You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"Sorry, he is weak now, I can only give you a few minutes."

When Luo Meien's voice fell, Devon struggled to explain: "It's not what you think, I was robbed. The three little **** didn't know where they came from. They punched and kicked me and snatched me. All things, I was supposed to go to your wedding yesterday, I prepared the tuxedo and toast, but I can only lie in the hospital..."

His son, Michael Devon, seemed to be intolerable. His anger made his eyes shine. It was mist. He was so excited that he almost burst into tears: "You have never appeared on any important occasion in my life. Now you Do you think I will believe you? You were robbed? Dor.Mo saved you? No, you just gambling until you have no money to pay off the debt, and you are beaten by the creditor!"

"No, no, it's not like that!" Devon retorted painfully. "I didn't gamble, I didn't have debt, I was robbed!"

Michael shouted: "When do you really understand? There is no regret medicine in the world!"

"Michael, enough, okay?" The wife wanted to smooth out her husband's anger, which seemed impractical. He was still full of anger. This is an erupting volcano.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry."

The old man in his late seventies was no longer able to express his apology in other ways. He shook his head and said bitterly.

"You often say you are sorry!" His apology was like oil and water that made Michael's anger more powerful. "You just say you are sorry!"

Romen stepped in front of Michael: "You make your wife very sad, you shouldn't be like this!"

Michael shouted: "She is not my wife now, that's the key! She should have become my wife because he didn't show up! He treated me like this on the most important day of my life, he always did, he was **** Bastard!"

"No, I am not..."

Michael is out of control: "That's my wedding!!!"

Several medical staff stepped forward to pull Michael away and took him out of the intensive care unit. The situation was out of control.

"You rotten old guy, why don't you die?"

The irrational human beings can say everything, even when facing their parents.

Devon wanted to get up and explain clearly to his son, but he no longer had the extra strength to get up from the bed, Romen comforted him: "Okay, you need to rest, lie down, Henry."

"I was really robbed!" he said painfully.

Mo Mengchen witnessed the whole process outside.

Then he turned around and returned to the office to rest.

This kind of thing happens frequently in the hospital, and people will burst out the most intense emotions when they are the most vulnerable.

Some of these emotions will make people move to tears, and some people will make people angry with tears in their eyes. It is always extreme, and always will be.

However, what kind of anger can make his son roar with a voice that everyone can hear: "Why don't you die?"

An hour later, the outgoing staff brought back Davin's tuxedo and the toast sandwiched in it.

"This can prove that Henry did not lie." Romen said.

"What about that? Anger is not built up in a day." Mo Mengchen seemed indifferent to the whole matter. "Do you think his anger is just because of this matter?"

"But they are father and son, not enemies, blood is soluble in water." Romen didn't believe that there would really be a father and son who would hate each other to die, "How much resentment can be?"

At noon, Mo Mengchen decided to stay in the hospital. Although he could only stroll around, he could do nothing else.

Even so, he still enjoys the state of work.

Walking in the hospital is better than suffering from a cold at home.

Another advantage of staying in the hospital is that you don’t have to be an Ephraim mouse. That X-factor-like chocolate cake, let Adrian try it. I hope he can give his sister a good review.

Evening

Mo Mengchen got up and wanted to have a dinner, he saw the tuxedo on the table.

And the stationery with the toast.

It is impolite to peek at someone's things, but he is curious. What kind of toast would an old man who has lived so fail to write?

This toast was less than a hundred words, and Mo Mengchen only saw the word regret.

He seemed full of regret.

Mo Mengchen remembered his grandfather, Mo Yuanhang, of course he did not fail so much as Devin, but his relationship with his family was also very bad. His meanness and his sternness made everyone who gets along with him very stressed. .

Until the last moment, Mo Yuanhang left his family's wife and children with a harsh impression.

When he was old, when his life came to the end, he finally became a gentle old man, but only Mo Mengchen-Mo Mengchen from another time and space witnessed this change.

Until the end, he failed to make changes in front of his family.

How big should his regret be?

Mo Mengchen stood up, picked up the tuxedo and walked out.

