Near the rest area, the teenager held his mobile phone in one hand, looking at the five missed call numbers displayed on the screen, and his eyebrows moved slightly.

After hesitating for a while, I dialed the phone back.

The prompt sounded for a few seconds, and the call was quickly connected.

It was a woman's voice, very familiar and disgusted: "I know ......."

A staff member passed by and greeted Ning Zhixu, and he nodded in response. This is the artist's rest area, and it is not convenient for people to talk, so Ning Zhixu took his mobile phone and walked away.

The phone kept on, but no one answered, and Wen Lan called 'Zhixu' again.

"How are you?"

This is Ning Wentao's number, he thought that his father finally remembered that he still had a son, and came over to ask if he was alive or dead.

Wen Lan looked at the man on the hospital bed, and neither of them knew how to speak. After a moment of silence, she only spit out one sentence: "I heard that you came out, and I want to ask how you are doing?" ”

The young man laughed: "Who did you say?" ”

"Who wants to ask me how I'm doing? You? Or Mr. Ning? ”

He called him Mr. Ning, and his tone was full of sarcasm and indifference.

Ning Wentao made a gesture to get up and grab his phone, but Wen Lan shook his head at him. reassured him, and instead responded to the young man's words: "Your father is very worried about you. He's been worried about your situation for the past two years. You know, he's sick and hospitalized, so come and see him when you have time. ”

It turned out that I remembered him when I was sick.

Ning Zhixu touched the cigarette from his pocket, and the moment he lit it, he thought that Nanyi said that smoking was not good, so he extinguished the cigarette again, threw the cigarette box into the trash can not far away, and flicked the cigarette ash that fell on his arm: "Will you die?" ”

He asked calmly, looking at the setting sun that was about to sink in the west.

His mother died in such weather.

It was the end of April, and the weather in the city was very warm. The setting sun sank, spreading the golden color all over the room, and even her eyes reflected the light. In the last moments of his mother's life, she told him not to hate anyone.

Ning Wentao rushed back after finishing work that day, taking Wen Lan and Mu Huai'an with him.

The three of them stood in front of him in fine and proper clothes.

fluttered down a sentence: "Don't be too sad." ”

The past is like a taut thread, tearing at his emotions all the time. Maybe one day it will suddenly break apart.

Wen Lan was silent over there, and Ning Zhixu didn't want to talk more, so he hung up the phone and deleted the call log.

He spent exactly 706 days in prison.

Ning Wentao never visited him once. Nor did they send him any food and clothing. Even when he was seriously injured in a fight and was sent to the hospital, Nan Yaoye dealt with it single-handedly.

Today's Ning Wentao has money, status and fame, and occasionally shows his face in front of the media, how can he not know what kind of life he is living. But he doesn't care, and he doesn't want to care, he just sends a lot of money to his account every month, and now that he is sick, he hopes that his own son will go to the hospital bed to do his filial piety.

It's ridiculous.

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Looking at the blackened mobile phone screen, Ning Wentao's blood pressure went up: "Listen to what he said?" I'm his son, and he dares to talk to me like this. I think he's been learning more in the past two years. The style of action is becoming more and more extreme. ”

This is a family matter of the Ning family, and Wen Lan is not easy to say.

can only be relieved: "He is still young, you should be more patient and communicate well." ”

"I still don't communicate with him? What do you think he did? With so much money every month, what is he not satisfied with. If it goes on like this, don't give him a penny, let him suffer a little and know that he will be soft. ”