... Mr. Jiang
Shen Mucheng was startled for a moment, then took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Xu Dezhou: "Are you sure you heard right?!"
His tall body forced Xu Dezhou to take two steps back, shook his head and said firmly, "I heard correctly."
... So, is it really grandpa? Shen Mucheng thought in a daze.
When Luo Shaoheng analyzed the events of the year with him before, he thought that someone between Luo Shaoheng and grandfather must have lied.
After getting along with each other these days, as well as the occasional memories in his mind, he believed in Luo Shaoheng and guessed the outline of the matter, but subconsciously he still didn't want this person to be his grandfather. After all, since he was a child, his grandfather loved him very much. , after his parents passed away, before he met Luo Shaoheng, one of his closest people was his grandfather, and the other was his grandfather.
At this moment, the guess in his heart was confirmed, and most of the matter was revealed, but he didn't feel any sense of relief.
"What's the matter?" Luo Shaoheng noticed his abnormality, "Is that Mr. Jiang someone you know?"
Shen Mucheng restrained his mind, nodded to him, and asked Xu Dezhou: "What other things do you know?"
Xu Dezhou said: "No, after that I applied for resignation and left the hospital."
"I see." Shen Mucheng nodded and asked Luo Shaoheng: "Is there anything else I want to ask?"
"No more." Luo Shaoheng shook his head, took a business card from his wallet and handed it to Xu Dezhou: "This is my business card. Someone will contact you when your daughter is sick."
Xu Dezhou took the business card, lingered on the name on it for a while, and said to Luo Shaoheng in a hoarse voice: "Thank you..."
"No, just exchange with each other." Luo Shaoheng smiled at him, and turned and left the slope with Shen Mucheng.
After they left, Xu Dezhou stared at the direction the two left for a long time in a daze, until the ringtone of the mobile phone in his pocket brought him back to his senses.
He took out his mobile phone and was shocked when he saw "Ms. Lin" displayed on it. He thought that something happened to his daughter at school again, so he quickly connected and asked anxiously, "Hello, Mr. Lin, is it Qiao Qiao..."
"My father is me!" A delicate female voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Qiao Qiao?" Xu Dezhou was stunned for a moment, and his heart was relieved, "Why did you call back suddenly?"
"I have good news for you!" Xu Qiaoqiao said excitedly over there, "The class teacher said that there are kind people who are willing to sponsor me to go to school, and they will continue until I graduate from college!"
"What?" Xu Dezhou was stunned.
"Someone is willing to sponsor me to go to school, so you don't have to work so hard in the future!" Xu Qiaoqiao said, "I still have to go to class, so I won't tell you more. Pay attention to your health!"
Xu Qiaoqiao hung up the phone, and Xu Dezhou stood with the phone close to his ear for a long time, unable to react to what happened today.
From Luo Shaoheng and the others' finding, to the prospect of his daughter's medical treatment, to the willingness to sponsor her to go to school, all of this seemed to be arranged, which he did not expect.
Over the past few years, because of his daughter's illness, he ran around, spent all his savings and owed a lot of debts. He didn't even have the guarantee that his daughter would be hospitalized next time, but now everything was solved suddenly.
The cold wind was blowing on his face, and his tear-ridden face was covered with guilt. He held Luo Shaoheng's business card tightly, buried his face deeply in his calloused hands, and said sorry with deep apology.
The sorry sound was instantly blown away by the wind, and his hunched back looked extremely desolate on the loess full of slopes.
On the other side, Luo Shaoheng and Shen Mucheng left the village. The minivan driver who was waiting at the entrance of the village drove over as soon as he saw them, and the two of them opened the door and got into the car.
On the way back, Shen Mucheng was silent all the way, with an incomprehensible emotion in his eyes.
Luo Shaoheng didn't rush to ask him what was going on, but just held his hand tightly and gave him silent comfort.
Back at the hotel, Shen Mucheng sat on a chair as soon as he entered the room, stretched out his hand to press his swollen eyebrows, he felt that his whole body was surrounded by a deep sense of powerlessness, and he had the urge to go back and ask his grandfather about it What the hell is going on and why is he doing this.
