"How did you get to the tenth place?" Lan looked at the newly released list of newcomers in online literature with a surprised face, and she was deeply unconvinced by the behavior of ranking Yang Fan to the tenth place in the list.

"Then how many do you think I can get in the first place?" Yang Fan replied casually while reading the book carefully.

"At least fifth. Lan thought for a moment and gave a pertinent answer.

"Is there a big difference between the tenth and the fifth?" Yang Fan raised his head to look at Lan's puffing appearance, and said lightly.

"Of course, the difference is big, at least your worth as a writer has doubled. ”

"Is it that important? Fifth and tenth are not the first for me. Yang Fan held his chin with his hand and continued: "What's more, I'm only 22 years old, and I've only written online articles for a few months. ”

Lan looked at Yang Fan, who was breezy and calm, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Thinking back to the boy who loved to cry and love a few months ago, the person in front of him has become a real man.

Not only did he realize the sense of responsibility that a man should have, but what was even more commendable was that he had been under the pressure of life and those doubts and difficulties, keeping his heart and taking every step carefully.

"You've really grown up. After Lan threw out this old-fashioned sentence, she took out a pen and erased the 10 and 0 before Yang Fan's name on the list, because in her heart, Yang Fan was the first.

When Yang Fan was studying hard for the exam a few days later, Mr. Qi was restless in the medical hall.

As a nationally renowned TCM practitioner, he has always been very disciplined and cherishes his reputation. This time, in order to help Yang Fan apply for the medical qualification examination, he did not hesitate to violate his principles and let Yang Fan take the exam.

Although this move was not very out of place compared to the well-known doctors of the same status around him, he felt a sense of guilt inexplicably.

This poor old man, he didn't understand why he felt guilty, or if it all stemmed from his insistence on not asking for self-discipline in his life.

He took a look at the same Chinese medicine hall, obviously with an amazing talent for Chinese medicine, but after studying abroad and some media public figures with ulterior motives deliberately insulted Chinese medicine, he finally gave up his favorite grandson of Chinese medicine. I couldn't help but sigh.

When he took it as his dream in his later years to change the thinking of young people who were resistant to Chinese medicine like his grandson, he ended up violating the principles he insisted on all his life.

When he saw his grandson holding the smartphone that he couldn't learn at all and showing a bright smile without saying a word, he couldn't help but take out his old man's phone and dial the young man named Yang Fan with that trembling hand.

"Hey. Mr. Qi listened to the energetic and energetic voice on the phone, he suddenly didn't know what to say, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth to chat with this young man who only had one side.

Originally, he just wanted to talk about how Yang Fan had been studying recently, but after the conversation, he couldn't help but start talking about some fragmentary things, such as life and life planning.

Yang Fan picked up his mobile phone and answered the call of this old man who impressed him, listening to his broken thoughts with kind nagging, he did not feel any irritation, but listened patiently.

Yang Fan's act of patiently listening touched Mr. Qi greatly, and slowly Mr. Qi also talked about his persistent dreams in his later years from life and life planning.

Listening to the impressed old man's childish-sounding dream in his old age, which was to change the bad impression of young people like his grandson on Chinese medicine, Yang Fan didn't know that when he heard this, he had the urge to cry.

This impulse has not appeared for a long time, and this impulse is not because of the old man's noble dream, but because the old man's dream is to be honest, another kind of affectionate love for his grandson, and this kind of affectionate love reminds him of his father, who is strict with himself and is not good at words.

This fragmented phone call lasted for an hour, and in the end, because it was too late, Mr. Qi was reluctant to hang up under the persuasion of his family.

When the phone hung up, Yang Fan looked at the books on the table and suddenly felt empty in his heart.

He closed his book in a rare way and walked outside the door alone. He silently lit a cigarette, looked at the bright starry sky, and said nothing.

In that bright starry sky, he seemed to see his father's appearance, saw that when he was a child, his father had to "wear the stars and the moon" every day because he supported his family, and saw that in order to get a good education, he left his hometown and brought his mother and family to this strange city, just to make himself a talent. He also saw his father's scolding when his grades plummeted because he was ignorant at that time, reading online novels day and night. I also saw that when I was about to graduate from college, his parents returned to their hometown, and they also let themselves go back and arrange a decent job for themselves, but he was unwilling in every way, and his father scolded him for being a waste and that sigh.

Those pictures made Yang Fan cry, those stubborn practices that were once naïve, a waste of time, and their hearts were higher than the sky, why did they think that they would never regret it, but now it seems that they will regret it so much?

Yang Fan clenched his mobile phone and stood on the balcony stupidly, and after a long time, finally, he made a call.

In a small city, a serious-looking man was struggling to lie in front of an old computer, looking at what had once disgusted him with thick glasses.

At this time, his cell phone rang. He picked up his phone and saw the caller ID that hadn't called him for a long time, and a hint of ecstasy appeared on his face. But he quickly calmed down.

He picked up his phone and carefully pressed the call button.

"Hey. ”

"Dad, it's me. ”

"Well, I'm not deaf, I can hear. The man forced his ecstatic expression and pretended to be calm.

"Have you and your mother received the money? My first manuscript fee will be in hand next month, and I will transfer it to you then." ”

Hearing this, the man showed a relieved smile on his face, but he still controlled his emotions and said, "I have the money, you don't have to give it to us." There are many places to spend money on your own in the big city. ”

Listening to the words of the man who originally thought he would always be stubborn, Yang Fan finally couldn't control himself and said loudly: "I'm sorry..."

Listening to the phone, Yang Fan, who was as stubborn as himself and had become a man, said the three words sorry.

He couldn't pretend to be calm anymore, and said distressedly: "You're right, I'm wrong." The man listened to Yang Fan's unresponsive voice on the other side of the phone, paused, and then said excitedly: "It's because what I said back then was too heavy, you are not a waste at all! How can a waste write such a good book! I am proud of your book and you!"

Listening to his father's excited and proud voice, Yang Fan said loudly: "Don't worry! I will make you continue to be proud! I will also make my mother proud of me!"

Hearing his son's determination to be different from before, the man finally shed tears.

Because he understands that his son has finally grown up.

Listening to his father's choked voice, Yang Fan had mixed feelings in his heart.

In fact, at the beginning of his book, he did not have a good impression of this stern and serious father, and he resented his father a little because he cut off his financial resources and his words and eyes that looked down on him.

It was precisely because of that resentment that he gritted his teeth and insisted on it when he was most desperate. Because he wanted to use his success to tell his father, who was just as stubborn as him, that he was wrong.

However, between father and son, how can there be so many rights and wrongs in front of family affection?

Sometimes all you need is an apology and a step, so why insist on being stubborn like a fool and tell him that he is wrong with those childish slaps in the face?

Sometimes, an apology is far more worthy of respect than your insistence and those childish slaps in the face!

Don't wait for everything to be missed and then apologize.