narrow red

Ying Xiaonong came out of the ward building, the sun was shining brightly, there was a golden sweet-scented osmanthus flower under the wall opposite the parking lot, he walked over and sat down among the blossoming branches, his pale face was more colorful than the flowers.

Father, siblings, property... He pinched his temples tiredly, took out his mobile phone and dialed Shi Kuoting's number, the monotonous phone rang for half a time, and then answered: "Xiao Nong!"

With a familiar voice, Ying Xiaonong couldn't express how he felt: "...you are such a fool."

"It's been so many days, why don't you call me!"

Ying Xiaonong's tense nerves relaxed: "Miss me?"

"roll."

"I didn't call you, so you can't call me?"

"Why do I love calling you so much," Shi Kuoting muttered, "Your family is rich, why should I make trouble?"

Ying Xiaonong picked up a wooden stick and poked the ant nest under his feet: "Let me hear Xiaobao's voice."

"Forget it, you flirt for 5 minutes, and I'll flirt for half an hour."

"Stop talking nonsense," Ying Xiaonong paused, "I miss her."

Shi Kuoting sighed: "She has been crying and just fell asleep."

"Diarrhea?" Ying Xiaonong was worried, "Fever?"

"Thinking of what you think," Kuo Ting was also tired these days, taking care of the children alone and supporting the club by himself, "I stretched out my little hand all day to ask for my mother, and I told her that you went back to your mother's house."

"..." Ying Xiaonong grinds his teeth, "Your surname is Shi, your skin is tight again, isn't it?"

"It's tight," Shi Kuoting challenged him, "When will you come back to deal with me?"

Ying Xiaonong threw down the stick that poked the ant hole: "My dad has cancer."

Silence on the other end of the phone.

"In the late stage," Ying Xiaonong was very calm, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, "it's been a few days, and we are all waiting to divide the property."

"Where are you?" Shi Kuoting said immediately, "I'll go there."

Ying Xiaonong's eye sockets were a little hot, and he endured it: "Don't come."

"Don't you miss Xiaobao? I'll take the baby to see you."

Ying Xiaonong imagined the scene for a while, the old man about 1.8 meters was holding a little baby named "Mom", and he dragged his family to look for him, he couldn't afford to lose this person: "Forget it, I see It will annoy you."

Shi Kuoting ignored his foul mouth: "You have something to do, buddy must be here."

Ying Xiaonong smiled: "No need, Lao Kuang is with me, and he will take care of it if something happens."

With Kuangzheng's help, Shi Kuoting was relieved, and changed the phone: "I said, Xiaobao and I will wait for you at home, and we will carry it together when the sky falls."

"Well," Ying Xiaonong's voice was very soft, "hang up."

"Hey," Shi Kuoting called him, "Then what..."

Ying Xiaonong raised her neck, looking at the golden sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on her head, reflecting the cloudless blue sky.

"I haven't told you about my dad, have I?" Shi Kuoting took a deep breath, "He has me in his 40s and treats me as much as he wants... But I always feel that there is a generation gap with him, especially After my mother left, he drank a lot of wine and seemed to be a different person, if it wasn't for Bao Chin, I don't know how many times he ran away from home."

The first time Ying Xiaonong heard him talk about the old man, it turned out that the two of them are the same, they are both middle-aged sons whose father yearned for the stars and the moon.

"Later my dad was hospitalized, and I thought the old guy should leave if he wants to, because he is getting old," Shi Kuoting spoke slowly, "but the day he really left..."

Ying Xiaonong held his breath, from Shi Kuoting's words, he heard remorse.

"If God can give me another chance, I will definitely cherish the last few years, even if he drinks to death and beats me all over the place."

Ying Xiaonong clenched the corners of her mouth.

"But," Shi Kuoting exhaled slowly, "There is no chance."

The son wanted to support him but he would not wait for his relatives. Ying Xiaonong looked up at the ward on the third floor and replied, "I see."

He hung up the phone, got up and went upstairs, Duan Ruting and the executives had already left, only Kuang Zheng and two small Duan were in the small living room, he walked through the lounge into the ward, the nurse was spraying medicine into the old man's nebulizer, see him Come in, drop your stuff and get out.

