The thoughts that had accumulated for a few days all turned into lingering, and Zhou Wei wanted to be a little fierce, and after the incident, Chang An was hugged by him with relish.

Zhou Yan rubbed her shoulder with one hand and held a cigarette in the other.

Chang An knew that he smoked, but his addiction to smoking was not very heavy, but he obviously came back today with a strong smell of smoke.

"Do you have something on your mind?" she asked.

In the smoke, Zhou Wei glanced at her, did not answer this question, and asked, "Have you contacted your father in the past few days?"

"No, he and Aunt Ying are still in Beijing. ”

"Tourism?"

"It's said that my dad has official business, but most of the time he should still be traveling. ”

Zhou Wei didn't speak, and his eyes became deeper and deeper under the not-so-bright light.

Chang An was in a trance, raised his head and asked, "Do you have something to tell me?"

The man holding him took another puff of cigarette before he spoke, "I found someone to get a copy of your father's medical report." ”

Chang An got up suddenly, and covered the thin blanket covering his chest with his hands to cover the key parts.

"What does the medical report say?"

Zhou Wei glanced at her, a large area of shoulders and breasts were exposed, and suddenly realized that it seemed that he should not pick this time to tell her about it.

"Chang'an, why don't you sleep first?"

Chang An glared at him, "Say it quickly." ”

Zhou Wei: "Then you should be mentally prepared, your father's physical examination results are not good." ”

Chang An was stunned for a moment, and only after a few seconds did he ask, "How bad is it?"

Zhou Wei breathed a sigh of relief, "Rectal cancer, middle and advanced stage." ”

There was no sound in the room for a while, Chang An could only hear her pounding heartbeat, the three words rectal cancer were too far away from her, no one around her had suffered from it, and she didn't know how serious it was, but she didn't want to ask, she didn't want to ask a word at the moment.

Zhou Wei looked at the woman in front of him, with long hair and a shawl, thick black like silk covering his chest, soft and soft, but there was no expression on his face at all, as if he was not sad or happy, as if the sick person had nothing to do with her.

After a while, she slowly leaned down and shrunk into Zhou Wei's arms like a cat.

Zhou Wei was still holding a cigarette in her hand, afraid that it would burn her, so her arm was raised in mid-air for a while, and finally pinched the cigarette.

"Chang'an..."

"Don't talk!"

The woman on the chest said lightly, Zhou Yan stopped talking, he accompanied her quietly, afraid that she would cry, and wrapped the person tighter, but more than half an hour passed, Chang An did not shed tears.

She knew Chang Wangde too well, and she knew what choice he had made.

A few days later, Wei Suying and Chang Wangde came back from Beijing, and Chang An went to see him and didn't say hello in advance, so he didn't know here. Chang An went directly into the house, and as soon as he walked to the front hall, he heard a voice coming from the backyard.

"Chang Wangde, you can't be so selfish in everything, shouldn't you think about it for me and Jiahui at this point?" Wei Suying's voice seemed to be crying.

Chang An's footsteps paused there, followed by Chang Wangde's voice, but because it was a little far away, his voice was small, so he didn't hear it clearly.

"Okay, your decision...... You have always only considered yourself when making any decision, okay, I won't persuade you, no matter what, let it go!" Wei Suying finished crying, and walked this way.

Before Chang An could flash, he confronted Wei Suying head-on.

Wei Suying still had a pair of red eyes, and she was obviously startled when she saw Chang An, but she quickly reacted.

"Xiao An, why are you here? She forced a smile and reached out to wipe her tears.

Chang An glanced at the backyard, "You and my dad... Got a fight?"

"No, you can't quarrel, you don't know your father's temper, the older you get, the more tough you get, you don't bother to quarrel with him, what... You sit down for a while, and I'll go and make a few more dishes in the kitchen, and eat here at noon. Wei Suying quickly finished speaking, and without looking at Chang An, she went straight ahead.

Chang An stood in place, the scorching sun was overhead, but there was a cool wind blowing in the backyard, standing in this position and not being able to see the people in the backyard, she walked forward a little further and crossed the threshold.

Under the shade of the trees in the backyard, Chang Wangde sat alone on the recliner with a small rattan chair next to him, on which were teacups, teapots, cigarette cases, and a few newspapers, and he also had one in his hand and was flipping through it.

Chang An approached slowly, Chang Wangde was wearing reading glasses, squinting his eyes, he didn't see him for more than a week, he seemed to have lost weight again, the white short-sleeved shirt looked a little empty on his body, and silver threads came out of his sideburns, and when the wind blew, more layers were exposed.

Chang Wangde is old, and his father is old.

Chang An couldn't tell his mood at this time, the accumulated hatred and estrangement, at this moment, he couldn't resist family affection.

"Dad," she shouted.

The man in the chair looked up, and he squinted in the sunlight.

"Xiao An. He smiled and put the newspaper down, "When did it come?"

"When I first arrived, Aunt Ying said that you came back from Beijing, and I had nothing to do at home, so I came over to have a look."

"Then come and sit..."

Chang Wangde hurriedly got up to remove the newspaper and cigarette case from the chair next to him, Chang An went over, "I'll come." She put her things on the floor and carried them to the cigarette case, which was obviously freshly opened, and there were two missing cigarettes inside.

"Dad, when did you start smoking?"

Chang Wangde was stunned, "No, it's rare to smoke one." ”

"You've just had surgery, so it's better not to smoke. ”

"I know, your Aunt Ying is in charge, I know it in my heart. He took his reading glasses off.

Chang An responded, sat down on the chair, turned around and glanced at Chang Wangde again, and smiled: "Dad, you continue to read the newspaper, I'll sit with you for a while." ”

Chang Wangde's eyes seemed to be sluggish for a moment, but he soon laughed as well, "Okay, stay and eat at noon, Xiao Ai has returned to her hometown in the past few days, and the cook has also taken leave, and today your Aunt Ying will cook herself." ”

Chang An had insomnia last night, and got up in the middle of the night to secretly check the information.

Rectal cancer refers to the cancer between the dentate line and the junction of the rectosigmoid colon, known as one of the three major malignant tumors in the world, because of its location deep into the pelvis, complex anatomy relationship, general chemotherapy effect, can not be cured, even if the surgery is not easy to be thorough, the postoperative recurrence rate is high, the middle and lower rectal cancer is close to the anal sphincter, if the operation is difficult to preserve the anal function.

In other words, once he undergoes surgery, Chang Wangde is very likely to need to undergo an artificial anus, but the artificial anus has no self-control, what does this mean? It means that he needs to carry an artificial anus on his back, and he needs to face the embarrassment of fecal incontinence at any time, not to mention the quality of life, even the minimum of decency and dignity will no longer be there.

Chang An knew that her father had been competitive all his life, and he couldn't accept that he had become like this no matter what.

To cure or not to cure, for him, the answer to choose is self-evident.