Sometimes, he will be confused.

In this world, he has no relatives, he has not even fully integrated into the role of Mo Mengchen, he just keeps finding things for himself.

There is a special family section in the intensive care unit. Today, only Michael and Isa are in the family section.

They stayed here all the time and were not in a mood to eat.

"Michael, he is your father." Issa said.

Michael's mood stabilized a lot: "Yes, my father broke my family when I was very young."

"My mother and I can only live in a shelter, crowded with a bunch of homeless people." Michael said.

The wife shook her head and couldn't believe it: "You never told me about it."

"Let's go and finish our wedding." Michael said.

Issa didn't know how to answer. She looked around and saw Mo Mengchen.

Michael also looked back.

If at other times, they would be very excited to see Mo Mengchen's deity, but at this moment, let alone Mo Mengchen, even if Michael Jackson appeared in front of them, they would not react.

"Anything?" Michael asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "It sounds like you really have a bad father."

"I also have a terrible grandpa." Mo Mengchen said, "He always has a stinky face. We haven't spoken in many years, but then he got better and died."

"Mo, I have watched your game and listened to your songs. You may still be an excellent doctor, but I don't think you are qualified to tell me the truth of life." Michael said calmly.

"Do not."

Mo Mengchen raised the tuxedo, "I just want to give you your father's things."

Michael took the bag, even if the bag's appearance was unclear, he could see that it was a piece of clothing.

Michael took out the clothes inside, a brand new black tuxedo.

Issa said: "He is going to our wedding."

"This is your father's toast. I'm sorry, I read it." Mo Mengchen handed the stationery to Michael. "He seems to have a lot of regrets. The only thing that doesn't make him feel sorry is you."

Mo Mengchen turned around, no longer talking, and suddenly many scenes of his childhood flashed in his mind.

Not his childhood, but Mo Mengchen's childhood.

Those things flew like pieces of paper.

How to learn to play basketball, how to represent Melbourne's junior team to win the championship, and how Mo Yuanhang opposed it all clearly emerged.

"Do I need to find myself?"

Mo Mengchen found a noodle shop outside.

This was the first time he had found a noodle shop casually, and he did not bring any sterilized tableware.

Because the former Mo Mengchen did not have this habit.

After dinner, Mo Mengchen went to Sivers's office to watch TV.

Everyone is busy, but he, the best doctor in the hospital, is bored to see some talk shows that even the most boring people will not go to.

Romen walked in anxiously: "Dr. Mo, Henry Devon is bleeding, has difficulty breathing and needs surgery!"

"He is your patient." Mo Mengchen watched the TV intently.

Romen turned directly and ran quickly to the surgical operating room.

After a few minutes, Sivers walked in angrily and said that he saw Javie Tevdara again in the hospital.

"Why is he always in the hospital?" Sivers angered, "How can he get sick every day?"

Mo Mengchen glanced at the time, it was more than eight o'clock in the evening, so he cut into the EPSN sports channel, and he wanted to watch the game tonight in front of the TV.

"This shows that he really loves you, you can consider accepting his love." Mo Mengchen quipped.

"Go to hell!" Severston turned into a grumpy elder sister.

However, Sivers did look more and more beautiful. She had long burgundy hair, and her already gorgeous face was matched with this over-shoulder hair. It was a figure of a queen, and no wonder Yawei thought Twilight.

At nine o'clock, the game started on time.

Without Mo Mengchen, the Pistons will play an eagle attack tonight, which means Hill will get a lot of points, plus indirect rebounding strategy. If teammates give a little more power, it is very possible to win a large triple-double of 40 points.

However, more than half of the first quarter, Alan Houston ate Malone's merciless iron elbow, blood splashing the field.

The blow disturbed the arrangement of the piston, and everyone but Hill seemed to be frightened.

Ratliff couldn't cover Jazz's big white bear Ostertag on the offensive end, nor could he prevent Malone's offense. His performance was a disaster. He only relied on Hill's performance in the first half. The Pistons clenched the score, but wanted to If you win, this is not enough.

