If you don't bend, I will be blackened!

Zhang Zucong's eyes turned cold. He really didn't understand why the old man hated Bai Jinyi so much. He was obviously an extremely well-behaved child, pure and kind.

During Bai Jinyi's five years in the old house, even if Zhang Zucong didn't pay much attention to Bai Jinyi at that time, he sometimes felt that Bai Jinyi was doing a good enough job.

When Bai Jin was ten years old, the old man broke his leg. There were many servants at home, but the old man had a bad temper, and he used crutches to serve him. Few servants dared to follow behind him all the time.

Instead, the ten-year-old child followed him all the time. Zhang Zucong still remembers how Bai Jin pushed the wheelchair.

The small body is not much taller than the wheelchair, and the wheelchair is full of sweat, and the eyes are bright, and the expression of grievance has never appeared, let alone complained.

Zhang Zucong thought that even his own son might not be able to achieve this level.

Hearing the old man bite one wild species, Zhang Zucong's tall body slightly turned sideways, dissatisfaction overflowed in his eyes, and he rushed straight at the old man unceremoniously: "Dad, if Bai Lin knew that Bai Bai was wronged by us, I'm afraid going to be sad."

The old man's face was uncomfortable when his son said that, and he knew that his words were too much, he snorted coldly and said: "I don't care, you have to get married if you don't get married, or you have to get married if you don't get married!"

Zhang Zucong calmed down at this moment. He squinted his eyes and glanced at Ni Hong, and said, "Of course the knot is tied, but I have to follow my rhythm. If you force me like this, I can only break up with Ni Hong." , It’s not a good person to influence me, and it’s no big deal to be a bad person again.”

The rebellious words caused the old man's chest to heave violently. He gasped for breath, his hair was bristling with anger, and he couldn't say a word when he looked at Zhang Zucong.

Seeing the old man like this, Ni Hong hurriedly stepped forward and said sadly, "Brother Cong, it's fine if you want to get married, there's no need to be so angry with Uncle."

Zhang Zucong saw a flash of anxiety in the old man's eyes, but he didn't say anything, and turned around to leave.

His plan is only to get engaged, not to get married.

As soon as they arrived at the door, there was a burst of exclamation behind them: "Chairman丨" "Uncle!"

Zhang Zucong turned his head sharply to see the old man vomit blood, and pointed at Zhang Zucong: "Nizi! Nizi..." After speaking, he passed out.

Before Zhang Zucong had time to think about it, he rushed over and picked up the old man on his back and rushed him to the hospital.

"Commander Zhang, this is an old injury from before. The hematemesis caused by shortness of breath is not a big problem." The doctor glanced at the report, pushed his glasses, paused, and said, "However, there is a little shadow on the old man's intestines. The initial suspicion is Does the tumor need further examination?" Zhang Zucong looked a little dull: "Tumor?"

The doctor patted Zhang Zucong, but in fact he was already close to ten, and said that further examination was just a consolation.

"Don't worry, it hasn't been diagnosed yet."

Zhang Zucong didn't know when the doctor left. Zhang Zucong's hands and feet felt weak when he realized it.

The old man was on the battlefield when he was young, and he had a bad temper. Zhang Zucong was often beaten.

The old man Zhang Zucong is also displeased and rebellious in various ways, so until now the old man still serves him with a stick at every turn.

Full of energy.

It never occurred to Zhang Zucong that the old man's intestines would have room to grow.

Even if the doctor said that Zhang Zucong was not sure, he didn't feel relieved. After all, if he could shoot it, there was more or less a problem.

Just big or small.

Zhang Zucong lit a cigarette, stood at the door of the ward and watched the old man fall asleep without moving for a long time.

Until a ringtone of the mobile phone brought back Zhang Zucong's thoughts, Zhang Zucong took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, his brows and eyes were slightly soft: "For nothing?"

"Uncle Cong, is your place okay? If not, I'll eat by myself."

Bai Jinyi's voice on the phone was filled with imperceptible grievances, but he was still caught by Zhang Zucong. He glanced at the ward and said, "The old man is sick. I will eat it yourself in the hospital."

"Grandpa is sick? I'm going over now!"

When Zhang Zucong heard the anxious voice over there and the sound of running, he could imagine Bai Jinyi putting on his shoes in a panic in his mind.She gave a low laugh, pursed her lips and said, "Don't come, just stay at home obediently, and I'll go back when I'm done."

Bai Jinyi was silent for a while, Zhang Zucong pulled the phone slightly to make sure it was not hung up, and then frowned: "Huh?"

Bai Jinyi smiled awkwardly, and said in a somewhat lost voice: "That's right, Grandpa can't recover well after I came, so please say hello to Grandpa for me, I'll wait for you to come back at home."

After speaking, I hung up.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Zhang Zucong sighed.

The next day, when the old man's examination results came out, the members of the Zhang family surrounded him.

The doctor looked into the eyes of several famous figures in various fields, especially Zhang Zucong, sweating profusely, and said: "The old man has a malignant tumor in his intestine."

In the end, the doctor's voice has weakened, and he always feels that his job is not guaranteed.

Even though Zhang Zucong had been preparing all night, he still couldn't help trembling.

He stepped forward and pushed the doctor against the wall, his eyes were red, and said, "Say it again, how likely is it to misdiagnose?"

The doctor's neck was blocked, and he patted Zhang Zucong's hand with both hands, breathing quickly: "Yes, the possibility of misdiagnosis is not ruled out..." "Zu Cong."

Zhang Zucong turned around and saw the old man sitting up, his face was a little pale and he said, "Let me go!"

The words are rarely harsh, but the tone is morbid.

Zhang Zucong let go of his hand abruptly, glanced at the doctor, and pursed his lips: "Sorry."

