After all, Zhou Bingyi was also a top student in the Philosophy Department of Yan'an University. He was once the leader of the Strategic Anti-War Research Laboratory. Although he did not make a living by talking, his sharp tongue and eloquence were one of his greatest strengths.
But at this moment, in front of Wang Zhong, even though he had all kinds of strategies in his mind, he didn't know how to argue with Wang Zhong.
"She doesn't have much time left. She just wants to see you and Zheng Juan at the last moment of her life and sincerely apologize to you two in person. She only has such a small wish, so you should just send it out Isn’t it okay to have a kind heart and fulfill her last wish?”
Wang Zhong raised the corners of his mouth, met Zhou Bingyi's gaze, smiled slightly, and said, "No!"
The tone was calm, without any waves, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary trivial matter.
The expression on Zhou Bingyi's face instantly froze, and he stared at Wang Zhong for a long time before holding back a sentence: "Bingkun, are you really so heartless?"
Wang Zhong looked at Zhou Bingyi speechlessly, why he still refused to let go: "I have to correct you, the premise of being ruthless is that there must be affection. I don't think there is any affection between me and the Hao family, so naturally it doesn't exist. Say it without mercy."
"Big brother is now the secretary of a powerful military factory. He holds the livelihood of thousands of workers in the military factory in his hands. You have to be strict with your words and deeds. The people under big brother may not be like me. If this is the case, Passing it down layer by layer, and finally reaching the bottom, it has another meaning, which goes against the original intention of the elder brother, and that will cause serious problems."
Zhou Bingyi just stared at Wang Zhong. After listening to Wang Zhong's words, a look of disappointment appeared on his face: "Bingkun, you really disappoint me!"
After that, he turned around and left.
"Brother!"
Wang Zhong stopped him, walked up to him, and said to him: "Do you know that the way you looked just now was very annoying.
I've said it all, don't impose your ideas on me. Your likes and dislikes, your worldview, and values are yours and have nothing to do with me. Don't use subjective assumptions to look at me. I'm different from you.
Also, you just said that I am ruthless, but it seems more appropriate to apply it to you, right? Zhou Zhigang is now suffering from Alzheimer's disease and his memory is getting worse. His mother dare not leave his side for a moment. Even Zhou Rong has moved back the optical tablets to help his mother take care of Zhou Zhigang. But you, Zhou Zhigang, have had high hopes since he was a child and are the most beloved. Where is the eldest son?
Zhou Zhigang is like this, but you still live in the Hao family as always. Oh, no, you will still go back to visit during the holidays. "
As he spoke, a very disdainful smile suddenly appeared on Wang Zhong's face: "It's funny to say that last time you came to me to apologize, saying that you realized your past mistakes, I actually naively believed you."
As he spoke, he shook his head and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Sure enough, the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change."
"Your so-called apology and acknowledgment of your mistakes are just words, used to comfort yourself."
"Tell me, those outside who don't know, do they think that you, Zhou Bingyi, are the son of the Hao family, and that the old Zhou family is your natal family!" Wang Zhong directly started taunting mode.
Zhou Bingyi's face suddenly turned ugly and turned pale: "Zhou Rong takes care of my parents, and you are an old man, but Dongmei's mother only has one daughter, Dongmei. I..."
…."Oh? Is this the reason?"
"Outsiders don't know my relationship with Zhou Zhigang, so don't you? Those outsiders who don't know the situation will definitely say that I'm unfilial and talk behind my back, but I don't care what others say."
"But what about you? Can you do it? Can you ignore the public opinion?"
Zhou Bingyi's face turned from white to green, and he wanted to defend himself, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to say them out.
Although Wang Zhong's words didn't sound good, they were true.
After Zhou Zhigang moved back to the light-type film, Zhou Bingyi was quite busy at first. But later, after he became the secretary of the military factory, his work became busier and busier, and the number of times he returned to the light-type film also increased. The less, they basically live in the Hao family with Hao Dongmei.
"Since ancient times, it is difficult to have both loyalty and filial piety. No matter what others say, it is other people's business, as long as I am clear in my heart." Zhou Bingyi said this with awe-inspiring justice.
"And the old house is just that big. Now that Zhou Rong and Yueyue have moved back, do Dongmei and I have to squeeze in the big kang outside with our parents every day?"
