Yi Feiyang and old Max entered the house together.

The old man was gliding around the house on his electric motorcycle. Max said, "Do you really want to change the nurse?"

"Of course. He is a pervert. How can a normal man find a job washing people's balls?" the old man said in a dull voice.

"But in my opinion, he is a hero."

"Okay, Max, you didn't come here to talk back to me, right?"

"I came here after receiving a call from here. They asked you to leave here..."

"Ha, this is the best news. I'm tired of this damn place. It's better to go home. I'll pack my things immediately!" The old man got off the motorcycle with difficulty and was about to pack his clothes.

Old Max grabbed his hand and said, "No, Conlon, you know... I can't take care of you." His tone was a bit unbearable and sad.

The old man was stunned for a moment, "It doesn't matter. I can take care of myself, yes, I can... Don't worry, Max, I will make breakfast and lunch for you as before, and wait for you to come back from filming... I will still

Weeding the lawn, nailing the fence... Do you still remember the swing I built for you? It was your favorite when you were a child..."

"Conlon, that is in the past. Now, you are old and so am I. The swing fell apart last year. Just like you and me, it is about to fall apart at our age." Max grabbed his old father's hand.

, said deeply.

The old man who was about to pack his clothes excitedly was stunned for a moment, then sat down on the bed weakly, "Yes, you are right, I am already old, and even you, my dear child, are also old."

"As long as you understand, Conlon, stay here well, listen to the nurses here, and let them take good care of you. Don't let me worry anymore." Max said to his old father.

"But... I want to go home, I want to go back and take care of our lawn, and I want to repair the swing that fell apart..." The old man Conlon's eyes were a little moist.

"No, dear Conlon, you are making it difficult for me." Max kissed him on the forehead, "You are a strong old man, aren't you?"

The old man Conlon nodded, "Yes, I am strong. I will continue to live here, let the male nurse give me a bath, take medicine on time, and no longer pour the damn pills into the toilet..."

"Those pills are very expensive. They said that as long as you take them on time, you can live for a few more years, maybe a thousand years."

"Ha, I don't expect to live that long." The old man smiled.

…

"Are you still making movies now, Max?" the old man suddenly asked his son.

"How do you know?"

"Because I smell the director's scent from him." The old man pointed at Yi Feiyang, who had been silent.

Yi Feiyang was surprised that he could smell the director's smell.

Seeing Yi Feiyang's surprised look, the old man smiled, "God, I'm just joking. In fact, I like reading some entertainment magazines, so I know you are a director..."

Yi Feiyang smiled, "It really shocked me just now."

"Haha, but young man... I want to thank you very much."

"Ah, what?"

"I mean thank you, thank you for giving Max a chance again. He loves filming, but he's just a bit unlucky." The old man looked kindly at his son, who had the same gray hair as himself. "I don't know how long I can live.

, but what I want to see most is that my son can stand up again..."

"You too, Conlon, let's stand up together!"

"Yes, let's go together..."

…

Looking at this pair of white-haired father and son encouraging and motivating each other, Yi Feiyang had an indescribable feeling, and a warm current quietly flowed in his heart. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to recommend it.
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