In the inpatient department of the oncology department, Tang Maode reclined on the hospital bed.

For Tang Maode, he has no care about what tomorrow will look like.

These days, he can't help but fall into memories and recall his life.

The feeling that runs through the memories is also a if.... That's .... Such a sentence ends with an exclamation, followed by a long sigh.

Wang Jun put the thermos bucket in his hand on the table next to the hospital bed: "Second brother, the running water in the store was sold for 4857 yesterday, I went to the hospital to ask, Brother Xiaochu still has a lot of money left, don't worry, recuperate with peace of mind." ”

Tang Maode's gaze was still glazed, ignoring Wang Jun.

Wang Jun had long been accustomed to Tang Maode's character, so he opened the thermos bucket and took out some light dishes in turn.

"You are his cousin, even in terms of age, you are older than him, why do you call him brother?" At this time, Tang Maode slowly answered.

Wang Jun smiled: "I'm used to it, haven't you heard it yet?" Brother Xiaochu is more capable than me, if you want me to say, second brother, you just let him do his own business, where can the young man keep the kitchen? ”

"Aren't you also a young man?"

"I'm different, I'll be thirty in a few years, and I can only be a chef, Brother Xiaochu, don't you understand? Once I watched him sing a song, and the boss gave him a gift of 5,000 yuan, a song of 5,000 yuan, and Brother Xiaochu finished singing it in five minutes. ”

Wang Jun stretched out his hand as he spoke, wanting to help Tang Maode get up to eat.

Tang Maode's head was crooked, he refused to cooperate, and he looked like he didn't eat.

"That's when you didn't see that he didn't have a list before, and he sat in front of the computer all night."

Tang Maode didn't eat, Wang Jun didn't force it, and put the dishes back into the thermos bucket one by one: "Isn't the situation very good now, just like our restaurant, the fame has been hit, and no matter how you can sell four or five thousand a day." ”

It's okay not to say this, but as soon as he said this, Tang Maode was even more angry, and turned to look at Wang Jun: "That's right, Lao Tzu uses a little dim sum, and it's not a big problem to sell five thousand yuan a day, right?" It's just in his hands, but if it's normal and a little careful, isn't it a matter of time to buy a house and a car? Sing? Singing the hammer, staying at home all day long, and Lao Tzu's body is not angry, otherwise I don't know who will go ahead...."

Wang Jun hurriedly interrupted Tang Maode: "Okay, okay, second brother, don't be angry, don't talk about him....."

Outside, Tang Zhichu didn't push the door in for a long time.

In my memory, the father and son don't seem to have any "warm" moments.

"He" even harbored a grudge against his father.

From a secular point of view, a father should not be a successful person, from career and economic conditions to family relationships.

I lived in the old house for decades, the car was just a van, and I got married and divorced.

When he opened the night market, he drank heavily all year round, and sometimes gambled a few times with those fox friends and dogs, and he still owed tuition fees in his memory.

The autistic personality of "Tang Zhichu" is mostly related to his father.

After college, the father and son often quarreled, and Tang Maode's temper did not change, but his actions changed, and he borrowed money to open a restaurant with five private rooms.

This inspired another contradiction, Tang Zhichu wanted to live his own life, and Tang's father wanted him to help in the store, even if Lao Tzu worked for his son.

After hesitating for a while, Tang Zhichu still pushed the door open.

It's a strange feeling, both familiar and strange father, it's the first time we've met.

Fortunately, the original owner didn't have anything to say in front of his father, Tang Zhichu pushed the door open, and the three of them looked at each other briefly, and then Tang Zhichu went over and picked up the checklist that was still next to him.

"Brother Xiaochu is here!" Wang Jun stood up.

Wang Jun is three years older than Tang Zhichu, and they played together when they were children.

Don't look at him now, he was honest, he was very muddy when he was a child.

Later, there was an accident in the field, and he went in for a few months, at that time, Tang Maode had many friends and dogs, and talked about the so-called righteousness of the rivers and lakes, drank and chatted with a few buddies, and ran over that night, and brought Wang Jun back three or four days later.

Then Wang Jun changed his former non-learning chef to go, and after Tang Maode opened a restaurant, he called Wang Jun over, and he can be regarded as a person who knows the roots.

When they met again many years later, Wang Jun changed his name to Tang Zhichu and kept calling him Brother Xiaochu, perhaps counting his deep gratitude to Tang Maode to Tang Zhichu.

Tang Zhichu's personality was introverted and autistic, and he did not correct this title.

"Brother Jun, it's hard work." Tang Zhichu said stubbornly.

Wang Jun waved his hand: "It's okay, there is someone added to the store, it's already in place, not busy." ”

Tang Zhichu sighed and sat on the stool next to him.

Tang Maode snorted and said, "I won't be able to die for a while, you have this time to come and see me, it's better to do a good job of the object." ”

Tang Maode knew what Tang Zhichu was doing during this time, so Wang Jun had always taken care of him.

Tang Zhichu didn't speak, he was adapting to this feeling.

Tang Maode saw that Tang Zhichu didn't speak, and he was angry, and said: "I don't ask you to bring one back, make more friends, how can you not go out of the door every day when you are young, you look at your cousin, you came to see me a few days ago, and you changed a sister, you can't learn from him, you can only pee on that thing?" ”

Wang Jun coughed twice, then got up: "That... I'll go to the toilet then. ”

Tang Zhichu: "......"

"Okay, silent again, miss me Tang Maode, the wine table is dominant, boasting that you can drink more than peanuts, and the eldest sister passing by can talk about people's legs, why can't you do it? University, is that a place to learn? It's not promising, you can't have a girlfriend in college, and my second Donald won't be broken in your hands, right? Don't you know how to sing? You're singing to those girls..."

Tang Zhichu finally looked up, and saw that the old man was endless, so he said: "They don't give money, why should I sing for them?" ”

Tang Maode: "I...."

Tang Zhichu: "I didn't eat at first glance, and I was weak when I scolded people, when did you Tang Lao Er have such quality, won't it be impossible?" ”

Tang Maode glared: "You shit, who are you talking about?" ”

Tang Zhichu got up and opened the thermos bucket and took out the food again: "That is, Brother Jun, I will give you stewed chicken soup, you still pretend to have no appetite, right, who will you show the acting?" Maybe who's going ahead? That's it? ”

"You doggy eavesdropping?"

"What's wrong with me listening openly? If you want to live a few more days, you will eat these, and you are still worried about my next generation with this attitude? It is estimated that it is difficult to see your daughter-in-law, so you can't let people go directly to your grave to burn paper, right? ”

Tang Maode blew his nose angrily and glared: "You turtle son say it again?" When I'm ready, I won't fight with you, I'll have your last name, Zhinyima..."

Tang Zhichu shook his head, looked down on Tang Maode, and then took a few steps back: "I'm in a hurry, you old Tang also has today, don't talk about doing it, it's better to practice more if you have time, otherwise you won't be able to do it next time." ”

After speaking, Tang Zhichu withdrew from the ward, but he didn't leave immediately, and he deliberately didn't close the door, and peeked at the door for a while before turning around.