The expression on Wen Qizheng's face stiffened slightly, but for a moment, he quickly returned to normal.

"Low blood pressure, not a big deal. ”

Ning Aoyue turned her head and glanced at him, as if she wanted to stop talking.

Wen Qizheng glanced at her, with a hint of comfort.

The eye contact between the two was only a matter of a moment, but Wen Mo still caught it sensitively.

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Dad, I'll take you for a comprehensive physical examination tomorrow. ”

"No, the school only arranged a physical examination in the middle of the year, and there was no problem except for low blood pressure. Wen Qizheng said softly, and did not raise his eyes to look at his daughter.

"The physical examination at school is just a routine physical examination, and you go to have a comprehensive physical examination, so that I can rest assured. Wen Mo is not stupid, she thinks that her father should have something to hide from her.

"I'll talk about this later, let's eat first. Wen Qizheng didn't seem to want to talk about it more.

It was supposed to be a joyful meal, but the warm foam food didn't know the taste.

After the meal, Wen Mo and Yu Boyan cleaned up the table, and Wen Qizheng beckoned Ning Aoyue to go to the living room to drink tea.

"Doctor Yu, I think my dad has something to hide from me, if it's just ordinary low blood pressure, why doesn't he dare to let me take him for a physical examination," Wen Mo washed the dishes absentmindedly, she suddenly thought of something, her hand moved, and she turned her head solemnly, "Could it be that he has a very serious illness, so he ......"

The thought of this possibility made her feel very frightened. That was her closest family, her father who had been dependent on her since she was a child.

One of the hands slipped, and the bowl in the hand fell into the sink, making a crisp "bang" sound, and shattered into several pieces.

Wen Mo's heart jumped, and the feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense.

Yu Boyan turned on the faucet, rinsed the foam off her hands, wrapped her hands in her palms, and said in a slow voice: "Don't speculate first, go to your father to talk about it, if there is really something, let's figure it out together, don't be afraid." ”

Wen Mo nodded, and suddenly felt less panicked in her heart.

Yu Boyan threw the broken porcelain pieces in the trash, took the unwashed dishes, and motioned for her to talk to her father.

His eyebrows drooped slightly, and he was attentive and calm when washing the dishes, which calmed her heart for no reason.

Wen Mo hugged his waist from behind, pressed her face against his back, and closed her eyes.

After a few moments, she opened her eyes again, as if she had calmed down.

She walked into the living room and saw that her father and her teacher seemed to be arguing.

In my memory, her father didn't seem to have an argument with anyone.

He was always gentle and gentle, whether it was to his student colleagues or his neighbors.

"Aoyue, don't talk about this anymore!"

As soon as Wen Mo walked over, he heard this sentence.

Wen Qizheng's face was not very good-looking, and Ning Aoyue also pursed her lips, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

"Dad, teacher, what are you talking about?"

Wen Mo spoke cautiously, although she didn't know what they were arguing about, she always felt that it had something to do with her father's fainting.

"Wen Qizheng, if you don't say it, then I'll tell Momo directly. Ning Aoyue's expression was as serious as Wen Mo had ever seen.

"Aoyue, you ......" Wen Qizheng turned his head to look at her, for a long time, and sighed deeply, "Okay, let me tell her myself." ”

Ning Aoyue nodded, got up, and walked to the balcony, leaving space for the father and daughter.

"Dad, what do you want to tell me?" Wen Mo looked straight at her father, and her heart went up and down.

Wen Qizheng hung his head slightly, as if he was hesitating how to speak.

After a while, he looked up at Wen Mo with a calm expression: "Momo, I remember that when you were just in the second grade, you once asked your father a sentence from a book," he paused for a moment before continuing, "You asked me, what does it mean to be born, old, sick and dead? At that time, I told you that people are like leaves on trees, they have come to this world, felt the sunshine, experienced wind and rain, and leaves have also made this world a better place." It's just that the life of the leaves is limited, and one day they will all fall, but don't be sad, the leaves fall to the ground and become fertilizer to nourish the tree, and the tree will grow taller and stronger, and grow more leaves......"

