The policeman stared hesitantly.
I looked at him and said, "I know what your responsibility is.
What a person earns in this life is his breath.
But there are two things that I must give back, one is my parents who gave birth to me and raised me, and the other is my wife and children.
The policeman put away the handcuffs with a heavy expression on his face and said: "Go and see your father.
He's in the Thoracic Surgery Department of the First People's Hospital.
I looked at the policeman, and at that moment I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.
At this moment, I saw Fugui walking out of another office.
He rubbed the red marks on his hands and ran over immediately when he saw me.
I saw the blood at the corners of his eyes and without saying anything, I put my arm around his shoulders and left the police station.
The dozen or so people kept staring at me.
I passed them and said to them: "You go back and tell Jin Er that I will be waiting for him at the door of the British Bar at 7 o'clock tonight.
Those people laughed, their eyes showing an expression of disdain, even ridicule.
A man who looked like the leader said: "Okay, kid, you have some backbone, but I want to warn you not to call the police again or something.
If you want to get trimmed, just look like a man and don’t go to some British bar.
The police patrol there every few minutes is too annoying.
I'll find a place for you on the dam at the north end of Yangdong New Bridge.
That place is remote but bright and there are no people there.
If you don't come if we wait for you at night, it's your grandson I gritted my teeth and said, "Okay.
Then I left the police station without looking back.
We had just walked a few steps and there were a dozen or so people.
Starting to whistle, Fugui briefly told what happened on the way to the hospital.
Basically what the police officer said.
But I know what's going on inside.
It's obvious to a bald man that he has lice on his head.
This morning, Ding Ling and Fu Qiang fought against Jinsi.
You can guess this with your feet.
It was Jin Si who went back to find his brother Jin Er.
Then they targeted Ding Ling in the commercial street, and the person I beat at the police station just now was Jin San.
The second, third, and fourth guys have all appeared.
It seems there is only one boss left.
You guys are so awesome.
I'll wait for you.
When I was about to arrive at the hospital, I called Fang Chen, but I didn’t tell him what was going on.
I simply asked him to wait for me at the bar because I had something urgent to do with him.
Then Fugui and I entered the ward.
My father was lying on the bed.
With her head wrapped in gauze and one hand covering her left chest, my mother sat by the bed and kept crying.
Ding Ling and Grandpa Ding stood aside.
My mother saw me come in.
He stood up, raised his hand and slapped me on the face, crying: "It's all your fault.
You said that since you came back to now, have your father and I had a peaceful life?
You said that you are such a naughty kid all the time.
It's not good for you to mess with anyone.
You have to mess with us.
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The bone-heaped scoundrel.
I stood with my head raised and let my mother slap me in the face Grandpa Ding pulled my mother.
Ding Ling cried and threw herself on the ground and knelt down and said: "Don't hit me.
Brother Han Bing blames me.
It's all my fault.
I will never date anyone again."
Aunt Ai Bing, please hit me, oh,,,, My father opened his eyes with difficulty and said grumblingly: "Daughter, get up My father was half-naked and wanted to get up, but my mother held him down.
My father pushed my mother away.
Said angrily: " "Ai Bing, there's nothing wrong with me.
I just have a broken rib.
The doctor said it was nothing serious.
As long as you don't have a fever, why are you making ice cream?
Hey, what does this have to do with Bingbing?
What do you want our daughter Ding Ling to think?
You are slapping Bingbing in the face and hurting my daughter’s heart.
Do you know that I can’t speak now?
My chest hurts every time I exhale or inhale.
Don't blame our daughter, okay?
I beg you, Ai Bing After my dad finished speaking, he leaned his head against the head of the bed, and a crystal tear slid down the corner of his eye.
As soon as Grandpa Ding heard what my father said, he already regarded Ding Ling as his daughter.
Tears flowed down his terrace-like face rapidly.
My mother picked up Ding Ling, hugged her and said: "Daughter, don't hate mom My mother is a straight person and talks carelessly.
My mother can't go on talking about this.
My mother hugged Ding Ling and the two of them burst into tears.
I wiped the corners of my eyes and said to Ding Ling: "Lingzi, come to my house later and talk to your sister-in-law Chen Nina.
The funeral home is working overtime today, don't tell him about it Her eyesight is bad, and coming to the hospital won't help her much, so don't talk to her to save her from worrying.
I scanned Fugui and said, "Fugui, there are few people in the funeral home today.
You should go to work later."
Which ward is Fuqiang in?
He is talking about wealth and strength.
Fu Qiang's fellow actually walked in with a water bottle in one hand.
A female nurse said behind her: "Comrade, why don't you listen to my advice?
Please don't wander around the ward, okay?"
Please don't make things difficult for me, okay?
Fuqiang's entire head was wrapped in gauze, leaving only two eyes, a nose, and a mouth, which at first glance looked like a mummy.
