"What's wrong, Dad?"

Cheng Mu looked at his father as if he wasn't listening to him, just stared at himself with a meaningful smile, and couldn't help but ask his father with a smile.

Cheng's father turned to his hand out of the corner of his eyes, as if he wanted to reach out and touch Cheng Mu's face, Cheng Mu was so smart, he immediately understood, and put his father's cold hand on his frozen red face.

"Xiao Mu...... You...... Listen to me!"

Father Cheng frowned, chapped lips, and his voice was very soft.

Cheng Mu sighed in his heart, and put his head slightly closer to his father, so that his father could speak more easily.

"Apocalypse...... That kid, tell me a lot about you. ”

Father Cheng used all his strength to slow down the speed of speech, and naturally he didn't stutter so much.

Cheng Mu nodded, it turned out that it was Brother Qi who told him about these things, no wonder his father always wanted to hear about this today.

"I don't understand it...... I don't understand your game, but I can see that Apocalypse really admires you... Are you really talented in that field? ”

Father Cheng didn't know if he was too excited or too hard, anyway, his speech gradually became clearer, and even his words seemed to be about to be the same as ordinary people.

Cheng Mu saw his anxious father, and he didn't intend to lie, he nodded confidently, in the field of League of Legends, who dares to say that talent is stronger than himself?

Countless professional players are beaten by themselves and just want to hang up, and countless passers-by and legends are honored as "training geniuses" when they see themselves.

Even three hundred pieces that will move, sad little arrows, little red beans, these gods and brothers. Who hasn't suffered defeat under his own hands?

So, although he didn't know what his father wanted to say, he confessed.

"You...... I love playing this game. Don't like to read? Father Cheng stared at Cheng Mu tightly again and asked in a deep voice.

If it was usual, Cheng Mu would definitely say that he liked to read in order to reassure his father, but seeing that his father is so strict now, he also intends to tell the truth about everything.

It was a communication with my father's unreserved soul.

"If it weren't for us, would you really go professional?"

Cheng's father pondered for a long time. finally spit out this sentence gently, and then stared at Cheng Mu, he had to have the most correct answer.

Cheng Mu couldn't bear to lie to his father. A hint of determination flashed in his clear eyes, and then he nodded, "It should be." ”

My father has always loved himself and accommodated himself in almost everything, but only on the road of playing games. He has always been a staunch opponent. This is also the only reason why the father and son were a little discordant during the college entrance examination.

When Cheng Mu nodded, he had already prepared that his father would be angry, and he also thought about how to appease his father's words.

However, Cheng's father just said very blandly: "Okay, I support you." ”

What the?

"Father's support for his career? No way! ”

Cheng Mu subconsciously shook his head, but when he met his father's dim but incomparably bright eyes, he had to believe that his father was telling the truth.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, and the father's eyes are not only loving and kind. He could only see the innocence and the truth, and his father was definitely not lying. He really thought so.

"No, Dad, I'll study hard, don't worry."

After a long time, Cheng Mu exhaled a long breath and squeezed out a smile at his father.

Father Cheng frowned and glared at Cheng Mu a little annoyed.

Cheng Mu said helplessly: "Then you say, Dad, I will listen to you." ”

Father Cheng tried to move his lips again, and said in a very soft but firm voice: "If you have a dream, you can realize it." ”

"If you have a dream, you will make it happen?"

Cheng Mu muttered this sentence repeated, smiling bitterly and laughing at himself, is he still qualified to realize his dream now?

My father is like this, and I may not be able to leave after the start of school in the New Year, let alone realize my dreams? Playing professionally?

Dreams, after all, are just dreams.

Cheng Mu's cry just now also made him mature enough, he must take into account the reality, what game dreams should stand aside first.

In this world, there is absolutely nothing more important than one's loved ones.

As if seeing what Cheng Mu was smiling bitterly, Cheng's father was very eager to say in a slightly hoarse voice: "No, no! ”

He obviously said too much, and his voice and tongue were a little overwhelmed, Cheng Mu hurriedly nodded to his father to reassure him.

And it wasn't too early, it should have been earlier than the nurse said the patient's rest time.

Cheng's father opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound, his eyes just stared at Cheng Mu, as if he wanted to tell him not to leave, and wanted to talk to him.

Cheng Mu looked at his father's appearance, and felt sad again. It's just that he shook his head very resolutely, his father's rest is important, otherwise it may cause other consequences.

He didn't dare to make his father happy just to cause irreparable regrets in his life.

Cheng's father was helpless, so he could only watch Cheng Mu pull the quilt for him, and then say good night, ready to turn off the lights and go to bed.

There is also a bed next to it, which is for the family members who care for the patient.

Looking at the clean and neat folding of the quilt pillows, it is definitely from his mother's hand, and Cheng Mu is no longer familiar with this folding method.

The lights went out, Cheng Mu took off his coat and lay on the bed, but he couldn't sleep.

He was afraid that he would have nightmares, and if he dreamed that something really happened to his father, he would definitely wake up crying.

Because he was afraid of affecting his father's rest, Cheng Mu turned over very carefully, forcing himself to close his eyes and not think about anything, whether it was his father's illness or what he said just now.

But unfortunately, sometimes, even sleeping is a luxury.

More than an hour had passed, and he could even hear his father's slight breathing, but he still couldn't sleep.

I was bored and turned on my long-turned mobile phone, and a lot of messages popped up in an instant.

Basically, they are all fat people, but they asked themselves if there was any news of their arrival, which made Cheng Mu, who was empty in his heart, feel a little relieved.

Anyway, it's a good feeling to have a few brothers who care about you all the time.

Of course, Shang Xiaowen also sent him a photo of her smiling like a flower on the letter, which was a selfie she took at the door of her house after she arrived home at noon today.

The street behind is pale, the trees are also decorated with snowflakes, and Shang Xiaowen, whose nose is red from the cold but is still smiling like a flower, has a bit of the meaning of "the peach blossoms on the human face are red", which is definitely a perfect photo that countless teenagers dream of.

Cheng Mu enlarged this photo and saw Shang Xiaowen's long eyelashes shining with elf light, and her small mouth was slightly upturned, revealing cunning, which made Cheng Mu unconsciously show a smile.

There are always too many things to be happy in life, but there are always things to be happy about.

However, hearing his father's dull breathing, Cheng Mu sighed again and closed his phone.

"Dad, you asked me to make my dream come true, but my dream now is to make you get better quickly, can you make this dream come true?" (To be continued......)