Wen Mo smiled bitterly: "Dad, I'm 24 years old, do you still treat me as a primary school student, what is the situation, can you tell me directly?"

Hearing this, Wen Qizheng was slightly stunned.

Yes, her daughter is no longer the original Xiaomiao, and Xiaohe has long been Tingting.

Time flies, fluttering its wings like a butterfly.

I suddenly sighed in my heart.

My daughter has grown up and has the ability to withstand wind and rain.

Anyway, he won't beat around the bush.

"Momo, Dad's brain has a tumor, and the doctor said that the probability of success of the operation is not high, so ......" He paused before continuing, "Dad doesn't want to toss the operation." ”

Wen Mo's face turned white with a "swish".

She had thought that her father's illness might not be so simple, but she didn't expect it to be so serious.

Ning Aoyue stood on the balcony, looking at the undulating buildings in the distance, she squinted slightly, trying to find the old site of the middle school back then.

She searched for a while, and finally found it.

A smile appeared on her face, and the smile only lasted a second or two, and then disappeared on her plain face.

If she hadn't met Wen Qizheng in the library back then, perhaps, she would have her own family, her own lover and children by now.

But that day, when she was holding a stack of books and was about to get another book, the book in her hand accidentally fell to the ground, and before she could squat down to pick it up, someone had already picked up the book on the ground before her, and patted the dusty book cover, and handed the book to her.

Ning Aoyue looked up along the stack of books, and what caught her eyes was a pair of slender and bony hands, and a gray-blue color came into her eyes, which was the shirt on that person's body. Looking up further, a young and gentle boy's face suddenly broke into her eyes, and from then on, it also broke into her heart.

The girl's love was first opened, and since then, there is only the young man in blue.

She had a crush on him for a year, but never told him what was on her mind.

In her sophomore year of high school, she mustered up the courage to confess to him, but suddenly found that his eyes stayed on the new girl from time to time.

The girl was a dance art student, extremely beautiful, with an elegant posture and a neck as beautiful as a swan, she didn't smile much, but when she laughed, it was like ice and snow melting, and pear blossoms blooming.

Ning Aoyue's appearance is already the best looking among the female classmates, but compared to her, it is overshadowed.

Love is so unreasonable, and she doesn't greet anyone, so she suddenly came, such as she to Wen Qizheng, and Wen Qizheng to Liu Rulan.

Wen Qizheng has always been single for Liu Rulan, and Ning Aoyue has never been in love for Wen Qizheng.

It is said that creation makes people, and this is really a grievance of creation. Most of the things in the world are man-made.

For more than 20 years, she and Wen Qizheng have always gotten along as classmates and friends, and the two rarely see each other, and they are busy with their own affairs.

She has been paying attention to his affairs, and she also knows what happened back then, not meeting just because she doesn't want him to feel embarrassed.

She had acquaintances in the hospital, and after she learned about Wen Qizheng's condition from an acquaintance this time, she couldn't sit idly by anymore.

This man is so stupid, so stupid that it makes her feel distressed.

The sun gradually set in the west, Ning Aoyue watched the orange sunset gradually sinking, and her mood seemed to be sinking with the sunset.

"Teacher, the balcony is too sunny, come in. ”

Wen Mo didn't know when she appeared behind Ning Aoyue, her expression was very calm, but if she looked closely, she could still find that her eyes were slightly red.

Ning Aoyue turned to look at her: "Don't be afraid. ”

The setting sun was behind her, gilding her body with a layer of orange light, blurring her face, but Wen Mo only felt beautiful. So beautiful, so gentle, like her imaginary mother.

"Teacher......" Wen Mo couldn't help but purse her mouth and hugged the woman who exuded a soft light.