Wang Zhong shook his head and looked at Zhou Bingyi, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule: "Then why don't you take your parents to Hao's house?"
"That's the Hao family, not my Zhou Bingyi's home. How could I take my parents over there!" Zhou Bingyi replied without thinking.
"After all, they are just excuses." Wang Zhong said: "If you really want to be filial to your parents, why don't you take them over? It's just a few gossips from others. What you really care about is your face, your face The so-called self-esteem! You are afraid that Jin Yueji will look down on you because of this, and you are afraid that others will point fingers at you, so you would rather leave your parents alone and let Zhou Rong and Feng Yue take care of them as orphans and widowers. "
"You are using strong words to make excuses." Zhou Bingyi was furious, his face still ashen.
"It's a strong argument, just say it!" Wang Zhong sneered.
"I'm telling you this not because I want to hear your explanation. How you are, that's your business. I have no right to control it. But please don't think you are noble and criticize others from the moral high ground. You have your own reasons. , I have your excuse, don’t I have any?
Fortunately, you are still a student of Yan University. Don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you. Do you want me to tell you?
When you stand on the moral high ground and use your worldview to criticize others, little do you know that others can respond in the same way to you.
Also, really, the way you looked just now was really, really annoying. "
Zhou Bingyi's face turned blue and white again, and his eyes became complicated. He looked at Wang Zhong and gritted his teeth. Even though he was resting, he was full of anger.
"It's getting late. You still have to go to the hospital to take care of your sister-in-law and your beloved mother-in-law. I won't let you eat."
"Go slowly, don't send me away!" Wang Zhong immediately ordered the guests to be kicked out, and his expression became serious.
Zhou Bingyi's chest was heaving, but he still didn't say anything. He snorted heavily, threw away his hands and turned away.
As soon as they reached the door, Zhou Cong appeared on the road not far from the house, carrying Little Taitail, chatting and laughing with Zhou Ming and Zhou Ling.
.... When they saw a strange car parked outside their house, several children were a little curious and were thinking about who was coming to their house. Then they saw the strange car and looked at it with ugly faces. They were angry and walked quickly without looking back. Zhou Bingyi walked out.
"Uncle?"
Zhou Cong shouted subconsciously, but unfortunately there was no response.
Zhou Bingyi didn't notice them at all. He opened the car door without looking back, got into the back seat of the car, and said "drive", and the driver immediately drove away.
"Hmph! Brother, why are you calling him!" Zhou Ling still has a grudge against Zhou Bingyi, "No one is paying attention to you."
"Okay! Stop complaining. Didn't you keep saying you were hungry all the way?" Zhou Cong said with a smile.
Zhou Ling's eyes lit up: "Mom must have cooked something delicious."
As he said that, he immediately pushed the bicycle to the garage impatiently.
Zhou Cong shook his head, and the little tail on the back seat of the bicycle jumped off. He was still carrying his schoolbag and ran straight into the courtyard.
He only left one sentence: "Brother, I'm going home first!"
"Slower!"
"Got it!" He agreed readily, but he didn't listen at all and ran all the way to the door.
Zhou Cong and Zhou Ming looked at each other and smiled.
"Mom, it smells so good. Can we eat now?" Zhou Ling's eyes lit up as she looked at Wang Zhong's car in the garage. She parked her bicycle and walked into the kitchen smelling the aroma.
"It's almost done. Go wash your hands first. You can eat soon."
"Okay!" Zhou Ling said happily: "By the way, Mom, why did my dad come back?"
"I've been back for a while, and I was talking to your uncle in the house!"
Zheng Juan didn't even notice that Zhou Bengyi had left in anger. Thinking about Zhou Bengyi's livid face just now, with an expression that seemed to be brewing with wind and thunder, she couldn't help but want to laugh.
Zhou Ling didn't mean to remind Zheng Juan.
"I'm going to put my schoolbag first." I made an excuse and couldn't wait to go back to the living room. I happened to meet the dejected little tail, head lowered, walking towards the big study with a look of despair.
Looking at this look, you can tell that he must have wanted to watch TV, but he happened to bump into his father, and then he came back frustrated.
"Dad!" Zhou Ling hung up her schoolbag and rushed towards Wang Zhong impatiently.
