"The legs of the table have long been unsteady." Wei Yihang looked at him and picked up the mobile phone on the table.

"And your mobile phone is expensive. If the screen is broken, there will be no place to repair it for you." He shook the phone, and the screen was half broken.

Wei Yihang put down his phone, looked at his parents, and poured out all his inner thoughts.

"After you two get off work, one of you will pick vegetable leaves, and the other will secretly drive a special car."

"This home wasn't like this before."

"I don't want to see you like this either."

His parents looked at him in disbelief.

The father looked at his son who was looking directly at him, then glanced at the experimental drugs on the table, and said, "Do you have to worry about me?"

For the first time, his voice rose a degree, and he roared: "We are happy to!"

"I'm not happy!!!" Wei Yihang pointed his finger at himself and shouted loudly, with a slight cry, and his voice was hoarse.

His eyes instantly turned red.

Dad looked at him with shock and bewilderment in his eyes.

"I don't want you to have a stomachache and be unable to sleep." Wei Yihang's eyes drooped slightly, then he closed his eyes and frowned: "I'm even reluctant to do a gastroscopy."

"And my mother worked hard with others for two cents and thirty cents." He wanted to hold back his tears because he felt that he had grown up and had the burden of being a man, but the tears just kept flowing down his face.

"And my grandma is so old that she has to sell her house to fill my bottomless hole!"

Wei Yihang opened his eyes, and veins were already popping out all over his neck and forehead.

"You are so desperate to save my life. It will only make me feel like I am a burden. I am not grateful to you at all."

"If I don't escape and take a breather..." He raised his finger and pointed at himself, bit his teeth and said, "I might as well die!"

"Pah——." A loud slap hit Wei Yihang's face instantly.

After the beating, Dad himself was stunned. He leaned forward a little, opened his mouth, and the frame on the bridge of his nose was shaken by this powerful movement and fell down a little.

My mother, who was already sobbing a little, looked on and was at a loss. This was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

Wei Yihang, who was slapped for the first time since childhood, felt the burning pain on his cheek.

He pursed his lips several times, opened them several times, and made chewing movements with his teeth several times, as if there was still rice in his mouth that he had not chewed completely. In fact, he was feeling the pain in his facial muscles.

He raised his hand to wipe away his nose and tears, glanced at his father, kicked away the pieces of his rice bowl on the floor, and slammed the door out.

The entire audience looked at this scene and felt it was heart-wrenching and real.

They were shocked by the acting skills of the three actors and moved by the real scene.

When family members sometimes have disputes, what they fear the most is--talking.

Sometimes, it may not be like this, but if you just keep talking, some things will happen that no one wants to see or accept.

The picture goes dark again and is taken over in the form of black and white comics.

Wei Yihang left home, found Wu Xiaomei, the leader of the patient group again, went to his house to vent his anger, accused him of betraying him, and informed his parents about the incident.

"I've scolded him and lost my temper. It's time to go home." Wu Xiaomei said to him.

"I will stay here today." Wei Yihang lay on the sofa on the rooftop.

He was lying on his side, his whole body slightly curled up.

Half of his face was leaning against the pillow, completely blocked, as if he was covering something.

"Then you go downstairs and tell your dad." Wu Xiaomei said again.

"I won't go." Wei Yihang said.

"Then stop staying and start driving."

"How could I be like this without you having so many words?"

"Don't you understand why I talk so much? Have you ever considered me a friend? We are not even friends. What do you mean by telling me this?"

"Yes, of course we are no longer friends, but you don't mind my business, right?"

"That's because your parents and I are friends. Don't think that I care about you when I go to your house all the time. I just think it's not easy for them."

"Long before you come to the patient group for the first time, they have been here many times."

"I'm afraid you won't be welcomed, so I tell people one by one that you are good here and that you are good there."

"You offended people here, and they went to apologize for you with a smiling face. Everyone feels sorry for them and won't care about you."

"I have also been a family member of a patient, and I know what it feels like."

"It's hard for you to get sick, but it's even harder for those around you."

Wei Yihang took a breath and turned his head away.

He decided to go downstairs to meet his father.

Dad is downstairs and has been waiting for a long time.

I sat on the sofa for a long, long time.

The screen lit up again, and Wei Yihang, played by Luo Mo, walked down the stairs from the stage set and walked into the living room.

He had only reached halfway when his father immediately stood up and walked over, saying repeatedly:

"Xiaohang, if you want to stay here today, you can stay here."

"I brought you the medicine."

The middle-aged man wearing glasses and with a stout body lowered his head and held a white plastic bag in his hand, which contained seven or eight bottles of medicine. As he spoke, he untied the knots on the bag, his hands shaking slightly.

He didn't look at his son.

Just a few seconds of this scene, due to the superb acting skills, made a large number of audience members cry instantly.

He just lowered his head to get the medicine and kept mumbling.

"Well, this small one and this red-covered one should be eaten together."

"Take two pills at a time."

Then, he added: "Every half an hour."

"Eat this big one again."

He lowered his head, continued to rummage in the small bag with his big hands, and the frame of the glasses on his face slipped a little from the bridge of his nose.

"This, this is a newly prescribed medicine. It's easy to forget, ah." He seemed to have endless words to say.

Dad wanted to say sorry, but when it came to his lips, there were only endless reminders left.

"Dad." Wei Yihang couldn't hold back and called him.

At this time, Dad stopped staring at the small white plastic bag and looked up at him, his eyes full of self-blame.

"Dad has never touched a finger of yours since I was little. Now that I'm old, I've learned how to do it." His hair was messy, his bangs were slightly wet, and his glasses were hanging down.

"If you get sick, dad will do it, dad will..." He choked with sobs: "Dad can't hear this... this word of death."

He raised his palms to cover his face, and kept shrugging his shoulders to control his emotions.

He kept sniffing.

It seems that he is afraid that being like this will bring psychological burden to his children.

He has paid a lot for you, and his emotions will collapse, but after the collapse, he must be cautious when facing you.

After his father sniffed hard again, he took out his mobile phone with a broken screen and showed him his balance: "Dad has been driving a special car in the past few months and has saved a lot, which is enough for you to have fun."

"I'm not going. You can quickly get the money to treat your stomach problem."

"Tsk, my work unit will have a physical examination next week and specially made an appointment for me to get a gastroscopy. Don't worry about it."

Dad looked at him and said: "You, you have to do what you should do at your age. Go see more and walk more. But when you can go, the doctor has the final say."

Dad held out a palm and asked, "Is it a deal?"

He worked so hard to become a son, and pitied the hearts of all parents in the world.

Wei Yihang stretched out his palm and shook his hand.

On the back of the hand, which has not yet been washed, there is a small red flower printed there.
Chapter completed!