The fat white man sat quietly on a stool in the hospital, waiting for the results of the blood test.

If everything is normal, tomorrow the crew's costumes will be in place.

took out a cigarette from his pocket, and just wanted to light it, but was stopped by the little nurse on the side with a look.

The white fat man slammed his mouth and put the cigarette back.

There was a slight vibration sound from the mobile phone, and the note was Bai Changjun, the irresponsible father.

The white fat man frowned, but still answered the phone.

No matter how angry he is, he will not fail to answer Bai Changjun's call, but the father and son are more face-saving than the other, and no one can pull their faces to contact.

Decades ago, when everyone on the street was still carrying a BB machine, Bai Changjun already had one of the best BB machines on the market.

Straddle your waist all day long, show off with others, and can't wait to find a rope to hang around your neck.

Once he went out for a drink, he didn't hear back from his mother in time.

After sobering up, Bai Changjun returned home trembling.

"Bring the BB machine. The grandmother of the white fat man said with a straight face.

Bai Changjun handed it over cautiously, lowered his head, and looked at the instep of his foot.

"Smash me! Buy stuff and don't even reply to my messages, what's the use?"

The grandfather of the white fat man was also really obedient, and honestly took out the hammer and smashed this not cheap object.

The next day, the old couple pedaled their bicycles again, ran to the county, bought a new one, and put it in front of Bai Changjun's bed.

"You remember, you can't go without answering your parents' calls and messages at any time. ”

In this story, as long as Bai Changjun takes a sip of wine, he will definitely nag the white fat man a few words.

The relationship between father and son, who gather less and leave more, has gradually warmed up in recent years, until a few days ago, because of some trivial things, the white fat man came to Jiangbei.

"Hey, tell me something, I've got something else to do. ”

"What can you do? Can't you honestly come back and take over the coal mine? Why, you don't look down on this money?" Bai Changjun tried his best to suppress his anger.

"Boss Bai, if you have nothing to do, I'll hang up, I'm very busy here. The white fat man said a little stiffly.

Every time I talk to Bai Changjun about this, there is almost no need to continue talking, it just adds to the anger.

"Sir, your blood report is out, go get it if it's convenient for you. The little nurse walked up to the white fat man and whispered.

When I got closer, I saw the white fat man holding the phone in his hand, and he looked apologetic.

The white fat man nodded slightly, and on the phone, the father and son were silent for a while.

"Toot ......"

There was a busy sound from the microphone, and the white fat man hung up the phone, let out a long exhale, and took out the blood report.

Of course, the test results were unqualified, and the white fat man's blood sugar and blood pressure did not meet the standard.

Squatting at the entrance of the hospital, the mobile phone vibrated again.

There was an extra million in the bank card and no more news.

The white fat man took a deep puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled it.

At this moment, he realized that his father seemed to have learned to compromise.

Bai Changjun, who couldn't listen to anything back then, seems to have become history.

His mother didn't even see Bai Changjun before she died.

There was a lot of accident in the coal mine that year, resulting in two people being disabled.

After the family pays for the medical expenses, they almost can't open the pot.

This man went out to work for three years, and when he came back with a comeback investment.

only to find out that his wife was deceased.

This matter has always been a hurdle in the heart of the white fat man.

His mother was lying on the hospital bed weakly, and in order not to burden Bai Changjun, she concealed her condition.

Bai Yang, who was still young, also grew up under the care of his relatives, and hated the man who was about to disappear his impression.

Although Bai Changjun has not found another wife after so many years, the hurdle in Bai Yang's heart has always been unpassable.

Nowadays, cancer is still an incurable disease, and the medical level of that year, even if Bai Changjun came back, the chance of recovery was very small.

Moreover, the money for chemotherapy can once again bring down the family.

The white fat man didn't hate his father for not having money to treat his mother, he only hated that this man didn't even return home once after he went out.

Before her mother died, her last wish was to see Bai Changjun.

This woman, who has accompanied him for half her life, has enjoyed the blessings of a few years, but has suffered for more than ten years.

Extinguishing the cigarette butt, the white fat man gently exhaled a breath in his hand, started the car, and rushed to the crew.

Bingcheng, Bai Changjun sat on the sofa in a daze, and the huge villa seemed extremely empty and silent at this moment.

He held the photo in his hand, which had been smoothed out of the corners, and tears kept pouring out of his eyes.

"Xiao Yun, I'm sorry for you...... Didn't take care of Yangyang either. ”

A famous coal mine giant in Longjiang Province cried like a child, lonely and helpless.

The dazzling light illuminated the sparse white hair on Bai Changjun's head even paler.

………………

Li Xiang's work efficiency is very high, and it took a whole day to write a small part of the plot of the worry-solving grocery store.

said hello to Liu Wentao and uploaded the book.

Liu Wentao was a little excited to look for Li Xiang's new book, and he was a little curious about what kind of surprise this young man would bring to them.

"Anxiety relief grocery store, doesn't it look like a war?" Liu Wentao muttered with some confusion.

Immediately passed the review, immediately clicked on the book, read it, half an hour passed.

Liu Wentao's brain is still in a state of some dizziness, and the front of this book is a little incomprehensible.

Before the mid-plot, the book looks a little confusing.

But the character portrayal and other aspects are still very good, and it is a good book.

Liu Wentao sent the book to Qiangzi's mailbox, marked it as Li Xiang's new book, and didn't pay attention to it anymore.

Li Xiang didn't care about his new book, and his hair has fallen out a lot recently because of the album.

At this time, the standard number of songs on an album is twelve.

Li Xiang's first album is definitely going to make a difference.

Original albums are the most eye-catching category.

Excluding the bicycle written for Chen Shiyu, there are currently five songs in the album.

"And seven more...... I'm Nima......" Li Xiang felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Collapsed on the bed and unwilling to move, the whole person lost his soul.

"No, I have to find a professional, it's too difficult to do without an agent. Li Xiang stood up violently and muttered.

Just the manufacturer who makes the album, as well as the promotion channels and promotion methods, this is enough for Li Xiang to drink a pot.

He didn't have that much energy to study these over and over again.

Suddenly, Li Xiang's eyes lit up, and he picked up the phone and dialed Zhang Wenshan.