Over the next two days, Lang Feng tried to contact Zhou Qichen but still failed. He was afraid that something had happened to him, so he sent him a few messages. Finally, Zhou Qichen replied: My ears still hurt, I can't hear clearly, I won't call you anymore, let's chat by text message if you have anything to say.
This sentence made Lang Feng feel very distressed. He asked him: Is video chat okay? I want to see your face.
Zhou Qichen replied: I was lying down in the bathroom with the lights off. Actually, his right ear was basically healed, and the cold was not serious. He just made up an excuse. In a video, he had to show his surroundings. It was obvious that the hotel was not his home. It would take Lang Feng less than half a minute to find out the whole story. In the past two days, he had been judged again and again, and he really didn't have the energy and strength to do it again.
Before leaving, he went to Zhou Chenghai's room to check on him again. The nurse said that he woke up once last night, but unfortunately fell asleep again in the morning.
"The patient is like this right after surgery. Why don't you leave your cell phone number and I will call you when uncle wakes up?" She probably thought of Zhou Qichen as a filial son who took time out from his busy official duties to fly thousands of miles to see his old man, and her tone was full of regret.
Zhou Qichen thanked her and said no. He still looked at Zhou Chenghai through the glass and did not go into the ward. He knew in his heart that this was the best arrangement. People always magnify fears tenfold or a hundredfold. Zhou Chenghai was a black hole and whirlpool behind him, a nightmare that he could not escape no matter how hard he tried. He imagined him to be too powerful. But if nightmares become concrete, they will always disappoint people. Everyone is equal in the face of birth, aging, sickness and death. Now this collection of fears is nothing more than a handful of withered bones, scattered on the white sheets, waiting for someone to collect them.
Zhou Chenglu criticized him on the phone, saying if this was the last time, would you not see him? Although he was reluctant to admit it, he was indeed persuaded to come because of this possibility. After seeing him, he felt somewhat relieved - if this was the last time, then let it be the last time. He did not beat Zhou Chenghai, and he probably would never beat him, but he beat time. Zhou Chenghai lost.
When he went to pay the bill with the doctor's prescription, he bumped into Wu Miao who was late.
Wu Miao looked at the bill in his hand and understood, and said slowly: "You are sensible."
Zhou Qichen didn't say anything, he just looked out the window.
"Achen, are you going to keep not talking to me?"
Seeing that he still didn't speak, she tried again: "Now that you're back, I'll talk to your dad when he wakes up again. You..."
He interrupted her: "Needless to say, it's best if he doesn't know."
Wu Miao sighed: "You said you... can't you change it?"
“It can’t be changed.”
Zhou Qichen turned around, glanced at her, and then asked an irrelevant question: "Which university does A Rui want to apply to?"
Wu Miao answered quickly this time: "Don't go to her. Before... That incident had a big impact on her, and she failed the midterm exam. Now she is in the second year of high school, and it's time to work hard." She didn't explain how and why it affected her, but Zhou Qichen knew it well. But hearing these words from Wu Miao again was like rubbing salt into his old wound. Zhou Qirui's rejection alone was not enough to make him sad, and he had to add that you affected her study state. It seemed that the meaning of Zhou Qichen's existence for more than 30 years was nothing but trouble and trouble.