: Fanwai: Father's Little Lover in His Last Life (9)

"what--"
Chu Luo struck a wheelchair in an unprecedented irritability.
Chu Cuiyi went to the place where Shui Anluo was just now. Chu Luocui looked up and was shocked, perhaps because she saw her father, again like a defeated cock, and pulled down her head.
He has been smiling since the first day of injury. He has been waiting for the day he recovered, but the results of this day shattered all of his remaining strength.
He couldn't stand, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up.
"Son, the most terrible thing in this world is not that the whole world has given up on you, but yourself, that you have given up on yourself." Chu Cuiyi looked down at the disappointing son, but was not as strict as before, letting himself climb up.
Chuluo's hands shivered and placed on his legs, clearly seeing the amplitude of the shaking above.
He didn't give up on himself, but he couldn't stand up.
"Daddy used to think that he could never stand up again. At that time, I not only gave up on myself, even your mother, I gave up, but what happened?" Chu Cuiyi pressed his hands on the wheelchair, watching With the son forced to look up, "You give up yourself, but it hurts someone else. Do you think you give up on yourself, does this world that gave up on you let you go? It doesn't, it just raises this kind of torture When it comes to your mother, you raise to Mian Mian, and all of this is because of your self-abandonment. "
Chu Luo leaned back on the chair and looked at his father close to him. His long eyelashes shook, as if trying to hide something.
Chu Cuiyi took a step back and stood up straight again. "But I thank God, when you were the youngest, let you go through this. At least at this age, you dare to work hard and climb up. . But you do n’t know that the world will never calmly tell you any truth, it will only tell you after it has brought you down, hey, boy, you ca n’t, give up. And you, really give up.
Chu Muyiyi looked at his son deeply, and there was no disappointment in his eyes.
When he was finished, he turned and left.
Chuluo held the wheelchair tightly again, as if to insert his fingertips into the wheelchair.
Mianmian
He also has Mianmian.
How can he give up.
Chu Luo regained his head and slowly raised his head, holding the rehabilitation frame with both hands, and tried several times, but he couldn't stand up.
Shui Anluo stood at the door, always looking at his son who was struggling to stand up.
She didn't dare to go in, and she couldn't go in either.
Because only he can help him stand up.
Chu Cuiyi stretched out his arms and held Shui Anluo's shoulder, "I know I can't stand it, what else do I look at?"
Shui Anluo looked back at Chu Cuiyi, but he also saw his frown, which represented distress.
"I believe my son can stand up." Chu Cuiyi said in a deep voice. Although this process is painful, but such pain will add a thick stroke to his future life.
If he never gives up in this way, what else can make him give up in the future?
Today's training result is that Chu Luomu never stood up.
Shui Anluo helped him examine his legs, because the wound was torn with force.
"Mom, I'm sorry," Chu Luo said quietly.
Shui Anluo helped him deal with the wound, and his heart was pulled again. Her son, since six years old, has never spoken to her in this tone.