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“Yeah.”

*

The next day.

The hospital’s cancer inpatient department, the upper floor is a VIP ward, and there are special nurses and caregivers.

Ji Yang met Zhang Hao. In just half a month, he had not seen him. He had matured a lot. He was no longer the sloppy look before. He dyed his hair black and cut it short, and wore a suit and tie.

When he saw Ji Yang, there seemed to be a trace of emotion in his eyes, and then he squeezed out a smile, "Brother Ji, you are here, and you came here specially."

"Don't be so polite. I know there is nothing missing here. Buy some oranges as a token of your appreciation." Ji Yang handed over the bag.

The red bag contained four pounds of oranges he bought at the entrance of the hospital, seven yuan per pound.

"Thank you." Zhang Hao took it, and his behavior became much more stable, "Come in, my dad is awake."

Ji Yang walked in.

Father Zhang was wearing an oxygen mask. He used to be a wealthy man, but now he was skinny and bones. His consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. He slept in bed.

The cold machine was ringing. Zhang Hao put the orange on the bedside and leaned over to call him softly, "Dad, Brother Ji is here to see you."

He used to fight with Zhang's father and jumped up and down like a monkey, but now he is as gentle as he can.

Zhang's father tried his best to open his eyes, looked at Ji Yang, and struggled to sit up.

"Lie down." Ji Yang walked over, pulled a chair and sat on the side, "Just lie down."

Zhang's father fell asleep again, his chest heaving slightly, panting.

Zhang Hao looked at the sheet on the bedside and stood up, "Brother Ji, sit down first, I'll go to the doctor."

"Go."

He walked out again in a hurry, and Zhang's father looked at Ji Yang and spoke.

Ji Yang couldn't hear clearly, so he sat a little closer, "What did you say?"

"Look... look... has he grown up a little?" Zhang's father said, half-closing his eyes again, trying to open them, revealing a weak smile.

His face was very relieved.

Ji Yang looked at the door, and when he turned back, he nodded twice vigorously, and raised his voice slightly, "Yes, you should go to the doctor to discuss what medicine to use for you, and see which medicine is the best."

Father Zhang exhaled, smiled, shook his head slightly, and dragged his voice weakly, "It's useless."

Before Ji Yang spoke, he said again, "The doctor... told me that there is no cure."

"You have to watch him grow up a little bit, he is still a half-baked child." Ji Yang looked at him and spoke slowly.

Father Zhang's eyes were a little red, "Take it slow, it's okay..."

He said a few words, and he was so tired that he closed his eyes. He moved his hand on the side twice, and then he had no strength.

After a while, Ji Yang came out again and saw Zhang Hao squatting in the corridor alone. He sat on the ground without any image, lowered his head and smoked, and there was already a cigarette butt next to him.

Realizing Ji Yang coming out, he raised his head, pursed his lips, and took another puff, "My dad is asleep?"

"Yeah."

Zhang Hao's tongue pressed against his back teeth, and then lowered his head again, and said nothing.

"Your father is sick. You have to take over the company even if you don't want to. I think you look pretty good this way." Ji Yang looked at him, "You really look like a decent person this way."

Zhang Hao smiled, and his eyes became moist as he smiled. He didn't want to look at Ji Yang anymore, so he turned his head away.

After a while, his shoulders began to tremble.

Ji Yang didn't say anything either, and sat down next to him.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Hao buried his head, and a choking voice began to come, "Brother Ji, I'm scared."

Father Zhang couldn't delay for long, he was about to become a child without a father.

Once his parents left, there was no one in front of him, and that was when he began to look directly at death.

Ji Yang put his hand on his shoulder, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so he patted him twice, "Stay with your father well."

Zhang Hao looked at the door of the ward, and pounded the floor with his clenched fists.

That kind of powerlessness eroded him.

*

Father Zhang passed away three days later.

The disease was very serious, leaving him no room for survival. It took only a few months from the onset of the disease to death.

Zhang Hao cried like a child at the funeral, calling "Dad" over and over again.

Ji Yang looked at the portrait of Zhang's father, and suddenly the phone call he received before rang, and then looked at Zhang Hao.

Grow up slowly, Zhang's father also paved some roads for him.

*

"Hurry up, Jinjin, give the clothes to Dad, let Dad help you put them on, Mom will go to dry the clothes."

"Wear this or this?" Cao Jin took out two sets of clothes, and little Jinjin pointed to the dark blue princess dress on the right.

She gave the clothes to her daughter, and called out to the back, "Husband, help her put them on, time is up."

"The clothes haven't been dried yet."

After saying that, she hurried out again, took the clothes out of the washing machine, and collected several more clothes.

Ji Yang was still slow, she was in a hurry, quickly took little Jinjin's schoolbag, helped her prepare milk and clothes, and put the things she needed into her own bag.

After finishing everything, she turned around and saw that Ji Yang hadn't changed his clothes yet, "What are you doing? We agreed to sign the contract at 10 o'clock. It will be too late if you don't go now."

"What's the hurry?" He is always lukewarm.

Cao Jin had no choice but to put the contract in her bag. She had to be busy with all the big and small things at home, while Ji Yang just muddled through.

One is impatient and has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, while the other is slow and doesn't care about anything.

Cao Jin kept urging him while looking at her watch. After waiting for another ten minutes, Ji Yang finished packing, and she had already trotted out and pressed the elevator.

There was no way, she had a strong sense of time, Ji Yang was dragged by her the whole time, and after getting in the car, he was still in the mood to play games with Xiao Jinjin.

Cao Jin was driving, Ji Yang was sitting in the co-pilot seat, and Xiao Jinjin was sitting in the child's chair. When a song started, the father and daughter could sing along for a long time.

Every time at this time, Cao Jin's somewhat anxious mood would relax, and the corners of his mouth would rise when listening to the conversation between the two.