Chapter 150: You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

"Did you have a problem? Who made you book the hotel?"
Mo Mengchen's eyes were sharp, and he stared at Medela brightly.
Medela's eyes dodged, because every time she went to a new place, Mo Mengchen had to book a hotel, she thought it was the same this time...
"I'll go back."
She was not scolded before because she did it right, but this time she was scolded because she did it wrong.
There is no reason why the boss is sometimes so unreasonable.
Watching Medela walked out of the room with her head down, Mo Yuanhang chuckled softly: "You will lose her like this."
"It's okay, I never thought about getting her."
When he said this, Mo Mengchen felt as if his throat had been pierced by a needle, as if this sentence were false.
Mo Yuanhang suffered from advanced brain cancer and was diagnosed three months ago.
In other words, every moment may be his last moment.
Mo Mengchen had to stop all progress.
He built a basketball court nearby, and would spare time to practice in the evening, and then bought a lot of fitness equipment. Although he can't take heavy training, he does moderate strength training every day.
Sometimes the time is fast, sometimes it is very slow.
Ten days have passed.
This afternoon
Mo Mengchen wanted to accompany Mo Yuanhang to play chess.
Even at the end of his life, Mo Yuanhang did not waste this time. He invested all this time in his hobbies.
Playing chess is one of his hobbies. When Mo Mengchen is away, he will play chess with himself.
Today he wants to fish.
"Have you ever caught a fish?" Mo Yuanhang asked.
Mo Mengchen denied.
"It seems that you still have a lot of things to learn." Mo Yuanhang laughed. "Come out with me."
Mo Mengchen believes that Mo Yuanhang needs more rest because his body is already very tired.
Mo Yuanhang likes wild fishing, which makes fishing more challenging.
Because wild fishing is rare and fish are scarce, it is necessary to find fish in different waters according to experience. Many people will look at fishing spots in advance to observe one or two, in order to better understand the fish situation.
Mo Mengchen doesn't like fishing very much, because fishing has the metaphor of losing home.
Mo Yuanhang looked at several fish ponds and finally chose a square pond.
"Fishing is like playing basketball. You call a tactic. If your teammates are out of position, the tactics will fail and you will not be able to score."
Some people can score goals without tactics, such as the science giant.
"At this time, tactics are very important."
Mo Yuanhang seriously informed Mo Mengchen’s fishing skills:
Like this Fangtang, the fishing position is basically at the intersection; if it is a round pond, the fishing position is in the north area; the semi-circular pond is in the arch part... too much."
Mo Yuanhang is a fishing expert, no doubt.
He not only knows how to find a fishing spot, but also looks at the wind to find fish.
The concentration of fish varies throughout the year.
Looking at the wind to find fish is not counted. He also looks at the sun to find fish. He said that after the sun rises, the fish will come to the west of the pond; after noon, the sun will move to the west, and then the fish will move to the east.
"The act of catching the sun is a physiological need of fish, and this trick is more effective in winter."
This is an old man who is quite confident in fishing skills.
Mo Mengchen accompanied him for an afternoon, and no fish was willing to bite his hook, but Mo Yuanhang repeatedly got it.
"It seems to be a blessing tonight." Mo Yuanhang laughed.
It feels more and more strange.
If Mo Yuanhang is as memorable, harsh, harsh and impersonal, Mo Mengchen might not have these feelings yet.
He became more and more like a lovable grandpa.
That night, Mo Mengchen made a delicious dinner with the fish caught by Mo Yuanhang.
This is the first time Mo Yuanhang knows that Mo Mengchen is not only a talented doctor, but also an excellent NBA player and an excellent cook.
Just like Mo Mengchen didn't know that he also liked the NBA, he didn't know he could fish, he didn't know he had so many hobbies.
The more they knew each other, the more surprised they were.
Mo Mengchen has been here for half a month.
Everything is normal and nothing seems to happen.
Every day is like the last day, but before going to bed every day, they are eager for tomorrow.
Mo Yuanhang organized the room, and the nanny took leave.
The room that hasn't entered for a long time
Mo Yuanhang wiped the corner of the table and opened the cabinet, which contained a shabby photo album.
He put the rag down and opened the first page.
The man in the photo is handsome and the woman is beautiful. At that time, he was very young, not harsh, not strict, and full of expectations for the future.
These photos are like unlocking the seal of memory, and those things that have been experienced have been dug out of his past hidden in his mind.
Eventually, he turned to the photo he most wanted to see.
He, his wife, his son, his grandson and granddaughter.
This is the most important part of his life. He did not expect the last impression he left in their hearts, which was actually mean.
He never had a chance to be remembered as a better father and grandfather.
Regret occupies the old man's heart, tears like beans, sliding down his cheeks.
Suddenly, a very uncomfortable sensation came out of him, and he knew that maybe it was now.
The old man fell to the ground, still holding the photo album in his hand.
Mo Yuanhang did not expect that he would wake up.
He saw Mo Mengchen, him and his assistant.
He was plugged with various medical instruments, and as long as one was removed, his life might end.
He knew that he could never go home again.
His last time was still wasted in the hospital.
He asked the nurse to remove the oxygen mask for him, he no longer needed, he could breathe.
He wanted to speak.
"Do I look terrible?" he asked.
His voice was not as strong as before, and he was really weak.
"Wear an oxygen mask." Mo Mengchen said.
"No, no." Mo Yuanhang shook his head.
The bitterness in Mo Mengchen's heart grows older and stronger. In any case, this old man is the last person in the world willing to write to him.
Now he is leaving and leaving, soon.
"How does it feel to know you are dying?"
Mo Mengchen suddenly asked.
"Ah,"
Mo Yuanhang's mouth was slightly pulled, and a smile was drawn.
"It's like..." Mo Yuanhang thought for a while and said, "It's like all the beautiful time in life is turned into a piece of paper flying in front of me. I stretch out my hand to catch it. I try hard to catch it. I want to Feel it, feel its breath on me."
"Like when I saw you again, I found that you became a better person, although not what I hoped to be."
"I wanted to hug you; I want to remember you; remember your father; remember your sister; remember your grandma; I want to remember how they smiled~EbookFREE.me~Mo Yuanhang His eyes flickered, as if what he said were right in front of his eyes.
"But now these memories are flying faster and faster like a piece of paper, so fast that I can't see clearly, and I can't grasp them anymore. I can feel that they are flying away from me, all the good things that exist in my memory , And soon... disappeared."
Do I need to hug him?
Mo Mengchen felt that his eyes were burning, and the temperature was rising rapidly, and some wet liquid had to come out of his eyes at any time.
Mo Yuanhang’s gaze returned to Mo Mengchen:
You may feel that you still have a lot of time now, but that’s not the case. As you said, don’t be idle, don’t be like me. In the future, you have to grasp the beauty of life. , While you are young, flexible hands and feet, grab them. Because time always passes quickly, you will find that you are old at some unexpected moment in the future. You will slow down and stagger, and then everything will be heavy Come."
I need to hug him.
"I know." Mo Mengchen said hoarsely.
Mo Yuanhang's voice became weaker and weaker, he continued: "I gave you too much pressure, I was too harsh on you, you are doing what you like most, this may be the most suitable thing for you to do , I’m not a qualified grandpa, I’m not with you when you are the most difficult-if this is something you really love, if you don’t want to waste your life like me, then... you have to work harder and more Do it bravely, don't forget, you are the pearl, Mo Mengchen."
I will hug him now.
Mo Mengchen's body pressed lightly, and he hugged the old man who was already weak.
The old man is laughing,
The young man was crying.
Time continues to flow away, some people have not finished, some people have reached the end.