High-Risk Survival Log

That night, Zhou Sui had another dream.

He saw the old house at home, where his parents lived with his younger sister. After the two old people fell asleep, the younger sister walked out of the house and drove to the cemetery.

She brought a simple bouquet of chrysanthemums, squatted down to clean up the dust in front of the tombstone, and then sat cross-legged.

"Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time." The younger sister said lazily: "My parents are in good health. I took them for a physical examination that day. There is no problem in living to a hundred years old. The weather is so good today. You brought the apple you like to eat. Two days ago, Xiaoyu said that he would come to see you, but he is taking an exam recently... Xiaoyu is my son, I told you. Not long after you left, I became pregnant He and his parents are slowly cheering up. When I named it, I immediately thought of this name... Xiaoyu really likes you. I told him about you and said that he has a very powerful uncle. He also burned the paper for you, I don't know if you can receive it, but it means it's here..."

The younger sister changed her posture: "By the way, after Xiaoyu was born, I never wrote a novel again. I used to show you every book as soon as I finished it. After you left, I didn't seem to write anything. The desire to go on. But I still finished the last book, after all, the prototype of the protagonist is you, at least in the story, I hope you can have a happy ending."

"Xiaoyu's grades are not bad this time. He's as smart as you, but his parents insist on not allowing him to study medicine. His parents are also doing well recently. His mother recently dominated the square dance, and his father joined a fishing club. , the last operation you performed at that time, the patient recovered well, and everyone is fine..."

"Have you been away for 15 years, or 16 years?...Look, there are still people who come to visit you from time to time. Brother, if there is such a thing as reincarnation, I hope you can walk on the road you want to go in your next life, I hope You can have someone who loves you and you also love to accompany you for the rest of your life, I hope you don’t have to go through too many difficulties, setbacks, pains, and don’t have to be imprisoned in the cold winter for too long, and you can welcome the spring as promised.”

She took out a bottle of wine, took a few sips, and dumped it in front of the grave.

The younger sister rubbed her sore legs, she was almost fifty, and her temples had a hint of silver.

"I'm leaving, brother, I will bring Xiaoyu to see you next time."

Zhou Sui looked at her back, and the whole world gradually became transparent and pure white, like snow covered in winter.

Zhou Sui woke up.

He felt that his eyes were moist, but his mood was very comfortable, as if he was relieved from a heavy burden.

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Zhao Qingyang counted the days on his fingers, and it will soon be New Year's Eve.

On New Year's Eve, his father called him. The father and son usually don't call much, and they don't talk much when they meet. The main reason is that if they talk too much, they will easily quarrel.

"Why did it take so long to answer the phone?" Zhao Dehui shouted angrily on the other end of the phone: "Where are you now?"

"I'm driving." Zhao Qingyang said while turning the steering wheel.

Zhao Dehui: "Driving and answering the phone?!"

Zhao Qingyang: "..." He just said that he couldn't communicate with his father.

Zhao Dehui: "To make a long story short, when are you coming back?"

Zhao Qingyang: "I'm on my way home, and I'll be home in half an hour. By the way, I bought it..."

With a snap, the phone over there has been hung up.

Zhao Qingyang was speechless, his father was like this when he called, as if the extra ten cents of the phone bill could kill him, he often hung up when he heard the result he wanted, regardless of what others had to say.

The Zhao family's main residence is in a villa area, where every inch of gold and land is dug, a mountain is dug, and a lake is piled up, creating a luxurious independent garden area, quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, convenient transportation, absolutely protecting the owner's privacy.

After Zhao Qingyang returned home, he found that his father was not in the living room, so he asked, "Where is my father?"

The housekeeper smiled and said, "I'm still changing clothes upstairs."

Zhao Qingyang clicked his tongue, sat on the sofa and waited, and opened the chat box with Zhou Sui.

Zhao Qingyang: [Cat Probe.jpg]

Zhou Sui didn't reply to the message, he was probably busy.

When Zhao Dehui walked down the stairs, he found his son holding his mobile phone with a smile on his face, the kind of uncontrollable joy in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He had never seen his son like this before. He paused, thinking that something was wrong. .

He deliberately coughed, and said lightly, "You're back?"

Zhao Qingyang raised his head and looked at his father——Zhao Dehui was wearing a suit, his eyebrows and hair were all trimmed, and he could directly pull it into a financial magazine for a photo: "Would you like to wear some perfume?"

Zhao Dehui glared at him and said, "It's not big or small, did you buy any presents?"

Zhao Qingyang: "It's in the car, shall we leave now?"

Zhao Dehui nodded, and told the housekeeper to bring the things he bought. Zhao Qingyang also made a detour and took out his present from the car—a bouquet of lilies mixed with gypsophila.

"Why do you send flowers again? It's like this every year, can't you put more thought into it?" Zhao Dehui was very dissatisfied. Not only were there flowers every year, even the combination of lilies and baby's breath remained unchanged.

"My mother didn't know I was here until she saw the flowers." Zhao Qingyang didn't bother to argue with his father, put the flowers on his lap, and then took out his phone.