Ying Xiaonong sat down by the bed, Duan Youxi closed his eyes, leaned back on the raised pillow, gritted his teeth, and endured the severe pain caused by the erosion of cancer cells.

"Medicine..." The old man coughed continuously, but he couldn't cough up anything. Ying Xiaonong saw the film in the doctor's office, and his chest was full of fluid.

He wanted painkillers, and there were two on the table. Ying Xiaonong went to get them, only to realize that his hands were shaking. An "unworthy" son like him couldn't remain indifferent to his dying father. .

The old man took a sip of the medicine, swallowed it with saliva, raised his eyes, and saw an unexpected face, three parts yang and seven parts yin, like silk-wrapped agate rubbed with oil, magnificently beautiful.

He froze, staring at this difficult-to-please son, unable to believe that he was here, illuminating his hospital bed like a ray of light.

"What are you looking at?" Ying Xiaonong sat back on the chair with a cold face, and raised his chin at him, "Lie down well."

"I see my eldest son..." Duan Youxi couldn't recover, "He looks really good."

Nonsense, Ying Xiaonong rolled his eyes: "My mother looks good."

Yes, he looks like Xu Aiyin, too much like him, he frowned and blinked, vividly, "You know how to come to see me before bed," Duan Youxi has a stubborn temper, and he can't say nice things well, "Let's see when I die?"

Ying Xiaonong held his breath in his throat: "You think I'd like to see you, my buddy asked me to come."

Dude... Duan Youxi had a weird look on his face, and he kept silent.

"Okay, you go to sleep," Ying Xiaonong turned his head away, obviously caring, but said obstinately, "Raise your energy so you can scold me."

Duan Youxi refused to sleep, fearing that his son would disappear if he closed his eyes, his tone was strong, but he said submissive words: "I don't want to care about your crap."

Ying Xiaonong thought he was referring to Danjiaoer, and snorted.

"Life is your own." Duan Youxi seemed to be entangled in something, with a complicated expression, "How do you want to live... with whom, from now on I will let you."

Um?Ying Xiaonong frowned, feeling that his words seemed a bit wrong.

"Your... buddy," Duan Youxi tried his best to say, "Young man is very energetic."

ah?Ying Xiaonong has a bad feeling.

"I've found someone to go to the house you rented," Duan Youxi was embarrassed, "I saw the photos, and the person... is passable."

Ying Xiaonong choked on her saliva and stood up abruptly: "What are you talking about, old man!"

Duan Youxi, who is so old-fashioned, put on an ambiguous expression of "Don't pretend, I understand", and said unnaturally: "It's all your mother's fault, for making you so beautiful."

Fuck me!Ying Xiaonong grabbed the phone that Duan Youxi threw on the bedside, it was on the lock screen, he entered his fucking birthday as a matter of course, but the screen shook, but it failed.

He came up angrily: "Password!"

Duan Youxi's voice was not loud: "Your birthday."

Ying Xiaonong was startled, his palms tightened unconsciously, and he silently entered his birthday, the next second the screen shook again, the password was wrong

"..." Ying Xiaonong rolled his eyes, "Are you demented?"

"Lunar calendar." Duan Youxi looked at this silly son. No one in the Duan family knew the birthdays of their mother and son, so he couldn't use it as a password.

Ying Xiaonong was a little embarrassed: "What is my lunar birthday?"

"October twenty."

On October [-] of the lunar calendar, even if Duan Youxi really got Alzheimer's disease, he would never forget this day. On a windy day, his first child was born, crying loudly and so beautifully.

Ying Xiaonong clicked on the mobile phone photo album, which was densely packed with photos of herself, black jacket with unicorn head embroidered, high-turned colorful skirt and water sleeves, Xiao Bao who was eating fingers in her arms, protecting them when they crossed the road. In Kuo Ting, the whole family is laughing, their eyes are bent when they smile, and anyone who looks at it is happy.

"The children are all raised," said Duan Youxi, with deeply sunken eye sockets on his skinny face, "I can't control it, and I can't control it, besides... I can't see anymore."

"No..." Ying Xiaonong wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start, "He picked up the child, and it has nothing to do with me! I said don't pick it up, but he insisted. mom……"

Duan Youxi didn't say anything, but just looked at him tolerantly. He had never been so relieved, like a long-term knife with rusted edges, or like a dying candle that was about to burn out. Ying Xiaonong clearly understood I felt that this tough man, this stubborn father, was about to leave him.

