Wen Zeyuan was standing not far away. He was wearing casual clothes and looking at me. It was at least two o'clock in the morning. How could he be here? My heart jumped suddenly and I walked towards him hesitantly. His eyes were on

Ji Xianzhi turned around and returned to me. Pointing to his car not far away as if nothing had happened, he said: "Your father is in the hospital, come back with me."

Four years ago, my father was ill. He asked me to go back, and now he is like this again. I looked at Wen Zeyuan, and I clearly didn’t do anything to regret him. Even if I did, isn’t this what I want? I didn’t want to force him to file for divorce.

? Why am I so guilty and anxious?

I said, "What's wrong with him?"

"hypertension."

My father is a teacher. He works long hours, uses his brain too much, eats poorly, and lacks physical exercise. In those years, the competition for admission to higher education was fierce. He was under great mental stress and his blood pressure was always very high. I nodded, told Le Li, and followed.

Wen Zeyuan walked towards his car.

I acted as if nothing had happened to him, but felt my heart ached. I took a few steps forward, held his hand, and asked, "Zeyuan, I didn't betray you, do you believe it?"

Wen Zeyuan smiled, said nothing, and looked down at my hand. That time he said he didn't cheat and asked me if I believed it, but I didn't believe it. He doesn't believe me now either.

I said Ze Yuan was me, but I didn’t know what to explain. He neither broke my hand nor waited for me to finish speaking. He turned around and walked towards the car. I felt particularly uncomfortable. Looking at his generous back, I was so moved.

He dragged himself forward, just like so many nights when he fell asleep alone looking at his back. I felt like my dream was broken.

The dream I built to grow old together with him. I wanted to get divorced before, because I was blinded by the accumulated indignation. At this time, the pain broke out of the encirclement, grabbed my heart, and pulled it straight down.

I was sitting in his car, wondering when I would be able to break out of this circle. I said, how did you know I was here?

"Guess." Wen Zeyuan drove very steadily and carefully. His right hand was injured and he couldn't do very delicate work, nor could he hold a scalpel, so he gave up medicine and invested in business. I stared blankly at his hand on the steering wheel.

His right hand looks intact, but who knows the reality.

He seemed to be fine, but I couldn't fathom what was going on inside him.

My father was lying on the hospital bed, and I looked at him through the window of the ward. My mother and sister were watching beside me. I walked in, patted my sister to wake up, and told her to go back to bed first, as she had to go to school tomorrow. Weiwei said that I had already let her go to bed.

My classmates asked for leave for me.

When my mother heard the sound, she was startled and woke up. She looked up at me, her eyes bloodshot, and she was obviously still angry with me: "Why are you coming back?"

I glanced at my father on the hospital bed, lowered my head and felt very unhappy. I felt guilty because I thought it was my father's trick to trick me back. I didn't expect that he was actually hospitalized because of my anger.

I stubbornly believed that I was not wrong. I also sat down next to the hospital bed with a cold face.

The two of us were in a stalemate for a while. I saw my father's legs exposed. I stretched out my hand to cover him with the quilt. His trouser legs were probably pulled up by himself. I saw some curves on his calves that looked like earthworms.

I stretched out my hand to touch the protruding blood vessels, and they were soft.

My mother said angrily: "That's varicose veins. Your dad is a teacher. It's easy to get this condition after standing for a long time."
Chapter completed!