Like the New and Dislike the Old

Because what was discovered was fairly timely, Wu Rou's mother and son were quickly out of danger. In the ward, Lin Qianshan saw Lin Jia for the first time, his brother by blood.

Lin Jia was lying quietly on the hospital bed, the 17-year-old boy's brows and eyes were green. Mu Yi stared for a few moments, and found that he and Lin Qianshan were somewhat similar in some ways, especially the brow bones were exactly the same.

Mu Yi was still observing, and Lin Qianshan called Lin Zhong to inform him that Wu Rou's mother and son were out of danger.

"Yes, it's okay." Lin Qianshan turned around and took a deep look at Lin Jia on the bed. "The doctor said that he would wake up at noon tomorrow at the latest. There are no sequelae..."

At this time, Lin Jia's brows wrinkled, and Mu Yi leaned closer to look. Lin Jia's breathing began to swift, and his eyes began to roll, as if he was about to wake up.

"Lin Qianshan." Mu Yi hurriedly called him, "Come here."

Lin Qianshan hung up the phone and walked over, "What's the matter?"

"He seems to be waking up." Mu Yi pointed at Lin Jia.

I don't know if it was a nightmare. Lin Jia slept very restlessly. After a while, he opened his eyes.

There was a blur in front of his eyes, and his brain was as blurry as his eyes. His last memory is still in the hysterical state of his mother Wu Rou. Wu Rou smashed all the things that could be broken at home, and then hugged him and cried and said that he was sorry and wanted to take him to death.

"mom……"

Lin Jia got excited, and the scene in front of her was finally clear, and she saw two people, one man and one woman.

He was at a loss, then observed his own state. It was white all around, and there was oxygen in his nose. The whole body was soft and weak, and with a hard effort, the infusion bottle driven by the needle inserted in the back of the hand swayed.

"Don't move." The woman he didn't know said, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Lin Jia's eyes turned and stared at Lin Qianshan.

Unlike Mu Yi's concern, since Lin Jia woke up, Lin Qianshan has always stood by and watched indifferently. Even if Lin Jia stared at him straightforwardly, he looked at Lin Jia very calmly.

"Brother..." Lin Jia said softly.

Lin Qianshan frowned. Lin Jia looked at Lin Qianshan eagerly. He just woke up with a sore throat and a hoarse voice, "You... come to see me?"

Lin Qianshan raised his eyebrows lightly, he actually recognized himself?

As if he knew what Lin Qianshan was thinking, Lin Jia weakly said: "I, I knew you since I was very young. I secretly went to your school to see you."

Lin Qianshan was noncommittal and answered Lin Jia's previous question, "Dad is not free now, he asked me to deal with your affairs."

Lin Jia blinked, and tears rolled down. The Adam's apple rolls, making a whimper.

"Please." Lin Jia lay on the bed and stretched out her hand towards Lin Qianshan hard, "Return my father to me...you have grown up and don't need father anymore..."

Lin Jia's cry echoed in the ward. After the medical staff came in, Lin Qianshan and Mu Yi stood together in the corridor outside the ward.

The way Lin Jia was crying just now is really pitiful, but it's a pity that Mu Yi has always lacked empathy in this regard. It may be that she had hardly felt the love of her father since she was a child, so she didn't understand why someone would beg others to let her father out.

There was a low sob from the ward, Lin Qianshan closed his eyes irritably, and he asked, "Did I be cold-blooded just now?"

What he said seemed to be asking Mu Yi, and he seemed to be asking himself.

Mu Yi glanced at him, thought about it, and said, "It's okay, much better than your father."

This answer obviously did not satisfy Lin Qianshan. He opened his mouth. He wanted to say that such a father is worse than no, but what he said was, "Why should I give him my father? Just because he can cry?"

Even if he is not a good dad, he doesn't want to let anyone else!

Somehow, Mu Yi thought he was very human to say such things. There is a very real feeling that Lin Qianshan who is always holding is different.

She nodded, but saw Lin Qianshan lower her head slightly, her eyelashes drooping to obscure the look in his eyes, as if a little sad.

Mu Yi persuaded: "Didn't you figure it out before? Didn't you say that the company is in your hands and nothing else matters."

Lin Qianshan turned his head and looked at the other end of the corridor.

He knew some truths better than anyone else, and some things he knew better than anyone else, but the moment he saw Lin Jia, he still felt very unwilling. Lin Chong clearly already has his son, why should there be a Lin Jia?

Whether it is Wu Rou or Lin Jia, what is better for the mother and son than their mother and son? Why does Lin Zhong still hesitate?

"I don't understand." Lin Qianshan's breathing was very light, "Lin Jia is already seventeen years old and he can only cry and beg for help. He is so incompetent, why..."

Although he didn't say the following words, Mu easily understood what he meant.

She sighed softly, and said, "My mother died when I was seven years old. In less than half a year, my father married me a stepmother. After another year, my mother gave me a younger brother. I was not at that time. Reconciled, obviously I am sensible and smart, and I can help with housework if I study well. How can I be better than the brother who can only cry and has a bad personality. But Dad will always laugh at his brother and only buy gifts for him..."

