not as sweet as you

"Doctor Chen, tell me the truth, what is his condition now?" Lin Xicheng leaned against the wall of the hospital, under the pale light.

Luo Zhiyuan had just been pushed back to the ward by the nurse. He could no longer walk because of the illness. The severe bone pain made him wake up frequently in the middle of the night, and he gritted his teeth to endure the pain after another.

His body couldn't hold on to so many painkillers, and even if it could, it would have little effect.

The hospital was much quieter at night, with the miserable lights and a desperately gloomy atmosphere.

"Mr. Luo's illness is already very serious, and our hospital is working hard to find a bone marrow match. Of course, if he has immediate family members, such as sons and daughters... the chances of a successful match will be higher." Dr. Chen said.

Lin Xicheng had already taken a long vacation and took care of him in the hospital every day, watching Luo Zhiyuan lose weight day by day, tortured by illness as if he was 20 years old, squatting down in pain.

He put his hands on his head in despair, pulled his hair unconsciously, beat his head and said in a low voice, "Could it be... there is no other way... He is still so young, how can he..."

Dr. Chen was used to such scenes, he sighed lowly and helped him up: "Don't be too sad, our hospital is also working hard to find a match, and there is still hope."

Lin Xicheng clutched his mobile phone, seeing the news that he hadn't returned from the other side, he felt anxious for a while.

He has investigated that Luo Xing is a very good child, even if Zhao Jiulan treats him badly, he can still be so good, if he sees his biological father suffering like this.

Father and son are connected, and he is so kind, he will definitely soften his heart.

The most important thing right now is to let him come to see Luo Zhiyuan and see how he is suffering from the pain.

Lin Xicheng knew that he couldn't push too hard. After all, Luo Zhiyuan hadn't appeared in his life for so many years. As a dying father, it was understandable for him to want to see him, but if he persisted, it would appear deliberate and purposeful.

Lin Xicheng has been studying psychology for a long time, and he is quite confident in his major. The "Luo Zhiyuan" he pretends to be is sincere and bitter.

Normal people would soften their hearts a little, let alone Luo Xing.

Even if he is not soft-hearted, he will be curious about what the father he has never seen is like, and with Zhao Jiulan's abuse for so many years, he must be very upset, why this father has not cared about him.

As long as he needs it, he will come.

The phone rang, and Lin Xicheng looked down. It was Luo Xing who promised to come back in three days. He watched it several times in surprise, afraid that he was too expecting and dazzled.

After he confirmed that it was true, fearing that Luo Xing would go back on his word, he hastily sent him the ward number.

He clenched his fists and laughed, just about to grab Dr. Chen's hand to announce the good news, but found that he had left at some point, so he could only kowtow against the pink-white wall twice to suppress the surprise in his heart.

There are rescues and there are rescues.

Lin Xicheng closed the doorknob with his fingers, took a deep breath to suppress the surprise, made a calm expression, looked at Luo Zhiyuan who was sitting in front of the window, and walked over slowly.

He slowly squatted down and asked softly, "How was the examination today? Does it still hurt?"

Luo Zhiyuan nodded wearily, his originally clear face was pale without a trace of blood, and his tall and straight body was also unbelievably thin.

Probably because people are about to die. Recently, he has been thinking about what he has done wrong in his life. For Zhao Jiulan, he didn't want to do this, but it caused consequences.

As for Luo Xing, although he was helpless, he could only owe him a debt. He had no way to snatch the child from Zhao Jiulan. He had already hurt her, so how could he snatch away the only thing she had.

He was also sorry for Lin Xicheng.

All his life, his life has been full of failures. Before he died, he also...wanted to meet Luo Xing, his son who had no fate, and wondered if he would call him father.

Maybe not.

He doesn't even know himself. In fact, sometimes he thinks about what a person insists on in his whole life, and just let it go. The tomorrow that he can't chase is always struggling in the pain of not being able to pursue it.

He wanted the best of both worlds, and ended up causing pain to all four.

In a warm voice, Lin Xicheng patted Luo Zhiyuan's hand coaxingly, and said, "Xing Xing said that he wanted to come and see you the day after tomorrow, and asked if I could, and I... agreed for you without authorization."

Luo Zhiyuan was startled, and immediately shook his hand, clenched the wheelchair tightly, gritted his teeth and asked, "You're looking for him again? As I said, my illness is at the mercy of fate. I don't want his bone marrow." .”

Lin Xicheng was also angry, and stood up suddenly: "He is your son! He is the only person who can go to the operating table for you now! You gave him life, and now you are dying, let him give you back some bone marrow What's the matter, he won't die."

Luo Zhiyuan closed his eyes in pain, opened them again for a long time, and laughed at himself coldly: "I always thought that there was no need to say anything between us. I gave him life, but I also gave him pain. What father, what face do I have to ask him for bone marrow!"

"What if he volunteered?"

Luo Zhiyuan paused and frowned: "Voluntary?"

"I promise you, I won't force Luo to donate to you, but if he wants to save you voluntarily, you can't refuse, okay?" Lin Xicheng knelt down again, holding his hands against his face, He whispered: "You don't want him to see you for the first time, but the last time."

