mousepad-d2 Chapter 51 - The Anticipated Victory
Chapter 51 - The Anticipated Victory
At noon, Liang Duanyuan knocked twice hastily, and after getting a response, she pushed open the door of the duty room of the drivers in the unit.
"Excuse me." He asked, "Is Ma Yongqiang there?"
He planned to take An Yichi back to the dormitory to rest immediately, but before passing through the iron gate, he saw the familiar 0 brand Audi parked spotlessly in the backyard. It was Liang Chengjun's official car.
At this time, there is still a few days of time difference before the annual holiday. It is neither a public holiday nor a big festival. Adults rarely stay at home, let alone Liang Chengjun, who will never come back even on New Year's Eve. , People who are on the go.
Liang Duanyuan's mind flashed through the sight of his father lying dying in the hospital, the forced smile on his face when he attended the funeral of the secretary who died, and the not-so-optimistic situation when the doctor said it at that time.
What happened?In the cold winter of the northern country, cold sweat broke out in the palm of Liang Duanyuan's holding An Yizhi.
He remembered that the last time he heard about Liang Chengjun from Shuosang's local station was at the Shuosang Trade Fair three months ago. Since then, Secretary Liang has never appeared on the evening news again.
"Broken kite?" An Yi held out his hand and opened his palm. The dazzling sunlight reflected on it, reflecting a fine crystal, "What's wrong with you?"
"Wait for me." Liang Duanyuan didn't respond, he turned around and hurried away, leaving a sentence, "Just stay where you are."
The moving speed of that figure gradually accelerated.
Liang Duanyuan's brisk walk turned into a brisk run, her hair jumping violently merged into the whitish circle of light.
——Don't think too much, in short, ask the driver first.Liang Duanyuan comforted herself, and ran quickly to the duty room.
When he appeared in front of An Yichi again, his face was not very good, and he must have failed to get the answer to his prayer.
"Don't go back now." He said, "Come home with me, okay?"
"Okay." An Yichi didn't say a word, and followed obediently.
"My dad broke his leg almost half a month ago." Walking into the empty elevator, Liang Duanyuan pressed the bright floor button, her fingertips turned white, "I just found out now."
——Who will take care of his food and clothing, who will supervise his medication, and who will sleep next to him at night, so that this middle-aged man with a steel nail stuck in his leg can go to the toilet freely?
As the only family member, Liang Duanyuan didn't know that the knuckles of his clenched fists became more and more pale.
An Yichi watched silently behind him for a while, pursed his lips and stepped forward, suddenly grabbed Liang Duanyuan's neck and forced him to bow his head, unprecedentedly domineering.
"It's okay." He said, "That's your father's car. Since it's parked at home instead of in the hospital, it must be that the situation has improved enough to be discharged from the hospital. It's okay."
An Yichi wrapped his arms around his neck, hugged him full, patted his back steadily with his hands a few times, and let him stand up straight.
"I..." Liang Duanyuan lowered her eyes, the height that made people feel oppressive at first sight suddenly lost the threat at this moment, and seemed a little helpless, "Ah, I think it is also..."
"So it's going to heat up here... your heart." An Yi put his palm on Liang Duanyuan's chest, "No matter what the reason is, it's useless to regret it. It's better to open the door with a cold body and a depressed will to see him for four years." It would be more appropriate to bring a warm body and a positive attitude to correct the father, right?"
Liang Duanyuan took a long breath, and he almost had the illusion that the blood pump in his chest was beating like an old car engine, slowly but gradually speeding up again.
"Thank you." He pulled the corners of his slightly stiff lips, "You're right."
It was the old-fashioned design of two households with one elevator, and the public entrance is the entrance when you get out of the elevator.Families with familiar neighbors will pile shoe cabinets or children’s sundries outside the door.
Liang Duanyuan stepped out of the elevator and found that nothing had changed by the door of his house on the right. When he left that year, the mountain bike that he couldn't take away was locked on the handrail of the stairs and there was a thick layer of dust. The skateboard basketballs on the board are piled up in a concave shape, and the few dumbbells and weight plates that I forgot even got a few layers of cobwebs...