Lin Qianshan was in a daze for a moment, he just didn't think he could figure it out. After listening to Mu Yi's words, he found that he was the same as Mu Yi once, but he was not reconciled.

"Then how did you figure it out?" Lin Qianshan asked her.

"It's fine if you don't expect it." Mu Yi raised his head slightly and looked at the lights in the corridor, "I don't expect him, so I won't be unwilling."

Lin Qianshan was silent. The depressed mood just lasted only a short time. He began to realize his mistakes. He shouldn't say this in front of Mu Yi.

So he changed the subject, "Where is your mother? She must be beautiful, just like you."

Mu Yi thought for a while, then nodded.

"She treats you well, right." Lin Qianshan thought, she must be a very strong and gentle woman to teach a woman like Mu Yi.

Mu Yi did not speak, and the two fell silent. Just when Lin Qianshan thought that Mu Yi would not speak again, Mu Yi shook her head and said, "No, she is not very good to me either."

In Mu Yi's memory, her mother always scolded her and beat her, and she always tried her best to make Mu Yi cry.

Obviously she named her daughter Yi, but the first difficulty in Mu Yi's life always comes from her mother.

When I was young, there were always only their mother and daughter in the family. My mother had a violent temper. As long as Mu Yi didn't agree with her a little bit, she would get angry.

After making Mu Yi cry, she would dial Mu Chengcai's phone, and then let Mu Chengcai on the phone listen to the child's cry.

Mu Chengcai is always complaining and can't figure out why the child is always crying. At that time, my mother would put the phone to her ear and complain with expectation that it was not because you were always away from home and the child missed his father.

After the phone call ended, her mood would improve, and she began to feel sorry for her daughter, holding her in her arms, and coaxing softly.

After so many years of these things, Mu Yi didn't feel much anymore when he said it, but Lin Qianshan felt uncomfortable when he heard it.

The two stayed in the hospital until more than 11 o'clock in the evening. Lin Qianshan glanced at the time and smiled apologetically. He wanted to invite Mu Yi to eat supper to thank her, and invited her to join the New Year's Eve together.

When the two came to the street, they found that all the shops were closed.

Mu Yi was okay. He had eaten a lot of New Year's Eve dinners, but Lin Qianshan didn't eat much. He was hungry at this time.

The two of them wandered the street for a while, and finally Lin Qianshan begged Mu Yi to take him home to get something to eat.

Mu Yi always eats soft but not hard, Lin Qianshan has a pitiful face, she takes people home when she gets dizzy.

When the IQ downstairs finally reoccupied the high ground, Mu Yi began to find reasons to refuse Lin Qianshan, "Why don't you take you home at night? You are a big man, and I have no one in my family. Liang You is still in my house. ."

Xu is that people are more flexible when they are hungry. Lin Qianshan immediately thought of his idea. He said, "You wait for me."

Then he called in front of Mu Yi, "Yes, it's me, you are already asleep? You get me out of bed, and then ask Liang You to go out with you for the New Year."

Mu Yi: "..."

After a while, the two of them saw Liang You jumping downstairs.

Mu Yi looked at Lin Qianshan speechlessly, why didn't he find that he was so uncompromising before?

"Let's go." Lin Qianshan was still urging, "I feel that my blood sugar is going to be low."

The two went upstairs, Mu Yi cooked two bowls of chicken noodle soup and two more dishes. Mu Yi turned on the TV, and the two of them ate noodles while watching the Spring Festival Gala.

This year's Spring Festival Gala's sketch was very awkward, and Mu Yi was frowning. But Lin Qianshan couldn't smile, and after eating the noodles, he sat beside Mu Yi and laughed endlessly.

Mu Yi was speechless, "Are you smiling so low?"

Lin Qianshan said blankly: "It's okay, I don't laugh at a low point, don't you think this sketch is funny?"

"I don't think." Mu Yi looked indifferent, "You can laugh at this, if I tell a joke, you can't laugh to death?"

"This can't be done." Lin Qianshan was very confident of himself, "I just rarely watch skits. If you don't believe me, try a joke."

Mu Yi searched the inventory in his mind, chose a generally funny one, and said, "One day Zhuge Liang and Liu Bei were discussing military affairs. Suddenly Zhuge Liang wanted to fart, but he was afraid that Liu Bei would be embarrassed if he heard it. But he really couldn't hold back. After he had lived, he said: The lord has worked hard, it is better for the subordinates to learn the woodpecker call to the lord and let the lord relax."

Speaking of this, Mu Yi looked at Lin Qianshan, only to see Lin Qianshan listened attentively, his expression was serious and he didn't mean to laugh at all.

Maybe his laugh point is really not low? Thinking of Mu Yi, continue to say: "Zhuge Liang just wanted to use bird calls to overwhelm the fart, so that he wouldn't be embarrassed. So he learned two bird calls and took the opportunity to let the fart. But he is a proud man again. Even if you learn how to call birds, you want to be appreciated by others, so he asked, Lord, do you think the subordinates are like learning?"

As soon as she paused, Lin Qianshan asked, "What then?"

Mu Yi: "Liu Bei said, call it again. You fart was too loud, I didn't hear it."

"Ahahahaha..."