deliberate kiss

After a while, he looked up at Cheng Weiyue and asked, "Jiang Jinran has returned to China recently, did you know?"

Cheng Weiyue thought of the meal he and she had had not long ago, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Shall we have a meal together?" Lan Rong suggested.

Cheng Weiyue originally wanted to refuse, but she still had to find time to go back and accompany Zhao Ruolan.

But Lan Rong said: Li Qi and I have already made an appointment with him. "

The matter has come to this point, and the refusal seems unreasonable.

Cheng Weiyue pondered for a moment, then asked, "When did you make the appointment?"

"The night after tomorrow." Lan Rong said.

Cheng Weiyue thought about the day after tomorrow's itinerary: "I won't come to the company during the day after tomorrow. I'll take a leave of absence and go home. Remember to ask Li Qi to send me a list of movie actress candidates. Check it out at home."

"This is no problem," Lan Rong said simply: "If you have anything to do, you can go and do it."

Tinglan Hutong is still clean and unsophisticated as usual, but with the coldness of approaching winter, the already deserted Hutong is a bit more depressed.

Just as Cheng Weiyue walked into the alley, she saw Cheng Cunzheng's back.

Beside him are several young lads who don't know what to say around him.

The back of the old man looked more and more thin among the tall and burly young men.

In Cheng Weiyue's memory, Cheng Cunzheng has always been very dignified.

Such thinness gave her an indescribable taste.In addition, those young people were all tall and tall, so she thought it was because the visitors were not kind.

Cheng Weiyue panicked, stepped forward quickly, and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Hearing Cheng Weiyue's voice, the leading young man touched the back of his head and said, "This uncle has been standing here for a long time, we are curious about what he is doing, so come and ask."

Cheng Weiyue frowned, and looked at Cheng Cunzheng worriedly.

"dad"

Cheng Cunzheng's eyes didn't know where he was looking, they were dull and out of focus.

"Dad, what's the matter with you?"

"dad?"

One sound more anxious than the other.

And Cheng Cunzheng seemed to be recovering at this moment, he looked at Cheng Weiyue, and said in surprise: "Weiyue, why are you here?"

"I've been here for a long time," Cheng Weiyue became more and more uneasy: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"I was thinking about the way home just now. I'm getting old, so I can't remember it all at once." Cheng Cunzheng sighed, with shame on his face: "Did it scare you?"

Cheng Weiyue thought of the phone call Zhao Ruolan made to herself.

She must have been anxious at the time, right?

Let yourself come back, there must be something to say.

But because I was busy with work, I delayed my return for so many days.

"Dad, I'll take you home." Cheng Weiyue's voice was choked with sobs, and her voice trembled slightly with a hint of hoarseness.

With Cheng Cunzheng like this, there is clearly something wrong.

And the boys on the side saw the two of them like this, and they also understood the general idea.

The young man who was leading just now said with a smile: "Since there is nothing else, let's leave first. You should hurry up and take your father home."

Cheng Weiyue was very ashamed in her heart, and quickly said: "I'm sorry, I thought you were just now. I was preconceived. Thank you for being with my dad just now."

"It's nothing to be thankful for, it's all small things." The young man waved his hand and said.

And Zhao Ruolan had been waiting at the door for a long time, seeing Cheng Weiyue coming back with Cheng Cunzheng, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Weiyue! Where did you find your father?"

Cheng Weiyue helped Cheng Cunzheng in, and made another cup of tea for him: "Dad, Mom and I have something to say, you have a good rest here alone, I'll come and accompany you later."

Cheng Cunzheng said yes, only when his demeanor stopped being old and dull, he became very normal again: "You child, you are still clinging to your mother at such an age, go and go."

In the kitchen, smoke and smoke lingered all around.

Cheng Weiyue pinched the shallots in her hands and said in a low voice: "Mom, tell me the truth, what's wrong with Dad?"

Zhao Ruolan's hands cut vegetables neatly, she seemed very calm: "The doctor said, your father may have Alzheimer's disease, which is in its early stages, but the disease will only get worse."

Cheng Weiyue walked all the way with Cheng Cunzheng just now, in fact, she was already mentally prepared.

At this time, when she heard Zhao Ruolan's words, she still couldn't help but shed tears, falling on her arm drop by drop.

"Father is such a decent person, how can he accept it?"

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, it's just a normal life." Zhao Ruolan looked at Cheng Weiyue's tears with her head down, and took out a tissue from the side and handed it to her:
"Don't cry, the matter is already like this, what's the use of crying? Weiyue, mother just hopes that you can spend more time with your father, other things. Let's let nature take its course."

"Your father doesn't know what's wrong with him. I told the doctor and asked the doctor to take it lightly. Your father just thinks that he is old and has a bad memory. Don't say anything in front of him. .”

Cheng Weiyue listened to Zhao Ruolan's words, and nodded her head vigorously. She clearly wanted to calm down, but she couldn't restrain the surging emotions in her heart.

The past is shown frame by frame, like an old silent film.

It turns out that the so-called fate between parents and children is really this life, looking at each other's back, getting farther and farther away.

And Zhao Ruolan couldn't help turning red when she saw her sobbing.

She said softly: "Your father said that my daughter is a promising person. She went abroad to study alone. She made such a good film and won an international award. At a young age, she has reached a level that many people can't achieve in their lifetime. high."

She patted Cheng Weiyue's shoulder lightly, and said seriously: "Your father said that you are the most proud of him in his life, and also his most proud student."

Cheng Weiyue and Zhao Ruolan came out of the room with steaming dishes.

Cheng Weiyue smiled and greeted Cheng Cunzheng who was drinking tea outside, and said, "Dad, it's time for lunch."

Cheng Cun was folding the newspapers, with smile lines around his eyes, he said loudly, "Here we come."

As for the Zhou family's old house, it was another scene.

The old members of the Zhou family have dispersed in sevens and eighties, and what is left now are all new faces cultivated by Zhou Jingwei.

Standing at the door, Zhou Siheng saw Zhou Jingwei get off the car, and strode over: "Brother."

Zhou Jingwei glanced at Houshan: "How is it?"

"Uncle hasn't come down from the mountain these days." Zhou Siheng paused, and continued: "I've gone up to accompany him many times. After all, he is old, and I'm really afraid that he won't be able to take it."

The Zhou family's old house is located on a high terrain. Although it is still late autumn, a thick layer of frost and snow has formed on the top of the mountain due to the cold.