When Jiang Jingcheng came to vigil, Jiang's father was already asleep.

Jiang's mother changed shifts with him, and whispered to him some things that the doctor explained that he needed to pay attention to at night, and then he packed up his things and left.

Jiang Jingcheng moved a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, took out a pen and homework book from his schoolbag, and began to rush homework.

Since quitting the football team, he doesn't have to practice anymore and has more time to learn. But when he was doing the questions, he was always distracted, as if a person was gone, but his heart did not withdraw from the green field.

As long as he thinks about the wanton appearance of his teammates running and chasing on the field, sweating like rain, he will be itchy and feel a sour envy. But as soon as you move the thought of going back to play football, you will be pulled by another strange tearing feeling.

It was as if something called guilt had torn his soul in half.

Say to him, think of your parents.

……

Jiang Jingcheng bit the pen and sighed, forcing himself to focus on the homework book.

At this time, Jiang's father let out a moan and groan, and woke up from his dream.

"Dad, why did you wake up? Does the incision hurt again? Should I take some painkillers? ”

Jiang Jingcheng remembered that his mother had instructed him that the painkillers prescribed by the doctor were placed on the first floor of the drawer, and he hurriedly went to get them.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Father Jiang waved his hand to stop him and motioned for him to shake the bed up.

Jiang Jingcheng did as he was told.

Father Jiang sat up half-lying, glanced at the homework book spread out at the end of the bed, and asked in a rare voice: "...... What about doing homework? ”

Jiang Jingcheng let out a "hmm".

The father and son rarely stayed face to face like this, and the atmosphere was a little awkward because they hadn't spoken for a long time.

Father Jiang raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Jingcheng's forehead.

"How did you get it here? How can there be a black mark......"

Probably in a hurry to come from home, Jiang Jingcheng ran in a hurry, and he rubbed a black mark on his forehead at some point.

But with the movement of his raised hand, Jiang Jingcheng subconsciously shrank and took half a step back.

“……”

“……”

The air seemed to freeze.

Father Jiang's hand was so awkwardly frozen in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating.

He remembered the words that Jiang's mother babbled: "...... My son is older, and he can't use such a rough way of education anymore. If you have something to say, don't pull out your belt without saying a word, he is also dignified and needs to be understood and respected. You're so grumpy, it's time to change it...... Do you want your son to be close to you in the future, or do you hide when you see you? ”

Jiang Jingcheng completely lost the demeanor on the court at this time, and turned back into a resigned, timid and even a little afraid of making mistakes.

Father Jiang sighed heavily, withdrew his hand half-loudly, and held back a sentence without words: "It's a little dry...... Pour me a glass of water. ”

Jiang Jingcheng poured a glass of warm water as he said, carefully inserted the plastic straw as Jiang's mother instructed, and handed it over with both hands.

"Dad, drink water."

Father Jiang took a sip of the hand he was holding the cup.

At this time, the lights had been turned off in the corridor outside the ward. In the four-person ward, two were discharged during the day, and one was left in the bed that had just entered the door, snoring from sleep.

The father and son of the Jiang family were pure two straight men, staring at each other for a long time, and finally Jiang Jingcheng held back a sentence.

"Dad, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? ”

Father Jiang shook his head, pointed to the chair with his chin, and beckoned him: "Sit down." ”

Jiang Jingcheng sat down with a blank expression. I feel that this posture is very similar to making a mistake in school, and Mr. Xu wants to talk to him.

But what to talk about?

He hasn't made any mistakes lately, and even the team has voluntarily withdrawn. If you die because you have completely failed the final exam, then when his father's body recovers after he is discharged from the hospital, he will be able to beat him with a belt, and it should be fine......

Father Jiang's expression was a little twisted, probably because he had never sat down with his son and had a good conversation, and he looked inexperienced.

He thought for a long time before he spoke: "That...... I heard you quit your school's soccer team? ”

Jiang Jingcheng let out an "ah", "How do you know?" Suddenly remembered that Qu Shao had come in the afternoon, and said, "Oh...... Shake told you, right? ”

"You don't care who said it, just answer me, did you quit your school's football team?"

"Yes, yes......"

"Don't you really like to play football, why did you quit voluntarily?"

"Uh...... Isn't playing football a delay in learning? Besides, this is about to be the third year of high school...... Well, don't worry, I won't play football anymore! I don't want to do anything about the academy anymore......"

The night breeze blew in through the small window that was not closed in the ward, brushing a few strands of hair on the forehead of the determined young man. The boy gritted his teeth, raised his eyes to look at his father's sickly face, and said the apology that had been brewing in his heart for a long time.

"Dad, I'm sorry...... I used to be ignorant, but I ...... in the future I'll study hard in the future, and I won't make you angry again. ”

Father Jiang's heart was mixed, like an overturned spice bottle, and many emotions surged out for a while, and even his eyes were a little sour.

He has always been poor at words, does not know how to communicate with his son, and lacks patience. As long as the temper tantrum comes up, he will be beaten or scolded. In his heart, his son is a child who is not big, ignorant, and always worrying.

But at this moment, he finally admitted Jiang's mother's words. My son has grown up, really grown up......

Hasn't he been looking forward to this day?

But looking at the son who bowed his head and admitted his mistake in front of him, what lingered in his mind was the high-spirited young man who ran wantonly on the court in the afternoon video.

He remembered Qu Shaosha's words: "...... We often go to see Brother Jiang train, and he is really happy when he plays! I used to think that he just loved to play, but later I found out that his love and obsession with football is far beyond the imagination of all of us. He will train harder than others, and he will persevere in the face of the pressure of opposition, even if no one understands and cares about his dreams......"

He thought of his son's firm eyes when he knelt on the ground and was bruised, but still insisted on his "dream", and his empty look of despair when he forcefully rejected the invitation of the academy team for him.

Yes, he always thought that it was an ignorant child who was throwing a tantrum, but he never thought that it might be something he regarded as a treasure that he might destroy.

The ward was silent, and at some point, even the snoring stopped.

"The ......"

Father Jiang suddenly spoke, probably because he didn't organize his language well, and he seemed a little incoherent: "Your dream, what, you, didn't you say your dream, dream?" ”

Jiang Jingcheng: ?

Father Jiang cleared his throat, his expression was unprecedentedly embarrassed and twisted: "I—I mean that dream of yours...... Can I still listen to it now? ”

Jiang Jingcheng was completely stunned.

His little eyes were completely round, and then gradually foggy, and although he tried to hold back his tears, the bean-sized tears still slipped down his cheeks uncontrollably......