not as sweet as you

Standing at the door, Luo Xing felt disgusted for no reason when he heard this familiar address.

He didn't go in, but stood at the door with his fingertips resting slightly on the doorknob. He watched the man on the hospital bed raise his head and looked at him. He quickly withdrew his hand from the man's hand with some embarrassment. .

Luo Zhiyuan looked a little cramped, unconsciously rubbed his hands on the quilt twice, and opened his mouth dryly: "You... Come in, don't stand by the door, it's cold."

Luo Xing involuntarily looked at the other person in the room, and Ye Qiaoqiao also saw that it was the teacher at the sign-in desk during the competition at Beishi No. [-] Middle School.

He stood up, not as embarrassed as Luo Zhiyuan, but with a gentle smile, and said understandingly: "You father and son talk, I'll... go out first."

Luo Zhiyuan's eyes were still fixed on Luo Xing's face, and he nodded slightly: "Go, I'll talk to Xingxing."

Luo Xing frowned slightly.

Ye Qiaoqiao has been in contact with many people like this since she was a child, and she is very familiar with this kind of relationship. She almost noticed the unusualness between them from the way they looked at each other just now. She pursed her lower lip and said, "Luo Xing, I'm here Wait for you at the door."

Luo Xing nodded: "If it's cold, you can come in, it's fine."

Ye Qiaoqiao nodded: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, she also went out together. Luo Xing turned his head and looked at the man who was so nervous on the bed that he sat up slightly, and took a light breath before walking inside.

Maybe it was because of excitement, or maybe it was because of guilt, Luo Xing saw that there was moisture in his eyes, looking at him with red eye circles, and his lips trembled.

Luo walked in, stood still at the end of the hospital bed, and didn't speak.

He has never been a very proactive person, even when he was with Huo Xingzhou, he was more proactive, and he didn't know what to say on this occasion.

"Thank you for coming to see me." Luo Zhiyuan pointed to the chair with a teary smile: "Sit down quickly, would you drink...do you want to drink? It's too cold, yes, or else I...forget it, Do you have anything you want to eat, I will ask Teacher Lin to buy some...or..."

"No, thank you." Luo Xing looked at him quietly, sizing him up for a while.

Without Papa Huo's elegant, introverted and excellent conversation, he looks very gentle.

Luo Zhiyuan smiled awkwardly, and said, "No, it's okay, then you sit down, and I'll just... just chat with you for a while."

Luo Xing didn't sit down, just stood at the end of the bed, the small TV in the ward was playing, after each advertisement was broadcasted, after a while of silence, the warm and touching promotional video began to play again.

Luo Zhiyuan looked at it for a while, and then mustered up his courage. Looking at Luo Xing's thin body, he moved to his palm-sized face, and asked for a long time: "You... Mom, how have you been treating you all these years?"

Luo Xing looked at him with his hands under the quilt, half-sitting in a very uncomfortable position. When he asked this question, he seemed more nervous than himself.

"Fortunately."

Luo Zhiyuan seemed relieved, nodded his head and said, "I always thought that if she hated me, she wouldn't treat you well. Fortunately, fortunately, she didn't blame you for me."

It could be seen that Luo Zhiyuan wanted to regard today's meeting as a confession, but Luo Xing didn't know what attitude he should take to accept it, so he could only listen to him stiffly.

"Actually... I have harmed her all her life, she should hate me." Luo Zhiyuan endured the pain on his body, his lips started to turn white because of gritting his teeth, and streams of cold sweat fell from his temples in strands.

"If I had told her earlier that I like men... I wouldn't have let her get to the point where she is out of control today, and I would have brought you out, and I would have..."

Luo Xing looked down at his fingertips, and finally sent out the words that had been brewing in his heart for a long time, "Excuse me, you knew my birth from the very beginning, didn't you?"

Luo Zhiyuan nodded with tears in his eyes, "Yes, I know. At that time I knew that your mother had you. I hoped to make it up to her and let her abort the child. I couldn't ruin her life because of me, but she didn't want to Because of this, she fell out with her family and left alone, and when I found her, you were already born."

Luo Xing gave a soft "um" and said, "That's right."

That's right.

The clear and light sentence is like this, expressing all Luo Xing's feelings about this "father". It turned out that he had been thinking of an excuse for him, but the truth is... that's it.

Luo Zhiyuan didn't hear the chill in his words, and said self-consciously: "I have hurt your mother, and I can't even take away the only thing she has, you, actually... Actually, I have always wanted to see you, but I don't want to see you." I know what identity I should use to meet you."

As he said that, Luo Zhiyuan wept bitterly, and said in a low voice, "I'm like a coward, I dare not recognize you, I'm also afraid to see you, I'm afraid I'll see you like your mother on your face." Hate my look."

Luo Xing looked up at him, and after a few seconds, he lowered his eyes again as if restraining something.

Looking at Luo Xing's expression, Luo Zhiyuan always felt that he couldn't feel his emotions. No matter what he said, he seemed to be listening to someone else's story.

From the beginning to the end, he has the same expression, without any emotional ups and downs.

Luo Xing lowered his eyes and sneered in his heart. He thought that Zhao Jiulan didn't hate himself because of him, and still took good care of himself. In fact, he was born to take revenge on him.

She put all her hatred for him on herself, no wonder Zhao Jiulan looked at her with more resentment since she was a little older, because when he grew up, he became more and more like this person.