The two fathers looked at each other for a few seconds. The old man sighed, and said a little irritably, "I don't know why you are impatient. I'm not in a hurry. I haven't seen anything in my life? Isn't it just a tumor?"

Zhu Qingfang glanced at Zhang Zucong, with a sad look on her face: "Dad, Fifth Brother is also worried about you."

The old man looked at Zhang Zucong, who did not deny it.

He snorted coldly, not forgetting his grudge, pointed at Zhang Zucong and said, "He's angry with me for growing things."

Zhang Zucong pursed his lips and said nothing.

At noon, the old man insisted on going home, but no one could stop him, so he had to go back.

But after returning, Zhang Zucong called foreign experts to visit the old house for observation.

After lunch, the old man said he was tired and wanted to rest and went upstairs, Zhang Zucong pursed his lips and followed.

Seeing the old man smoking in the study, he frowned and said, "You still want to smoke."

Zhang Zucong was about to spoil a few words, but when he thought of the old man's illness, he swallowed it again.

The old man shook off the cigarette ash and glanced at Zhang Zucong, then curled his lips: "I didn't expect that it was the first time I saw you subdued."

Zhang Zucong snorted and walked over to snuff out his gun, and said, "Don't be too afraid, medical technology is advanced."

"Afraid? What international joke are you talking about? When I was in Vietnam, I copied a class by myself. It's just a little illness. What should I be afraid of?" The old man jumped up and pointed at Zhang Zucong's nose.

Zhang Zucong glanced at him, but this time he didn't choke: "I used to show off my dad to people in the compound."

When Zhang Zucong was young, the old man was always young and rarely went home in the army, and his mother was busy managing hurricanes, and there was a big age difference with his brothers and sisters, jumping up and down like wild monkeys all day long.

Relying on the fact that my dad is the commander-in-chief, there are countless fans in the military compound, and I lead a group of small followers all day long to make troubles.

No matter how anxious the two fathers are, they are still father and son.

The old man laughed: "You used to give me a lot of trouble. At that time, I went to the birthday party of the chief of staff's daughter with me. You grabbed someone's cat and threw it into the pond. The cat in the cold weather was almost a year old. Throw it away, and from then on, little girls will cry when they see you."

Zhang Zucong also remembered this. He was really stupid at that time.

It was the first time in so many years that the two father and son were so harmonious in the study room.

"It's been so long in a blink of an eye," the old man sighed, "You've already made a name for yourself."

Zhang Zucong smiled and said nothing.

The old man walked up to the balcony, and Zhang Zucong followed.

I saw the old man staring at the fruiting peach tree in the yard, with unclear emotions in his eyes, but Zhang Zucong had never seen it before.It was a look in the eyes of a man worried about his child as a father.

This look made Zhang Zucong a little dazed, and his heart tightened slightly.

"I'm not worried about you big brothers anymore," the old man said slowly, perhaps because of his illness, the old man's tone became much calmer in just one night, "I'm only worried about you, and I'm satisfied if I can see you get married I really can't figure out why you and Ni Hong are so good that you have children, why don't you want to get married?"

Zhang Zucong pursed his lips and said nothing, he narrowed his eyes slightly, did not answer, and resisted the old man with silence.

The old man couldn't get an answer, so he got angry again, and quickly waved Zhang Zucong to get out of here.

Zhang Zucong didn't bother, he patted his butt and went home first.

When Zhang Zucong arrived home, Bai Jinyi was wearing an apron and learning how to cook with his aunt.

Seeing Zhang Zucong coming back, he hurried over and asked, "How is grandpa? Is it serious?"

Zhang Zucong stayed up all day and night, looking a little tired, thought for a while, and said, "No big problem."

When he saw Bai Jinyi heaved a sigh of relief, he smiled, took off his tie and hung it on the coat rack, and dragged Bai Jinyi up to the bedroom on the second floor.

Zhang Zucong hugged Bai Jinyi and lay down on the bed, neither of them said a word.

Bai Jin stretched out his hand to caress Zhang Zucong's curled eyelashes, seeing Zhang Zucong frowned, and hurriedly retracted, fearing to disturb Zhang Zucong.

Zhang Zucong stretched out his hand to hold Bai Jinyi's hand, opened his deep eyes, and asked, "Is the vinegar bun fried?"

Bai Jin was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said: "You are very tired, I will ask after you have rested."

Zhang Zucong's eyes softened, he grabbed Bai Jinyi's palm and kissed it on his lips, "So generous?"

"It's not generous," Bai Jinyi shook his head, and then said softly after a pause, "You weren't with me when you were with Aunt Ni Hong, so I can't blame you."

Bai Jinyi clasped Zhang Zucong's hand, pressed his forehead against Zhang Zucong's chest, and said in a muffled voice: "On the contrary, I will be glad that you have a child, because I will not feel so guilty if I can give grandpa an explanation. After all, I... You can't give Uncle Cong a child."

Zhang Zucong's pupils trembled. Hearing Bai Jinyi's words, he had a thin layer of goosebumps. No matter what, he couldn't believe that the words were spoken by a child under twenty.

In addition to shock, but also distressed.

Feeling sorry for Bai Jinyi's sensibility, this kind of heartache is not too much, just like drinking a sip of sour vinegar, the sourness overflows his chest.

"But seeing you and Aunt Ni Hong standing in the eyes of everyone's recognition," Bai Jinyi's voice trembled slightly, "while I was standing outside looking at you like a stranger, I was still very sad. ...." The author has something to say to believe that all knives are for sweetness!

Don't rush, it's getting sweeter.

Anyway, Gou Cong set an absolute flag, you want to slap me in the face? Bai Bai: "It's okay, I understand Uncle Cong."

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[Today is a white card punching machine pretending to be sensible]