But it's not enough, the matter has not been fully investigated, and there is no evidence to fully prove that the matter of that year was arranged by grandpa.
Luo Shaoheng at the side poured him a cup of hot water and put it in his hand: "Drink some hot water."
Shen Mucheng put the water aside, stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms, rubbed his face against his hair: "Let me hug."
Luo Shaoheng heard the exhaustion in his words, obediently let him hold him, and patted his back comfortingly with one hand.
After a while, Luo Shaoheng felt that he was in a better mood before asking: "Since meeting Xu Dezhou just now, your mood has been a little bit wrong, do you want to tell me?"
Shen Mucheng stroked his hair, sighed softly and said, "The Mr. Jiang he was talking about is most likely my grandfather."
"What?!" Startled, Luo Shaoheng raised his head from his embrace, "Are you sure? Your grandfather?"
"Seventy to eighty percent possible." Shen Mucheng said, "Do you remember that I told you that when I woke up, I was told that I had been in a coma for nine years."
"Remember, what's wrong?" Luo Shaoheng asked.
"I was in Dr. Zhang's clinic when I woke up." Shen Mucheng paused, and explained to him, "Dr. Zhang belongs to my grandfather."
Luo Shaoheng immediately understood: "You mean, your grandfather arranged all of this?"
"We can't make a conclusion yet, but the possibility is very high." Shen Mucheng said, after all, according to Doctor Zhang, it was Dr. Zhang who brought him back from City A back then, and Xu Dezhou also said that he had heard the dean call him Jiang. old man.
Surnamed Jiang, he was transferred from city A back to city B and handed over to Dr. Zhang for treatment.
He couldn't think of anyone else besides his grandfather, but why did he do this, create a fake death incident? Why let everyone hide the fact that he stayed in City A for two years? And why under all these arrangements, I just forgot what happened with Luo Shaoheng in those two years
Closing his eyes tiredly, Shen Mucheng put his hand on Luo Shaoheng's waist, and leaned on the chair for a long time without saying a word.
Realizing that all these things might be done by his relatives, Luo Shaoheng knew that Shen Mucheng must be feeling uncomfortable. Looking at his furrowed brows, he stretched out his fingers and rubbed the center of his brows distressedly, and said in a low voice, "Don't think so. There are too many, isn’t it still not sure? Maybe it’s not necessarily wrong?”
What he said was not convincing at all, and both of them understood that the identity could basically be confirmed now, and what he said was just to make Shen Mucheng feel better.
Shen Mucheng didn't speak, but just tightened his arms around Luo Shaoheng, wanting to get a little body temperature from him, and warm his heart that was suddenly cold because he knew the truth.
They planned to stay here for two days before going back after figuring things out, because although Dejiang Town is relatively remote, the natural scenery is good, and they can just relax everywhere, but now the two of them have lost that thought and rested. After one night, I took the train back the next day.
It was still the same old train that stopped at every station and gave way when it saw a train. The speed of this train during the day was even slower than that of the night shift. It took two hours to get back on the road slowly.
Shen Mucheng was not in a good mood at first, but this meeting has already made him lose his temper by this car, so he didn't sleep at all, and got up and sat with his back against the wall. The location is still a little far away, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to even sit.
Seeing him sitting up, Luo Shaoheng turned over and lay on his side, looked at him with his hands propped up and said, "Are you tired?"
Shen Mucheng shook his head: "It's okay, how long is it?"
Luo Shaoheng looked at the time: "Including the delay of the train, there are still more than 4 hours, and the arrival time is about ten o'clock in the evening."
Hearing that there were still more than four hours to go, Shen Mucheng moved his shoulders that were a little tired from holding a posture for a long time. My impression of this train journey is very bad.
Luo Shaoheng could tell what he was thinking just by looking at him, and couldn't help laughing: "Thanks for your hard work, I'll massage you when you get back."
Shen Mucheng paused for a moment with the hands rubbing his shoulders, his eyes stopped on Luo Shaoheng's face with curved eyebrows, his heart moved, and he felt an urge to hug him and kiss him. But at this time on the train, there were still people on the bed next to them, and they alone suppressed the eagerness to move in their hearts, and changed the subject: "Are you hungry?"
