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Xiao Mocun had a very unsatisfactory day, and was defeated in a rare battle.

This kind of dissatisfaction is not the feeling of empty pockets or being too busy in the past, but the frustration that comes from the bottom of my heart when things that I thought were well held in my hands suddenly get out of control.

For an Alpha at the top of the food chain, feeling defeated means being defeated.

is unbearable.

He didn't want to go back to Qi's house with these negative emotions. Negatives will not be positive, but will only make people turn from frustration to depression, so he went to the hospital.

Someone out there who genuinely cares about his emotions, takes care of his feelings, and is there for him wholeheartedly.

In the ward of less than ten square meters, lived the person Xiao Mocun should be most grateful to in his life——

Adoptive father Xiao Daihua.

When the ancients created vocabulary, they deliberately formed the phrase "misfortunes never come singly", but they didn't have "happiness never comes singly", which is enough to explain the problem.Joyful things seldom happen, and one time is counted as one time, but regrettable things are often one after another, one after another, and the flood hits the tiles, making you almost powerless to fight back.

The bones of Xiao Mocun's right hand were the same as the glass glass that fell on the concrete floor, so that one operation failed to remove all the broken bones, and a second operation was performed soon.Even the attending doctor said bluntly that the effect of postoperative reduction is unimaginably poor, and it is difficult to guarantee its functionality even with interlocking intramedullary nails.

In other words, even after a long period of rehabilitation and recuperation, his right hand will never recover.

For an ordinary person like him, even if there is a thousand catties of ink in his stomach, without these hands, the value of screws will be lost.

In the ten-year cold window, all the books he had read were turned into dead paper, and burned on the operating table to the right hand that was crushed by the wheelchair.

But before he had time to worry about this hand and his future life for a full week, something happened to Xiao Daihua again.

Kidney sequelae caused by long-term gland loss requires regular dialysis to maintain life, and one day counts as one day.In fact, there was already a clue, but Xiao Daihua just endured it and kept it until the late stage, missing the opportunity for treatment.

In his own words, usually there are so many things to do, he thought he was tired, and later he had to take care of Xiao Mocun who had an accident, so he couldn't care about his body.

The most valuable and saddest thing about being a parent is to give up your life for your children, just like Xiao Daihua.The irony is that Xiao Mocun used to still think that being as close as a father and son is not after all a father and son.

Even the day before his father passed out again, Xiao Mocun still lost his temper with him on the hospital bed, annoyed that he couldn't use his mobile phone to call a taxi, and spent more than half an hour in the cold wind in the parking lot before he went home to pick up his things.

Xiao Mocun is really more of a jerk than a jerk.

His way of caring for others is always awkward, always expressing love with anger.The people around him are often speechless by his refutation, or frightened by his sudden increase in volume so that they dare not argue with him.

Xiao Daihua repeatedly apologized to him that day, saying: "Son, I'm really sorry, you are hurt so badly and still worry about Dad's affairs, it's all because Dad is old and useless, it's your burden."

Xiao Mocun turned his head away, unwilling to hear him say such words, Xiao Daihua felt even more ashamed, stood up and said that he was going to buy fruit for him, took a step and fell straight down.

thump—

The old man's body hit the ground with a heavy sound.

Xiao Mocun panicked for a moment, got up from the hospital bed and wanted to help his father up, but he couldn't use his right hand at all.

Isn’t this called Heavenly Retribution?

Even if it wasn't, it's probably pretty much the same.

Walking on the stone path in the courtyard, a few gardenia trees are budding, and they are not yet in bloom, hiding their faces in embarrassment.The sycamore tree also has emerald branches and leaves, and its tender branches are green.

It's a good time, but not a good time for Xiao Mocun.

He slowed down, sniffed the quiet and elegant evening air gently through his nose, trying to relieve his anxiety so that he could have a good mood when facing his father.

The hospital is a place full of suffering in the world, and the flower gallery in the hospital is a place for everyone to escape from the world.Good flowers and leaves are here for your appreciation, and the grief and sadness will start when you enter the ward.

It's a pity that the road to escape from the world is too short, and it can be completed in just a few steps.

Xiao Mocun restrained himself, and pushed open the door of the ward.

Under the incandescent lamp, the thermos pot was carefully placed on the corner of the table, with the lid hanging crookedly on it.Xiao Daihua half-closed her eyes, as if dozing off, nodded her head slowly every two seconds, with a pair of reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, and her left hand was hanging loosely by the side of the bed.

Opposite the hospital bed, a 32-inch black-frame small color TV is playing the news at a low volume.

"The Luohe River has entered the flood season since this week. The main characteristics of this year's flood season climate are frequent rainstorms, short-term super-intensive rain, and small typhoons that have a big impact..."