"Dad, why did you come back so early today?" Zhou Ling ran to Wang Zhong like a piece of calfskin candy and couldn't wait to stick to him. She took Wang Zhong's arm and asked affectionately.
"There's nothing going on today."
"Dad!" Zhou Ling's big black and white eyes rolled, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up. She asked with a forced smile: "Why did I just see my uncle walking away in anger? My eldest brother called him "he" Didn’t even hear it.”
Wang Zhong turned to look at Zhou Ling who had a smirk on her face, raised his hand and stretched out his fingers, pushing her forehead, "What kind of bad things are you holding in your little head?"
"oops!"
"Dad! I don't know how I can do that!" Zhou Ling's coquettish skills came into play again: "I'm just curious! Dad~~~" while acting coquettishly, she shook Wang Zhong's arm.
"It's nothing. I just said something to him. He was speechless. He didn't say anything to me, so he naturally left angrily."
"As expected of my dad, he's so awesome!" Zhou Ling gave a thumbs up with admiration on her face.
.... "Then what did you say?" Zhou Ling's big eyes flickered, staring at Wang Zhong like a curious child, "Uncle, you can be so tolerant to someone like that."
"dad!"
It happened that Zhou Ming walked in with his schoolbag on his back.
Now among the four children, Zhou Cong is the only one who is reviewing in his room. The senior year of high school has just started, and the college entrance examination is around the corner. Zhou Cong has to devote himself wholeheartedly to reviewing. Naturally, he cannot do homework with his younger brothers and sisters and tutor them as he did before. learned.
"Oh daddy!" Zhou Ling was unhappy, shaking Wang Zhong's arm and urging her: "Hurry up and tell me!"
"Okay, your mom is almost done with the meal. Hurry up and wash your hands and eat. You still have to do your homework after eating!"
"snort!"
After hearing this, Zhou Ling's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees. She let go of Wang Zhong's hand without saying a word, and pouted her lips with an angry look on her face: "Stingy bitch, I'll ignore you."
Wang Zhong didn't tolerate her, so he stood up and walked out.
Love is love, but over-indulging and letting everything go is another matter. Although my girl is rare, she can't develop princess disease, and she can't let her think that she can have everything if she really acts like a coquettish girl.
But some pampering is still necessary, after all, the conditions at home are not what they used to be.
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In the hospital and outside the ward, Zhou Bingyi's face was not very good. Wang Zhong's words were still echoing in his ears. He raised his hands to rub his face, took a few deep breaths, adjusted his mood, and got rid of distracting thoughts. Then Zhou Bingyi opened the door. , walked in.
"Shh!"
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Hao Dongmei cautiously raising her finger in front of her, making a gesture of silence.
When Zhou Bingyi saw this, he immediately stopped walking in. He saw Jin Yueji on the hospital bed with her eyes closed and sleeping soundly. Hao Dongmei stood up carefully and walked out quietly. Even when closing the door, she was very careful. , for fear of making noise and waking up Jin Yueji who had just fallen asleep.
"Mom just fell asleep, let her rest first!" Hao Dongmei whispered to Zhou Bingyi as soon as she left the ward.
"Didn't I tell you to have a good rest at home? Why are you here again?" Hao Dongmei looked at Zhou Bingyi with some complaints, her eyes full of concern.
Zhou Bingyi picked up the food box in his hand: "The food in the hospital is not delicious, and there is no fire at home, so I brought you and mom some food from Jishantang."
A warm current welled up in Hao Dongmei's heart. Women are easily moved by these small details.
"Mom has already eaten. Now she can only eat liquid food and take glucose injections."
"What about you?" Zhou Bingyi asked with concern.
Hao Dongmei shook her head, and even the worries in her heart dissipated a lot. She pulled Zhou Bingyi to sit on a bench outside the ward, took the incubator, opened it and asked, "What delicious food did you buy?"
"The buns and a few side dishes are all your favorites." Zhou Bingyi wiped the kuaizi with a handkerchief before passing it to Hao Dongmei. Hao Dongmei immediately started eating eagerly. After a few bites, she said it was delicious.