The only thing that remains the same is the few pairs of sneakers that I used to wear in the old days. They are wrapped in plastic bags and put in place. Looking through the translucent film, they are as clean and tidy as they were four years ago.
Is Liang Chengjun waiting for him to come back?
A not-so-heavy door is in the middle, but Liang Duanyuan is belatedly feeling close to home. The long cold war between him and his father is still going on, because so far neither party is willing to bow first.
Where should I find a step down, and what will I say when I open the door?
Three crisp "dong dong dong" door knocks interrupted Liang Duanyuan's thoughts. He looked up, and it was An Yichi who knocked on the door first.
"Who are you looking for?"
The door opened in response, wearing slippers and an apron, a strange woman who seemed very gentle in both voice and appearance came out.
This time, An Yichi was standing in front of him, and Liang Duanyuan could clearly see that he was relieved at the same moment as himself.
It turns out that the purpose of pretending to be so strong is to encourage himself. This sensitive child is still afraid in his heart.
"...Is my dad at home?" Liang Duanyuan suddenly softened a lot, stretched out her hand to support An Yichi's back, bowed slightly, and nodded, "I'm Liang Duanyuan."
The woman was stunned for a moment, then she turned her head and bumped into Liang Chengjun who was walking around from the living room on crutches, "Mr. Liang..."
The tall Liang Duanyuan and Liang Chengjun, who was a head shorter than him, both paused at this moment.
Is it because I don't know who spoke first, or because I haven't seen you for four years, so that I can't even call out the title when we meet again suddenly at this moment?
An Yichi stretched his arm very slightly, and his elbow touched Liang Duanyuan's dislocation, "Dad..."
"Ah." Secretary Liang looked away and nodded slightly, "Come in for dinner."
"Yes, yes, come, come in and sit down." The woman suddenly realized, she smiled and let the two of them enter the room, "It happened that I cooked too much, I'll get you the bowls and chopsticks."
As she said that, she walked towards the kitchen, her long hair was loosely and half tied up, hanging down a gentle arc.
"This is……"
The two inquiries sounded almost at the same time. The only difference was that Liang Duanyuan's gaze would withdraw from the woman's back, while Liang Chengjun's center of gravity shifted, and his eyes were fixed on An Yichi.
"Hello, Uncle!" An Yichi subconsciously took half a step back, then hurriedly stood up, half-bent and bowed in an informal way, "My name is An Yichi, yes, I'm a student in Senior Liang's class."
"My friend." Liang Duanyuan glanced at Yi Chi who changed his address in a panic, and moved half a body to the left, covering Liang Chengjun's gaze tightly, in a secretly protective posture, "... Dad, how's your leg?"
"It's not in the way." Liang Chengjun turned his head and walked away, limping towards the dining table, "Sit down, don't be restrained."
"It takes half a month to remove the steel nails, and I have to rest for a while." The late woman set up the dishes, sat down beside Liang Chengjun, wiped her hands with a tissue, and introduced herself with a smile, "My surname is Cao is the Head Nurse of the Orthopedic Inpatient Department of the Provincial Hospital, and I just happened to be on vacation today, so I stopped by to see how your father is recovering."
A few greetings.
"You are the only one at home..." Liang Duanyuan stared at the direction of the bedroom, and waited for a long time, but no one came out, "These days, who takes care of you?"
But it happened that in the past few days, none of the relatives and juniors who had defected to each other were at home.
"Eat." Liang Chengjun knocked on the edge of the bowl, and the table became quiet.
An Yi kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, and finished a small bowl of rice like counting grains of rice, feeling full.
He was at ease, because he knew that at least, the four-year cold war had been overturned by Liang Chengjun as if nothing had happened.
"Aunt Cao, let me wash the dishes for you." An Yichi cleaned up the dishes on the dining table, quietly pressed Liang Duanyuan's hand that wanted to help, winked at him, and slid in with a stack of tableware In the kitchen, the glass sliding door was closed, and the outside room became a space for the father and son to be alone.
The silence in the air lasted for a while.
"It's the first time I bring a friend back, why didn't I say it in advance.
