What he worries most about is that his father is so silent and unwilling to communicate with others.

"Dad, Mom called me." Mo Ling suddenly mentioned her mother.

Over the years, he rarely mentioned his mother in front of his father, because he knew that every time he mentioned it, his father would be sad and sad.

But now, he knows that only his mother may be able to cheer up his father, at least actively treat and do rehabilitation.

Sure enough, when Mo Yixuan heard this, his eyes blinked vigorously a few times, his thin lips opened slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

Mo Ling continued: "Mom said she would come to see you tomorrow. ”

Mo Ling knew that it was not appropriate to let his mother come to see his father, but he had no other better way. He greeted Uncle Ye first, and then talked to his mother on the phone and asked her to come over tomorrow.

Mo Yixuan frowned and looked at Mo Ling suspiciously, then he put his hand into his pocket and took out a pen from it.

Mo Ling knew that his father wanted to write, so he hurriedly went to the table next to him and brought a notebook.

Mo Yixuan's trembling hands and wrote a few crooked words in the notebook at a very slow speed, as if writing was a troublesome and difficult thing for him now.

He wrote: "Tell your mother not to come. ”

Mo Ling was stunned and looked at the words written by his father in disbelief.

Dad even said that he asked his mother not to come, didn't he always be able to let go of his mother, he always missed his mother, and he still kept the clothes that his mother bought for him more than 20 years ago.

Mo Ling thought for a while and said, "Dad, are you afraid that your mother will have a conflict with Uncle Ye because of this?" You don't have to worry about this, I told Uncle Ye, and Uncle Ye has no opinion. ”

This is the reason that Mo Ling could guess.

But he obviously guessed wrong, because his dad just didn't want his loved ones to see what he was doing now.

Mo Yixuan picked up the pen again, and this time he wrote a line in a few minutes:

"Your mom has a life of her own, let's not bother her anymore."

Over the years, Mo Yixuan has rarely contacted his ex-wife, and he only hopes that she can live the second half of her life happily in this life.

"Mom is worried about you. Father...... Don't think too much about it, Mommy will definitely come tomorrow. You eat something, or your mother will be more worried when she sees you so haggard. ”

Mo Yixuan's hands shook gently, and his godless eyes seemed to pass over something, tangled and painful.

Immediately, he leaned against the wall and walked slowly towards the small desk.

Mo Ling went up to help him, but he shook his head.

It's just a small bowl of rice, but Mo Yixuan has eaten it for a long time, his arm seems to be numb, and every time he lifts it up, it looks very laborious.

Mo Ling wanted to go over and feed his father himself, but he knew that his father would not be willing to do it himself.

"Dad, you have a good night's rest, if you feel uncomfortable, remember to press the little red button I installed next to the bed."

Mo Ling was worried about what would happen to his father at night, so he specially installed this prompt in his father's room.

This way Dad doesn't have to call himself, just press the button and his phone will have a tone.

Mo Yixuan didn't answer, just nodded slightly, indicating that he heard.

After eating that bowl of rice, he waved his hand, realizing that Mo Ling went out, and he wanted to be alone and quiet.