Your Distance

"It's like this when I was undergraduate. I rushed before the exam." Ting Shuang took notes on the laptop. "I actually studied Economic Management and I also took International Business Law. I thought I would use it later, but I learned It's superficial, I don't remember it now ... "

The voice of his voice faded gradually, staring at the computer screen for a long time, suddenly: "Fuck."

Park Chang-yi: "What's wrong."

Ting Shuang looked at the words on the screen in shock: "... my mother is still a shareholder of roborun with 15 shares. After their divorce, my mother never took care of the company anymore, even my dad was not seen. , I thought she sold all the shares to other shareholders at that time ... I have to ask her. "

He picked up his cell phone and saw that it was already two o'clock in the morning: "Now she must be asleep now, and ask again during the day."

"You sleep, too," said Bo Changyi, "pour jet lag."

"Um." Ting Shuang closed the computer, walked behind Bai Changyi's chair, leaned around his neck, half flirted and half a supervisor, "Dear, how is your project plan written?"

"If you are the boss, you must be the boss who will most squeeze the employees."

"I'm ... a juicer," Ting Shuang said to Bai Changyi's ear. "Only the kind you can use."

Having said that, he walked around in front of Park Changyi and sat across Park Changyi's thigh.

The two embraced each other, took a long kiss, and went to bed together.

Did not do more.

Ting Shuang kept hanging a line in his heart, and the other end of the line hung on Zhu Ao in the hospital. Of course, Bo Changyi understands this.

The next morning, Ting Shuang woke up and found that Bo Changyi was already working.

He didn't speak, so he kept sitting on the bed watching Bai Changyi.

"Come over for breakfast." Bai Changyi gave him a glance, his eyes turned back to the computer screen, "There are xiaolongbao, roast wheat, churros and soy milk. It's all hot. If you don't want to eat, there are others downstairs."

Ting Shuang walked over without brushing his teeth. He immediately picked up a small cage and stuffed it into his mouth.

A taste of food and happiness.

"Why do I always feel this way with you ... just ... when I wake up every day, I look forward to the day I just started." He kissed Bo Changyi with a grease **** after eating Xiao Long Bao, He took another fritter and pulled the curtain. "Do you understand this feeling?"

The morning light rushed across his arms, chest, legs, and bare insteps.

The room was bright.

He sat on the window sill, leaning on the fritters, looking at the pedestrians and vehicles downstairs, and then turning to look at the working Pak Chang-yi: "Just, I feel very strongly ... alive."

Like sunshine, like summer, like endless weeds, flourishing year after year.

Bai Changyi looked up at Tingshuang: "I understand."

Ting Shuang smiled at Bai Chang, then went out the window again.

After eating, he called Ting Yun and talked about what happened in the past few days, and asked her to have lunch together.

"Ah." He just remembered when he hung up the phone, and forgot to ask Bo Changyi, "Do you want to come with me?"

"Look at you," Bo Changyi said.

"I want you to go." Ting Shuang said, "You can rest assured that my mother will not treat you like my dad. The relationship between my mother and my mother ... how to say, it is not very like mother and son. Because I am not with her Grown up ... "

When Ting Yun and Zhu Ao divorced, Ting Shuang was still very small. For a long time, he could not see Ting Yun, and he forgot about Ting Yun's appearance. When Ting Yun first came to see him after the divorce, he took him to an amusement park, Ting Yun went to buy him ice cream, he ran around, lost, and kept grabbing other aunt's clothing corner mom.

"She laughed at me all the time." Ting Shuang talked to Bai Changyi about it, and she said it was funny, "so I didn't call her mother later, I called her Ms. Ting Yun."

And Ms. Ting Yun called Ting Shuang: "Mr. Xiao Ting."

Like meeting an old friend.

Ting Shuang stepped forward and hugged her, and then introduced Bai Changyi: "This is mine ... uh."

That "hmm" seems to have infinite meaning.

"Mr. Xiaoting's eyes are very high." Ting Yun laughed and teased Tingshuang and shook her hand with Bai Changyi.

Afterwards, she treated Bo Changyi like a good friend's boyfriend, without curiosity, without asking anything, and politely maintaining a proper distance.

After entering the private room and ordering good food, Ting Shuang added tea to Ting Yun and said, "I'm going to see my dad this afternoon."

"Well." Ting Yun should answer.

"Are you going with me?" Ting Shuang asked.

"No," Ting Yun smiled, speaking very directly, "I don't want him to die, but this is far from 'I want to see him'. Okay, Mr. Xiaoting, let's talk about business, you want What am I doing? "

"That's OK." Ting Shuang went straight to the topic. "I also said on the phone. Roborun has an extraordinary shareholder meeting on Monday. You are also a shareholder. Didn't they notify you?"

"No." Ting Yun took a sip of tea. "I told Zhu Ao twenty years ago that the company didn't want to find me. I just paid dividends into my account."

