The entrance of the compound of a unit in Binhai City.

Old man Liu in the guard room sat in a rocking chair, his eyes half-closed, the early winter sun shining on his body, and the warm feeling made people drowsy.

Suddenly, a soldier in camouflage appeared at the door.

Old man Liu's eyes opened suddenly, staring at the visitor vigilantly.

"Yo! It's majestic!? ”

Old man Liu recognized the person and sat up from the half-worn rocking chair.

"I've been a soldier for almost a year, and I almost don't recognize you!"

Zhuang Zhuang could only smile politely: "Uncle Liu is good." ”

Old man Liu stood up, pulled his slippers and walked in front of the solemnity, just like a tourist outside the zoo fence, and walked around the solemnity.

"Hmmm! It's dark, it's thin, but it's mental! ”

The young man in front of him is no longer the young man who had long hair that could cover his chin a year ago and looked like he was a young man.

Zhuang Zheng was in a hurry to go home, so he said, "Uncle Liu, I won't talk to you, I'll go home." ”

"No need to go home!" Uncle Liu waved his hand: "Your parents are not at home." ”

Zhuang Zheng hurriedly asked: "They went to work?" ”

Uncle Liu's expression suddenly became full of sympathy, and he said, "What? Solemn, don't you know? ”

Solemn's heart suddenly tightened.

Looking at Uncle Liu's expression, he had already guessed a few points.

This is the compound of a unit, where all the staff and cadres of a local bureau live, all work in a unit, and there are only about a dozen buildings in total, and a fart can float from one end to the other in a few minutes, and the guard room of the gate is surrounded by retired cadres and family members of several units all the year round.

Zhuang Zhenguo's father, Zhuang Zhenguo, took up the deputy position of this bureau not long after he changed jobs, so he was also the master of everyone in the hospital.

"Your dad, ......"

Uncle Liu took a bitter and regretful tone in the movie, and said, "Alas-"

The tail note dragged on for a long time, which was very characteristic of retired old workers in the unit, but he didn't finish the sentence.

Solemnly anxious.

If it weren't for the fact that Old Man Liu was an old man, he would have really pulled him by the collar and forced him to ask.

"Uncle Liu, what's wrong with my dad?"

"Alas......"

There was a long, dying sigh again.

"Good people don't live long......"

Uncle Liu seemed to immediately realize that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly said, "Bah, look at my crow's mouth." ”

The movements of the old people are usually very exaggerated, they like to have someone to talk to them, and it is rare to catch one, and it seems that they have lost money without saying a word, and they are about to plow the ground on the side regardless of the solemn hurry.

"Your father said some time ago that he was liver cancer and went to the hospital for treatment, and now he is in the First People's Hospital, and your mother has been with him in the hospital recently...... Alas...... Your dad is such a nice guy! ”

Zhuang Zhuang didn't want to continue to fight with Old Man Liu.

So he hurriedly said: "Thank you, Uncle Liu, I'll go to the hospital to see my dad!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and ran with his backpack.

Zhuang Zhenguo didn't expect to see his youngest son at this time.

When solemnly appeared outside the door of the ward, Zhuang Zhenguo was first overjoyed, and then his face was elongated again.

"Why are you here?"

His tone was stiff.

It was very uncomfortable for solemnity to hear.

Like all the father and son who have contradictions in the country, Zhuang Yan almost every time he chats with Zhuang Zhenguo will turn into a quarrel in the end.

In response to the old saying, the words are not speculative for more than half a sentence.

In Zhuang Zhenguo's view, his youngest son can't look good, and he mixes with a group of indiscriminate young people all day long, doing things exaggeratedly, without lofty ideals, and only money in his eyes.

In his solemn view, Zhuang Zhenguo is like a fossil in a museum toilet, smelly and hard, with outdated thoughts, rigid ways of doing things, dictatorial things at home, only caring about his own thoughts and forever ignoring his own thoughts.

"Why can't I come?" solemnly and habitually replied, "You are sick like this, and you don't tell me?" How long are you going to hide it from me? Communicate with my squad leader and don't talk to me? I wonder if I'm your own! ”

Zhuang Zhenguo snorted, turned around and looked in the other direction, and said, "What should I tell you?" What do you think I'll tell you? Tell you I'm sick? Are you a doctor? Can you cure me? ”

solemnly was a little speechless by his father Zhuang Zhenguo.

This kind of words that sound plausible but are actually strong words are always so hurtful.

In the past, solemnity would definitely turn around and walk away.

But now, after a year of training in the army, Yan Yan has learned to control some of his emotions.

He swallowed the breath that rushed to his throat back into his stomach, and no matter what Zhuang Zhenguo said, he walked straight to the side of the bed, threw his backpack aside, and found a stool to sit down.

"Son! Is my baby back!? ”

The voice of her mother, Wang Xiaolan, suddenly came from the door.

Then, a middle-aged woman with short ear-length hair and the appearance of a female cadre rushed over like a whirlwind and grabbed her solemn hands.

"Mom." Solemnly said, "What the hell is the matter with the two of you?" He's so sick that you don't even write to tell me? ”

The relationship between Zhuang Yan and his father is so bad that he is almost reluctant to call his father in person.

So, just use "he" instead.

Wang Xiaolan was also helpless.

She is a traditional Chinese woman, married to her husband, old to son, on one side is a wife, on the other hand is a baby son, the palms of her hands and the backs of her hands are full of meat, which is the so-called dilemma.

"Little brother." She called the solemn milk name, "You can't blame your dad......"

Speaking of this, my eyes were red and tears fell.

No matter how awesome he is outside, he can't see his mother crying, this is his weakness.

Seeing Wang Xiaolan crying, he immediately panicked.

"Mom—" He said as he took Wang Xiaolan's shoulders and pulled her to the chair and sat down.

"Don't cry, okay, okay, okay, I can't mention it?"

Wang Xiaolan wiped her tears and said: "Your father's stubborn old man just won't let me tell you, saying that he is afraid that it will affect your service in the army, and your father is also good for you......"

"I didn't say that!" Zhuang Zhenguo was lying on the bed and shouted coldly.

Wang Xiaolan was angry this time, and her voice suddenly rose: "It's been this bull temper all my life, he is your son, and there is no overnight feud between father and son!" He came all the way back just to see you, so you can't give him a good word?! ”

Zhuang Zhenguo snorted again and did not speak again.

Wang Xiaolan glanced at Zhuang Zhenguo who was lying on the bed, then at her son, and suddenly gave a solemn look and motioned for him to go out first.

Zhuang Zheng knew that his mother had something to say to him, but it was inconvenient to be in front of Zhuang Zhenguo, so he nodded and turned around and left the ward.