"Congratulations, your father's operation was successful, the tumor has been successfully removed, as long as it can cooperate with the treatment, it should be six months to a year."

I don't know how long later, Natsuki regained his consciousness and found that he was still in the hospital room, and the voice of the doctor was still at the door.

“……”

Everything before seemed to be in the mirror, he moved his fingers, and his five fingers slowly clenched.

He didn't know what had happened before, but he remembered that when the gang approached him with various instruments, the door of the operating room was suddenly pushed open, and a bright red figure slowly walked in......

Then, he lost consciousness, leaving only one sentence in his ear:

"Don't be afraid, husband, the slave family is coming~"

……

"Dad, you're awake!"

After talking to the doctor, Wang Lung walked into the hospital room and immediately found that Xia Mu had woken up.

"Dad, the doctor said that the operation went well, you can take care of it now, don't worry about anything else."

"I ...... How long was he in a coma? ”

Now, Xia Mu didn't have the strength to hold his phone, so he could only ask Wang Long.

"It's been a day and a night, but don't worry, I've found someone to watch over the scrap yard, and it's all arranged."

One day and one night......

That is, time is running out?

Xia Mu was suddenly in a hurry, but he struggled for a long time, but he couldn't even sit up.

"Oh Dad, don't move, just rest, I know you still have to contact a few uncles in the steel mill today, and I have already talked to them on your behalf.

You just relax and let me come, I found out...... These things are not as difficult as I used to think, but they are actually quite simple. ”

Seeing this, Wang Lung hurriedly helped Xia Mu to lie back and help him cover the quilt.

This made Natsuki a little strange, this person ...... How did you turn sex so quickly?

Although Wang Laohan's terminal illness made Wang Lung wake up, the speed of change is not enough.

And......

He hadn't even taught him anything, so how could he handle the scrapyard and the business? This left Natsuki scratching his head.

Though...... This is actually a good thing for him, but he doesn't want to be so unclear.

"That, Dad, just lie down and listen to me......"

At this time, Wang Lung suddenly pulled over a chair, sat down beside the bed, and said with a serious face:

"Our grandfather and son have not spoken properly for so many years, of course, it is mainly my problem......

Now that my son has grown up, some words have been held in my heart, and now I can finally say them. ”

“……”

Looking at Wang Lung's sudden outpouring, Xia Mu's eyes moved, as if he had discovered something.

But he didn't speak, just listened quietly, which is also what Wang Laohan would do.

"Dad, in fact, I didn't really hate you or that scrap yard for so many years, I just ...... I've been treated too much cold eyes since I was a kid because of this.

They all said I was a motherless child, they all said I was picked up by you picking up garbage, they all said I had a smell on my body, they all said that I was dirty all over my body, and I was really fed up!

But I can't do anything to them, I can't beat them, I can't scold them, I'm the only one around me who will accommodate me, so I vented all this stuff on you.

Dad, I'm sorry, I'm not a good son, I didn't find out until now...... What a bastard I used to be! ”

Click, click......

As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks, and Wang Lung choked up.

It can be seen that it is not easy for him to say these words, he must have been brewing for a long time.

But the strange thing is that Xia Mu can always feel a "sense of disobedience" when he looks at Wang Lung, and he feels that this guy has changed a little too much.

These words should not be said at this moment, they are too abrupt, as if they are ......

If you don't talk about it, it's too late.

Boom Boom ...... Whew!

At that moment, the lights on the roof of the ward began to flicker again, and the surroundings dimmed with the screeching sound of electricity.

Xia Mu was startled and immediately vigilant, but then found that this time the change seemed to be different.

I saw that everything in the ward began to peel, dissipate, and fade in color, just like an old black-and-white photograph, beginning to wrinkle and yellow.

And Wang Lung, who was sitting next to the hospital bed, slowly raised his head, his face was pale, and blood and tears were in his dark eyes.

In the next second, Wang Lung stood up, and Xia Mu instantly regained his strength, but he clenched his fists, but his whole body was loosened.

Because he found that Wang Lung did not have any intention of harming him, he just slowly bent down and bowed deeply to him.

"Thank you, Natsuki!"

In the next moment, under Xia Mu's shocked eyes, Wang Lung turned into a cloud of cold black gas and rushed into his eyebrows......

……

……

Wang Lung.

It's the son of the scrapyard Wang Laohan, a complete waste.

From childhood to adulthood, Wang Laohan gave him the best by selling scrap products, but he had no intention of studying all day long, was idle, and had no fart skills except asking for money.

Of course, he has his reasons, and he deserves sympathy, but not any reason.

From childhood to adulthood, as long as he worked hard and measured his father, Wang Laohan would not have gotten cancer in middle age.

Wang Lung never knew about Wang Laohan's condition, and Wang Laohan never told him.

All he knew was that his father happily told him that he had made a big deal that day, and that a lot of money would soon come into his account, and he had made a good meal.

That day, he went to the detention center for a fight, and the reason was ...... The bastard on the other side taunted Wang Laohan, he really couldn't bear it.

After taking him home, his father didn't say anything, didn't even ask him the reason, just asked him if he was hurt with a worried face, and beckoned him to eat more.

Wang Laohan didn't ask, he didn't say anything, Wang Laohan was the only one at the whole dinner table, talking endlessly.

He was already used to this, and he yelled impatiently from time to time, not knowing at all...... In the afternoon, my father had just been diagnosed with cancer, and the physical examination report was on the shoe cabinet.

After that, everything was as usual, and it didn't take long for Wang Laohan to go abroad with the bosses of the steel mill, but he ...... Never came back.

Only then did he know everything, but it was too late, and when he flew abroad, all that awaited him was the lit "under surgery" and an unintelligible ......

"I'm sorry, we did our best!"

Because the transportation of the body on the international route at that time was not convenient, it was only a wooden box that was finally transported back to China, which was held by Wang Lung to death.

He cried for a long time holding the box, and finally came to his senses, constantly scolding himself angrily, not understanding what he had done all these years.

After the funeral, when faced with various practical problems, he found that he did not know anything about the management of the scrap factory, the construction of the storage yard, and the disposal of scrap steel......

In just half a year, when he finally found a way, he had already been cheated by those bosses.

In the end, he couldn't hold on, lost everything, and lived in a bridge hole......

And when he sleeps on the street, what often comes to mind is his father's honest smile.

"I'm sorry ......"

He finally said these three words, but no one could hear them, which was the thing he regretted most in his life.

How he wished that his father would tell him about his illness at that time, and that maybe then everything could be turned around.

That winter, there was an extra homeless man who froze to death under the bridge cave in Goose City, and there was also an additional parasitic spirit that relied on possessing a living person to strengthen himself.

It has lost everything, forgotten everything, and can only follow the instinct of the ghost, looking for "pieces of itself", wandering the world......