drifting in the north

"Mom, is Northeast China really as beautiful as you say?"

"Of course, didn't you learn the poem by the chairman in Chinese class? The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow..."

"Isn't that talking about Beijing?"

"Stupid, the winter in the Northeast is a thousand times more beautiful than what is said in that word."

"I want to see it."

"Da Baozi, grow up quickly, Mom is still waiting to borrow your light."

……

"I want to do it again..."

"roll!"

"It hurts the first time..."

"Fuck you!"

"Baby, darling, Xiao Feifei..."

"Beasts!"

"come on."

"You fucking get up..."

"good……"

Click!

"Zhou Hang, what the hell kind of hotel did you find—"

……

"Are you coming to the wedding?"

"Are you short of something to mess with?"

"Lingfei."

"Hey, here we are."

"do not do that."

"I don't want to break with you."

"..."

"Is it ok?"

"what ever."

……

"How did I give birth to such a worthless thing like you!"

"God, I always thought it was my mother who came into the delivery room."

"you……"

"Don't get excited, it's not good for the liver."

"roll!"

"Bye-Bye."

……

"You always compete with your father. If I had such a father, I would have respected him in a different way."

"Then we two will become brothers?"

"Your brain can't rotate at a normal frequency?"

"Then I'm [-]%...oh no, [-]% won't look for you, Zhou Hang."

……

What color is heaven?gold?White?transparent color?Ling Fei felt dizzy, many colors crowded on the retina, just like the kaleidoscope he played with when he was a child.The difference is that the kaleidoscope will make the child happy, but at this moment, he only feels uncomfortable.

"Wake up, wake up, the patient is awake!"

The woman's sharp voice irritated the eardrums again, so there was no good place left on her body.

When Ling Fei realized that the woman who ruined his eardrums was actually Nightingale, the old man Ling had already led several burly men in black clothes, black trousers and black sunglasses to slowly surround his hospital bed, not even a fly could fly away. Come in.

Ling Fei wanted to say, old man, you don’t need to be on such high alert. My four arms and legs don’t belong to me anymore. I don’t know if it’s because of a broken nerve or something else. up.But as soon as he moved his lips, the pain was like a needle pricking his nerves.

Before he could be surprised, a cotton swab soaked in water came before his eyes, and then wet his lips bit by bit.

Nightingale's voice is not flattering, but the fingers are beautiful.

"The broken ribs hurt the lungs." Someone gave the old man a chair with a wink, so at this moment, the old man was sitting in front of the hospital bed, and behind him was the black barrier made of human flesh.

"What else..." Ling Fei finally managed to squeeze out three words after going through all kinds of hardships, and then sadly found that his voice had become sandpaper.

"Broken arm."

"Where are the legs?"

"Don't worry, I'm not paralyzed."

Ling Fei laughed slowly. Occasionally, it is very convenient for father and son to feel this kind of thing.

Secretary Liao walked in from the door and whispered to Old Man Ling for a while, and when Old Man Ling said he understood, Secretary Liao turned around and left without even looking at the hospital bed.

Ling Fei was so injured that he cursed aggrievedly and angrily: "Cold-blooded animal!"

It was old man Ling who defended his subordinates, and he sighed with a helpless expression on his face: "Don't worry, my ancestor, Xiao Liao just contacted another private hospital, and we will go there tomorrow."

"We?" Ling Fei tried hard to catch the key words.

"Nonsense, could it be that I went to recuperate?!" Mr. Ling has never figured out why it is always so difficult to communicate with his son.

Ling Fei didn't even bother to persuade the old man to stop being excited. After all, as the chief culprit, he always used such fake care to make the other party angry. Uh, he felt guilty for doing too much.But he was going to be transferred just after waking up...it was not unusual.

"Old man, what are you afraid of?" Intuition told Ling Fei that there was something going on here, and it was something he didn't know about.

Fortunately, Mr. Ling didn't intend to hide it from him, and said bluntly: "This car accident is not an accident, someone wants to attack you."

Ling Fei frowned, looking very incomprehensible: "I've been very obedient recently, and I haven't done anything bad that both people and gods are angry with."

Old man Ling's chest heaved violently, but he couldn't shout at the mummy-like bastard, so he could only grit his teeth word by word: "It's coming for me."

"Oh——" Ling Fei deliberately dragged out the end of the sound, as if suddenly enlightened.

He remembered that Secretary Liao had told him to be careful when going out a while ago, but since nothing happened, he forgot about it. Now that he thought about it, he was afraid that the other party had planned it for a long time.

