I'm really good at this.

In the ward, the four people remained silent.

Dr. Chen has run away.

Zhang Hong also wanted to run, but Old Master Liang stopped him in his tracks with a look in his eyes.

Liang Luo remained silent with a cold expression.

However, his disheveled hair, shirt, and red-rimmed eyes betrayed the president's inner turmoil.

Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, Liang Ya, this precocious little brat, decided to ease the tension: "Grandpa, you don't know, we were really scared to death today! My dad was so worried his eyes were sweating!"

"What nonsense are you spouting, kid!"

Before the ever-smiling old man Liang could even speak, Liang Luo was the first to break down.

He glared at his son: "Why are you skipping class again? And what are your grades like now? If you don't study hard now, do you want to be a lazy, good-for-nothing rich kid in the future?"

Liang Ya twitched the corner of her mouth.

Didn't you send someone to the school to pick me up?

But he dared not say it.

but......

"I'm currently ranked first in the entire grade. I got full marks in all subjects except Chinese."

"..." Liang Luo frowned. "Why didn't you get a perfect score in Chinese? Are you already complacent? When I was your age, I was already a sophomore in college!"

Liang Ya: "..."

You might as well just ask me why I'm not wearing a hat today!

Following the doctor's orders, the old man quickly finished the banana, tossed the peel into the trash can beside his bed, and then frowned, saying, "You think you're so great? I'd already graduated from university when I was Liang Ya's age!"

Liang Ya: "..."

Grandpa, which side are you on?

If his father only stabbed him in the heart, then his grandfather shot him hard in the heart.

"Gentlemen, let's stop talking for now." Zhang Hong, who was trying to keep the kid quiet, had to break out of his stealth mode so that the boy wouldn't continue to shut up. "If we keep talking, Liang Ya will start crying."

"I didn't cry!"

Liang Ya roared.

"Alright, alright, you didn't cry, you didn't cry." After dismissing the precocious brat, Zhang Hong smiled and said, "Gentlemen, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now. I imagine you two have a lot to discuss."

"Wait a minute," President Liang called out to Zhang, who was trying to slip away.

He said expressionlessly, "Aren't you going to explain yourself to me?"

Zhang Hong decisively chose to betray his teammates.

His expression was very honest: "It was all Old Master Liang who told me to do it this way."

Liang Tian's old eyes widened, and he angrily said, "It was clearly your terrible idea!"

"Grandpa, are you trying to kick me to the curb after I've served my purpose?" Zhang Hong declared that he would never take the blame. "If you hadn't told me you wanted to improve our father-son relationship, would I have gone to all this trouble? Now that I've perfectly accomplished my mission, are you going to discard me like a used tool after I've served my purpose?"

Liang Tian scoffed, "What do you mean by 'completed the mission'? Then tell me, how can it be considered complete now?"

Zhang Hong pointed at Liang Luo: "Look at President Liang, his eyes are so red! His hair is all messed up! His clothes are all disheveled! Have you ever seen anything like this? President Liang was crying so loudly just now!"

"I didn't cry."

Liang Luo gritted his teeth.

Liang Luo was enraged and embarrassed.

He flung his hand and started to walk out of the ward: "I must have been out of my mind to think about developing large-scale autonomous driving robots! I will never build any large-scale autonomous driving robots in my life! Not even in my next life! I'm going to go back and dismantle those models in the factory!"

"Wait a minute!" Liang Tian jumped off the bed nimbly and grabbed his son. "What did you say?!"

"I don't build robots!"

"The previous sentence! Just the first sentence!"

"I......"

Liang Luo still wanted to say something in anger.

But when he turned around, his gaze swept over his father's gray hair, over the wrinkles on his father's face, and over the calloused hand that his father was using to grab his clothes.

Finally, my gaze settled on my father's slightly cloudy but delighted eyes.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly said softly, "Dad, I...I want to build robots, and I want to learn music..."

Also, I'm sorry...

Liang Tian was stunned.

After a long while, he wiped his face and, for the first time in twenty years, showed his son a genuine smile.

"good!"

Zhang Hong smiled slightly, quietly left the ward, leaving the father and son alone.

Liang Ya followed him outside.

Zhang Hong lit a cigarette, but because he was in the hospital and there were children around, he didn't light it.

Seeing Liang Ya also come out, he raised an eyebrow: "Why did you come out too?"

Liang Ya sat down next to Zhang Hong without any hesitation.

The precocious little brat looked straight ahead and said thank you, "Brother Hong, thank you."

"He who takes money must do the work. Your dad paid you, isn't that what he wanted?" Zhang Hong ruffled his hair into a mess. "Don't pretend to be so profound, you little brat. Besides, even if someone is going to thank you, it's not you who should be doing it."

The two men had already achieved their true goal and earned 5.8 million, which was perfect.

What more could one ask for?

But seeing them reconcile and save a family with a deep rift between father and son... it's not so bad.

To be honest, Zhang Hong was genuinely moved just now.

The main thing is that we've got the money.

He felt he was starting to like the job.

Liang Ya let him ruffle her hair without getting angry. She simply tidied her hair before looking ahead and saying softly, "Brother Hong, actually, I've always been quite confused. Living in this kind of family atmosphere, what should I do? I really don't understand. Sometimes I really feel that living is quite tiring."

