Chapter 266 Always find someone to prove it
Gong Jiuhan only heard a low and slow sigh coming from the microphone.
Weak like the wind, it seems to be blown away.
Thousands of miles away, the silver-haired old man sitting in a wheelchair looked out the window to see if there was a sea that had been hit by waves, and his voice was old and hoarse:
"I'm an old man who has one and a half feet in the coffin, so there's no need to be stubborn anymore."
After speaking, there was a dull coughing sound.
Gong Jiu frowned deeply: "Did Jiang Fei not go home these two days? Why is he still coughing so badly?"
"Xiaojiang just left this morning." Suppressing the cough in his throat, Mr. Gong let out a turbid breath: "It's not that you don't understand my old body. Even if Xiaojiang guards it every day, it's useless. Tossing around."
Eyelids drooped slightly, Gong Jiu was silent for a moment, and her voice was filled with stubbornness that she didn't even notice: "This is not tossing around."
This only bloodline restraint, she must keep it no matter what.
A slow and soft sigh faintly sounded in my ear: "Xiao Mu, before... that's all, let you go..."
The words came to his lips, but he swallowed them back and didn't say anything.
But in the end, he made his attitude clear.
Handing the phone to the person standing next to him, Mr. Gong looked into the distance, with white waves appearing in his cloudy eyes.
Old Tang took the phone, stood silently aside, lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.
"You said, was I really too selfish before?"
Grandpa Gong lost his former fierceness, and suddenly seemed to be discouraged.
His throat was low and hoarse, as if he had been burned.
He has read the news on the Internet, but he has been noncommittal.
After all, in his opinion, a person with an unclear mental state going to the ring will only increase his hostility and excitement, and will do harm to Gong Jiuhan's illness, but will not benefit him at all.
This is also the biggest reason why he is committed to opposing Gong Jiuan's stepping into the fighting circle.
What came to his mind was what Jiang Fei said inadvertently-"Old Patriarch, I admit that you are thinking about everything you think for this huge family, but for Jiu'an, it is really fair ?"
"Old Patriarch, Jiu'an's mental state is not as optimistic as you think."
Since she was a child, Gong Jiuan has been taught strictly by him, hardly giving her time to breathe, and he still places huge and heavy responsibilities on her body.
Even after that incident, while making up for it, what he considered was the so-called overall situation and responsibility.
So much later, the soft and sticky little Ah Mu in his memory almost became a human being, a ghost and a ghost.
But even though panic surrounded him, he never questioned any of his decisions.
Now, he is suddenly not sure.
Old Tang put the hands holding the mobile phone alternately in front of him, and lowered his body slightly: "Old Patriarch, there is indeed nothing wrong with your starting point, it's just because you are too concerned."
"It's really old and useless, even you play charades for me."
After the words fell, Mr. Gong coughed again.
Old Tang hurried forward, and carefully breathed for him: "Dr. Jiang stands at a different angle from you, so naturally he sees it differently, not to mention..."
Grandpa Gong turned his face sideways: "Less what?"
Old Tang let out a breath, and then slowly opened his mouth: "In my opinion, a person like the young master never needs others to tell her what to do, old master, you just used the wrong way to care, and blindly oppressing her is not enough. If you work hard to create miracles, you need heart medicine to heal heart disease, don’t you?”
His speaking speed is neither fast nor slow, enough for the old man to think slowly.
After a while, the old man laughed lowly, and said three times in a row: "As he gets older, this person has also started to find a dead end, cough cough—"
"But, ahem, but Xiao Tang, Xiao Mu's heart disease is more than just such, ahem, simple."
Old Tang's hand movements were lighter, quite helpless: "I'm afraid you are already like a mirror in your heart, so why do you have to explain it clearly?"
"I always have to find someone to prove it. Is it because I got into a dead end this time..."
"..."
"I don't know how Xiao Yin will choose..."
"..."
"Forget it, this world has long belonged to young people..."
"Old Patriarch, it will start to get cold in a few days. While the weather is okay, I will push you to go to the yard to bask in the sun."
"Alright, cough cough—"
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Lin Yao has never felt that her eyesight is so good at this moment. She is far away, even if she is in a trance, she still recognizes Gong Jiuhan at a glance.
She stopped suddenly, and Song Zixi, who was rushing in front, waved his hands: "I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, you go and eat first!"
"What?" Song Zixi was a little confused. Seeing the person running away in an instant, he seemed a little anxious: "Hey, should we wait for you! Hey... why are you running so fast..."
When Gong Jiuhan slowly regained his senses, there was nothing around him.
She lifted her feet and walked out of the field, with long steps, reached out to unzip her clothes, took off her team uniform, and hung it on her hand.
The exposed half of the arm is white and thin.
Extra dazzling.
Considering the current situation, Gong Jiuan took a mask from the staff and put it on, preparing to keep up with Jun Gu and the others who had gone out.
Walking out from the inner path of the sports field, when he was about to lift his feet up the steps at the side door, Gong Jiu was suddenly patted on the shoulder.
"Nine dumb!"
The soft voice has the unique softness and warmth of Jiangnan women.
Stopped, Gong Jiuhan turned slightly sideways, and the man had already turned to her side, just facing her.
She was a little surprised: "You... come to the game?"
Lin Yao raised her face, she tilted her head, and her eyes were crooked with a smile: "Nine dumb, you forgot, we agreed before."
Flashing through the conversation between the girl and her on the road that day, Gong Jiu was dumbfounded. He didn't expect this little girl to actually come to the scene.
Wearing a mask, she revealed a pair of dark and deep eyes, and the shallow and deep red pupils are particularly eye-catching when viewed closely.
She turned her head, and in her sight, at the end of the downward stairs, a black nanny car was parked there, and through the slowly falling window, a person wearing a gold wire frame looked at her faintly.
Jaw paused, she looked behind Lin Yao: "What? You alone?"
Following her line of sight, Lin Yao also saw the car.
Lin Yao shook her head, her big and beautiful eyes flickered: "No, there are many students from our school, and they are waiting for me over there."
Hearing this, Gong Jiu frowned, but quickly relaxed: "In this case, I'll leave first, there are people waiting over there."
She turned around and went down the stairs, and said with a side face: "The sun is quite bright, don't always stand outside."
"Yes!" The smile that slowly faded rose again, Lin Yao nodded heavily, watching the boy's back gradually walking away, her heart moved, and she suddenly said: "Nine silent!"
Gong Jiu, who was going down the stairs, stopped at his feet, and turned to look at her: "What?"
Taking a breath, Lin Yao asked:
"Will you go to the ring?"
In the huge nanny car, the team members who sat in this car only felt that the air conditioner in the car seemed to be turned too low. After changing the heat when they first got in the car, they became cold for no reason.
"Hey, master, the air conditioner is too low."
Someone called out to remind the master who was driving. Hearing this, the master stretched out his hand and moved, a little strange: "I haven't had time to turn on the air conditioner, why is it low?"
Jun Gu leaned on the seat, under the blue-lighted lenses, his eyes flickered, keeping his secrets secret.
In sight, the boy wearing a mask turned around and looked at the girl in a pure white dress above the stairs.
One old and one young, their stubborn tempers are carved out of the same mold. But, we, the blue out of the blue, are better than the blue.
(end of this chapter)