Sun Juan recalled the scene she had seen in Zhang Qinghuan's hospital room just now.

She had a hard time believing that it was the man who was still smiling at him yesterday and saying thank you, and she didn't understand why there was such a big change.

He leaned back on the bed, the room was dark, with no lights on or curtains.

So she walked in and turned on the light for him, only to hear him roar angrily: "Shut down! Turn off the lights! ”

Frightened, she hurriedly turned off the light again.

When darkness returned to the room, the angry voices disappeared, and only long breaths remained.

She couldn't see Zhang Qinghuan's face clearly, she didn't know his expression, but she could feel as if there was a beast in this room, which made her feel scared.

She even thought of Zhang Qinghuan's evil deeds told to her by her colleagues.

This made her dare not take it in the ward for a second, and hurriedly ran out.

When she returned to the nurse's station, her heart was still beating fast, and she could only hide her panic and fear by lowering her head and sorting out the materials.

At this moment, a slightly magnetic voice sounded in front of her: "May I ask the nurse, Zhang Qinghuan...... What ward is it? ”

Sun Juan raised her head and looked at each other unexpectedly and vigilantly, a middle-aged man with white hair on his temples, but still with black hair in the middle.

"Who are you?" Sun Juan frowned and asked.

Director Yang specially explained to them that except for the general manager and head coach of the club, no one is allowed to know where Zhang Qinghuan is.

"Ah, I'm his agent......" The middle-aged man smiled at the dutiful little nurse, not offended by her direct inquiry.

"Broker? You wait......" Sun Juan picked up the phone and called Director Yang.

"Director Yang, I'm here at the nurse's station...... Someone said it was Zhang Qinghuan's agent and asked me what ward he was in...... Okay, okay. ”

She hung up the phone and said to the visitor: "Wait a minute, our Director Yang will come soon, and he will take you there." ”

"Okay, thanks." The middle-aged man politely stepped aside and stood against the wall.

Sun Juan secretly looked at the other party: This person is Zhang Qinghuan's agent? Looks like a very polite and reasonable person, why can't he manage his players? Let him go to nightclubs and bars every day to play with women...... Hey, your agent is a snack for his players!

Just when Sun Juan was thinking nonsense, Yang Hua walked over from his office, and when he saw Yongjun, he took the initiative to stretch out his hand and shake it with him: "Director Zhao and Manager Dong have told me, you come with me, and I will take you to meet him." ”

"Okay, I'm sorry for you, Dr. Yang."

"It's not troublesome, it's not troublesome, just help Zhang Qinghuan......"

Yang Hua said and walked in front to lead the way, and Yongjun followed.

Sun Juan leaned out of the nurse's station and saw two people walking straight towards the ward where Zhang Qinghuan was.

Then at the door of the ward, the agent said something to Director Yang, and pushed the door in by himself.

Director Yang didn't follow in, and when he saw the door closed, he turned around and walked back.

Sun Juan hurriedly retracted her body, lowered her head and pretended that she was busy.

Until she heard Director Yang's voice: "No one is allowed to approach over there." ”

Sun Juan nodded hurriedly: "Ah, good, good, Director Yang......"

Then he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Director Yang, that Zhang Qinghuan...... What's going on? I just went in to check on the room, and he yelled at me......"

Hearing Sun Juan say this, Yang Hua, who was about to leave, stopped, stared at her and asked, "What did he say to you?" ”

"Uh, he told me to turn the lights off......"

"Didn't say anything else?"

"It's gone...... Director Yang, what the hell is going on, he smiled and thanked me yesterday......"

"You don't care, it's none of your business." Yang Hua waved his hand, turned around and walked towards his office.

Sun Juan frowned, leaned out again, and set her eyes on Zhang Qinghuan's ward.

Director Yang's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, and there was silence on this floor.

She didn't hear any movement coming from Zhang Qinghuan's hospital room.

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As soon as Yongjun walked into Zhang Qinghuan's hospital room, he couldn't help frowning—it was too dark in this room, and it was so dark that it made people feel uncomfortable.

The person on the bed didn't say anything about his arrival, not even moving, and didn't seem to care who the person who came in.

Yongjun didn't speak, and looked at the closed curtains.

Obviously, when he came today, Jincheng was a sunny day in autumn.

So he went to the window and slammed the curtain open.

With a bang, bright sunlight poured in through the glass window, saving half of the room from darkness.

"What for?!" An exclamation came from the bed behind Yongjun.

He looked back and saw a figure curled up on the bed, covering his eyes and half of his face with his hands, as if burned by the sun's sting.

He ignored the man on the bed, and went on to the second window, pulling back the curtains.

Now the whole room was filled with the afternoon sun, and the slender dust that was raised slowly drifted in the room, falling gently.