Old man Ling has become numb to Ling Fei's abnormality.He used to be so angry that he would jump his feet, but now he only hopes that his son will be safe and sound, even if he is just waiting to die, he can spend his whole life in a stable position.In the past, he couldn't think about it. He always felt that he was the most tragic father in the world. He wished to give all the good things, even his own heart, to his son, but he was dismissive.These years, I don’t think so anymore. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older. When I get old, I always like to look back on the past. Looking back, I can’t help but have some reflections.Later, old man Ling accepted his fate, thinking that he might really owe his son.

"I'm doing those businesses, too..." Old man Ling seldom hesitated to speak, and when this happens, most of the words that follow are too difficult to say, such as embarrassment.

"It's because of me that you want to say it again." Ling Fei is rare to be so considerate, "What are you afraid of, explain boldly and heartily, I'm listening."

Old man Ling sighed, and when Ling Fei woke up, he couldn't count the number of times he sighed with his hands.But this time, people could clearly feel the exhaustion and powerlessness of the sigher.Mr. Ling waved his hand lightly, all the barriers in black clothes retreated, and the last one to leave thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

Ling Fei wanted to praise his well-trained, but when he met the bloodshot eyes of old man Shang Ling, he was stunned.

There were too many deep emotions in those eyes that belonged to his father, complicated and depressing.

Ling Fei heard the old man say: "I'm just a son like you. I really didn't expect you to be more talented. Maybe I once counted on it, but now I definitely don't think about it. I just hope that I will die in the future, and the money I earn will be enough You are ruined forever."

Ling Fei wanted to laugh, but was burned by the heat in his eyes.

Silence spread between the two father and son like weeds, obviously only a foot away, one looking down and the other looking up, but it seemed that too many things were separated.

The other father gave the child living expenses, but the old man of his family saved money for him.Oh, knowing a son is better than a father, the old man knows best about his incompetence.It's like that secret hatred, if the son doesn't tell, the old man really can't feel it?

What a liar.

But no one wants to touch it.

But at this moment, the hatred is gone.real.Ling Fei himself finds it incredible, maybe it's because he walked before the gate of hell and experienced life and death, and now he is at peace like never before.When he was hit, a lot of things went through his mind. He thought he was going to die, so he used a few tenths of a second to review his short life, and found that he didn't do anything.According to the standards of Xu Sanduo in "Soldier Assault", he has never done a meaningful thing in his life.And when he was about to wake up, many things from the past came together in his dream again.Those things that he thought he had forgotten or didn't remember at all, one after another, were clear and profound.He thought he didn't care about anything, but it turned out that he cared too much about everything.

If you can't let it go, it becomes a knot in your heart.So he doesn't want to hate anymore.Whether it's Zhou Hang or the old man.

"I have a big life. Haven't you heard of disasters lasting thousands of years?" Finally, Ling Fei broke the silence, although any words could spark annoyance from his mouth, "This is my fate. Stop taking credit for yourself."

Old man Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, like an old-fashioned 586 computer desperately trying to decipher the code——what the brat said just now was not trying to comfort him in reverse.It's going to rain red...

"Cough," old man Ling coughed lightly, his eyes drifting away from his son's face unconsciously, "after a while you can go to the ground, you can go to another place to recuperate your wounds, Shenzhen is not safe."

"No way, I'm not the president of the United States, and I still guard against assassination every day." Ling Fei's words were just to relieve the old man's pressure, but it turned out to be the opposite. The face on the opposite side became even darker, as if there would be a drama in the next second Poison darts flew over and killed his son.

Sighing, Ling Fei resigned to his fate: "Change, it's time to travel."

"I'll ask Xiao Liao to contact Beijing..." Mr. Ling was interrupted before he could speak.

"I don't want it." Ling Fei was decisive.He knew that the old man still had some foundation there, and theoretically speaking, that place was the best haven of refuge, but he really didn't want to be hurt and suffer.As far as the border of Beijing is concerned, it used to be okay to just stay there, but now, it’s like a big open-air parking lot, with many cars and lack of oxygen.

"Then Yunnan. Didn't you plan to go there before? I think it's good to recuperate there, and it's far away, so it should be safer." Ling Fei said no or no, no matter what the reason, of course most of him would also I'm too lazy to explain the reason to you, so Mr. Ling is very experienced and settles for the next best thing.

Yunnan.

Ling Fei lowered his eyes, planning his trip to Lijiang with great interest was only a few days ago, but now it feels like it happened in a previous life.

"I want to go to Shenyang." After he finished speaking, he went to see old man Ling.

Sure enough, the latter's brows almost protruded from the edge of his forehead.

"Don't make trouble!"

Ling Fei suspected that the old man had suffered some inhuman abuse there, so that place name became a needle in his heart.

"Who always makes trouble with you? I'm in my 30s." But now he's going, not the old man, he doesn't care whether it's needled or not. "I miss my mother. I haven't gone for so many years." Sweep her grave."