Yu Boyan told her not to be afraid, Wen Mo felt at peace, Ning Aoyue told her not to be afraid, but Wen Mo felt sad and wanted to cry.

A person's whole life is healing his childhood, Wen Mo's childhood has no maternal love, there is a hole in her heart, the light on Ning Aoyue's body seems to fill in that hole little by little, it hurts, but it is also warm.

……

couldn't resist his daughter, Wen Qizheng finally agreed to Wen Mo's request - to go to Xincheng First Hospital for further examination.

This is also the suggestion made by Yu Boyan.

Although Ningcheng is not a backward area, its medical level is far less than that of first-tier cities.

Because of this sudden incident, Wen Mo originally planned to stay at home for two days, but now she decided to stay at home for a few more days, help her father pack his things, and then take him to Xincheng with her.

Yu Boyan only had two days off, and it was inconvenient for the hospital to ask for leave, and he planned to go back to communicate with his colleagues in the neurosurgery department about Wen Mo's father's situation first, so he planned to return to Xincheng the next day according to the original plan.

It's night.

Ning Aoyue had already gone back, and Wen Qizheng asked Wen Mo to take Yu Boyan out for a walk.

She took him around the neighborhood and showed him where she grew up.

"When I was a child, when I came home from school, my dad hadn't come back yet, and no one was cooking, so when I was hungry, I would buy a bun in this shop first, sit in front of the store and nibble on the bun while looking at the intersection, waiting for my dad to come home from class. I've seen different dusks in the city, gloomy and gorgeous, and by the time the last bit of sunset goes down, my dad will be back pretty much ......"

"And this swing, when I was six or seven years old, I saw a mother swinging with her daughter, and the mother was very gentle and patient, pushing the swing forward one by one, and the little girl was smiling very happily. I've never played on a swing before, and that day, somehow, I really wanted to play, so I sat on it by myself, and then swung myself, with the wrong force, and the whole person fell from it, and my elbow and knee were broken. I don't know why I'm so stubborn, just thinking that I can play swinging alone. I kept trying, I kept falling, and after falling a few times, I learned ......"

Wen Mo talked about when he was a child, Yu Boyan occasionally responded and acted as the best listener.

It was a little late at night, and Wen Mo took Yu Boyan to a nearby hotel to open a room.

The two of them got tired of being in the room for a while before they reluctantly parted.

Back at home, Wen Qizheng was still sitting in the living room, and Wen Mo was a little surprised.

Usually at this point, my dad usually sleeps.

Looking at Wen Qizheng's knowing eyes, Wen Mo suddenly felt a kind of embarrassment of being caught by his parents.

"Dad, why haven't you slept yet?" Wen Mo said.

Wen Qizheng smiled slightly, with a playful smile in his eyes: "I thought you wouldn't be back tonight." ”

Wen Mo was even more embarrassed.

"Alright, it's late, let's go to bed. ”

Wen Qizheng smiled and got up to go back to the room.

In fact, just now he was sitting alone in the living room and thinking about a lot of things.

In a blink of an eye, my daughter has grown so big and has a boyfriend.

Although he and Yu Boyan only met for the first time, from his words and demeanor, Wen Qizheng could still feel that this young man had a good family education and character, a good character, and a polite manner, and he could still rest assured that his daughter was with him.

In that hour, he also remembered the scene when he first met Liu Rulan.

He went to school early that day, as usual, and when he passed by the dance studio, he was attracted by a shadow inside.

In the morning, the morning sun was far from rising, and there was a white figure jumping in the empty dance studio, light like an elf, dancing on the wooden floor.

He was stunned for a moment, and the roots grew under his feet, and the wisps from the bottom to the top drilled into his heart and quietly sprouted.

He had never seen such a beautiful girl, so beautiful that she was not like a mortal.

The fairy descends to earth.

That was his first reaction at the time.

