Special Years

The gate of a unit compound in Binhai City.

The old man Liu in the guard room sat on the rocking chair with his eyes half-closed, the early winter sun shone on him, and the warm feeling made him drowsy.

Suddenly, a figure of a soldier in a camouflage uniform flashed into the door.

Old man Liu's eyes snapped open, staring vigilantly at the incoming person.

"Yo! Is it solemn!?"

The old man Liu recognized the person and sat up from the half-worn rocking chair.

"I've been a soldier for almost a year, and I almost didn't recognize you!"

Zhuang Yan could only politely accompany him with a smile: "Hello, Uncle Liu."

The old man Liu stood up, pulled his slippers and walked to Zhuang Yan, just like a tourist outside the zoo enclosure, walking around Zhuang Yan.

"Yeah! It's dark and thin, but I'm in good spirits!"

The young man in front of him was no longer the young man with long hair that could cover his chin from a year ago, and looked like a sloppy young man.

Zhuang Yan was in a hurry to go home, so he said, "Uncle Liu, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going home."

"No need to go home!" Uncle Liu waved his hand: "Your parents are not at home."

Zhuang Yan quickly asked, "Have they gone to work?"

Uncle Liu's expression suddenly became full of sympathy, and said, "What? You don't know Zhuangyan yet?"

Zhuang Yan's heart suddenly tightened.

From the expression on Uncle Liu's face, he had already guessed a few points.

This is the compound of a unit. All the staff and cadres of a local bureau live in it. They all work in the same unit. There are only a dozen buildings in total. It takes a few minutes to float from one end to the other. , The guard room at the gate is surrounded by retired cadres and family members of several units all the year round. They like to talk about their parents when they have nothing to do all day long, and the little bit of big **** in the courtyard will become a topic of discussion here.

Zhuang Yan's father, Zhuang Zhenguo, took up the post of deputy in this bureau not long after he changed his career, so he is also the master that everyone knows in the courtyard.

"Your father, he..."

Uncle Liu said in a regretful tone of bitterness and hatred in the movie, "Alas—"

The ending is long, very characteristic of the retired old workers of the unit, but he does not finish the sentence.

solemnly anxious.

If the old man Liu was not an old man, he would have really pulled him by the collar and asked him.

"Uncle Liu, what happened to my dad?"

"Ugh……"

Another long, terrifying sigh.

"Good people don't live long..."

Uncle Liu seemed to immediately realize that he had said something wrong, and quickly said in a row, "Bah, bah, look at my crow's mouth."

The actions of the elderly are usually very exaggerated. They like someone to chat with them. It is rare to catch one, and it seems that they have lost money if they don’t say a few words.

"Your father said some time ago that it was liver cancer, and he went to the hospital for treatment. Now he is in the First People's Hospital. Your mother has been accompanying him in the hospital recently... ah... your father is such a good man!"

Zhuang Yan didn't want to continue chatting with old man Liu.

So he quickly said, "Thank you, Uncle Liu, I'm going to the hospital to see my dad!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran with his rucksack on his back.

Zhuang Zhenguo did not expect to see his youngest son at this time.

When Zhuang Yan appeared outside the door of the ward, Zhuang Zhenguo was overjoyed at first, and then his face elongated again.

"How did you come?"

His tone was stiff.

Zhuang Yan was very uncomfortable.

Like all the fathers and sons who are in conflict in the whole country, almost every chat between Zhuang Yan and Zhuang Zhenguo will turn into a quarrel in the end.

As the old saying goes, don't talk too much.

From Zhuang Zhenguo's point of view, his young son is not pleasing to the eye. He hangs around with a group of social youths all day long, does things exaggeratedly, has no lofty ideals, and only has money in his eyes.

In Zhuang Yan's view, Zhuang Zhenguo is like a fossil in the toilet of a museum, smelly and hard, outdated in thinking, rigid in his way of doing things, dictatorial at home, only caring about his own thoughts and ignoring his own thoughts forever.

"Why can't I come?" Zhuang Yan habitually replied, "You are so sick, and you don't tell me? How long are you going to hide it from me? Communicate with my monitor and don't tell me? Doubt if I am yours!"

Zhuang Zhenguo snorted, turned around and looked in the other direction, and said, "What did I say to you? What do you want me to say to you? Tell you that I am sick? Are you a doctor? Can you cure me? Are you sick?"

Zhuang Yan was left speechless by his father Zhuang Zhenguo.

This kind of rhetoric that sounds plausible but is actually rhetorical is always so hurtful.

In the past, Zhuang Yan would definitely turn around and walk away.

But now, after a year of training in the army, Zhuang Yan has learned to control some of his emotions.

He swallowed the gas that was rushing to his throat and swallowed it back into his stomach. No matter what Zhuang Zhenguo said, he went straight to the hospital bed, threw his rucksack aside, and sat down on a stool.

"Son! Is my baby back!?"

Suddenly, the voice of mother Wang Xiaolan came from the door.

Then, a middle-aged woman with short ear-length hair and the appearance of a female cadre rushed over like a whirlwind and grabbed the solemn hands.

"Mom." said Zhuang Yan, "what's the matter with the two of you? You don't even write to tell me that he is so ill?"

The relationship between Zhuang Yan and his father was so bad that he was almost reluctant to call him Dad in person.

So, just use "he" instead.

Wang Xiaolan was also helpless.

She is a traditional Chinese woman. She is married to her husband, and she is old to her son. One side is her wife, and the other is her precious son. The palms and backs of her hands are full of meat.

"Little brother." She called the solemn baby name, "You can't blame your father..."

Speaking of this, her eyes reddened and tears fell.

No matter how awesome Zhuang Yan is outside, he can't see his mother cry. This is his weakness.

When he saw Wang Xiaolan crying, he panicked immediately~www.novelmt.com~Mom—" He said while supporting Wang Xiaolan's shoulders, pulling her to the chair and sitting down.

"Don't cry, okay, okay, okay, if I don't mention this, it won't work?"

Wang Xiaolan wiped her tears and said, "That stubborn old man of your father just won't let me tell you, saying that he is afraid of affecting your service in the army. Your father is also for your own good..."

"I didn't say that!" Zhuang Zhenguo roared again suddenly as he lay on the bed.

Wang Xiaolan was angry this time, and her voice suddenly rose: "I've been this bully all my life, he is your son, and there is no overnight feud between father and son! He came all the way back to see you, you can't give him a good word. hear?!"

Zhuang Zhenguo snorted again and said nothing.

Wang Xiaolan glanced at Zhuang Zhenguo lying on the bed, then at her son, and suddenly winked at Zhuang Yan, signaling him to go out first.

Zhuang Yan knew that his mother had something to tell him, but it was inconvenient to be in front of Zhuang Zhenguo, so he nodded, turned and left the ward.