When he came in, the first thing he looked at was Ding Ling.
When he saw my mother holding Ding Ling, he then looked at the empty bed next to my father and said to the nurse: "I want to change wards and I will stay in this bed.
The female nurse said with some embarrassment: "Comrade, you are in the Department of Surgery.
This is the Thoracic Surgery Department.
The departments are different.
There is no way to change."
Fuqiang hung the water on the hanging shelf and said: "I don't care, I'll live here The female nurse shook her head helplessly and left the ward.
My father opened his eyes and took a look at Fu Qiang, wanting to laugh a little.
You could tell His mental state is not bad I walked to Fu Qiang's bedside and said:
"Does it still hurt?"
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Fuqiang said to me: "It hurt just now, but it doesn't hurt anymore.
My face feels a lot bigger, and the gauze is a little itchy on my face.
I saw that he was in good condition and didn't say anything.
Deliberately said to Ding Ling: "Lingzi, please work harder these days and help take care of Fu Qiang and my dad.
Ding Ling cried and nodded.
As soon as I left the ward, Grandpa Ding followed me and said: "Where are you going, kid?
I pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Go back to work."
Grandpa Ding stared and said, "Don't lie to me because it's useless and you can still lie to me.
Are you going to find Jin Er?"
Then my mother walked out of the ward.
Grandpa Ding and I tacitly kept silent.
My mother obviously saw that Grandpa Ding and I were hiding something from her.
She came over and touched my face and said: "Does it still hurt?
I smiled and said, "Why does it hurt?
I'm so big, why don't you hit me enough?
Do you remember that one time, Yutian and I had a fight.
When Yutian's mother came home, we complained.
You were steaming steamed buns just now, and you turned your rolling pin towards me.
His butt was spanked.
At that time, I blocked it with my hand, and my whole arm did not lift for half a month.
I didn't say a word.
My mother burst into tears again, and I said: Mom: "I know you were angry at that time, and you have been saying it badly since childhood.
No matter what happens, you always beat me first without saying a word.
Mom, I hope you will ask the whole story before you take action next time.
The reason why I became the character I am now.
And half of it is because of you.
In fact, every time you hit me.
I would grit my teeth and not explain or speak because no matter what I explained, you would not listen and you would still beat me.
So over time, I became numb from the beatings.
Because in my heart I know that it doesn’t matter who is right or wrong anymore.
It doesn’t matter why things happened.
The important thing is, no matter what I do, you will always punish me Mom, I just want to tell you, I hope you can understand me more Actually, I'm not as unsatisfied as you think.
My mother stopped crying.
Her tear-soaked face was looking at me with a speechless expression.
Then without saying anything, he turned around and entered the ward.
Grandpa Ding said to me artistically: "Because you don't understand your mother, Han Bing, I'm very angry when you said this to my daughter.
I know no one can stop you now, but I hope you finish this and come back to apologize to my daughter.
You are an adult now.
No matter what you do, think about the consequences.
Think about your poor mother, father, and me, a lonely old man.
After Grandpa Ding said this, he turned back to the ward.
The moment I stood at the door, tears burst into my eyes.
Then I strode out of the hospital.
When I arrived at the British bar, there were very few people in the bar.
An English song that I couldn't name was gripping and stirred my fragile and sensitive heart.
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I sat quietly, and the bartender looked at me without saying a word, and muttered to the bartender.
I had no intention of enjoying the bartender's wonderful performance.
A few minutes later, the bartender brought me a glass of wine with a red flame burning in it.
The bartender said calmly: "I won't go home tonight with this cup.
Maybe it is more suitable for your mood at this time.
I looked at the red flame with a hint of blue.
Sometimes it shot straight up, sometimes it burned against the surface of the wine.
As if controlled by a kind of magic.
At this moment, a woman wearing a black Chanel long trench coat sat next to me.
The woman quietly held a tall wine glass.
He raised the wine glass gracefully, took a sip, and put it down, leaving a trace of Givenchy's light red lips on the rim of the glass.
Then the woman hummed a song from the bar music in English, her voice was meandering, clear and elegant.
I was fascinated by the sound, and the sound was like the sound of nature, taking me into a quiet valley.
I seemed to see a girl sitting on the edge of the cliff singing a moving love song.
The girl's long hair was flying in the wind, and the tears in the corners of her eyes seemed to be filled with grief.
I couldn't help but look at her.
The girl had long black hair that looked like a waterfall, half covering her face.
I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could feel her frosty temperament.
The woman was wearing a black Armani skirt and a pair of black leather shoes.
I stared at her blankly like a nymphomaniac.
The woman obviously noticed a man looking at her with fiery and even unscrupulous eyes.
She took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
I can even smell the delicate and elegant fragrance on her delicate handkerchief. tgt: