Patient relationship

Jian Yang washed his hands in a hurry, practiced his polite expression in front of the mirror again, and then opened the door of the bathroom, followed the housekeeper to the room where Mr. Yu was.

When he entered the door, Kuang Heng was helping Mr. Yu to make tea. A small spoon made of mahogany scooped tea into the tureen and poured it with boiling water from a nearby pot. The steam curled up with the aroma of the tea.

At this time, Mr. Yu was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed mirror frames and was playing with a tea pet. When he saw Jian Yang enter the door, he showed him a gentle smile:

"Young Master Jian is here, did you feel all right during the inspection?"

Seeing that the other party was in a relaxed state, Jian Yang was completely relieved, pointed to the collar around his neck, and spoke in a lively tone:

"The doctor's technique is very professional, and I don't feel anything at all. Um...Mr. Yu, the doctor said that the extraction will be completed in five hours, and I'm going to bother you here for a while."

Mr. Yu smiled lightly, and gestured to Jian Yang to please sit down.

The three present were seated in order of seniority, and Kuang Heng who sat in the middle seemed to be the happiest one. He took the initiative to take over the work of making tea, soaking the tea leaves in boiling water repeatedly, and then poured them into porcelain bowls and placed them on the table. In front of Jian Yang:

"Little Jane, you have helped a lot this time. When the new small forest is built, I will come here every day to be a volunteer for you."

Jian Yang slowed down, picked up the thin celadon tea bowl, put it lightly in the palm of his hand and said with a smile: "Farewell, the small forest can't accommodate Brother Kuang, your big Buddha, my dad may come to the door to find someone himself."

Drinking tea has a kind of magical power for men, which is even worse than drinking alcohol. Once you drink it, you always want to talk about something to taste.

Even the frail Mr. Yu couldn't escape this attraction.

"Aheng, your little brother has a good nature, and he is on good terms with me. If you don't mind, you can call me brother Chi as you like, and call me too unfamiliar."

Mr. Yu smiled with a warm spring breeze, like tea leaves stretching in the clear green liquid, his eyes are bright, and the water is shining.

The bosses had already spoken, and Jian Yang was very polite, and immediately called out "Brother Chi", only to realize that something was wrong after the call.

If the other party is really Cheng Yu's father and he calls him his brother, wouldn't Cheng Yu become a junior?

Uncle Jane?Nephew Cheng Xian?

No, no, it's kind of scary.

"Chi... have you known Brother Kuang for many years?" Jian Yang silently withdrew his address, and asked for information awkwardly.

Mr. Yu coughed twice, nodded and said: "When I was young, I always played in the same place. Haicheng is such a big place, and the juniors in a circle can see each other when they look up and see each other. Once they come and go, they call each other brothers."

Kuang Heng laughed loudly, and also opened up the chatter box: "Little Jane, don't be intimidated by Brother Chi's current status. He was not like this when he was young, but he is a mess. He does not do business all day long. He is one of our dudes. boss."

Mr. Yu rubbed the space between his brows, and joked helplessly: "We were considered dudes back then, but I didn't expect you to be able to go on the right path now and start a business in a down-to-earth manner."

Hearing the bosses recall the past, Jian Yang couldn't help being a little excited, and said: "Brother Kuang was also a son of a son? I still think he is a kind of almighty student. Now my father's company can't do without he."

Kuang Heng blushed, pouted his mouth and retorted: "Who hasn't committed a mess when he was young, it's never too late for a man to wake up."

When Mr. Yu heard this sentence, his eyes were full of sadness, and he sighed: "You can't say that, sometimes it's too late, and it's useless to repent thoroughly."

The light bulb in Jian Yang's head suddenly lit up, the opportunity has come!

Once a man enters the state of "thinking about the past", he will not be able to stop for a while, and it is easy to make words out of it.

"You...why did you leave Haicheng back then, the brothers are all here, wouldn't you be reluctant?"

As soon as Jian Yang finished asking, he felt that he was a little abrupt. The other party's family system was huge and complicated. There must be some unavoidable reasons for leaving home, and there might be some secret rumors about the Yu family.

Mr. Yu didn't feel offended, and said frankly: "The family is big, and everyone can't help themselves. I'm just a victim of the clan struggle back then."

The more Jian Yang heard it, the more frightened he became. Sure enough, it was related to the interests of the family. Mr. Yu must not have left his hometown voluntarily.

Seeing Jian Yang's face gradually collapsed, Mr. Yu couldn't help laughing, and comforted him:

"Little Jane doesn't need to worry about these old things. This is a natural law of competition, just like the kings in a lion pride alternate, and the defeated party will be expelled from the lion group if it cannot be tolerated by the new king."

Jian Yang quietly stared at Mr. Yu's face that was [-]% similar to Cheng Yu's, and some emotions surged up.

He has no intention of exploring the grievances and entanglements within the wealthy family, but feels sorry for the helpless separation caused by reality.

Jian Yang couldn't help thinking, if his family's old Jane had given birth to a few more sons back then, the older and capable bad brother would have taken control of the power of the family, kicked out his autistic and salty good-for-nothing younger brother, and sent him to the bitter cold frontier Herding horses and sheep...

stop!It's a bit of an exaggeration.