"A little bit, the dining car should be coming soon." Luo Shaoheng sat up from the bed, lying on the table between the two bunks and said, "But the fast food on the train is pretty bad."
As soon as he finished speaking, the flight attendant pushed the dining car over, and the two of them ordered a fast food each.
As Luo Shaoheng said, the fast food in the car is really not very tasty. The pork belly of a pork belly set meal looks like only fat meat and no lean meat, and it is full of oil.
Shen Mucheng picked some lean meat from the bowl for Luo Shaoheng, and he ate some side dishes casually.
"I really miss the dishes you made in the past. They are more delicious than those sold outside." Luo Shaoheng chewed the vegetables slowly. He didn't have any love for this kind of boiled vegetables, he just wanted to fill his stomach.
"Go back and make it for you to eat." Shen Mucheng reached out and wiped off a grain of rice on the corner of his mouth.
"Don't." Luo Shaoheng looked at him and smiled, "Don't cook until you think about it, I'm afraid that the dishes you cook will be as indifferent as your face."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Mucheng stopped eating.
—Shen Mucheng, why don't you stop cooking and let's go out to eat, shall we
— unhygienic outside.
—… But your cooking is as indifferent as your face.
Familiar and unfamiliar conversations suddenly sounded in his mind, and Shen Mucheng recalled the scene at that time.
From Luo Shaoheng's bitter face when he first ate the dishes he made, to the cautiousness that thought these words hurt him and wanted to make up for it later, he finally fixed on learning to cook by himself. After eating, his eyes lit up and he called himself the chef The dogleg appearance.
Although these memories are still a little fuzzy, they can recall the general idea.
Thinking of the way Luo Shaoheng pestered him to order food at that time, he couldn't help but chuckled, and even the fatigue on his body didn't feel so obvious.
"What are you laughing at?" Luo Shaoheng looked at him puzzled.
"No." Shen Mucheng was in a much better mood, pinched his face with the other hand, "Eat obediently."
Luo Shaoheng gave him a strange look, and was a little puzzled by his sudden change of mood. After asking twice to no avail, he could only lower his head and continue eating.
At 10:20 in the evening, the train finally pulled into the station. When they stepped out of the car door, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
They found a place to rest for one night in L City, and after lunch the next day, the two boarded the return flight.
It was already afternoon when I returned to the resort, and as soon as I got back to the house, Luo Shaoheng lay straight on the sofa and said to Shen Mucheng, "Come and massage me, my bones are all broken."
Shen Mucheng turned on the heater, took off his coat and threw it aside, sat beside him, helped him take off his coat, and began to massage his back.
Luo Shaoheng was lying on the sofa, feeling refreshed by being served by Shen Mucheng, and he had long forgotten his words "I'll press it for you when I go back".
Shen Mucheng squeezed his shoulders, then went all the way down to help him press his back, asking while pressing, "Is this strength appropriate?"
"It's right... right there... use a little force... hiss..." Luo Shaoheng hummed as he pressed him down, his bones softened, and he looked like a salted fish.
Shen Mucheng was hummed and patted his round buttocks lightly: "Be quiet."
Luo Shaoheng turned his head and smiled at him: "You are not allowed to bark if you are comfortable? I am happy to bark, what's the matter with you?"
Shen Mucheng was tickled by his appearance of "I'm happy, I'm happy", and his big hand slid down from the seam of his trousers, stuck to his buttocks, and squeezed lightly to show discipline.
Luo Shaoheng shrank his butt, pulled his hand out and put it on his back: "Don't flirt, continue."
Shen Mucheng could only continue to wait on his back, and Luo Shaoheng also closed his eyes and continued to hum: "...It's so comfortable, baby, use your strength, you're awesome..."
Shen Mucheng: "..." It's really fucking annoying.
At this time, the people standing outside the door stopped their hands about to knock, and exchanged glances with the people beside them. Judging from the words they heard through the closed door, they all felt that they had come at an inappropriate time.