He no longer argues, whether he is a woman on stage or off stage, and whether He Shi Kuoting is a buddy or a lover, these are not important, what is important is that at this moment, their father and son have crossed the long-standing gully and brought them together. Facing contradictions, try to compromise, so that they can face each other calmly.

"Why didn't you find Kuangzheng?" Duan Youxi asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Ying Xiaonong confused him.

Duan Youxi was very weak, holding his body up: "Kang is a good man."

Ying Xiaonong opened his mouth, unable to believe that his stubborn father still has the heart to accept him as a man disguised as a woman, accepting that he has a "boyfriend", and even secretly poking at him to choose a better one: "I said, can you not mess with the strings?"

"Is he not your kind?" Duan Youxi asked.

Yes... On the contrary, Ying Xiaonong scratched his hair: "Whether he is that kind of person has nothing to do with me."

Duan Youxi nodded: "I think the second child likes him quite a lot."

Ying Xiaonong's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets: "Which one of your eyes saw that your daughter liked him?" They were obviously about to fight!

"The second child is afraid of him," Duan Youxi watched Duan Ruting and Kuang Zheng confront each other when the high-level officials forced the palace, "She has never been afraid of anyone except me."

"Come on you," Ying Xiaonong said honestly, "Your daughter is like that, who knows if she wants to find a boy or a girl."

Duan Youxi's face froze.

"Besides, there's someone here," Ying Xiaonong wanted to stop his father from thinking about it, and no one would want to chopsticks off the dishes on Baochan's plate, "Don't look at that guy's flirtatious face. , absolutely desperate."

Duan Youxi doesn't believe that he is determined, he loves Xu Aiyin so much, it's not because he has three wives and four concubines.

"Besides," Ying Xiaonong dropped the phone, "Kang is the person on my side. With the current situation of our family, the second child will be fine if he doesn't use his hands. How is it possible..."

Suddenly, he realized something. Duan Youxi never spoke indiscriminately. Since he said this, maybe he meant to let go, and wanted to reconsider the issue of heirs according to Kuang Zheng's suggestion.

"I haven't heard you sing an opera yet." During this period, Youxi changed the subject.

Ying Xiaonong was taken aback, "play", this is the word his father hates the most.

Duan Youxi coughed violently, clutched his chest and said, "Give me some."

Let’s talk like a connoisseur who understands opera, Ying Xiaonong thought for a while, and slowly got up from the chair, without makeup, without clothes, with his left wrist forward, which is to hold the rein, and his right hand is stroked upward, which is to pick feathers , the eyes must be, just like a princess of Shuangyang:

"Shaking the silk reins spurred the peach blossom war horse," his voice was really sweet, like a puddle of water, moistening people's hearts, "Running to the end of the world for the son-in-law!"

Duan Youxi stared at him unblinkingly, reluctantly, but had to admit that his son was born to be an opera singer, and his every gesture was like a jade like a rainbow.

Ying Xiaonong turned around gracefully: "There is only a piece of red clouds in the green hills, and the swallows return to their nests and the birds throw themselves into the forest, which is like a painting." He squinted his eyes slightly, with a graceful attitude, "I left the country in Shuangyang and left the country to leave home!"

Leaving the country and leaving home, the corners of Duan Youxi's old eyes were moist. This son has been away from home for so long that a father like him is willing to give everything in exchange for him to change his mind.

Ying Xiaonong raised the corners of his mouth and let out a charming smile: "Sound Xiao Xiao is used to long-distance horses marching for thousands of miles. No one can be seen in the towering mountains, and he rushes to rush the horses regardless of the rough roads—"

He raised his eyebrows, facing his father on the hospital bed: "We are at a fork in the road, and the road has two forks!"

Their father and son, the entire Duan family, and Aiyin Group are facing a fatal fork in the road. If they take this step correctly, everyone will be safe and sound. If they take the wrong step, they will be smashed to pieces in an instant.

The sun outside the window was golden red like jewels, shining on Ying Xiaonong's body from behind, Duan Youxi exhausted his last bit of strength to appreciate the beauty, and then said softly: "Let Kuang Zheng find a lawyer, I will immediately will."