This time, it was Liang Chengjun who spoke first, "I want Xiao Ma to buy some fruits." "
"What if we don't come?" Liang Duanyuan said, "Can't you even eat fruit at home?"
"I don't like to eat those." Liang Chengjun took a sip of water to hide his embarrassment at being overwhelmed. At this time, he realized that after raising his son for more than ten years, he had never sat down and chatted with his son like today. So after a long pause, he asked, "Is the money enough for the past few years in school?"
Liang Duanyuan didn't answer.
He remembered eating in the cafeteria in his freshman year, from the beginning of school with a group of people as mighty and mighty as bandits crossing the border, to the time when he was the only one left holding the plate, looking for people who were not close to others in the plastic seats full of people. seat next to each other;
He remembered that he was doing courier sorting in his sophomore year. He worked all night on the night of Double 11, and earned a few cents when he distributed one piece. long time;
He remembered that in order to join Deng Xiqian's company in his junior year, he started at 4 o'clock every day during the exam week, and squeezed time to review the courses, study the procedures by himself, prepare the plan, and practice the car carefully in case the second and third subjects failed the re-examination, because he repeated the exam repeatedly. The test fee is gone, and I still have a debt of 4000 yuan when I sign up for a driving school;
He remembered that in his senior year, in order to go to the hospital frequently, he ran back and forth in Dashuosang, and he could take Line 2 every day. If the mileage of round trips around the outer ring can be accumulated, he will definitely be able to exchange for the VIP card of the subway company...
It's not regret, he didn't mean that, it's just that thinking about it now, he still finds it incredible.
Back then, the self-willed and domineering self who was raised by gold and jade was able to abandon so many things that seemed impossible to abandon just for the right to speak.
He can never buy new sneakers again, and for more than three years, he wears the pair of sports shoes sponsored by the college basketball competition, and finds out that the technology on the court does not rely on the high technology of the shoes;
He can no longer smoke good cigarettes, deduct the quantity every week, buy the cheapest one, and then find that the price is of little significance to nicotine. Ordinary smokers captured by nicotine;
He can no longer go to bars and Internet cafes, because he has no spare time to kill due to his busy homework and work. He has lost many times lying in bed tossing and turning, and has become a physique that can fall asleep when he touches the pillow ...
What's more, he met An Yichi just for the 300 yuan paid as a class teacher, and finally got out of the sticky social circle, and found that he also had such an attachment that he didn't want no matter what.
"Not enough..." Liang Duanyuan smiled, and he said, "How about you, when no one disobeys you, how are you doing?"
Liang Chengjun gritted his teeth earnestly, and changed the subject, "Stay this year and celebrate the New Year at home."
"Is it convenient?" Liang Duanyuan asked suddenly, "Does Aunt Cao feel restrained?"
"Cough-cough cough!" Liang Chengjun almost lost his water glass, and when he took a breath and his face recovered, Liang Duanyuan had already gone to the kitchen and left a sentence, "Middle-aged people are very busy and don't have time to play games." Well, probably."
Liang Duanyuan didn't intend to get any response, it was mostly teasing jokes, so when she opened the glass door and heard a faint reply, she was obviously stunned.
He heard Liang Chengjun say, "Clean up a guest room for An Yichi. You don't need your own room. No one has ever lived in your room."
Four years ago, he never discussed with him, and always assigned his land to others on his own initiative. Today, four years later, he usually compromised and told him that no one lived in his room.
The decisive resistance was effective, Liang Duanyuan won this protracted battle.
But at this time, he found that he was not very happy, perhaps because he had predicted the outcome of this battle a long time ago.
He knows that parents cannot win children.
Liang Chengjun, this imperfect but qualified father, lost to his wayward and stubborn son.
But looking at the gentle figure standing side by side with Yi Chi in the kitchen, Liang Duanyuan was a little happy.
—Just a little, he thought.
This middle-aged love story came just in time.
In the long years to come, it doesn't matter if the lonely son leaves, and it doesn't matter if the relatives who have been cared for by the younger generation leave. At least there will be Aunt Cao in the future, so that this lonely middle-aged man can rely on him.
Liang Chengjun, who was in the year of destiny, finally stopped and was willing to live for himself.