Su Lingyou looked at him with a smile and said: "Dehai, I remember when you were a few years old, you suddenly came back crying one day. You said that your classmates laughed at you and said that your parents didn't want you anymore. You were bullying. You are a guy who was born but not raised by his mother."
"Do you remember what I said then?"
Wang Dehai's tears fell silently.
He remembered, of course he did.
Su Lingyou held his hand and went door to door to find those bullying classmates and warned them door to door——
"Who said no one wants us in Dehai? Who said we don't have a home in Dehai?"
"I tell you, Dehai is my apprentice and will also be my son from now on. If any of you dare to bully him again, I will go door to door to settle accounts with your parents like I did today!"
"They didn't raise their children well. I can't forgive them for this!"
Su Lingyou is a famous local doctor who has treated countless patients and is loved by everyone. Ever since Su Lingyou took him for a walk in the village, Wang Dehai has never been bullied again.
What was Wang Dehai thinking at that time? At that time, he felt that Su Lingyou was like a god to him. He held his hand, led him forward, and took him back home.
Many years later, he could still clearly remember the scene at that time. At that time, he really regarded Su Lingyou as his father.
Su Lingyou looked at Wang Dehai's slight sigh, feeling regretful and self-blame, "It's because I failed to be a good master, and it's because I failed to teach you well. Who will come to settle this debt with me?"
"I led you astray."
Su Lingyou felt very sad. He knew that he had lost his daughter and would soon lose his son.
He has been unwilling to give in for so many years. He feels that Wang Dehai has changed too fast and is unacceptable. Su Lingyou even doubts himself. Does he really have no role model for a father?
He always wanted to hear Wang Dehai say sorry and confess to Su Xiaoxiao.
Perhaps this would lessen the sin in his heart.
None of the children he raised died well. This was his fault and he had no choice but to pay for it himself.
Wang Dehai cried softly, and Su Lingyou asked: "Dehai, I have forgotten to ask you for so many years, how are you doing?"
Wang Dehai raised his head and looked at Su Lingyou unexpectedly.
Su Lingyou's loving eyes fell on him, "Parents always want their children to live well."
Wang Dehai suddenly burst into tears.
Su Lingyou has been hanging around Wang Dehai, finding faults with him and making trouble in his hospital. Those eyes seem to be everywhere.
That was a long, long time ago. Wang Dehai drank wine and walked home in a daze. Su Lingyou suddenly appeared from nowhere, with a cold face and an ouch.
"You still drink alcohol when you have a cold, tsk tsk, you are really seeking death."
Wang Dehai suddenly stood still and stared blankly at Su Lingyou's back as he walked by.
The tone and tone were very similar to when he was a child, Su Lingyou would always nag him impatiently.
That is care and love.
At that time, Wang Dehai felt that he had drunk too much, so he had the illusion that Su Lingyou should hate him to death, how could he still care about him?
Now Wang Dehai understood that he had always been Su Lingyou's child, and it was him who never came home.
"Master..." Wang Dehai shouted softly.
Su Lingyou looked at him and said, "I really want to know how you are doing."
He hates Wang Dehai, but he hates himself even more for not teaching Wang Dehai well. If he had been more careful and given him more care, wouldn't Wang Dehai have gone astray?
Or if he didn't agree to Su Xiaoxiao being with him, would Su Xiaoxiao not die?
Su Lingyou always blamed himself for not being able to stop all this.
Su Lingyou slowly bent down and took out an aluminum lunch box, which was wrapped in a quilt for fear of getting cold.
He opened it carefully, took the chopsticks, and handed them over tremblingly.
"You have loved eating the dumplings I made since you were a child. It has been all these years and you haven't had a bite. Do you think so?" Su Lingyou smiled and gestured to Wang Dehai to take the chopsticks, "Have a try."
Su Lingyou put a lot of meat into the pork and cabbage dumplings, with alternating fat and lean pork belly, which is oily when you bite into it.
Wang Dehai likes this bite the most. Life was hard before and he could only eat it during the holidays.
The dumplings made by Su Lingyou were big, round, beautiful and delicious, but the dumplings in front of me were crooked and different from what I remembered.
Wang Dehai looked at Su Lingyou's hand again.
The fingers on both hands were deformed, trembling and weak. They were hands destroyed by Wang Dehai.
Then Su Lingyou used these hands to make his favorite dumplings for him.
Wang Dehai couldn't bear it anymore and cried.
"Master...Master, I was wrong...I was wrong..."
Wang Dehai stuffed the dumpling into his mouth, choking and unable to swallow it.
His master was a famous doctor who relied on his hands. He had ruined Su Lingyou for most of his life.
Wang Dehai looked up at Su Lingyou. He wanted to ask Su Lingyou what he thought.
A person like him, a selfish person, a petty person, is not a good match for him.
"Stop crying, eat it while it's hot." Su Lingyou tilted her head and looked at him, as if looking at the past time between them.
"Dehai, everyone will do something wrong in this life. If you are wrong, you are wrong. If you are wrong, admit it and you should be punished accordingly."
"Then just behave openly and honestly. We all still have a chance."
Su Lingyou choked up a little, but finally said these words, "If you confess, I will be lenient, Dehai, Dehai..."
Su Lingyou wanted to say something else, but it seemed that he couldn't remember it, so he could only murmur Wang Dehai's name.
Wang Dehai nodded and stuffed dumplings into his mouth.
It was the taste that he had always been thinking about before, the pot-bellied dumplings, only those made by his master were the most delicious.
Wang Dehai also knows how to make dumplings, and Su Lingyou taught him how to make dumplings. At that time, he was going away to school. Su Lingyou was afraid that he would not be able to taste his favorite taste, so he taught Wang Dehai his unique secret recipe.
Wang Dehai studied it carefully and found that it was somewhat similar to Su Lingyou's in terms of taste and appearance.
After getting together with Lin Huifen, Wang Dehai stopped eating pot-bellied dumplings, and he never made dumplings again. At this time, he was afraid that the taste he made would be slightly similar to that made by his master.
Wang Dehai has eaten delicacies from all over the world for so many years, but he seems to have forgotten the taste of pot-bellied dumplings.
But when he tasted it in his mouth today, Wang Dehai's memories seemed to come flooding back.
The most familiar thing was the taste he had accidentally tasted before, which reminded him of the taste of his life.
After eating the last dumpling in a box, Wang Dehai was reluctant to eat any more.
Su Lingyou said: "Eat, when you come out later, if you want to eat, I will make it for you."
Wang Dehai smiled. He knew that when he went out in this life, his hair would probably be all white.
Was Su Lingyou still there at that time? He suddenly realized this problem, widened his eyes, and looked at Su Lingyou in horror.
Su Lingyou is old and has gray hair.
"Eat." Su Lingyou said slowly, "After you finish eating, please explain."
"Master, I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to go home."
Wang Dehai lay on the table and cried, holding the last dumpling and stuffing it into his mouth.
He chewed it and swallowed it with tears.
Then he stood up and said, "I will explain."