"Dad." Xiao Mocun called out.

Xiao Daihua slowly opened his eyes and looked over. The moment he saw his son, the wrinkles on his face were folded into several layers by his smile.

"It's Mo Cun, why did you come here suddenly today?"

Because of certain hidden rules that must be abided by, and because Jindi's burden is indeed heavy, Xiao Mocun does not come to see him every day, and even if he does, he does not necessarily say hello in advance.At first Xiao Daihua lived in a general ward, with patients on the left and right, and he could still chat a few words at ordinary times.Later, people from the Qi family came to take care of him and transferred him from the general ward to the single ward. Since then, he has no companion to talk to, and his life is very monotonous.

Xiao Mocun knew that his father missed him, and when he couldn't come over, he would call at night to inquire about his condition, and he could hear the cocoon's nagging when he repeated those few sentences.

"I put the chair next to the cabinet, so that the nurse will not block the way when the needle is changed. You can move it here yourself."

Xiao Mocun hummed, pulled out the folding chair from the gap with his left hand, sat down on the side of the bed calmly, and took off the palm cover of his right hand.

No matter how breathable the sheepskin is, it can't hold it for 12 hours. At this moment, the inside of the palm cover is wet and sweaty, which makes him very uncomfortable.

When Xiao Daihua saw the sunken metacarpal bones and twisted knuckles, he sighed silently and pulled them over to have a closer look.

"Son...do you want to talk to the doctor again to see if there is a good way to repair it with surgery? Dad is really sad to see it..."

His own life is dying, but what he thinks about every day is still the right hand of his adopted son who is inconvenient to move.

Xiao Mocun threw the palm cover on the table and smiled at his father in relief.

"It doesn't have any impact on your life, Dad, so don't worry about it. But you, what did the doctor say this week? Has the index dropped?"

When it comes to his illness, Xiao Daihua's tone is relaxed and he doesn't care.

"How can it be so fast? In the third stage, it will take three or five more treatments to see results. It's useless to be anxious. Me, just follow the doctor's instructions."

The TV set on the wall suddenly changed its tone, and the steady voice suddenly turned high-pitched.The father and son cast their gazes together, only to see that the news program had just jumped to the shopping advertisement.

"What were you looking at just now?" Xiao Mocun arranged the pillow for his father to make him more comfortable, "I see you still wear glasses."

A little pride flashed on Xiao Daihua's sickly pale face, "What else can I watch? I'm watching you. Just now you were on TV again. The day before yesterday, your subsidiary company or Sun Company cut the ribbon. You are standing in the middle and second from the right." One, wearing a dark blue suit, isn't he?"

He smiled happily, and looked at Xiao Mocun as if he was teasing his young son, "You took the certificate and hid it in your schoolbag to surprise Dad, didn't you?"

"Yes." Xiao Mocun followed his wishes, smiled and nodded.

"I only found out when the big brother next door to us called me. He said he saw you on TV, and he made it clear which station had the rebroadcast at what time. If you want to say that big brother Huang really has a heart, go to Zhou also came to see me and told me that the person who checked the gas had come, and he accepted the list for me."

Xiao Mocun hummed.

"You can pay for Dad some other day. I don't know how to pay on the phone, can you son?"

Alpha continued to nod.

Xiao Daihua paused and looked at him silently.

After a while of silence, Xiao Mocun sensed that something was wrong, and raised his eyes to look at his father: "Dad, why don't you say anything?"

Xiao Daihua said slowly: "You are absent-minded, did something happen again?"

This unbearable half a year really deserves the word "again".

Nodding turned to shaking his head, Xiao Mocun opened his legs, put his hands on his knees, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

"No."

"Why do you have this expression without you? Is it because you are not going well at work, or are you unhappy at Qi's family? Are your relatives embarrassing you?"

Xiao Daihua straightened up, with worry on his face.

"Neither." Xiao Mocun looked at his father deeply, and spoke slowly, "I just saw Yu Nian."

As soon as the voice fell, the room was silent for a moment.

"Xiao Nian..." Xiao Daihua leaned back slowly, and repeated in his mouth, "Xiao Nian... I haven't seen him for a long time, how is he, is he in good health, and there is no root cause of disease left Bar?"

Talking about Yu Nian, Xiao Daihua recalled the hysterical appearance of Beta in the ward on the day he lost his child, so thin and desperate, it made his heart ache.

He wanted to care, but he was worried that Yu Nian had already hated their father and son, which made people sad for no reason.

Xiao Mocun was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "He seems to be doing well."

"That's good." Xiao Daihua sighed, "If he...hey, it's fine anyway, otherwise we father and son really can't atone for this sin."

It was a cold day outside the window, the rain stopped and the wind stopped, and the sun was getting darker.

