In the afternoon, the sky was even darker, and the north wind was howling.

Cheng Yiming sat quietly on the edge of the bed, like a sculpture, looking at his father lying motionless on the bed, with an indescribable soreness in his heart.

Fortunately, I finally arranged everything properly, and finally persuaded my mother to go back to rest, and probably explained the origin of so much of my money. Anyone who learns that a student who is still studying has so much money all of a sudden, cannot help but be suspicious.

It's just that in this world, if there are still people who will worry about you unconditionally and believe in you unconditionally and support you, this person must be parents.

The greatness and boundlessness of family affection, how can a person understand it in a hurry for more than ten years?

From time to time, I heard the sound of the instrument dripping.

There was a hula, and the closed door was suddenly pushed open.

Cheng Yiming still sat there quietly and didn't look back.

A hand slowly landed on his shoulder, and Huang Hongwei's slightly hoarse voice came from his ear: "Lao Cheng, my uncle is ...... He's fine, right? ”

Cheng Yiming turned around at this time, and saw Huang Hongwei, Fang Zhengdong, Zhan Tian, Xiaofeng, Hongyan, Rabbit, and Nuan Nuan all standing quietly in the room, with a look of worry and anxiety on their faces.

"I didn't go to the competition, which was a real disappointment for everyone."

Seeing familiar faces, Cheng Yiming's heart couldn't help but feel hot, and he opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Dust!"

The rabbit finally couldn't help crying, ran over and grabbed Cheng Yiming's hand, and burst into tears for a while.

After a long time, Cheng Yiming gently stroked the rabbit's shoulders and said softly: "You guys go back first, I want to accompany my dad alone, by the way, fatty, you help me bring a sentence to the sword, just say that I have something to do in the past few days, and I guess I won't be able to play the game." ”

Huang Hongwei sat down on the stool and said, "I won't go back, why is your father not my father, I will accompany you!" ”

"Fatty, I know your intentions, you go back first, and come back tomorrow."

Cheng Yiming smiled bitterly, and then said: "You go back and say to Jian Qian, although Dongzi is usually silent, he is thoughtful, and things like managing gangs can definitely help him a lot, so I said that I said it." ”

With a wave of his hand, he simply closed his eyes.

Zhan Tian walked over, patted Cheng Yiming's shoulder, and said, "Old Cheng, your business is my business, if there is anything you want to help, just ask." I know, you must be in a mess right now, so be quiet, stay with your uncle, and we'll come back tomorrow. ”

After that, he pulled the rabbit and gave her a look.

The rabbit shook off Zhan Tian's hand, his eyes were red with grievances, and he whimpered: "I don't, I'm going here, not going anywhere!" ”

Cheng Yiming's heart was agitated, and he said slowly: "Obedient, go back with your brother and them first, didn't you say that you should upgrade well, practice your skills, and strive to get a good ranking in the next martial arts competition, I can remember it." ”

The rabbit finally sat up very reluctantly, took Cheng Yiming's hand, and said, "Dusty ......"

Cheng Yiming reached out and took the tissue, helped her wipe away the tears on her face, pinched her nose, and said, "Go back, don't think so much." ”

"Yes! You're going to be good! I'll come back tomorrow! ”

The rabbit said, leaned over and kissed Cheng Yiming lightly on the forehead, turned around and ran out of the door.

Several people left the ward one after another, Xiao Feng put a large bag of things in his hand on the table, and wanted to say something comforting, but he didn't know what to say for a while, stood stunned for a moment, and gently retreated, and at the same time reached out to close the door.

There was silence in the room for a moment.

The wind was still blowing outside the window, and the sky was completely dark.

There was a faint smell of potion wafting in the air, and the drips in the hanging bottle were still dripping unhurriedly. Cheng Yiming gently grabbed his father's calloused hands, looked at the distant night sky outside the window, and his mind was full of his father's stern and loving face.

