Wait, no.
Something is wrong.
Zhu Ao reacted: "Ting Shuang, don't go around me."
Is it a matter of winning and losing
I almost got caught by this kid.
Ting Shuang said: "Dad, how dare I go around you... Aren't we discussing... We are trying to reach a consensus... "
As he spoke, he was calculating in his heart. The first consensus was the consensus that one person, Professor Gao Pan, and the whole family would benefit from each other: the enemy and us have reached an agreement.
So he went on to find the next consensus: "Dad, you definitely want me to be happy, right?"
This time Zhu Ao ignored him, picked up the cup and drank tea.
Ting Shuang changed a less nauseous statement: "Dad, you don't want me to have a bad life, do you?"
"What are you talking about?" Zhu Ao raised his eyes from behind the cup, annoyed, "I'm your biological father, can I expect you to have a bad time?"
Ting Shuang said immediately: "Of course, of course..."
After echoing two sentences, he changed his words: "However, Dad, you said, who has the final say on whether this is a good day? In the end, is it still like drinking water, knowing whether it is cold or warm?"
"Yes, it's up to you to decide whether you live well or not." Zhu Ao lit a cigarette, and before Ting Shuang was happy, he said, "But it's not you who has the final say now. People have to move forward in the long run. Look. The little young picture is happy for a while, but what do you do when you are old? You are now on your own, yes, you are happy now, and I was young too. I know how happy I was when I was young, but what about when you are seven or eighty? The children and grandchildren are full of children and grandchildren, how about you? What will you do when the time comes?"
Ting Shuang was about to refute, but Zhu Ao said in a deep voice, "I'll be dead by then, out of sight and out of mind, and you're all alone, who wants to take care of you?"
After all, he glanced at Bai Changyi, and then turned back to Ting Shuang. The meaning of his eyes was very clear: Find someone so much older than you, and expect him to take care of you for the rest of your life? You'll be fine if you don't serve him.
This is a heavy word, whether it is said on the surface or not on the surface, it is too heavy.
"Ting Shuang, don't tell me what to say when you are old and rich. You have nursing homes, nurses, society, institutions, and the government. That's not the same thing as a real family." Zhu Ao breathed out a cigarette. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened, "How many years do you think I can control you? I can't control you for a few years. Professor Bai—" He looked at Bai Changyi: "The psychiatrist you introduced to me is good, but the doctor can only Tell me what is disease and what is not. He is the authority to treat disease. As for how to live, I have lived most of my life, and I don’t need him to teach. Professor Bai, your conditions are good, and I don’t know how many people are lining up to catch up. I'll serve you, but I wish Ao's son, no offense. You and I, it's not appropriate to be brothers. From now on, we will only talk about work, public affairs and private affairs. I wish Ao a clear distinction. This kind of talk today will not be necessary in the future. "
After all, he didn't give Bai Changyi and Ting Shuang a chance to speak again, and hung up the video directly.
Long after the video ended, Zhu Aodu had been sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette without saying a word.
Weng Yunyi sat beside him and advised him warmly: "Actually... let the children decide for themselves. Children and grandchildren will have their own children and grandchildren. He hates it."
Zhu Ao turned his head to look at Weng Yunyi and asked, "What if Zhu Wenjia was on the other end of today's video? He wants to date a man ten years older than him, so you say the same?"
Weng Yunyi was stunned for a moment, then laughed a moment later: "Xiaojia-Xiaojia will not, he is different from Ting Shuang. Hey, by the way, the last time we had dinner, didn't that Mr. Lin's daughter graduated from Imperial College? Let's get Xiaojia back and invite President Lin and the others to have a meal together?"
"... Arrange it." Zhu Ao put out the cigarette in his hand and got up, "I'm going to take a bath."
Zhu Wenjia turned on the phone and saw the message his mother sent him: Xiaojia, it is not convenient for you to live with your brother. You can apply anywhere in the school. You should go back to China first, and someone here will introduce you to your mother.
Zhu Wenjiahui: No, I have to go to the school I want to apply for by myself.
After replying the message, he threw the phone aside and played with the dog for a while. When he looked back, he saw that Ting Shuang's face was still the same, so he had to continue playing with the dog.
The atmosphere at home is not very good.
Bai Changyi cooks in the kitchen.
Ting Shuang leaned on the kitchen door frame in a trance.
"Come, have a taste." Bai Changyi said.
"Well..." Ting Shuang went over and drank the soup with the spoon in Bai Changyi's hand.
"How is it?" Bai Changyi asked.
Ting Shuang nodded: "... It's delicious."
Bai Changyi was about to put away the spoon when Ting Shuang wrapped his arms around Bai Changyi's waist and rested his head in the socket of Bai Changyi's neck.
"What's wrong?" Bai Changyi touched the back of Tingshuang's neck.
Ting Shuang didn't speak for a long time.
Bai Changyi said, "Still thinking about what happened just now?"
"I didn't expect him to say that..." Ting Shuang said in a muffled voice, "...Are you sad?"
Bai Changyi said: "Fortunately, what he said is the truth."
"What he said is not the truth!" Ting Shuang said, "that's just his idea, I don't think so. Do people live for the last ten years? "
"I know." Bai Changyi said, "but people's ideas are not so easy to change. If a conversation can eliminate the differences that have existed for decades, how can there be war in the world."
"But, I thought..." Ting Shuang said frustratedly, "I thought we could solve it better... We said so well before the video... I thought... "
Bai Changyi was silent for a while and said, "Ting, can't you accept my failure?"
Ting Shuang suddenly raised his head and looked into Bai Changyi's eyes: "I don't—" "I also have problems that I can't solve." Bai Changyi lowered his eyes and looked into Ting Shuang's eyes, "It's like I can't stop aging."
The lid of the pot where the soup was boiling moved quiveringly, and white gas came out of the lid hole.
Outside the window, the trees in the yard quietly began to lose their leaves.
Summer is over, I don't know what day it is, and there is no trace of the cherries that once fell all over the ground.