveled face, a thin figure, and a precarious, like a candle that will be extinguished in the cold wind at any time.

I can still remember the first time we met, he told me in a calm tone with blazing eyes and astonishing aura that we should forget about the past.

He has been a master for half his life, but now, it is nothing more than that. No one has ever escaped life, old age, sickness and death.

I later learned that he had been lying in the intensive care unit for nearly a week, and after many rescue efforts, no matter how strong a person is, he might be worn out.

My heart was in a mess and I couldn't speak.

He waved away the housekeeper and the doctor slightly, and motioned for me to push him for a walk in the garden.

It is the small garden of the old house of the Xiao family that I have been to. Probably because of the age and physical endurance of the old man, the juniors of the Xiao family no longer advocate drastic treatment methods such as surgery and chemotherapy. Willing to return to the old house, only here is equipped with a full set of first aid equipment and medical personnel.

When we reached the small field of irises, he motioned for me to stop.

"Xiao An was very similar to his father when he was young."

He used to never be called Xiao Wu by his nickname, but now he started to talk about his proudest grandson with an affectionate name like an ordinary old man.

It's not the first time I've heard someone mention that when Xiao Wu was a child, he liked flowers, birds, insects and fish, he could play the piano, he was good at painting, and he was protected like eyeballs. No matter how you look at it, he was a smart, willful, ignorant, beautiful girl. child.

It's completely different from him now.

The old man coughed a few times: "I sent someone to investigate thoroughly about his father's car accident."

I feel like my heart is being pulled.

With the status of the Xiao family, this is nothing more than a normal thing. When such a thing happened, it must be thoroughly investigated.

Not to mention the wrist of Mr. Xiao, who was still at the peak and firmly seated in the position of the leader of the Xiao family. At that time alone, the incident had just happened. Naturally, it was much easier than Xiao Wu's investigation after more than ten years. come out.

"It's normal for Xiao Wu to blame me."

He closed his eyes, and his voice was filled with indescribable exhaustion: "But at that time, I had just lost a son, and the Xiao family couldn't have no one to take over."

My heart was sore, and I couldn't speak for a long time.

The palm of the hand and the back of the hand are a proposition that is always difficult to decide, but for Xiao Wu at that time, there was never such a thing as the palm and the back of the hand. What he lost was almost the whole world.

"So later, you handed over the Xiao family to Xiao Wu?"

"No, he earned it by himself." He looked quietly at the yellow iris in front of his eyes, "I just taught him to fight for power, to intrigue, to buy people's hearts, to retaliate, to eat. People don't spit out their bones."

"I just told him what kind of world this is and what kind of Xiao family the Xiao family is. If he can't learn to eat people, he will be eaten."

I sniffed: "Like, his father?"

The old man didn't answer my question, but said: "His father has been outstanding since he was a child. He graduated with a full scholarship and was recommended to study abroad. After returning to China, he took over the company and handled it in an orderly manner."

He seemed to be lost in memories: "The most rare thing is that being born in such a family, you can still maintain respect and closeness to your parents, and be generous to your brothers, relatives and friends, let alone your wife and children."

I also know these, he can tell stories, grow flowers, make beautiful little bookmarks, drive all night to take his children to see the snow, he is so perfect.

However, he died.

I couldn't tell what it was like in my heart: "So, when Xiao Wu set up a trap with the Xiao family, if you made a wrong step, you wouldn't hold him back?"

"The Xiao family doesn't need an indecisive, incompetent successor."

"If he dares to do it, he must have the consciousness to bear failure."

"Even if the direction he is pointing at is your son?"

"I have no right to regret it." He closed his eyes slightly, and there was a strange smile on his face, "Xiao An, I personally raised him to look completely different from his father."

"What I can't do, he can do, as long as he is strong enough, whether it is psychology or ability."

Sometimes I feel that people like them are too cruel, both to others and to myself. Sometimes, I feel very understandable, but they never regret it, never look back, and go all the way to the dark. That's all.

The old man talked too much, and coughed again. I quickly patted his back to comfort him. The housekeeper who was guarding not far away was about to come, but he waved his hand to stop him: "Even if It's my fault, he is also the only pride left in my life."

I felt warmth in my eyes: "But you are also the only relative he can rely on all these years."

When I went back, it was still Uncle Li who saw me off. At the door, I ran into Xiao Ye's mother and son who also came to see the old man. After all, they were worried. Their expressions were also full of exhaustion and worry. Neither of them had any intention of greeting, so they nodded Signaled to leave.

Seeing that I was absent-minded, Uncle Li took the initiative to explain to me: "Xiao An has been staying in the hospital before, and now he is returning to the company to deal with things."

I forced a smile as a response.

When I got home, it was around [-]pm, and I called my parents.

They were probably eating, and the first thing they said was asking me if I had eaten, and I could guess it. If I answered that I had eaten, they would definitely ask what I ate.

To be honest, every time I call them, I just go over and over again, have you eaten, what to eat, whether work is going well, whether you are healthy or not, and put on more clothes when the temperature cools down.

But today it sounds a little warmer for no reason.

I couldn't sleep well that night, and I couldn't sleep after tossing and turning. When I was half asleep and half awake, my mind was full of chic and lovely picture albums for a while, and bookmarks with long red tassels hanging in my mind. The red tassels seemed to be bleeding.

It was after seven o'clock that I was woken up by the doorbell, and when I opened the door, I saw Xiao Wu standing outside.

It must have been frost outside. He was wearing a black overcoat. When he came in, he was chilled all over, but the bag in his hand was steaming with heat.

As the end of the year was approaching, there were many things to do. Uncle Li said that he stayed in the hospital for a few days, and after the old man returned to the old house, he returned to the company to deal with matters. As an ordinary person, he didn't know how exhausted he would be.

But he is not, even now, he has always looked as usual, and he has not even seen the slightest fluctuation in emotion. Even though he probably didn't have time to go back to change clothes last night, there was a little dusty smell, but there was no smell of smoke .

I put the food he brought in a bowl and took it out, and sat at the dining table with him to eat: "Why is it this time?"

He didn't answer, but for some reason he frowned slightly: "Did you not sleep well?"

I learned from him not to answer.

Mr. Xiao looked at me suspiciously for a while, then suddenly smiled: "It's noisy at home."

I think it is probably explaining why I came here now.

Both the porridge and pastries tasted good, but Mama Zhang probably didn't make them. He casually ate a few mouthfuls and then put down his chopsticks.

I seemed to have forgotten to eat last night, and now I finally felt a little hungry. I stopped and looked up at him while drinking porridge: "I can't eat so much."

Young Master Xiao paused for a rare moment.

It seems that he hasn't been picky eaters for a long time, and he's not used to it. He might be debating whether to continue eating.

I had finished my portion and cleared the table by the way.

Today is still a working day.

I was washing dishes in the kitchen, and I heard Xiao Wu calling outside, still in a very brief style, and asked someone to come pick him up.

I finished washing the dishes, went back to my room, changed my clothes, and sorted out the documents to be taken to the office. When I went out, I saw Xiao Wu who was leaning on the sofa and fell asleep.

After so many days of running between the hospital and the company, how can anyone really not be tired?

I stood there for a long time.

Resigned to his fate, he went back to the room, picked up a blanket and came out, then rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen, put the porridge down and cooked it, put the side dishes brought from home into a small plate, made a cold cucumber shreds, and then served A note was left on the desk.

When we went downstairs, the sky was already bright.

It is still a sunny day.