Zhao Qingyang: 【How's the stuff going? 】

Du Xiukun: [Brother, don't rush... It's still testing. 】

Zhao Qingyang: [It's the [-]th day of the Chinese New Year today, but it hasn't been finished yet. Didn't you promise me to produce the finished product before the Chinese New Year? 】

Du Xiukun: [You also know that today is New Year's Eve, and I will work overtime for you on New Year's Eve! 】

Zhao Qingyang wanted to say something more, but Zhao Dehui coughed and said dissatisfiedly: "Young people nowadays hold their mobile phones all day long, as if they can't live without a mobile phone."

Zhao Qingyang put down the phone: "I'll take care of something."

Zhao Dehui: "What's the matter with you? I heard that you don't even go to the hospital very much recently. What are you doing all day long?"

Zhao Qingyang: "Prepare a project."

Zhao Dehui: "Even I can't tell?"

Zhao Qingyang: "Not really, the main reason is that it hasn't been on the right track yet."

Zhao Dehui: "At home just now, who were you messaging?"

Zhao Qingyang opened his mouth, then slowly closed it, looking at his father with a half-smile: "Dad, I don't want to be so deceitful."

Zhao Dehui: "Did you fall in love? Seriously?"

Zhao Qingyang murmured: "It's serious, even more serious than you, you don't even use Weibo, and you still use Weibo to sell people and bring something."

His father has an account on Weibo. Sometimes when the company releases new products, he will sit behind his desk and read the script very bluntly—but he is unexpectedly popular. Netizens commented that he is a high-quality middle-aged industrial entrepreneur, Must have been handsome 20 years ago.

Zhao Dehui became interested now, and didn't even refute his words, and asked curiously, "Which kid is that?"

Zhao Qingyang smiled: "I can't tell you."

Zhao Dehui immediately raised his eyebrows: "You kid won't tell me anything now, right?"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, you have a bad heart." Zhao Qingyang said leisurely: "Anyway, you will know when you should know..."

Zhao Dehui rubbed his chest, feeling that it really hurts: "Aren't you a doctor, why can't even cure your father's illness..."

Zhao Qingyang was speechless: "Human beings are full of misunderstandings about medicine now. They think that if they go to the hospital, pay for surgery and take medicine, they will be able to cure their diseases. In fact, there are more diseases that cannot be cured than those that can be cured. You still have to take good care of your own health, work and rest regularly, and relax your body and mind, such as cutting down on smoking and drinking, staying up late, and especially not losing your temper with me..."

Zhao Dehui: "You are right!"

Zhao Qingyang smiled and added: "If you really don't like me, or if I bring my brother back, maybe he is much better than me."

Zhao Dehui fell silent immediately.

The car stopped at the nursing home, and the dean came out to receive them in person.Zhao Dehui and the dean stayed behind to talk, Zhao Qingyang inquired, and the staff told him that his mother was watching the scenery in the garden, so he went directly to the garden with the flowers in his arms.

In the distance, he saw a woman sitting in a wheelchair, and a staff member pushed the wheelchair.Zhao Qingyang rubbed his face with his hands, showed a bright smile, strode over, and put the flowers in his mother's arms.

"Mom, here I come!"

The woman looked at him expressionlessly.

Zhao Qingyang half-kneeled beside the wheelchair, and said softly, "I am Qingyang. Today is Chinese New Year's Eve. I'm here to see you."

The woman repeated: "Qingyang..."

"Yeah." Zhao Qingyang raised his face, with a usual smile on his handsome face.

He talked to his mother on his own, and after a while, his father came over, so Zhao Qingyang stood up and made room for his father.

There was a beautiful corridor in the garden. He stood under the corridor and watched his father kneel down to talk to his mother. In recent years, her mother hadn't recognized the people around her very well.

But every time he comes here, his father has to dress up, which is really rare for him, an entrepreneur who runs the factory every day.

Zhao Qingyang felt very cold, he couldn't help but lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke it, just watched it slowly turn into ashes.

Father and mother talked for a long time, and Zhao Qingyang was thinking about some things in a mess. He has been busy in recent years, so he can only come to see his mother once every two or three months, but his mother's face, even if it takes a few months Or haven't seen each other for a few years, but there will never be a sense of unfamiliarity.

Zhao Qingyang traced the outline of his mother with his eyes, feeling restless.

When it was getting dark, his father beckoned him over.In the evening, the three of them ate a simple New Year's Eve dinner together. This is their New Year's Eve, and they have always been like this since the younger brother disappeared for more than ten years.

After dinner, the two said goodbye to their mother. The mother didn't respond, she just nodded politely - not only did she not recognize people in recent years, but her emotions rarely fluctuated, like a tree that withered in winter, to be honest , the situation is very bad.

Coming out of the nursing home, the father and son didn't talk much, Zhao Qingyang suddenly said, "Dad, let's bring Mom back."

Zhao Dehui frowned, thinking of what he said before, and asked, "Do you have any clues about your brother?"

Zhao Qingyang: "...I'm afraid it's just an empty rejoicing, let's talk about it after I confirm it."

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