"Pull it up! Close the curtains! I told you to close the curtains! ”

"Are you a vampire, Zhang Qinghuan?" Yongjun snorted. "Death in the light?"

Hearing this voice, Zhang Qinghuan, who was shouting, suddenly quieted down, he looked through his fingers, and then asked in an uncertain tone: "Yong...... Harmonious...... Uncle? ”

"Yes, you still recognize me, it seems that you have not been robbed of your body by vampires, you are still the Zhang Qinghuan I know."

"Uncle Yong, what are you ...... Here it comes? Zhang Qinghuan didn't react yet, and looked blankly at the middle-aged man in front of him who he was once very familiar with.

"Your mother asked me to come and see you, and although she really wanted to come, you know that she is not in good health." Yongjun looked at Zhang Qinghuan in front of him and said.

His face hasn't changed much from what he watched on TV before, and he doesn't have the scruffy appearance of a scruffy beard that is often seen in literary and artistic works, after all, it's only been two days, and he hasn't had time to grow too much...... Besides, how many beards can a twenty-three-year-old little furry child have?

But his eyes dimmed a lot, even though the room was very bright now, there was no light in those eyes, and when he heard Yongjun's words, it was even darker.

"Where's your agent?" Yongjun looked around the ward and asked, "What's that?" I lied to the little nurse at the nurse's station just now that I was your agent, and the little nurse actually believed it. It seems that the surname Xu didn't come? ”

"He called me to comfort me......"

"Oh! Yummy, great! Yongjun slapped his face and said with an exaggerated expression: "It's amazing that I even know to call you to comfort you, tsk!" What did he say on the phone? Do you have any intention of terminating the contract? ”

"No ......"

"It's not far away, he's just waiting for the club's official announcement. Don't worry, it won't be long before the club will arrange for a reporter to interview you tomorrow, and when the time comes, the club will terminate your contract with you when you give your retirement speech...... By the way, all the money you've made over the years has made you kid pretty much the same, right? ”

Zhang Qinghuan lowered his head and did not speak.

Seeing his cowardice, Yongjun suddenly thought of what the little guy named "Hu Lai" said to him in the office of the head coach of Shining Star today, but he happened to say it to Zhang Qinghuan as it was.

So he scoffed, "How? Do you want to sign me to be your broker again? Although we don't play football anymore, you are also a celebrity, and it is easier than ordinary people to make money...... I'll find you a variety show as a guest, you don't have to sing or dance, you just need to go to the plastic surgery hospital for a micro-plastic surgery first, and then just sit on the stage, be a mascot, and let the judges evaluate how your plastic surgery is and what else needs plastic surgery...... That's right, it was a plastic surgery variety show. I can also help you run it, be the spokesperson of that plastic surgery hospital, and get the same money. When you are older, you can also get free hyaluronic acid to keep your youth forever...... What do you think? ”

"Uncle Yong, if you are here to mock me and watch my jokes......" Zhang Qinghuan became a little impatient when he heard Yongjun talking nonsense.

"Of course I'm here to taunt you! I'm not just here to taunt you and see your jokes! I'm still here to beat you boy! Yongjun rudely interrupted Zhang Qinghuan's words and roared emotionally.

Then, as soon as the words fell, he rushed forward with an arrow step, rounded his arm and slapped Zhang Qinghuan fiercely.

"Smack!" A crisp sound pulled Zhang Qinghuan's face to the side.

"Drunk driving! And twice! Out of breath, boy! Why didn't you knock yourself to death! ”

"Smack!" There was another crisp sound, which pulled Zhang Qinghuan's face back.

The sudden two slaps blinded Zhang Qinghuan, and he didn't even cover his face with his hands, just looked at Yongjun in shock.

Yongjun gritted his teeth and said to him: "This is for your father!" ”

Zhang Qinghuan's mouth squirmed twice, but he didn't make any sound, he buried his head deeply.

"If Lao Zhang knew that the son he had worked so hard to cultivate would eventually fall to the point where he was about to retire at the age of twenty-three, he would only beat him harder than me! I only slapped you twice, and your dad can break both of your legs, believe it or not? ”

Yongjun is really like training his own son, training Zhang Qinghuan.

"I sometimes wonder, did Lao Zhang take care of you too well? Since you were in elementary school, he has been with you, taking you to learn to play football, taking you to play, whether home or away, he is always watching you from the sidelines...... Let you get used to the days with him. So once ...... When he's gone, you don't know how to walk, do you? ”

Zhang Qinghuan lowered his head and did not answer his words.