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, they are not as ignorant as adults think.

He understood that the adults were doing it for his own good, and he was also aware of the rift between his father and grandfather.

So, in order not to disappoint his parents, he chose to be an excellent student, and his only form of resistance was not to skip grades too early.

But that's how kids are these days.

They were surprisingly obedient and listened to their parents, but they became all the same, seemingly losing their own individuality.

They all seem to think they are mature, but there are still many things they don't understand, and they keep their problems to themselves.

They will have worries, sadness, and confusion about the future.

If you study hard and get into a prestigious university, it will definitely make your future much easier, right?

But even if they are deprived of their childhood and live their lives step by step according to the ideas of adults, they will not be troubled.

Because of the numerous studies and tutoring classes, they have no time to worry, so they resort to other methods to forget their troubles.

Constantly buying things or playing games can make people temporarily forget their troubles, but when they lie alone in bed late at night, the troubles will resurface.

He probably cries quietly when he's alone too.

Zhang Hong leaned back against the wall, looking up at the incandescent light bulb on the ceiling, the cigarette dangling from his mouth bobbing up and down.

After a moment, he put the cigarette back in the pack and said gently, "Someone once said, 'Plants don't have worries; they just need to live carefree until they die. But people are different from plants. If you live like a plant and don't think about anything, then you lose the meaning of life.'"

He shrugged and continued, "But in my opinion, the fact that a person is alive is already something to be happy about."

"Sometimes I really envy you." Zhang Hong put his right arm around Liang Ya's shoulder and vigorously rubbed his freshly tidied hair with his left hand. "Life is like ocean waves. There are front waves and back waves, but the waves are always on the surface of the sea."

Some people are like the silt on the seabed, sinking to the bottom. Others are like microorganisms floating in the ocean, drifting with the current.

He patted Liang Ya's head as she struggled desperately: "At least you're a rising star, you have the right to choose your own life, it's just that you don't want to. Since there are things you want to do, then speak up boldly and do them."

Most people don't have this choice.

"What do you choose?" The ward door was opened, and Liang Luo walked out.

His eyes were still red, but a genuine and relaxed smile appeared on his usually stern face.

He looks much younger this way.

Zhang Hong knew what was going on; it seemed the grudge between the proud old father and son had been resolved.

"It's nothing," Liang Ya said, lowering her head.

Zhang Hong pursed his lips and said nothing, but stood up to say goodbye: "President Liang, I've finished my work. As for that film... it all depends on your plans. I have other things to do, so I'll be leaving now."

Liang Luo looked at him, then suddenly bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle: "Xiao Hong, thank you."

"Of course." This time, Zhang Hong didn't dodge to the side.

He accepted the gift without any qualms.

Straightening up, Liang Luo took out a bank card from his pocket: "Here is ten million. Although I know it's not appropriate to express my gratitude with money for this kind of thing, please consider it a small token of my appreciation."

"No need." Zhang Hong didn't even look at the bank card and laughed. "I've already taken the money I was owed. There's no need to pursue what doesn't belong to me."

He turned and left, simply waving his hand: "Anyway, just contact me if you need anything. I'm still taking any filming jobs. Bye."

Watching his dashing and handsome figure disappear into the distance, Liang Ya suddenly mustered her courage and earnestly said to her father, "Dad, I want to..."

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and shouted, "I want to study mechanics! But that's for after I'm thirty! I want to play football before I'm thirty! I want to become a professional football player!"

Liang Luo stared at him for a long time, then said in a low voice, "Are you sure this isn't something you just came up with on a whim, but rather your true thoughts?"

Liang Ya said earnestly, "This is my dream!"

After a few seconds of silence, Liang Luo suddenly smiled: "Okay, but there's one condition."

He raised his index finger: "You have to get into university before you're fifteen and graduate with a bachelor's degree before you're sixteen. Because professional football training has to start by then at the latest, otherwise you have no chance of becoming a professional player."

If you can't even do something this simple, then there's no point in telling me anything more.

Liang Ya looked up, her eyes filled with surprise.

He nodded emphatically: "I will definitely do it!"

............

Outside the hospital gate, Zhang Hong stretched, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

He raised his head and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Blue sky, white clouds, and bright sunshine.

"It's a beautiful day today."

To be honest, he impulsively rejected the ten million, and now he's a little regretful.

But the man's pride wouldn't allow him to go back and ask for money again.

Anyway, I've already earned over five million, that's enough.

If it weren't for those five million, he would have shamelessly gone back...

In his regret, the cigarette in his mouth was taken away.

"Smoking is harmful to your health, and this is in front of a hospital; you shouldn't smoke in public places."

Turning around, her long black hair fluttered in the wind.

The girl raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair, which had been blown by the winter wind, behind her ear, and tilted her head slightly: "Director Sun just called. He said Director Liu wants to invite you to dinner and is asking if you'd like to go."

Zhang Hong smiled and stepped into the warm winter sun: "Of course I'll go, maybe some new business will come my way."

The sun felt warm on my skin.

Spring must be just around the corner.

PS: 1/2~

I went out on a blind date and took half a day off, so this is the only chapter I have today, with 3200 words.

Let's also brainstorm the storyline for the next dungeon~

It will be available for purchase on the 22nd (the day after tomorrow), so I need to start accumulating manuscripts.

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