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The lights in the operating room came on.

Pushed in at ten o'clock in the morning and hadn't come out for two hours.

Aunt Wang, who was doing housework at home, brought food, and Nian Nian took it and gave it to Huang Liping first, and then to Jingmeng, but he didn't know the taste of the food, so he just picked up a few bites.

Huang Liping saw that Fu Jingmeng was pushing rice into her mouth, her jaw was sharp and her cheekbones were tense, she suddenly sighed: "You have lost a lot of weight."

Fu Jingmeng froze, staring blankly at the tiger's mouth: "Fortunately, it's much better now."

"I know." Huang Liping looked down at the celery in the lunch box, picked up half of it and dropped it back, "You are making a short video recently, I saw the news."

Fu Jingmeng didn't expect that she would pay attention to his news, her throat was choked and she didn't speak.

"Your father watched it too."

"Actually, you were singing in the city center. Your father drove there several times and lost his temper every time he came back, but he sneaked a detour to watch it next time." Huang Liping smiled wryly, "He thought you had suffered and suffered, so he knew came back."

"I didn't expect you to be really stubborn, live like that, and never come back."

His eyes were sore, Fu Jing dreamed of closing his eyes, but he didn't pay attention to it. He didn't know that his father had come to see him, and he was still worried about him.

But so what, no one took a step back first.

The food has cooled down.Huang Liping hesitated to speak, and endured it, but in the end she couldn't hold it back.

"You can earn money again now, if your father is not sick, do you really plan to never go back to this family again?"

Fu Jingmeng retorted: "You should be clear, it's not that I don't want to come back."

The second half of the sentence that he didn't say suddenly made him hate that his life was controlled by others, and he didn't care about his own desires and rejections.

This was not the case when he was a child, he could still choose a piano he likes in the store, and take back a schoolbag he likes, and he can still choose after all.

Later, he gradually discovered that the things he could choose were just things that could be bought with money, and the things that really couldn't be bought with money, the most precious things, were no longer allowed to him to choose.It's like a conspiracy laid out with age, and when he finds out, it's hard to escape.

He looked at the lit operating room and was in a daze.Until Nian Nian, like a kitten, carefully leaned his head on his shoulder.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the person was pushed out of the operating room, and the operation was successful.

The effect of the anesthesia has not yet faded, the facial features under the breathing mask are blurred, but unexpectedly softened, the pair of sabre-brows are not tense for a while, but look old and fragile.Fu Jingmeng went home to rest for his mother, but Niannian was unwilling to leave, and stayed with him to watch the night.

The two sat side by side by the bed, starlight sparsely penetrated the gauze curtain, and fell sporadically on a large bouquet of lilies in a vase on the low cabinet.

There are still fireworks far away outside the window, and it will probably last until the fifteenth day of the new year, after eating the Lantern Festival.

At first Nian Nian was still energetic, but in the early hours of the morning, he couldn't bear it anymore, couldn't stop nodding, and couldn't move his eyelids. Fu Jingmeng rested his head on his shoulder, breathing lightly and delicately, evenly, and everything was silent.

The company of Nian Nian seemed to be a good medicine for relief, and Fu Jingmeng's tense nerves relaxed, and he counted his obediently drooping eyelashes under the moonlight.

At two o'clock in the morning, Fu Cen, who had been asleep for a long time, suddenly woke up and murmured for water.

Fu Jingmeng was already in a dazed state, and when he heard movement, he woke up instantly.He supported Nian Nian's head and gently leaned it to the other side, added a soft pillow to cushion it, and stood up to pour water for Fu Cen.

Raise your head and feed it in, the water temperature has been tested, and it is just the right temperature.Before he could drink more, he took another cotton swab to soak up the water and wet Fu Cen's parched lips.

The wetness made people feel much more comfortable and awake. Fu Cen only opened his eyes at this moment. He thought that the person feeding water by the bed was his wife, but it turned out to be that naughty son.

Just about to frown, Fu Jingmeng spoke first: "You don't have the energy to quarrel with me right now, we'll talk about it later."

He really knows him so well that he can hold his micro expressions tightly.Fu Cen gasped heavily, as if discouraged, turned his head and stopped talking.

For several days in a row, Fu Jingmeng kept vigil, and now he was black and blue, Huang Liping persuaded him to go back and rest, but he couldn't persuade him.He had hired a nurse, but the water was either hot or the food was cold. When he was about to help Fu Cen to the bathroom, Fu Cen lost his temper and was scolded by him to run away.

However, Huang Liping had to admit that her son was more careful and handy than the nurse in accompanying her husband. She couldn't support Fu Cen's body, but Fu Jingmeng could turn him over and scrub him lightly. He also supported him when he went to the ground. Some.

In the middle of the night, Fu Cen had to go to the bathroom and insisted on supporting him to the ground alone. Fu Jingmeng forcefully supported him from under his armpit, but the words in Fu Cen's mouth were not pleasant, like a knife and an axe, it was painful.

"You don't need to worry about it." Fu Cen shook his hand weakly, "Do I deserve you to worry about it?"

Fu Jingmeng knows that he will be strong all his life, and he can't bear to have others serve Xiaojie.

"Dad, momentary powerlessness doesn't mean you're weak." Fu Jingmeng held his wrist, "Isn't it good to rely on others once in a while?"

"I do not need!"

The wrist struggles in the palm, like a rhinoceros running away at any time.

"Okay, then count it as I need it." Fu Jingmeng increased his strength unbearably, "I need it, and mom needs it too. We need to be needed by you."

The struggle suddenly stopped, and Fu Jingmeng was surprised and caught off guard.