The "fairy" noticed that someone was outside the window, she stopped dancing, turned around, and looked straight at him.

The young Wen Qizheng's face suddenly turned red, and Qingjun's face turned red in an instant.

The fairy was stunned for a moment, but then laughed.

Her face was cold and refined, she smiled, the ice and snow melted, the peach blossoms bloomed all over the mountain, and the little bud in the young man's heart seemed to grow and bloom in an instant.

It is said that the crush when I was young was the most unforgettable.

With just one glance, Wen Qizheng will never forget it again.

In the past, he was full of only learning, but since then, in addition to studying, there are other things in his eyes and heart - that white shadow.

His gaze involuntarily followed her.

At that time, the relationship between people was always hazy and introverted.

Between him and her, no one pierced the layer of window paper.

Finally waited for him to graduate from college, and the first thing he wanted to do after graduation was to confess to her.

However, when he saw her again, he saw her holding a man's arm, smiling like a shy lily.

The man was handsome and had a good temperament, and a suit made him extraordinary.

He left her school silently, bought a case of beer by himself, drank for the first time, and got drunk for the first time.

The first time I fell in love with someone, it was also the first time I fell out of love.

This crush ended without a problem.

After sobering up, he left the bustling city and returned to his hometown.

His dream started at that high school, where he got his teaching certificate and applied for a job as a math teacher.

Later, the school has undergone changes, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, and has a new look, and the traces of the past have long been annihilated in time.

Wen Qizheng still chose to teach at the new school, and in his heart, although the school has a new look, the dream in his heart is still the same.

Who would have thought that she would appear in front of him again later......

Thinking of the past, the once handsome young man, and now the elegant middle-aged man, just sighed softly.

When he learned about his condition, he was actually very calm.

Although this life is not complete, he has no regrets. If fate told him to stop at this time, he could accept it, but, strangely, at this moment, his heart was no longer obsessed with that white figure, and he was full of reluctance only his daughter. He is reluctant to undergo surgery, firstly, the success rate of the operation is very low, if he can only lie in the hospital bed and wait for death at the end of the trip, it is better to accept this last peaceful time; second, if he chooses to undergo surgery, his daughter will inevitably give up everything she has at the moment to take care of him.

He knows that it is not easy for her to have today, and she has been dancing since elementary school, and it is not easy for her to become an excellent dancer. The dancer had limited time to shine on stage, and it was supposed to be the best years of her artistic career, and he didn't want his illness to affect his daughter's future and life.

Today's incident is indeed an accident, since you can't hide it, let's follow my daughter's wishes first.

The night is long, the moon is bright, quiet as a deep pool, and Wen Qizheng's heart is as calm as water.

Wen Mo, who is separated by a wall, is not at peace in his heart.

She rolled up the thin quilt and looked out the window at the mist-like moonlight, and the past flashed like a rewind shot.

She only knew that her mother and father divorced when she was two years old, but before she was in elementary school, her impression of Liu Rulan was actually very vague.

During the summer vacation of the first grade of elementary school, Wen Mo had just returned from a neighbor's house and found a woman in the house.

She was both familiar and unfamiliar with that woman, familiar because there was always a picture of this woman in the drawer of her father's room, the woman in the photo was very young, only sixteen or seventeen years old, but Wen Mo recognized the person in front of her at a glance as the girl in the photo; strange because her impression of this woman was almost blank.

That woman is Liu Rulan. She suddenly appeared and asked Wen Mo if she wanted to go with her.

Wen Mo was stunned, and subconsciously looked at her father.

Dad was silent, but it was a tacit look.

Liu Rulan told Wen Mo that she was her mother.

Her countenance was noble and gorgeous, and her gaze was faint and seemed to carry a hint of tenderness.

When she was a child, Wen Mo couldn't tell the meaning of that look, she instinctively refused, and ran back to her room in panic.

Across the door, she seemed to hear her father saying something to Liu Rulan, "give her time" or something like that.