"Don't you want to watch him grow up, get married and have children, hug his children, and hear them call you grandpa?" Lin Xicheng hooked his consciousness step by step, seeing that he had softened, and continued Said: "Do you want Luo Xing's only impression of you to be a father's name?"

Luo Zhiyuan didn't want to.

But what qualifications does he have to ask Luo Xing to donate voluntarily for him, just because he once gave him life, the name of this father?

Luo Zhiyuan laughed at himself, Lin Xicheng was too naive, or he thought Luo Xing was too kind.

As long as he doesn't hate himself, how dare he ask for so much.

-

Ever since he replied to Buyuanxing, Luoxing has been thinking about how to find a chance to go to Beishi.

Regarding the matter of Ding Chao, the matter of him beating someone in the gymnasium because of the rumors, plus Zhao Jiulan's attitude that suddenly softened, Luo Xing has been thinking for the past few days that Huo Xingzhou probably went to find Zhao Jiulan in private.

He didn't tell himself, probably because he didn't want to worry or feel sad.

He was protecting himself, but he didn't want Huo Xingzhou to help him arrange everything, and then enjoy his care in peace.

There are some things that he can only face by himself, and he also wants to be a little stronger and become someone that Huo Xingzhou can rely on.

There is still a week before the winter vacation, and he and Huo Xingzhou will not have the chance to go out by themselves when they go home, so they have to hurry before that.

It happened that there was a basketball game recently, Huo Xingzhou didn't want to go at first, but Cheng Limin snorted coldly: "You were not allowed to play before, you skipped class to play, but now you are asked to win honor for the school, you can't go, if you don't go, you have to go!"

"..." Huo Xingzhou looked at Cheng Limin's back, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

Luo Xing was relieved when he heard the game time. If he went that day, he would be able to ask for leave to go to Beishi, so he wouldn't have to lie and make excuses.

"What? So happy to hear that I'm going to the competition?" Huo Xingzhou snorted coldly, looked at the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and patted the table coolly: "Hey, hey, I'm asking you something."

Luo Xing raised his head, squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "I'm not happy, but I thought Teacher Cheng could make you speechless, and Feng Shui took turns."

Huo Xingzhou was silent for a while, then turned sideways and said, "I played the game that day, why don't you ask for leave to come and watch, anyway, you don't need to learn much with your brain."

"No." Luo Xing hurriedly said: "I still have to listen."

"Study is more important than me?" Huo Xingzhou snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to grab his calculation book, and looked at the questions on it that he had carefully posed for himself, and he had a headache: "Stop writing, I will be on vacation in a few days gone."

"You can't relax during the holidays. Your foundation is not very stable, but your brain is good. If there are questions that you haven't covered, you won't be able to." Luo Xing hurriedly rescued the notebook, for fear that he would tear it up. .

Huo Xingzhou glanced at the notebook, suddenly remembered the last time he competed in Beishi, and asked with a smile: "Hey~ If you don't relax, are you still talking about it under the covers?"

Luo Xing couldn't hear the subtle voice, and didn't know whether he really said it or mouthed it. He turned his head and glanced at the classroom in horror. Seeing that everyone was busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed the back, he did so. Slightly relieved.

"Ask you." Huo Xingzhou approached, stared at his fingers with burning eyes, raised his hand and tapped twice, "Why are you ignoring people? Teacher Luo, you don't want to choose the teaching environment."

Luo Xing coughed, embarrassed, and nodded slightly.

"I didn't hear it, what did you say?" Huo Xingzhou clearly understood what he meant but still insisted on forcing him to say it. He looked at his slender neck with a smile, and there was a touch of red at the base of his ear. He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch it. touched.

Luo Xing shrank his shoulders and threatened in a low voice: "Huo Xingzhou, don't push yourself."

Huo Xingzhou thought to himself that I had to make an inch of it. You can do anything to me, but on the surface he pretended to be a child: "Okay, okay, if Teacher Luo doesn't let me do it, I won't do it. I will do it when Teacher Luo asks me to do it. OK?"

"Hmm..." Luo Xing nodded, his voice was still in his throat, his eyes widened instantly, seeing his half-smile, his face turned red instantly, and turned his head away from him in anger.

This person...how can he say anything so...

Huo Xingzhou was aggrieved and said: "Mr. Luo, did I say the wrong thing again? Don't be angry? Then...you won't let me use my mouth in the future, and I won't use it anymore, okay? Don't be angry."

He stretched out his hand to scratch Luo Xing, but he dodged it. He took out his mobile phone and typed one by one to send them.

Huo Xingzhou: Teacher Luo, what did I do wrong, you have to tell me so that I can apologize, otherwise you can punish me physically.

Luo Xing watched the message, but didn't reply.

Huo Xingzhou: Teacher Luo, your thoughts are so dirty.

Luo Xing stared dumbfounded at the last item, shyly and angrily pressed the keys on the screen, and typed angrily back: Ming!bright!yes!you!