In the ward, the four people were relatively speechless.

Dr. Chen ran away.

Zhang Hong also wanted to run, but Mr. Liang stopped him in place with his eyes.

Liang Luo kept a cold face and said nothing.

However, his messy hair, shirt, and red eyes revealed the CEO's inner unrest.

Liang Ya saw that there was not much atmosphere, so the precocious little kid decided to lighten the atmosphere: "Grandpa, you don't know, we were really scared to death today. My dad's eyes were so anxious that he was sweating!"

"What nonsense are children talking about!"

Before the smiling Mr. Liang could speak, Liang Luo was the first to be unable to resist.

He glared at his son fiercely: "Why are you absent from class again? Also, how are your grades now? If you don't study hard now, do you want to be a second-generation person who just hangs around and waits to die?"

Liang Ya twitched the corner of his mouth.

Didn't you, the old man, send someone to the school to pick me up?

But he didn't dare to say this.

but......

"I am now number one in the whole grade. Except for Chinese, I have perfect scores in all other subjects."

"..." Liang Luo frowned, "Why don't you get a perfect score in Chinese? Does that make you complacent? I was already a sophomore when I was your age!"

Liang Ya: "..."

Just ask me why I'm not wearing a hat today!

The old man followed the doctor's instructions and ate the banana three times, five times, five times, divided by two. The banana peel was thrown into the trash can beside the hospital bed, and then he frowned and said, "You are amazing? I graduated from college when I was Liang Ya's age.

!”

Liang Ya: "..."

Grandpa, where are you from?

If his father just stabbed him in the heart, then his grandpa shot him hard in the heart.

"You two, let's stop talking now." Zhang Hong, who was next to him, had no choice but to jump out of the stealth state where he was trying to reduce his sense of presence in order for this kid not to continue to be autistic. "Liang Ya will cry if you continue to talk."

"I'm not crying!"

Liang Ya roared.

"Okay, okay, you're not crying, you're not crying." Zhang Hong said with a smile after dismissing the precocious brat, "You two, if nothing happens, I'll leave first? I guess there must be something between you two.

I have a lot to say.”

"Wait a minute." President Liang called to Zhang who was about to run away.

He said expressionlessly: "Why don't you explain it to me?"

Zhang Hong decisively chose to sell his teammates.

His expression was very honest: "Mr. Liang asked me to do this."

Liang Tian's old eyes widened and he said angrily: "It's obviously your bad idea!"

"Old man, are you trying to burn bridges?" Zhang Hong said that he would never take the blame. "If you hadn't always told me that you wanted to improve the relationship between father and son, why would I have put so much effort into it? Now that I have completed the task perfectly, you will take the blame."

All good bows have been hidden?"

Liang Tian said disdainfully: "What completes the task? Then why do you think it is completed now?"

Zhang Hong pointed at Liang Luo: "Look at Mr. Liang, how red his eye circles are! His hair is messy! His clothes are messy! Have you seen it? Mr. Liang cried so loudly just now!"

"I didn't cry."

Liang Luo gritted his teeth.

Liang Luo became angry from shame.

He waved his hand and was about to walk out of the ward: "I thought about developing large-scale human-driving robots in the future because of my brain cramps! I will never build any large-scale human-driving robots in this life! I won't build them in the next life either! I'll just build the factory when I get back.

Dismantle those models in there!"

"Hey wait!" Liang Tian quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed his son, "What did you say?!"

"I don't build robots!"

"The last sentence! The first sentence!"

"I......"

Liang Luo still said angry words.

But looking back, his eyes swept over his father's gray hair, the wrinkles on his father's face, and his father's hand full of old calluses that grabbed his clothes.

In the end, he stopped at his father's slightly cloudy but full of surprise eyes.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly whispered: "Dad, I... I want to build robots and learn music..."

Also, I'm sorry...

Liang Tian was stunned.

After a while, he wiped his face and showed a heartfelt smile to his son for the first time in twenty years.

"good!"

Zhang Hong smiled slightly and quietly left the ward, leaving space for the father and son.

Liang Ya also followed him outside.

Zhang Hong held a cigarette in his mouth, but because he was in the hospital with children, he did not light it.

Seeing Liang Ya following him out, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Why did you run out too?"

Liang Ya sat next to Zhang Hong without noticing anything.

The precocious little kid looked forward and said words of thanks: "Brother Hong, thank you."

"Using people's money to eliminate disasters for others. Your dad gave the money, and that's what you want." Zhang Hong rubbed his head into a chicken coop, "You little brat, don't pretend to be serious. Besides, even if you want to

Thank you, it’s not you who comes to thank me.”

The two people's real goal has been achieved, and they have earned 5.8 million, which is already perfect.

What more could you ask for?

But seeing them reconcile and save a family with a deep estrangement between father and son, this feeling... isn't bad.

To be honest, Zhang Hong was really moved just now.

The main thing is that I also got the money.

He felt that he liked this job a little bit.

Liang Ya allowed him to ruffle her hair without getting angry. She just straightened her hair and then looked in front of her and said softly: "Brother Hong, I've been quite confused before. What should I do if I live in such a family atmosphere?"

?I really don’t understand. Sometimes I really feel that living is quite tiring.”

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, I don’t know anything as adults think.

He understands that the adults are doing it for his own good, and he also understands the gap between his father and grandfather.

So he would choose to be a top student in order not to disappoint his parents. His only resistance was not to skip a grade too early.

But that's what kids are like now.

He was surprisingly obedient and listened to his parents, but he became the same and seemed to have lost his own personality.

They all seem to feel that they have matured, but there are still many things they don't understand, and when they encounter problems, they keep them in their hearts.

They will be worried, sad, and confused about the future.

If you study hard and work hard to get into a prestigious university, your future will definitely be much easier, right?

But being deprived of their childhood and living step by step according to adults' ideas, they won't be troubled.

Because a lot of studying and cram school give them no time to worry, they will use other methods to forget their worries.

Continuously buying things or playing games can make people temporarily forget their worries, but when they are lying alone in bed late at night, their worries will come to mind again.

In fact, he would cry quietly when he was alone.

Zhang Hong leaned back against the wall and looked up at the incandescent lamp on the ceiling, the cigarette in his mouth swinging up and down.

After a while, he put the cigarette back into the cigarette case and said warmly: "Someone once said: 'Plants don't worry, they just need to live carefree until they die. But people and plants are different. If they live

If you don't think about anything like a plant, you lose the meaning of living."

Shrugging, he continued: "But in my opinion, the fact that people are alive is already worth being happy about."

"Sometimes I really envy you." Zhang Hong put his right hand around Liang Ya's shoulders and his left hand desperately rubbed his newly arranged hair, "Life is like waves, some are front waves and some are back waves, but the waves are always on the sea.

of.

Some people are like the silt on the bottom of the sea, just sinking to the bottom of the sea. Some people are like microorganisms floating in the sea, drifting with the current."
To be continued...