I remember when I was a child, I once went to a relative's house with my father, and he liked the small music box of the relative's house very much, and quietly put it in his pocket when he left. After returning home and being found by his father, his usually kind face suddenly became extremely severe, and he was punished to stand by the door, and he was beaten with a dozen bamboo sticks on each hand, and after the beating, he was asked to send things back.

He still remembers how wronged he was at that time, how much he hated his father, and vowed never to ignore him again.

When I woke up the next morning, I had a brand new music box next to my pillow. Later, I heard from my mother that it was his father who rode a bicycle overnight and went to the county seat to buy himself a music box.

When I was in elementary school, I was very naughty, once I fell with a friend in the village, accidentally broke my arm, and I didn't dare to tell my parents when I got home, so I quietly hid back in my room alone. At that time, the family was threshing wheat, and when his father found out, he was furious, and he took him to the hospital without regard to the work in hand. Because he was riding too fast on the road, he accidentally fell on the side of the road in order to avoid pedestrians.

The moment the car fell, his father shrank back sharply and took him in his arms, but he fell to the ground fiercely, and his arm rubbed on the gravel road with blood pouring out.

There are so many things, one scene at a time, as if it happened not so long ago.

Since I was in high school, I have lived on campus until I went to college in another place. After so many years, he realized that he had not sat down properly and talked to his father; He realized that the figure in his heart, which seemed to be forever majestic, had also become rickety and twilight under the blowing of the years.

The howling north wind has stopped at some point, and heavy snow is falling outside the window.

I remembered that winter, when my father helped me build a snowman, and then stood in the snow as a target and let him hit it with a snowball.

Before you know it, your eyes are sour again.

Suddenly, I remembered the stranger who sent me a message in the game during the day, who is he? How did you know this? Why tell yourself?

Car Accident, Fleeing Driver ......

I suddenly remembered the God of War Gang, who had suddenly lowered a lot of money recently, and the nameless God of War who was bound to take revenge.

These things, preferably just an accident.

Even so, he still had to find out the driver who caused the accident, and at the same time, the stranger who emailed him.

Whether in the game or in reality, he does not allow his relatives and friends to be hurt at all.

Those who are good to himself, he will remember them one by one; People who can't get along with themselves won't let him have a good time either!

Before you know it, it's late at night.

The snow was still falling outside the window, and he finally couldn't support it anymore and fell asleep slowly on the edge of the bed.

The sky in the dream is exceptionally blue, and the sun is exceptionally dazzling.

Crisp birdsong, rockeries of varying heights, and flower clusters competing to bloom. Where is this? How can there be such a realistic dream? Cheng Yiming puzzled along the quiet gravel path, all the way forward, pavilions, water pavilions staggered, like a dream.

It was just a dream.

Suddenly, he stopped.

I saw that on the edge of the creek platform in the distance, there was an old man in a soap robe and plain shoes with a fairy wind and bones sitting with his back to him.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The old man didn't turn around, and said lightly.

Cheng Yiming looked around, in the quiet garden, there was no one else except the old man, and said in surprise: "Are you waiting for me?" ”

The old man said slowly: "Waiting is not waiting, not waiting is waiting, you are both you and not you." ”

Cheng Yiming was confused when he heard this, and said speechlessly: "I'm not me, so who is it?" ”

The old man laughed, and then got up and turned back.

It's him? Cheng Yiming suddenly remembered the small sword around his neck again.

I saw the old man leisurely holding his hands behind his back, smiling, looking at Cheng Yiming, and then said: "Well, yes, it's much better than I imagined!" It's just that there are too many worldly distractions in my heart, and it is inevitable to be bound. ”

Cheng Yiming had too many questions in his heart, and he didn't know where to start for a while, and finally couldn't help but say, "Who are you?" Can you control other people's dreams? What is that little sword you gave me for? And what kind of agreement you said last time, you haven't told me yet! ”