Xiao Mocun raised his head and looked out, his fingers pressed a white mark of lack of blood on his knee, "He doesn't care about our atonement."

Xiao Daihua looked at him in bewilderment.

"What are you talking about?"

Xiao Mocun didn't answer, Xiao Daihua guessed, "Is it because you went to apologize to him, and if he didn't accept it, you feel unhappy because you don't have face?"

This son of his had a spine that was stronger than steel and concrete, and wanting him to bow his head to someone was more uncomfortable than killing him.

I don't know how to be soft, and I don't know how to be considerate.

Xiao Mocun's expression turned ugly when he was pointed at the center of the matter, and he opened his mouth to explain, but it seemed to be eloquent.

"Their family was in trouble, and I offered to help him. Unexpectedly, he not only refused to accept my kindness, but also thought I was behind the scenes."

"And then?" Xiao Daihua asked solemnly, "Are you angry with him again?"

"No, I just..."

He was just a little annoyed, not up to the level of anger.

Xiao Daihua took him as his acquiescence, and didn't even bother to pull the thin coat down from his shoulders, his amiable and loving expression immediately sank.

"Xiao Mocun, do you remember what you promised me a few months ago?"

The father called his son by his full name, naturally to teach him a lesson.Xiao Daihua is the only person in the world today who can make the stubborn Alpha willing to listen to the lesson honestly.

"Speak!" Xiao Daihua growled.

"Remember." Xiao Mo saved it back.

"Remember why you can't do it? You are a majestic man, don't you count what you said? Cough cough, cough cough!"

Xiao Daihua hadn't spoken to her son in such a harsh tone for a long time, and as soon as he spoke, he coughed anxiously, and the bed shook violently.

"Dad, Dad, don't get excited, I'm the one who messed up, so don't be angry with me." Xiao Mocun hurriedly stood up to cheer his dad up, with a rare anxious look on his face.

Xiao Daihua pushed his hand away seriously, and looked at him for the first time with an extremely disappointed expression.

"Then tell me, what did you promise me?"

The ward was suddenly quiet, Xiao Mocun stood upright beside the bed like a stone statue, facing his frail adoptive father.

"Are you dumb?" The posture is exactly the same as that of teaching him with a rolling pin more than ten years ago.

Xiao Mocun frowned, unable to bear it anymore, and slowly said: "I promised you, leave your patience with work and friends to those around you, and stop getting angry casually, and don't speak ironically."

Only now did Xiao Daihua loosen his shoulders, and frowned and asked, "Did Dad tell you that only cowards are kind to outsiders and angry at those close to them. Because they are not confident, in order to win the affirmation of others, when facing outsiders Be polite and patient, but show your true colors in front of your lingering relatives. Are you a coward?"

"I……"

The words rushing to my throat were broken into fragments, and the sentences did not form a sentence.

My father was right, he left all his bad temper to his relatives and lover who couldn't get rid of him.Knowing that it was his fault, he still gritted his teeth and refused to give in, waiting for the other party to apologize first.

Xiao Mocun was silent for a long time, and finally broke through the psychological defense.

"I know it's wrong, Dad, I will definitely change it."

This time he did know he was wrong, but unfortunately it was too late.

When he got into trouble when he was young, his father also preached and threatened him in the same way, forcing him to clearly realize his mistake and make a manly promise at the same time.

Now that he is so old, he was a husband and a father, but Xiao Daihua still couldn't let go.

Fathers always talk about their children until the last moment.

After a long while, Xiao Daihua's tone gradually softened: "Mo Cun, Dad always knew that you were thoughtful, sensible, and proud, so I let you handle everything by yourself, but look now... the good family just broke up like this , the child is gone, and the person has become like this again, how can I rest assured?" His voice became hoarse, "Xiao Nian is such a rare child, he is filial, knows how to love others, and treats you wholeheartedly. It's a pity that we are not blessed. I can't stand him. After a while, even I will leave, who can be by your side and listen to you say a few words?"

Xiao Mocun shook his head immediately: "No dad, you won't leave."

"Stupid son..." Xiao Daihua patted his hands on his knees, "Everyone will leave, sooner or later, Dad just doesn't care about you. Your biological father is full of intrigues, and you will be left alone in the future. Be careful, don't offend people easily. This is the second, the most important thing is..."

He paused, then gently rubbed the back of his son's hand, "Father is afraid that you will be lonely."

Speaking of this, the words have choked up.

Life and separation have already happened once, and the next thing is death.

The two people who were used to being dependent on each other suddenly faced all this, and neither of them could accept it quickly.After all, as long as they are still alive in this world, who is not afraid of loneliness?

Xiao Mocun remained silent for a long time, and slowly fell on his father's lap, a look that was rarely seen even when he was a teenager.

"Dad...don't leave me..."