In the second half, Ben Wallace sprung up and sent a big cap for consecutive defense. A big volleyball cap facing Malone completely brought the team's momentum.

Big Ben's active performance made Ratliff sit on the bench in the third quarter.

This game will make the competition between the two men fierce.

After Hill made a three-pointer from the buzzer, the two sides tied, and the match suspense dragged to the fourth quarter.

Alan Houston retired due to injury, Barkley feels bad, only Hill offense and Wallace defense can not make the Pistons win.

In the end, the Pistons regretted losing the game because of insufficient firepower.

Hill Air scored 39 points, 15 rebounds and 8 assists.

This nerd probably misses me.

Unfortunately, communication is not very convenient now, otherwise Mo Mengchen really wants to call him.

At the end of the game, it was almost twelve. The players had to be interviewed and the coach had to meet in the locker room. All of these things were completed, at least one hour.

Mo Mengchen turned off the TV and took the elevator down the building.

Remembering that I still have something to do with the company, I had to go back and get it.

This inevitably goes through the intensive care unit, Henry Devon's surgery should have been completed.

He passed by outside the ward and met Michael and his wife.

"Dr. Mo, my father he..."

"You asked the wrong person, he is not my patient." Mo Mengchen is not used to contacting the patient's family too deeply. He looked at Dewen in the eye monitoring room. "But since the operation was successful, you can be more optimistic. The situation is not so good. bad."

"You can also go in and see him." Mo Mengchen suggested.

Michael glanced at his father in the intensive care unit, visiting his sick relatives. It was very simple, but taking this step seemed to be very difficult for him.

He finally took this step.

Opening the door of the intensive care unit, the fiancee followed him, and Michael walked to the unconscious father.

"Dad."

"I saw your tuxedo," Michael didn't care if he could hear, "It's beautiful."

"I saw this too."

He drew Dai Wen's toast from his pocket.

"You actually wrote a toast?" Michael said with a smile. "You don't like to speak in front of everyone. You are not used to being the focus. I always think you have a speech phobia. It seems that you have overcome it. ."

"for me."

Michael spread out the folded toast and slowly sat down beside his father.

He looked at the toast, and he had clearly read it many times. He had such feelings, but those feelings were not as strong as they are at this moment.

The man who wrote the letter was lying in front of him, unconscious.

Is it too late to say some things now?

"Michael," he read, "I remember when you were a little ass, no matter where I went, you would follow me step by step, you don't want to be with me all the time, sometimes you will be naughty and angry Crazy, you can’t imagine how stubborn you used to be, but I enjoy those times.”

Mo Mengchen noticed that Dewen had some reactions.

He twisted his neck and his eyes seemed to open.

"You are my son. As your father, I am very proud."

"But you don't seem to need me anymore. You haven't said that you want to be someone like me when you grow up..."

"It's you instead, who has become... the person I want to be."

Michael pinched the toast and found that his father had held his hand.

"I still need you!" he cried.

"Have you heard? I still need you!"

The father and son held their hands together, the son was crying, and the warmth in the intensive care unit could not blend into any emotion, even Michael's fiancee could only watch aside.

Mo Mengchen wrapped the scarf around his neck and left quietly.

He drove back to the Garridon apartment by himself.

Doorway to room 250.

Mo Mengchen opened the door and found that Ephraim and Adrian were asleep on the sofa~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The TV is broadcasting the second season of "Song Fei Zheng Zhuan".

He first picked up Adrian, gave the cabinet a key of 280, took him back to the room, and then returned to 250 to pick up Ephraim.

Ephraim woke up: "I made a chocolate cake."

"Delicious?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Ephraim buried his face in Mo Mengchen's chest: "Adrian said I have never made something so delicious."

"Then I must give it a try." Mo Mengchen smiled.

Mo Mengchen took Ephraim back to the room, covered the quilt, went to the kitchen, took the chocolate cake from the refrigerator, took out the knife and fork, and cut a piece into his mouth.

The extreme sweetness almost melted his teeth.

"Damn kid!"

Mo Mengchen could imagine how abhorrent Adrian's conspiracy face would be when he woke up tomorrow.