Before the battle started, the flags and drums died down.

I was discharged from the hospital in two weeks, which happened to be the Lantern Festival.

Fu Jingmeng helped Fu Cen to the car, and Nian Nian handed over the large and small packets of nutrition, Fu Jingmeng turned back and stuffed them into the car, preparing to say goodbye.

Huang Liping lowered the car window, looked at Fu Jingmeng, then looked at Fu Cen, hesitated to speak.

Seeing the driver turn on the ignition and leave, Fu Cen suddenly frowned and said, "Get in the car."

Fu Jingmeng was in a daze.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Huang Liping opened the rear car door, pulled Nian Nian by the wrist and pulled him in. Nian Nian sat still, and looked back at Fu Jingmeng with begging and flattering eyes.

It is impossible to come down, this time the elbow has to turn elsewhere.

Seeing his hesitation, Nian Nian pulled Fu Jingmeng into the car, and the driver started the car in a timely manner without giving anyone a chance to regret it.

"Auntie, it's Lantern Festival today. I'm going to buy anything at home." Nian Nian quietly squeezed Fu Jingmeng's fingers, and turned to talk to Huang Liping.

The past few days have become familiar, and the two of them can chat quite well.Niannian is different from Fu Jingmeng, his emotions are exposed, and his emotions are written on his face. He is not the most intelligent, but sincere and pure, like uncarved jade, which is flawless and gentle all the time.

"There is no shortage. Aunt Wang should be prepared. Tell Aunt Wang what you like to eat."

Nian Nian pursed his lips, feeling the umami taste of the fish, and was a little embarrassed to say so, so he lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and quietly passed five fingers through Fu Jingmeng's fingers on the side of his legs, and the fingers were clasped tightly, intimately.

"Let's burn mandarin fish." Fu Jingmeng said, "He likes to eat fish."

Huang Liping was stunned for a moment, her expression relaxed: "Okay, I'll let Aunt Wang make a fish."

Arriving at Fu's house, it is not as grand as Nian Nian thought, the decoration style is quite restrained. There is a tall sycamore tree in the courtyard at the entrance, all the leaves have fallen off, but the thick branches are still vigorously facing the sky.A swing was hung under the tree, the rope seat was wiped clean, but the patent leather was mottled, obviously it had been old.

Stepping into the villa, it was a little cold. There were many valuable calligraphy and paintings, but there were no photos. It seemed that it could only be regarded as a living place, but there was no trace of home.

Aunt Wang greeted her at the door, and the slippers were already prepared. Fu Jingmeng looked at the entrance, and it was actually the pair of brown plush slippers that she wore before leaving home many years ago. Stepping in, the feet felt familiar, and the perception evoked memories. Siege cities.

He took a deep breath, and subconsciously turned around to help Fu Cen. The other party didn't grab his hand, and was obediently helped all the way to the bedroom upstairs to lie down.

Fu Jingmeng kept silent and covered him with the quilt.Just as he turned around to leave, Fu Cen asked coldly, "Are you sure you don't want to go this way?"

"Don't go." Fu Jingmeng didn't hesitate.

"Your own way is to make yourself a useless person?"

"You still don't understand." Fu Jingmeng gave him a back view, "It's not the music that makes me depressed, but the human feelings."

Deceived by his best friends and abandoned by his family, in fact, all he has left is music.Music is his life-saving straw, and was once his only connection with this world.

Downstairs came the crisp sound of dishes and cups colliding, Nian Nian seemed to be joking with Huang Liping, and Aunt Wang echoed something, the rare excitement, the fireworks at home.

He closed the door of the master bedroom and was about to go downstairs when he suddenly caught a glimpse of his own room, the door was closed, and he was conscientiously standing quietly waiting for the master who would not come home.

Time is magical, but it really makes it wait.

He walked over, the cool doorknob pierced the warmth of his palm, the door was unlocked, and it was unscrewed silently, the sunlight outside the window poured onto the white gauze curtains, and the furnishings inside the house had not changed for many years. The keyboard, metronome, and recording equipment that he left were all still there. He thought that Fu Cen had thrown them away long ago.

If we talk about changes, there are some. There are a lot of framed photos in the house, which were moved in from outside, a group photo of a family of three, and a photo of Fu Jingmeng when he was a child, sitting on a swing outside the house with a dirty face. Yes, dripping with sweat, smiling heartlessly.

Rather than saying that this is his bedroom, it is better to say that it is arranged more like a memory room or a storage room, where all the memories of the past are locked here, and he pretends to be invulnerable to all poisons and invulnerable to people outside the house, and returns to the house , close the door, and miss the photos, revealing fragility, anger and unwillingness.

The human heart is not a rock.

is string.

It has been dusty for many years, and when you dial it, you can't bear it to ring.

He sat down, stroked the MIDI keyboard one by one with his fingers, tapped down with his fingertips, and the syllables flowed crisply like spring water——

"I was born free and romantic by nature."

"I was trapped in a cage, and my feathers withered."

"But I still want to be a Qionghai whale. I was born in the sea and died at the bottom of the sea."

Dreams are easy to say, but the hard part is that they remain the same after going through changes and reaching the bottom of the valley.

The laughter downstairs gradually subsided, and everyone listened with bated breath.Music has been like a taboo in this villa these years, it is not allowed to be mentioned, not allowed to be played, but how can people be happy without it.

Aunt Wang wiped her eyes, but luckily it came back.

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Kittens are the best at alleviating family conflicts, because no one will not love kittens.

In the next chapter, the estrus period of kittens is coming (*/ω＼*)