Zhuang Yan stayed in the Oncology Department of the Inpatient Department all day.

Time seems to have been shorter that day.

In the past, Zhuang Yan felt that his father would always be there, always be so long-winded and unreasonable, and he didn't even want to meet him.

But today, Zhuang Yan doesn’t want to go anywhere, she just wants to be with Zhuang Zhenguo.

If you are about to lose it, you may feel precious.

Wang Xiaolan has told Zhuang Yan about the diagnosis.

Cirrhosis has turned into liver cancer.

what does that mean?

This means loss.

Zhuang Zhenguo still has that cold face.

In his eyes, his son has not met the requirements he hoped for.

What he wants is a soldier.

Not a son.

His two sons, one of them, was very prosperous in the local area, and it seemed that there was no possibility of asking him to join the army.

Zhuang Yan, his youngest son, is also the son Zhuang Zhenguo feels most like him.

Character.

It looks like it too.

But it is precisely because Zhuang Zhenguo has given him higher requirements.

Zhuang Buping was born a sleek and sophisticated person. In the economic wave of reform and opening up, Zhuang Buping played out all his strengths and succeeded.

Zhuang Zhenguo felt that there was no possibility of Zhuang Buping joining the army.

In the minds of veterans, they will have a sense of family and country. Everyone in their family inherits their legacy, which seems to be the biggest flaw in life.

Zhuang Zhenguo believed that Zhuangyan should go to the army, be a soldier, and be a soldier, and be a soldier like himself.

What Chinese people pay attention to is that their son inherits his father's business.

This is not only because Zhuangyan is like himself, but also because a veteran cannot explain or explain the feelings. Seeing Zhuangyan, Zhuang Zhenguo wanted to throw him into the army.

However, he served in the army for many years, bleeding and sweating for the country, but completely ignored his family.

Soldiers also have shortcomings.

On the battlefield, no one dared to question Zhuang Zhenguo's decision.

At home, no one can question your decision.

When Zhuang Yan was young, Zhuang Zhenguo held his house in his hand and couldn't bear to let go of it.

When he was five years old, Zhuang Yan was still an ignorant baby. He had a madman in military uniform for a while and even asked himself to make a military uniform for himself.

At that time, Zhuang Zhenguo was ecstatic and felt that the old Zhuangzi had a successor.

He has always been frugal, so he went to the tailor's shop to pay a lot of money, took out his military uniform photos, and asked the tailor to sew a reduced version of the 78-style military uniform according to the proportion, and then sewed his treasured 65-style hat badge on the hat. The family happily went to the photo studio to take a family photo.

Zhuang Zhenguo, who was used to seeing blood and tears and cruelty on the battlefield, certainly knew how precious the country's peace and stability were.

He cherishes every minute and every second of the time he stays at home.

Unfortunately, there is never a choice that has the best of both worlds.

Zhuang Zhenguo chose the profession of a soldier and chose to defend the border and defend the country on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, so his family could only be put aside.

Much of the solemn rebellion stems from the lack of fatherly love in childhood.

However, Zhuang Zhenguo never acknowledged this.

The dignity of the soldier and the majesty of his father made him unwilling to admit all this.

Just then, Zhuang Yan sat by his bed and peeled an apple for him, but Zhuang Zhenguo shouted at him impatiently: "Go! I don't need you here!"

The solemn apple-cutting hand stopped, looking at his father who was lying on the bed with a bad complexion but still stubborn and dictatorial face, and couldn't help but say, "If you don't accept it, get up and drive me away!"

Zhuang Zhenguo wanted to sit up from the bed, but found that as soon as he moved, he felt a pain all over his body.

Zhuang Yan held him down and said, "Dad, I am not angry with you when I come back this time, but I want our father and son to sit down and have a good talk. Is it okay?"

Zhuang Zhenguo gasped and had to lie down again.

Zhuangyan stood up and sorted out the quilt for his father.

He saw that Zhuang Zhenguo's legs and abdomen were already edema.

The condition seems to be very serious.

"Dad, you shouldn't hide it from me," he said.

Zhuang Zhenguo was panting, and the arrogance of a soldier still remained on his gray face, saying, "You are not qualified to command me, I am your father!"

Solemn smiled bitterly.

My father is still like this.

This is why the father and son have always been unable to reconcile.

Zhuang Zhenguo always stands in his father's position and commands himself with traditional ideas.

"Dad, I'm not talking to you as a son, but as a soldier, is it true?"

Zhuang Zhenguo suddenly trembled all over and a trace of light flashed in his eyes.

Finally, he nodded: "Okay, let's talk."

Zhuang Yan turned around and took out the top medal representing honor from his backpack and placed it in Zhuang Zhenguo's hands.

"I didn't embarrass you."

When Zhuang Zhenguo saw the medal, his eyes suddenly lit up. His hands trembled slightly, and he picked up the medal box.

The box is covered with cloth, with patterns, and a military emblem is printed on it.

Open it, inside is a golden top military training medal of honor.

Zhuang Zhenguo carefully stroked the medal with his hands. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and asked, "Where is your third-class medal!"

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment.

"Do you still remember this?"

Zhuang Zhenguo said: "I have received the good news at home, of course I remember it."

Zhuang Yan had no choice but to take out the third-class medal from the quilt again, hold it in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and handed it over.

"Why don't you give me the third-class merit seal first?" Zhuang Zhenguo carefully looked at the two military merit seals, and looked up at Zhuang Yan: "The third-class merit is harder to win than the top gold medal."

Zhuang Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "I feel guilty when I take the third-class merit."

Zhuang Zhenguo frowned and asked, "Why?"

Zhuangyan remembered the old confused.

Zhuang Yan has always avoided thinking about these things, but now that his father has asked, he must say it.

This is what I said. Now it is not a conversation between father and son, but a conversation between a new recruit and a veteran.

"This is a flood fight. My comrades died...but I made meritorious service..."

Zhuang Zhenguo sighed "Oh" long, with a hint of sadness on his face. Then, the person seemed to have a shot of a heart attack and became much more energetic.

"You've grown up..." he said, "Do you know how many military merits I have?"

He suddenly asked this question that had never been mentioned.

Solemnly shook his head.

He has always known his father's military merits, and he has always known that he has hidden it in the bottom floor of the largest wardrobe in his parents' room and the locked drawer.

However, he had never seen his father Zhuang Zhenguo take out these military medals. Only once did Zhuang Yan steal the keys of his parents and open the drawer.

However, before he could finish reading the military medals, Zhuang Buping sued the secret case and was beaten to death by his father on a belt.
Chapter completed!