Zhuang Zheng spent the whole day in the oncology department of the inpatient department.

Time, it seems, shortened on that day.

In the past, Zhuang felt that his father would always be there, always so verbose and unreasonable, that he didn't even want to meet him.

But today, Zhuang Yan didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to be by Zhuang Zhenguo's side.

It's about to be lost, and maybe it's precious.

Wang Xiaolan had already told Zhuang Zhuang the results of the diagnosis.

Cirrhosis has turned into liver cancer.

What does this mean?

It means losing.

Zhuang Zhenguo still has that cold face.

In his eyes, his son has not yet achieved what he hoped for.

He wanted a soldier.

And not a son.

One of his two sons is thriving in the local area, and there seems to be no possibility for him to become a soldier.

And Zhuang Yan, his youngest son, is also Zhuang Zhenguo's son who feels most like him.

Personality like.

It looks like it.

But it is precisely because of his solemnity that Zhuang Zhenguo will be more demanding.

Zhuang Buping was born a sleek and sophisticated person, in the economic wave of reform and opening up, Zhuang Buping played all his strengths, and succeeded.

asked Zhuang Buping to become a soldier, Zhuang Zhenguo felt that there was no possibility.

In the minds of veterans, there will be some feelings of family and country, and everyone in their family will inherit the mantle, which seems to be the biggest flaw in life.

Zhuang Zhenguo believes that solemnity should go to the army, should be a soldier to defend the country, and should wear a military uniform and be a soldier like himself.

The Chinese pay attention to the inheritance of the father's business from the son.

This is not only because the solemnity is like himself, but the indescribable and unclear feelings of a veteran, seeing the solemnity, Zhuang Zhenguo wants to throw him into the army.

However, he served in the army for many years, shed blood and sweat for the country, and completely neglected his family.

Military personnel also have shortcomings.

On the battlefield, no one dared to question Zhuang Zhenguo's decision.

At home, too, no one can question their decisions.

When Zhuang Zhenguo was a child, Zhuang Zhenguo held it in his hand every time he visited his home and was reluctant to put it down.

When he was five years old, when Zhuang Yan was still an ignorant doll, he was a madman who had a period of time for military uniforms, and even let himself make a military uniform for himself.

At that time, Zhuang Zhenguo was ecstatic and felt that the old dealer was a successor.

He has always been thrifty, went to the tailor shop and paid a lot of money, personally took out his military uniform photo, asked the tailor to sew a set of miniature version of the 78-style military uniform according to the proportions, and then sewed his treasured 65-style cockade onto the hat, and the family went to the photo studio to take a family photo with joy.

Zhuang Zhenguo, who is accustomed to seeing blood, tears and cruelty on the battlefield, certainly knows how precious the peace and stability of the country are.

He cherishes every minute and every second he spends at home.

Unfortunately, there is never a best of both worlds.

Zhuang Zhenguo chose the profession of a soldier and chose to defend the country on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, and his family could only be put aside.

A large part of the solemn rebellion stems from the lack of paternal love in childhood.

It's just that Zhuang Zhenguo never admits this.

The dignity of a soldier and the majesty of his father made him unwilling to admit it.

Just as at this time, solemnly sitting on the edge of his hospital bed peeling apples for him, Zhuang Zhenguo yelled at him impatiently: "You go!" I don't need you here! ”

The hand that solemnly peeled the apple stopped, looked at his father who was lying on the bed with a bad complexion but was still stubborn and dictatorial, and couldn't help but say, "If you don't accept you, get up and drive me away!" ”

Zhuang Zhenguo wanted to sit up from the bed, but found that as long as he moved, he felt a pain all over his body.

solemnly squeezed him and said, "Dad, I'm coming back this time, not to be angry with you, but to want our father and son to sit down and have a good talk, okay?" ”

Zhuang Zhenguo gasped for breath and had to lie down again.

Solemnly stood up and tidied up the quilt for his father.

He saw that Zhuang Zhenguo's legs and abdomen were already swollen.

The condition seems to be very serious.

"Dad, you shouldn't hide it from me." He said.

Zhuang Zhenguo was panting, his gray face still had the arrogance of a soldier, and said: "You are not qualified to command me, I am your father!" ”

Majestically smiled bitterly.

Father is still like that.

This is the reason why the two fathers and sons have been unable to reconcile.

Zhuang Zhenguo will always stand in his father's position and use traditional concepts to order himself.

"Dad, I'm not talking to you as a son, I'm talking to you as a soldier, okay?"

Zhuang Zhenguo suddenly trembled, and a glimmer of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

Finally, he nodded: "Okay, let's talk." ”

Solemnly turned his head, took out the top medal representing honor from his backpack, and put it in Zhuang Zhenguo's hand.

"I didn't disgrace you."

Zhuang Zhenguo's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the medal. His hand, trembling slightly, picked up the medal box.

The box is cloth-topped with a pattern and a military emblem printed on it.

When it was opened, inside was a golden medal of honor for the top military training figure.

Zhuang Zhenguo carefully stroked the medal with his hand, and suddenly, he seemed to remember something and asked, "Where is your third-class merit medal!?" ”

Solemnly stunned for a moment.

"Do you remember this?"

Zhuang Zhenguo said: "The family has received good news, of course I remember. ”

Zhuang Zhuang had no choice but to take out the third-class medal from the quilt again, hold it in his hand, hesitate for a moment, and still hand it over.

"Why don't you show me the third-class merit medal first?" Zhuang Zhenguo carefully looked at the two military merit medals, raised his head and looked solemnly: "Third-class merit is more difficult to win than a top gold medal." ”

solemnly hesitated for a moment and said, "Third-class merit, I am ashamed to take it." ”

Zhuang Zhenguo frowned and asked, "Why?" ”

Solemnly remembered the old confusion.

All along, Zhuang Yan avoided thinking about this, but now that his father asked, he had to say.

This is self-talking, and now it is not a conversation between a father and son, but between a recruit and a veteran.

"This is the anti-flood, my comrades-in-arms sacrificed...... However, I have made meritorious contributions......"

Zhuang Zhenguo let out a long sigh of "oh", there seemed to be a trace of sadness on his face, and then, the person looked as if he had taken a shot in the arm, and he was in a lot of energy.

"You've grown up......," he said, "do you know how many military medals I have?" ”

He suddenly asked the question, which had never been mentioned before.

Majestically shook his head.

All along, he knew that his father's military medal existed, and he always knew that it was hidden in the bottom of the largest wardrobe in his parents' room, in the locked drawer.

However, he had never seen his father Zhuang Zhenguo take out these military medals, and only once did he solemnly steal his parents' key and open the drawer.

However, before he had time to read those military medals, he was told the secret by Zhuang Buping, and was smoked half to death by his father with a belt.

"How many are there?" He asked.