"Why do you seem to have a fever again?"

Suddenly, a pair of slightly cold hands were placed on Zhang Yiming's forehead. Zhang Yiming suddenly opened his eyes and saw a gentle face. At this time, his mother was still very young, although she was haggard, but she was not old.

"mom."

Zhang Yiming's nose felt sour and he shouted hoarsely.

People who have never lost will never know how precious this feeling of loss and gain is.

"Mingming, are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

When Fan Lingling saw her son's extremely haggard face because of illness, and her eyes were still filled with mist, she immediately felt so distressed that she felt very distressed, and tears fell down.

"Mom, everything will be fine, it will be fine."

"Yeah, it'll get better."

Fan Lingling thought that the good thing was Zhang Yiming's disease. She only thought that the son who was hiding in her arms became fragile because of the disease. However, the good thing in Zhang Yiming's mouth was rebirth and a complete change.

"Ling'er, Mingming woke up?"

"I woke up and had a little fever."

Fan Lingling quickly wiped her eyes, then turned her head and said to Zhang Heshan outside the curtain.

"Is there a fever again?"

Zhang Heshan, who was 1.8 meters tall, walked in with a curtain lifted, and was wearing a faded labor protection uniform.

Zhang Heshan used to be a soldier, with good physical fitness and a very upright person. Because of this, there are many opportunities to make himself further through speculation, but Zhang Heshan gave up, and even in the most difficult years in his life, he did not bow his head.

Perhaps Zhang Yiming had resented his father in his previous life. After all, if his father could be less stubborn and not so noble, the fate of him and his mother and grandmother would be different. But Zhang Yiming, who had lived for a lifetime, had seen too many dirty and dirty things, and only then did he know how difficult it was for Zhang Heshan to stick to principles for the rest of his life.

"dad."

Zhang Yiming shouted, after he was twenty years old, he had never seen Zhang Heshan standing again. Until he died, he never thought that he would have a chance to see such a majestic figure again.

"Well, Mingming, let your mother dress you, and I'll take you to the clinic for a fever-reducing injection."

Zhang Heshan is a taciturn person, just like most fathers in the world, but Zhang Yiming knew that Zhang Heshan's love for him was no less than that of his mother and grandmother.

"Dad, I'm fine. Just take a tablet of antipyretics, it's not as good as before."

Zhang Yiming, who lived a lifetime, knew that he had no major illness at all, but had problems with his immune system. However, in his previous life, the medical level of Tongyuan County where Zhang Yiming was located was limited and could not be diagnosed, which led to the whole family thinking that Zhang Yiming had a terminal illness.

"no."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Heshan refused with a calm face.

"Mingming, listen to your dad. Fever is not a trivial matter. If the temperature cannot drop, your head will burn out."

Fan Lingling is a woman whose husband only comes from. While speaking, she grabbed the sportswear next to her and put it on Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming knew his father's personality, and no matter what he said, it would be difficult to change his father's decision.

In addition to wearing a sportswear for Zhang Yiming, Fan Lingling also grabbed a scarf and wrapped Zhang Yiming's neck and head in the scarf. However, in early autumn, this outfit was a bit exaggerated, but Zhang Yiming did not refuse and allowed Fan Lingling to wrap him into a rice dumpling.

"You ride your bike slowly."

Zhang Yiming sat on the back seat of Zhang Heshan's bicycle, and Fan Lingling told her with red eyes.

"Yeah, go back!"

Zhang Heshan answered silently, and then rode his bicycle to the clinic closest to his home in the dark.

Zhang Yiming sat in the back seat, looked at Zhang Heshan's back, remembering what happened between him and his father in his previous life, and felt a little moved for a moment, and couldn't help but reach out and hugged Zhang Heshan's waist.

Zhang Heshan's body stiffened.

He and his son have never had such intimate actions. Even when Zhang Yiming was a child, he just stuck to his mother and was not very close to him. What's wrong with him today?

The night color became a little brighter because of Zhang Yiming's small behavior. Zhang Heshan himself did not notice it, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After getting the injection, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Fan Lingling sat on the chair and waited. When she saw the father and son entering the door, she quickly came out, reached out and touched Zhang Yiming's forehead, and then touched her head.

“Not so hot.”

Fan Lingling breathed a sigh of relief.

"You cook some dumplings for Mingming. The doctor in the clinic just said that Mingming's disease has something to do with the lack of nutrition in normal times."

"The nutrition cannot keep up... OK, I'll cook dumplings and I'll cook a bowl for you!"

"I'm not a child, don't waste anything."

Zhang Heshan quickly made a sound, as if he was afraid that Fan Lingling would move too quickly, so he put the dumplings into the pot.

Fan Lingling stumbled for a moment, said nothing and went straight into the kitchen.

The living room was left with Zhang Heshan and Zhang Yiming and his son. Although the father and his son had become a little close to each other because of the hug, after all, in the past ten years, the father and his son rarely interacted too much, so Zhang Yiming hesitated slightly before opening his mouth.

"Dad, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Heshan is rolling dry tobacco. Because the family's economic conditions are getting worse and worse, Zhang Heshan has changed from a box of two yuan and five-year Honghe, which was originally a box of two yuan and five yuan, and now it has simply turned into a large-scale production of one yuan per box.

"How much usury does our family owe?"

"Who told you that our family borrowed usury?"

Zhang Heshan's hand shook, and more than half of the tobacco that had been rolled into the paper shook off. He stared at Zhang Yiming with wide eyes.

"Dad, I'm not a child anymore. Even if you hide these things, I can know them from other places."

If it was in his previous life, Zhang Heshan's eyes glared like this, Zhang Yiming might have been so scared that he would not dare to speak. But now, Zhang Yiming is not only not afraid, but is very calm.

Zhang Heshan frowned slightly, and he felt that his son seemed a little different tonight.

"This is my job, don't worry, just study hard and have a good medical treatment."

Zhang Heshan lowered his head and continued to cigarettes. Although the loan shark was like a knife hanging over his head, he couldn't breathe, but he definitely didn't want his son to be affected.

"Dad, I know you and my mother feel sorry for me, but I am sixteen this year, and I have the right to know about family affairs. If you don't tell me, I won't take medicine from tomorrow."

"You dare!"

Hearing Zhang Yiming's words, Zhang Heshan stood up, but when he saw his son staring at him stubbornly, without any retreat, he suddenly realized that his son was really tall, and the tenderness on his face seemed to have faded a lot.

"Your mother and I will find a way to do money. You are a furious child, do you know what it is for?"

Zhang Yiming looked at Zhang Heshan and knew that his father had softened.

"Dad, how do you know I can't help?"

"You help?"

Zhang Heshan looked at his son's serious expression. For a moment, he seemed to really think his son could help, but he smiled in a blink of an eye. His son was only a sixteen-year-old child, and he was really fantastic.

"Dad, just tell me, who did our family borrow usury from, what is the principal, what is the interest, and how long is the loan term."

Zhang Heshan couldn't help but widen his eyes again. The things his son asked were not as good as those a sixteen-year-old high school student could ask. He only understood them after borrowing money.

"Where did you know these things?"
Chapter completed!