“...... Dad, ah, open your mouth and drink porridge......"

In the lobby of the restaurant, the incandescent lights are on, reflecting the shadows of a few tables of people under the lamps.

From time to time, the breeze passed through the open door of the restaurant, and the lobby of the restaurant became more and more quiet, except for the voices of the middle-aged man and the old man echoing at the table next to it.

The middle-aged man held a bowl of porridge and a spoon, like coaxing a child, feeding his father porridge spoon by spoon, and from time to time took a tissue to wipe his father's mouth.

The old man sat on the seat, turned sideways, looked at his son in a daze, grasped the placket of his son's clothes with one hand, opened his mouth from time to time, ate a mouthful of porridge, and muttered from time to time,

“...... My son has grown so tall, in a few days, he will surpass his father......"

The old man smiled on his face, looked at one place in a daze, and said,

Immediately after, the smile on his face faded again, and the hand that was clutching his son's shirt loosened and patted his son's clothes,

"Go outside, be more attentive and pay attention to safety...... When I got to work, I made a phone call to the village...... So that your mom doesn't have to worry so much...... When you feel homesick, you'll come back...... Okay, let's go, we won't be able to catch the car in a while. ”

As if caught up in a memory, the old man muttered, said, repeated,

The porridge that was still wrapped in the mouth flowed out again from time to time.

The middle-aged man held a tissue and wiped it over and over again, his eyes were red,

“...... Dad, come, eat some food. ”

Picking up the chopsticks dish, the middle-aged man handed it to his father's mouth.

When the old man heard this, he slowly turned his head, first looked at his son in a daze, followed by a smile on his face,

“...... My son knows that he feels sorry for his father. It's okay, son, you can eat, Dad ate it on the way back just now......"

Smiling, the old man looked at his son and said.

When the middle-aged man heard this, the chopsticks holding the dishes couldn't help but tremble,

"Dad......"

With red eyes, he screamed again, and the man paused again,

“...... Let's eat, Dad......"

The old man was stunned, looked at his son, slowly opened his mouth, and ate the food.

In the restaurant, it is quieter.

......

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the old man and the middle-aged man at the dining table next to him, and turned his gaze,

didn't say anything more, ate another bite of steamed buns, picked up chopsticks, ate the food, and listened to the words lingering in my ears.

......

“...... Damn, why is this wine still a little smoky today. ”

Inside, at a table, sat shirtless middle-aged men with several open beer bottles in front of them.

One of the middle-aged men raised his hand, wiped his reddened eyes, and stood up.

“...... Brothers, I won't drink this wine today, there is something wrong, so I'll leave first. ”

The middle-aged man tore at the clothes on the seat, said a word, turned around again, and looked at the middle-aged man and the old man.

“...... Then don't drink it. Another middle-aged man next to him stood up, nodded first, followed by a smile on his face,

"It just so happens that my bastard boy is coming back tomorrow, and I have to pick him up at the airport tomorrow morning. ”

While putting on his clothes, the middle-aged man said with a smile,

“...... Don't drink it, don't drink it...... Damn, this wine is really eye-smoking...... Gone, gone...... Go home...... Boss, settle the bills......"

......

In the restaurant, several tables of people got up one after another, checked out and left, and looked around, becoming more and more quiet.

“...... I'm really sorry to affect your business. ”

The middle-aged man took the porridge bowl, looked at the restaurant, turned his head again, and said to the waiter apologetically,

When the waiter heard this, he shook his head with a smile,

"This time they went back earlier, maybe they will come back next time, and it doesn't matter. ”

"Do you want some more porridge, there are still some in the pot. ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he turned his head and looked at his father,

“...... Dad, do you want to eat some more?"

“...... You eat, you eat......"

The old man looked at his son in a daze, raised his hand, and pushed the porridge bowl towards his son's mouth,

“...... Then let's take another bowl. ”

The middle-aged man turned around again and handed the porridge bowl to the waiter,

"Okay, sir, wait a minute. ”

Smiling, he took the porridge bowl, and the waiter turned around and walked towards the kitchen again.

The middle-aged man turned around, picked up a napkin, and wiped the porridge that remained on his father's mouth.

“...... Baby, you're hungry, you're almost home, your mother has already cooked you something delicious at home......"

The old man was stunned, followed closely, with a smile on his face, muttering, and talking.

......

“...... Squeak, squeak. ”

On the side, the mouse squatted on Lian Ge's shoulder, stood on his forelimbs, and after nibbling on the steamed bun he was holding, he looked at the restaurant again and called twice,

Hearing this, Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the guinea pig, smiled slightly, and didn't say anything.

After taking another bite of the steamed bun in his hand, he sandwiched the chopsticks dish, and handed it to the guinea pig, Lian Ge put down the chopsticks, turned his gaze, and looked at the table next to him.

The old man who was looking at his son in a daze, and the middle-aged man who was talking to his father,

"Can you tell me when Ling Zun got sick?"

With a calm tone, Lian Ge said loudly,

Hearing the sound, the old man was still stunned, his eyes were in a trance, holding his son's clothes, looking at his son, while the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Lian Gehou,

First he was silent, then he shook his head,

“...... I do not know. ”

There was some silence and a pause before the middle-aged man continued,

“...... Before, I was away from home all the year round, and after I got married here, I rarely went back. There are only two people in the house: my mother and my father...... By the time I knew it, my father was ...... My mother can't tell when my father got sick......"

The middle-aged man spoke, and fell silent again,

When Lian Ge heard this, he didn't say anything, just turned his gaze and looked at the stunned old man beside him.

"Old man, can you tell me when you got sick?"

As he spoke, Lian Ge waved his hand at the old man.

When the middle-aged man saw Lian Ge talking to his father, he first opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but after all, he didn't say anything, just turned his head and looked at his father,

The old man first looked at his son in a daze, followed closely, slowly turned his head, and looked at Lian Ge,

Slowly, a look mixed with horror and pain appeared on the old man's face,

“...... No, I can't die, I have to get up......"

"I can't die, I can't die...... I still have to pay for my son's college, I have to save money, I have to save money to repair the house, my son, my son has to marry a daughter-in-law......"

The old man sat on the seat, leaning over, trembling all over, with pain on his face, and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly hugged his father,

It's just that the old man is still falling forward, lying on his stomach, trembling all over, in pain, looking forward,

“...... My son is still waiting for me to pay him, he is sick, he needs to see a doctor, he needs to see a doctor...... I can't close my eyes, I have to get up, I have to get up......"

The old man said over and over again, and muddy tears rolled out of his eyes and dripped to the ground,

“...... I can't die, I have to get up, I have to get up...... Baby, baby ......"

"Baby ......"

Reading it over and over again, trembling all over, the old man sat up little by little,

"It's all right, it's all right...... Eat steamed buns, steamed buns ......"

The old man's voice trembled, and he grabbed it on the table in a panic, grabbed two steamed buns, and stuffed them into his mouth.