Seeing that he was so silent, Yongjun was even more irritable, and he scolded: "You little kid who doesn't grow up! ”

Then he said, "I'll come back tomorrow." You should think about my suggestion and go on that plastic surgery variety show. Don't think I'm joking with you, if you can't kick the ball, do you still expect your mother's salary to support you? You have to work hard to make money! Do those jobs that you previously looked down on! ”

With that, he turned and opened the door and walked out.

When the door was closed, Zhang Qinghuan was the only one left in the room.

Sitting on the bed, he slowly raised his head and looked at the sunny room, and there were no more outsiders.

Then he turned his head slowly to the window, and from the window on the fifth floor, he could see a small street in the distance.

This is a very ordinary small street, because it is close to the sports college, and there are many small restaurants on the street. Looking over from his position, you can see the students of the Institute of Physical Education coming in and out of those restaurants in twos and threes, and the streets are full of people coming and going, which is very lively.

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When Sun Juan saw Zhang Qinghuan's agent walking to the nurse's station, she smiled and nodded to herself, and then left directly.

She looked in the direction of Director Yang's office, and now she was alone in the nurse's station, and everyone else went to check the ward.

So she decided to take a sneak look at Zhang Qinghuan, without opening the door or disturbing him, just outside the door, standing on tiptoe and taking a look through the glass window on the door.

She was really curious about what this agent said to Zhang Qinghuan after he came, and whether she could make Zhang Qinghuan's mood better......

Sun Juan tiptoed outside the ward, tiptoed to see the situation in the ward.

To her surprise, but also very happy, it turned out that the sun was shining in the ward, where the curtains were closed tightly and the lights were not opened, and all the curtains were opened, and the windows were bright.

She found Zhang Qinghuan sitting up on the bed, wearing a hospital gown, he looked slightly thin in the sun.

He was turning his head to look out the window.

The afternoon sun shone on his fair face, a hazy shimmer.

He sat motionless on the bed, turning his head to look out the window, like a white marble sculpture, his eyes melancholy and deep.

The little nurse finally understood why so many women were willing to go out of their way knowing that he was a scumbag......

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Zhang Qinghuan remembered that when he was a child, there was also such a small street near the sports school where he learned to play football, which was full of all kinds of cheap restaurants that now seemed to be of low grade.

Every time he finished practicing, if he did well, his father would take him to the side street and let him choose a restaurant and treat him.

It is true that football was his hobby when he was a child, but when it turned into training sessions several times a week, basic practice day after day, and physical work under the reprimand and supervision of the coach, it was inevitably a little difficult.

At that time, for him, being able to eat a tooth sacrifice in a small restaurant on that street was the happiest thing after training.

Sometimes, in order to be able to have a meal there, he will be motivated in training and perform better than the other children.

The coach told his dad that he was very talented and his dad was very happy, but they didn't know that he just wanted to eat a good meal at first......

After eating, he sat on the back seat of his father's bicycle, put his little hands into the pocket of his father's coat from behind, leaned on his back, closed his eyes, and swayed home.

But then one winter night, Dad fell on his bike ride home and bruised his knee and bleed a little, which frightened Dad out. Since then, Dad has never taken him to play football on his bicycle, but instead took him on the bus to the subway.

He couldn't sit on the back seat of the bicycle and hug his father's waist, of course, he had grown a lot taller at that time, and his legs would touch the ground when he sat on the back seat of the bicycle, which was very uncomfortable, and his father was tired of pedaling.

It's not a swaying enjoyment, but the torture of stretching your legs all the way.

He still remembers telling his father at the time that when he makes money in the future, he must buy him a car, so that no matter how windy or rainy, he won't have to work so hard to come and watch him race.

Dad told him to buy a house first, and in order to support him to play football, he sold the family house, and his mother was angry about this for a long time. So he had to buy a house first, but it was a matter of his mother's mind.

But then house prices in the capital skyrocketed, and even if he became a professional footballer, it would not be so easy to afford a three-bedroom house. So until now, my mother still lives in a rented house in the capital......

Looking at the unremarkable small street, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly remembered a lot of past events about him and his father.

Many of them are memories that he has deliberately closed since three years ago.

Now they all poured out, and they couldn't stop it, like a rushing flood that completely drowned him.

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PS, it's the last day of the month, if you still haven't voted for a monthly pass, you might as well vote for this book.

Also, Cat Stevens' "Father and Son" is recommended. I've always wanted to find an opportunity to seamlessly insert this song into the plot, but alas, I couldn't find the right one. After all, it's not like a film and television work, you can play BGM directly while showing the picture. If I start inserting lyrics directly and abruptly, it will only make the reader feel like I'm counting words again......

So although I think the lyrics of this song are particularly suitable for Zhang Qinghuan's plot, I can't use it in the book, so I have to recommend it at the end of the chapter.

The chapter name of the previous chapter actually comes from this song.

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