Ting Shuang thought about it and asked, "Did you have any written agreement at the time? For example, you allowed them to hold a shareholder meeting without your knowledge or amend the company's articles of association ... and so on."

"No, just verbally." Ting Yun recalled, "Roborun did not develop into what it is now. Twenty years ago, some small private enterprises were still very primitive in their way of doing things. I remember that the company even had the Legal Department at that time. nothing."

The situation is favorable.

Ting Shuang took out the power of attorney prepared in the morning and handed it to Ting Yun: "So, can you temporarily entrust me to exercise some of your shareholders' rights for you?"

She browsed through the power of attorney and signed at the end: "You are still at school, I haven't talked to you about these. In fact, these will be yours. I used to pay dividends for most of the previous dividends, most of them It's real estate, ready to wait for your separate account to be transferred to your name. "

"Ah?" Ting Shuang pointed himself, "Give me? What do you do?"

He has always been afraid of Ting Yun's poor life.

"What should I do?" Ting Yun was funny. "These are meant to be for you."

Ting Shuang said, "But I have the ability to support myself."

"I know, you never worried me. But ..." Tingyun thought for a moment. "It is not the same with intergenerational accumulation. I and Zhu Ao started from scratch, so we had fewer options at the time."

After a few chats, everyone came up with a cup of red dates and longan chicken soup.

"This house's signboard," Ting Yun said with a smile, "I think you should drink very little of this in Germany, try it."

"Okay ..." Ting Shuang picked up the spoon and stirred the soup.

He doesn't eat red dates.

Bo Changyi didn't say anything, but just finished drinking Tingshuang's soup while chatting.

In the second half of the meal, Ting Yun answered the phone. Ting Shuang faintly heard that there was a little **** the phone calling her mother tenderly, and Ting Yun coaxed softly, like a ball that was melting: Come back, you play with your sister first. Mom is buying you ice cream. "

Ting Shuang felt that Ting Yun should want to go home as soon as possible, so when she hung up the phone, he said, "You eat first, there is a supermarket next to it. I'll buy ice cream. I know what children like.

After speaking, he stood up, kissed Bai Changyi's lips habitually, and whispered, "Baby, check your bills."

After Ting Yun left, Ting Shuang stood by the street and paused for a while.

"Eat ice cream," Bo Changyi said.

"Hurry up and buy. The happy kid on the phone will soon have eight boxes of ice cream. I will have more than her." Ting Shuang said.

"Good." Park Chang smiled.

In the end, I only bought one box because there was no place to put it.

Ting Shuang sat in the car digging for ice cream and drove to the hospital.

They arrived at the entrance to icu at half past two, and waited until three to one to enter.

Ting Shuang did not let Bai Changyi accompany.

He has a lot to say to Zhu Ao alone. Some secrets that he didn't even want to talk to himself, he decided to squat silently beside Zhu Ao's bed to speak.

"dad."

Ting-Shuang wore a mask, only her eyes were exposed.

"The two of us don't seem to have talked about each other very much, right. It's a miserable man. If you say two more words in your heart, they will say that you are a bitch."

He ripped the corner of his mouth, covered by a mask, and couldn't seem to laugh.

"I have thought a lot in these two days, more than I have thought for more than twenty years before. Do you know, I stood at the entrance of ICU yesterday, and my aunt told me that it was when I made you angry like this, and I had a momentary hate. He is a **** man.

"At that moment ... I felt guilty.

"Sin that can't be washed away in this life."

When he said this, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhu Ao's pale and aging face.

"At that moment, a parallel space-time appeared in my mind. I was not **** in that parallel space-time. I married my wife and had a lot of children. You are not lying here, you are a grandfather, happy."

He shook his hand and subconsciously wanted to touch the cigarette.

"You can't smoke here." He sniffed and smiled again. "And I also decided to quit smoking. I want to live longer, and I don't want to ... smoke second-hand smoke. He is always with me. Smoking, now I ca n’t see him smoking. If you wake up later, do n’t smoke, what ’s the point of smoking that thing? When you wake up in the morning, your old throat hurts. There ’s no taste in the mouth, and lollipops are also good, No shame. "

"I finished reading the" Company Law "last night plus this morning. I also watched ..." Although Zhu Ao couldn't hear anything, although there was no one else in the room, Ting Shuang's voice was still lower, lower than Mosquito, "I also watched the" Inheritance Law "... when he didn't know. Am I mean?"

A drop of tears hit the isolation jacket, and Ting Shuang quickly wiped it off with his hands.

"I hope it won't be used ... I hope it will never be used."

After a long silence, he put on a deliberately relaxed tone: "What to do, Dad, I'm not the kind of son you most want. But ... your father, you haven't been very good, right? We want Otherwise ... make up for it and then be a father and son for decades.

Zhu Ao's eyelids moved almost invisibly.