Later, her father knocked on her door and asked if he could come in.

Dad is Wen Mo's most trusted person, she opened the door for Dad, Dad seemed to see through her uneasiness, the first thing he said to her after he came in was - Momo, don't be afraid.

Then her father talked to her for a long time, and told her that it was her mother, and that her mother missed her very much and wanted to take her to a new place, which was better than here.

But no matter what his father said, Wen Mo was unwilling to leave him.

Later, my father discussed with Liu Rulan for a long time, and finally decided to let Wen Mo go over to play this summer vacation, if she wanted, stay there, and if she didn't, then send her back before school started.

Since then, Wen Mo has gone to Liu Rulan's new home to play every winter and summer vacation, and she will come back when the vacation is over.

This pattern lasted until the summer vacation of Wen Mo's third year of junior high school, and an incident happened during that summer vacation, Wen Mo was greatly wronged, and never wanted to go over there again.

Later, Liu Rulan would come to see her from time to time, but since that incident, her relationship with Liu Rulan seems to have returned to the past, familiar and strange.

This time, my father was sick, and Wen Mo estimated that Liu Rulan shouldn't know yet.

As an adult, Wen Mo already understands why her father has been single for so many years, not that no one has come to media, but that her father is unwilling to start a new relationship.

When she was a child, Wen Mo would occasionally see her father looking at the photo in the drawer in a daze, his face was calm, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.

Later, she realized that her father had always loved Liu Rulan deeply, even though she was married to another woman.

How affectionate a man can be for a woman, Wen Mo saw from her father.

Dad is used to bearing everything silently, and he didn't even tell Wen Mo about such a big thing as being sick, how could he tell Liu Rulan.

She didn't complain about Liu Rulan in the past, but somehow, she is full of resentment and resentment at the moment, not for herself, but for her father.

How can that woman make this gentle man remember her for the rest of her life, and give her all her love and love for a lifetime.

There are always people on the Internet who say that in this era of fast food, love is like fast food, just a full stomach, and when you are full, you don't worry about it, and you throw it away if it doesn't suit your appetite.

She doesn't agree or complain, but sometimes she really wishes that her father could also change to a "fast food", but unfortunately, her wish has never been realized.

I thought about it all night, and the price was a faint cyan under my eyes.

Yu Boyan's ticket was ten o'clock in the morning, and after seeing him off, Wen Mo returned home and helped his father pack his luggage.

After packing his luggage, Wen Qizheng opened the drawer to get his ID card, and when he saw the photo, his fingers paused slightly, staring at the photo for a long time, as if he was hesitating to take the photo away.

"Dad, why can't you forget her?"

This sentence has been held in Wen Mo's heart for a long time, and she has never dared to ask.

Wen Qizheng was slightly stunned, his eyes fell on the photo, and gently brushed the faces of the people in the photo.

After a while, Wen Mo heard his answer, a little bitter and a little helpless.

"I also want to know why ......"

If you know why, probably there won't be so many crazy men and women in this world.

Wen Mo suddenly remembered that she had met Yu Boyan for the first time.

The noisy subway car, the bustling crowd, he suddenly turned around, the two looked at each other in an instant, their eyes met, and she, her heart sprouted.

Love really doesn't seem to have any logic at all.

Wen Mo was also silent, and seemed to understand a little.

Wen Qizheng's gaze fell on the old photo for a while, sighed softly, and closed the drawer.

His movements were extremely slow, so slow that Wen Mo felt that he was not closing a drawer, but his memories.

When he was a teenager, Wen Qizheng once read a poem called "Soliloquy", which has a paragraph:

The dark flowing water in the dream

Rushing through the ruins,

From nothingness you are constituted:

Painful braids, forgotten.

Wet shore in the night,

Horizontally clapping a piece

The ocean in sleepwalking, seeing nothing.

……

Nearly thirty years of affection are just a monologue in his heart.