Jian Yang patted his cheek to free himself from the terrifying imagination.

"Then your illness..." He took a deep breath and finally asked the key question.

Mr. Yu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled wryly: "It's not a novel story. My lover and I were separated by reality, so I suffered from this disease. You young people should not be able to understand this clichéd plot."

Jian Yang quickly shook his head to deny it, but couldn't think of the exact words to express his feelings. Not only could he understand, but he even admired Mr. Yu very much.

It's hard to fight the harsh reality, and it's even harder to stay true to love.

Mr. Yu has tried his best, and he may not be able to find another alpha who can fight against apologia for more than [-] years.

When the glands and the brain are completely separated, without the financial resources of the Yu family, it is very likely that they will not be able to save their lives.

Kuang Heng also recalled the past, and said: "Brother Chi, after you left, I was worried that Brother Xiaoshuang would not be taken care of, so I sent someone to look for him for more than two months. But after searching all over Haicheng, there was no one. A little bit of news about him seems to have evaporated from the world, do you think Brother Xiaoshuang has gone back to his hometown?"

The lover's name was like a mantra, and Mr. Yu's brows were suddenly filled with pain, and he coughed violently, his face turned pale instantly, and his limbs trembled and twitched involuntarily.

He frowned, pressed the call button on the intercom, and ordered in a deep voice: "Call someone over, I'm sick."

Soon three or four doctors rushed into the room, pushed Mr. Yu's wheelchair and took him out. The door was closed again with a soft sound.

Kuang Heng was very annoyed, pulled his hair and said in a muffled voice: "It's all my fault, why did I mention that person's name... Hey, there are only a few hours left, so why do you want to provoke him if you say something bad."

Jian Yang sat up straight, not only worried about Mr. Yu's physical condition, but more excited about getting key information.

Brother Xiaoshuang... Xiaoshuang, Mr. Yu's omega name has a word "Shuang" in it!

Jian Yang felt that he had obtained the crucial clearance code, and now there was only one step left: extract his father's name from Cheng Yu's mouth, and then he could judge whether his guess was accurate.

Jian Yang glanced at Kuang Heng, who was still introspecting himself, and asked, "Brother Kuang, have you seen Mr. Yu's omega before?"

Kuang Heng tried his best to recall for a while, nodded and said: "Of course I have. Brother Chi and his omega have a very good relationship. They were very close in those two years, and they always took each other by their side."

"Then..." Jian Yang broke his heart, braved up his courage and asked, "Do they...have any children?"

Kuang Heng was startled, and immediately denied: "No, I haven't heard of this. Brother Xiaoshuang is not in good health. Brother Chi has always loved him very much. He wouldn't be so careless before marriage. They were forced to separate, and it is impossible to keep the children."

Jian Yang was silent, these fragmentary clues were enough, but there was only one thread missing to thread them, and Cheng Yu was the crucial index thread.Everything still needs to wait for the opportunity, there is no rush.

More than an hour later, Mr. Yu was pushed back by the doctor, and he returned to his previous pale and weak appearance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I'm sorry, I made Brother Xiaojian laugh."

Jian Yang felt sour, and shook his head vigorously: "Don't say that, my pheromone will be able to help you in two more hours, and you can call me over whenever you need it."

Mr. Yu smiled lightly: "I can't help myself. If it's not necessary to take over the big business of the family, it's okay to linger on like this. But the Yu family needs a healthy and strong speaker right now. Brothers and sisters In this life, I am the only man left with the blood of the main family, so I can only be recruited back as a borderline person with no virtue and incompetence."

Jian Yang blinked desperately and denied: "Don't underestimate yourself like this, you are fine..."

"This time I really caused you trouble. If there is anything you can use me in the future, don't dislike me as a big brother." Mr. Yu tried his best to reach out, patted Jian Yang's shoulder vaguely, and passed on Sincere gratitude and friendship.

White mist rose from the teapot, and the three sat around the table laughing and talking about the past again, patiently waiting for the last two hours to pass.

Jian Yang had never had this kind of experience of enjoying tea with his friends. He only felt that a long-lost sense of peace had washed away the anxiety in his chest, and his mind was clear.

Until eleven o'clock in the evening, half an hour before the final time, Mr. Yu fell asleep leaning on the wheelchair due to excessive weakness.

Jian Yang and Kuang Heng put down the teacups in their hands, and did not make a sound in a tacit understanding.

The man in the wheelchair is half hidden in the shadow and half melted into the light.

The plain colored Tang suit was buttoned all the way to the top, and the big hand holding the tea pet was well-knit. Every round of nails was neatly trimmed, and even the sideburns were combed meticulously.After he fell asleep, the Shu Lang between his brows and eyes slightly diluted this rigor, appearing gentle and kind.

With such a noble person, such a dress, in such a quaint old house, it is easy for people to have the illusion of blurring time.

The scene in front of him is like a painting, a painting that only exists in the gap of time, making Jian Yang reluctant to disturb it.

Xiaoyu, if you find such a father for you, can you fill up a little bit of the regrets and sufferings you have experienced in the past?