Zhou Bingyi saw that she was eating deliciously, and wanted to wait until she finished eating before talking, but Hao Dongmei saw that he was hesitant to speak, so she asked first, and Zhou Bingyi was willing to tell the truth: "I went to Bingkun's place just now, and he was still there. He refused to come, and his attitude was very firm, and Zheng Juan was not allowed to come."
...."Are you looking for Bingkun again?" Hao Dongmei was stunned while eating.
Zhou Bingyi nodded and said: "I want to work harder and give it a try to see if Bingkun will change his mind. After all, this is my mother's last wish."
Hao Dongmei knew and understood Zhou Bingyi's kindness, and sighed: "If you don't come, don't come!"
"Mom is right! At this time, there is no need to worry about anything anymore. It's good to just live our own lives without disturbing each other." Hao Dongmei also knew in her heart that Jin Yueji was at fault for this matter.
It is normal for Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan to have knots in their hearts. It is understandable, but it is inevitable that they will have knots in their hearts.
"Stop talking about this, have you eaten yet?" Hao Dongmei asked.
Zhou Bingyi shook his head.
"Let's eat together!" Hao Dongmei took out another pair of kiwis from the thermal box and handed them to Zhou Bingyi.
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Phototype film, Lao Zhou's family.
Zhou Rong had just returned home from get off work. Before she even entered the house, she heard Li Suhua's cursing voice. Without even thinking about it, she must have been scolding Zhou Zhigang again.
"Mom! What's wrong?" Zhou Rong shook her head helplessly, pushed the door open and entered the house. She saw Li Suhua wearing an apron and standing in front of the stove with an angry look on her face. Zhou Zhigang stood beside him, with his head lowered and his body shrunken. She felt aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law.
"Ask him!" Li Suhua pointed at Zhou Zhigang with a somewhat aggressive tone.
"I was not careful!" Zhou Zhigang looked like he had done something wrong.
"I just sat in the room when I had nothing to do, but I still insisted on coming over to help. How can I make steamed buns after you messed with the dough I just woke up?"
Only then did Zhou Rong notice that the pottery urns on the stove were full of faces.
Such a big jar can feed the four of them for half a month.
"Okay, Mom! We've got it all done, don't waste it, just fry the pancakes." Zhou Rong suggested.
"Okay, okay! You go in and sit down and watch TV. It's not helpful to be here." Li Suhua quickly pushed Zhou Zhigang into the back room, and Zhou Zhigang didn't dare to resist.
"Mom! My dad didn't mean it, so don't scold him all the time."
"If you don't scold him, he won't have a long memory!" Li Suhua held the big vat with a look of helplessness on her face: "I originally said I would make some buns for tomorrow morning, but now I can't make the buns. So many noodles have been mixed together. It's not a waste. Yet!"
If it were winter, we could still let it go for a while, but this time it's only early September, and it's only August in the lunar calendar. The autumn tiger hasn't left yet, so the reconciliation can't be let go.
No matter how harshly he scolds Zhou Zhigang, he can't remember it! If you scolded him a few minutes ago, he would forget about it when you turn around.
Zhou Rong did not continue this topic with Li Suhua. As she walked into the inner room, ready to put away her satchel first, she asked, "Mom! Yue Yue hasn't come back yet?"
"Not yet, maybe we were delayed on the way."
Zhou Rong, who had put her bag away, immediately came out again. She washed her hands first, took off another piece of apron hanging on the wall and put it on, "Don't always be angry with my dad. He has a bad memory now and is confused. He is too. I did something bad out of kindness because I wanted to help you."
"Hey!" Li Suhua sighed: "Since the Chinese New Year, your dad's condition has become more and more serious. The doctor said that if he continues like this, in less than two years, he may not even be able to recognize us. .”
…The rapid onset of Alzheimer’s disease in Zhou Zhigang is really frightening, and he has already developed cognitive impairment.
"It's not impossible!" Zhou Rong was also helpless. If it could be cured, Zhou Zhigang's disease would have been cured long ago. However, Alzheimer's disease is an almost incurable disease, and cognitive function can only be improved through drug treatment. But the effect is not significant.
It was okay just after the New Year. Zhou Zhigang just always forgets things easily. What happened just before he turned around was forgotten.
It has become more serious recently, and I have begun to recognize people. Fortunately, this has not happened to my family members, mainly some familiar neighbors, and Zhou Zhi just doesn't recognize most of them.