Facing a very similar face, Luo Xing found it ironic.

What he thought had never existed, and he was right, he was indeed a coward, living in his own imagination all the time, imagining that he was doing well.

So he felt at ease.

Before coming, Luo Xing thought about asking him if he didn't know his existence, or if there was some reason why he didn't take him away, now it seems.

He just doesn't want him.

There is no need to ask, the road was full of words when he came, so there is no need to ask.

"Do you... hate me?" Luo Zhiyuan's voice had a bright trill that made people almost cry, but Luo Xing couldn't hear him, and could only see his painful expression.

Luo Xing felt that a huge stone was pressing on his heart, which made him breathless, but felt empty. He had a lot to ask, but the words felt meaningless when they reached his mouth.

He blinked his eyes, clenched his fingertips and then released them lightly. It took a long time before he said in Luo Zhiyuan's expectant eyes: "I don't know."

When Luo Zhiyuan heard this, he suddenly smiled. Although Luo Xing couldn't hear him, he could still feel his regret and pain.

"I don't expect you to forgive me and call me Dad, I just hope to see you and tell you all this before I die." Luo Zhiyuan struggled to get up from the bed, but fell back because of huge bone pain , panted for a while, then propped himself up and sat up again.

It was just this simple movement that almost exhausted all his strength.

"What... are you sick?" Luo Xing asked with a frown as he watched him struggling in pain on the bed.

"Please go back, and apologize to your mother for me. I owe her what I owe her in this life, and I can only pay it back in the next life." Luo Zhiyuan stopped speaking, as if he didn't expect it, and was stunned for a while.

"Blood cancer."

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Ye Qiaoqiao stood outside for a while, feeling a little cold, but also felt that it was not easy to go in.

Although Luo Xing said he didn't mind, she always felt that today's meeting was unusual, so when she saw Lin Xicheng coming back, she quietly walked into the boiling water room opposite, and came out only after he passed by.

Lin Xicheng carried his things, but instead of going back to the ward, he went to the doctor's office.

She followed quietly, leaning against the door and listening to the corner.

"Doctor, if the bone marrow match is a biological son, it will match..."

Ye Qiaoqiao froze for a few seconds, listening to the excited voice of the man inside telling the doctor in disbelief, the more she listened, the more she frowned.

biological son?

It means that Luo Xing... is the son of that person in the ward?

Ye Qiaoqiao frowned slightly, remembering that when Luo Xing was in the car, he kept looking out the window. Although he usually didn't talk much, he was also very good at taking care of other people's emotions, so as not to embarrass them.

She has always liked Luo Xing, not only because of Huo Xingzhou, but also because she thinks Luo Xing is very nice.

He is so indifferent, there must be something wrong.

From her judgment, Luo Xing should have never met him before this, and the first meeting full of joy... Was he tricked into donating bone marrow?

Ye Qiaoqiao looked at the man in the doctor's office who couldn't hide her joy, and clenched her fists fiercely. This man was very happy that he had found someone with a very high success in bone marrow matching.

Ye Qiaoqiao remembered that she and Ye Ren once went to see an elder who had the same disease. It was different from the peripheral blood of unrelated donors. Donations from relatives required bone marrow and peripheral blood collection.

Five days of mobilization injections are given first to let the cells in the body grow wildly and prepare for the subsequent surgery.

She was still young at that time, and she was frightened by the painful groans, and she didn't quite understand why the elder was in such pain.

Ye Ren said that after the mobilization injection, the bone growth will be very painful, as if the cells in the body are about to break the skeleton.

The price of the intense bone marrow growth that came with it was the pain, the inability to sleep all night, the flesh and blood all over the body was like an inflated ball, and it would almost burst into pieces in the next second.

Not counting this, we need to draw 400cc of blood twice in installments. This blood is for my own use, so as not to collect too much blood and die on the operating table at one time.

These are just preoperative, less than one-tenth of the pain.

There will be more unimaginable pain in the future, Ye Qiaoqiao thought with trembling fingers, Luo Xing's health is not particularly good, if he is on the operating table, he will not recover!

This life is gone?

Their lives are their lives, but Luo Xing's is not?

Ye Qiaoqiao leaned sideways and heard that Lin Xicheng had even started making an appointment with the doctor for a matching date. She frowned and suppressed the urge to be rude, thinking in disbelief that he was so sure that Luo Xing would definitely Donate?

Or...has he already thought of a way to get Luo Xing to donate?

As for the man in the ward, if he wasn't sick, wouldn't he have never thought that he had a son?

No.

Ye Qiaoqiao felt that Luo Xing was so kind, it was one thing to agree to them, but it was another thing to donate or not.

But what if the man inside is morally kidnapped or forced by other means? She was pacing, and it happened that Lu Qinghe sent a WeChat message saying that the first round of the competition was over, and now there is a break.

Huo Xingzhou, he couldn't even bear to be told about Luo Xing's ears, but he wanted to make him suffer the kind of pain that he shouldn't have to bear?

Life and death matter, that so-called father never raised Luo Xing for even a second, never gave him any love and warmth, and naturally he has no position to ask Luo Xing to suffer for him.

She had a good idea, and she called Huo Xingzhou immediately.

The other side quickly picked up, and said with a smile: "Oh, why don't you call Qinghe, why call me..."

"Come to Beishi right now." Ye Qiaoqiao said seriously, "Save your boyfriend."