Li Suhua asked Zhou Rong to pack the side dishes and chop the stuffing, while she processed the noodles and seasoned the stuffing.
The mother and daughter worked together and finally baked a large pot of noodles into pancakes, filling a dustpan full of them.
Dinner is pancakes with millet porridge and a dish of scrambled eggs with green peppers.
Feng Yue was the first to sit at the dining table. He couldn't wait to take a sip of porridge and a bite of scrambled eggs with green peppers. Then he put the pancake in his mouth and took a bite. His brows immediately wrinkled: "Grandma, this pancake is so salty." ah!"
"Is it salty?" Li Suhua looked confused. She made the stuffing herself. She knew very well that it couldn't be salty.
Picking up an oil cake and taking a bite, he immediately frowned and glared at Zhou Zhigang: "How much salt did you put in it?"
What's salty is not the meat inside, but the crust.
"Put salt? I don't have any? Didn't you make this pancake?" Zhou Zhigang also picked up a pancake with an innocent look, took a bite, and immediately frowned into the Chinese character "Sichuan".
Zhou Rong also took a bite: "Fortunately, it can also be eaten in porridge." After saying that, she broke the cake into small pieces and put it in the bowl and mixed it with the millet porridge.
Feng Yue also followed suit and tasted it. Although it was still a little salty, it was indeed much better than before, at least it could be eaten.
Things like this have happened frequently in Lao Zhou's house recently, and several people have long been used to it.
Over at the hospital, Jin Yueji's health was getting worse and worse. Qu Xiuzhen and Ma Shouchang also ran there to visit her every day. The doctor reminded them again that they could prepare for the funeral in advance. The hospital was unable to save her, unless a miracle happened.
But it's a pity that even if there is a miracle, it probably won't happen to Jin Yueji.
The military factory was getting busier and busier. Zhou Bingyi could only finish his work at the military factory every day, and then come to the hospital to accompany Hao Dongmei and take care of Jin Yueji.
In the early morning of September 20, the fifth day after the critical illness notice was issued, Jin Yueji completely lost her breath on the hospital bed.
Until she breathed her last breath, she could not hope for Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan.
Hao Dongmei fainted from crying. Fortunately, Zhou Bingyi was still calm. Although he was also very sad, as a man, he had to be strong, control his emotions, and protect Hao Dongmei from the wind and rain.
Jin Yueji's funeral was also handled by Zhou Bingyi. Hao Dongmei was silent in grief every day, and she was in tears most of the time when she was awake. Qu Xiuzhen and Ma Shouchang were old and low in energy, so it was a bit difficult to help, but they accompanied Hao Dongmei. , it’s okay to talk to her and comfort her.
On the day of the funeral, Ma Shouchang looked at the guests who came to express their condolences, but after waiting for a long time, there was no sign of Wang Zhong. Instead, Zhou Rong came with Feng Yue and sat next to Ma Shouchang and Qu Xiuzhen.
"Yueyue, where is your uncle? He didn't come here?" Feng Yue often followed Wang Zhong and his wife to Ma Shouchang's house to visit him and Qu Xiuzhen.
Feng Yue shook his head and said: "Grandpa Ma, I have been living in the old house of Guangzi Film recently. I haven't been back to my uncle's house for a while." He is already in his third year of high school, and his studies are becoming increasingly heavy. Feng Yue is not Zhou Cong. For such a top student, if he wants to get admitted to Yanda University, which Zhou Rong once went to, he can only rely on his own unremitting efforts.
Moreover, Zhou Zhigang's situation has become more and more serious recently. Feng Yue stayed at Guangzi Film and occasionally helped Li Suhua and Zhou Rong, so he didn't return to Wang Zhong's house for a while.
"Why are you asking so many questions?" Qu Xiuzhen bumped into Ma Shouchang and gave him a look, thinking he was nosy.
Ma Shouchang was a little embarrassed: "I'm just curious!"
"What's there to be curious about?"
"Pretend I didn't ask, pretend I didn't ask." Ma Shouchang apologized.
In such a serious occasion, the voices of the old couple were very low, but they were still heard by Zhou Rong next to them. Only then did Zhou Rong realize that she had indeed not seen Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan, and was afraid that she I misremembered, so I turned around and looked around for a while, then frowned.
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