The next morning, Huo Bufan was awakened by Tangtang''s scream.
When she opened her eyes, the little girl was shouting happily with him.
"Tangtang, Dad came back late. Don''t disturb him to rest!" Ning Xueqing scolded on one side.
"It doesn''t matter." Huo Bufan smiled, took the little girl over, kissed her face and asked, "miss Dad?"
"Yes!" Tangtang nodded hard, and then kissed Huo Bufan. He said seriously, "I can think!"
"How much do you want?"
"Just like mom thinks of Dad!" Tangtang vocal tract.
Ning Xueqing blushed slightly, especially when Huo Bufan looked over, she was a little embarrassed.
Huo Bufan didn''t tease her either. After laughing and making trouble with the little girl for a while, he took her to brush her teeth and wash her face.
After pestering Huo Bufan all morning, she was quiet until she was sent to school.
Without immediately going to Ji''s company or his new hope, Huo Bufan went directly to Zhao Yongan.
The old man has advanced cancer and is dying soon. It can be said that one look is less than one.
When he arrived at Zhao Yongan''s house, Huo Bufan saw him pulling the flower pool at the door.
The vegetables in the flower pool were pulled out and two yellow pear trees were planted again.
This kind of tree is very expensive, but its growth is also extremely slow. With Zhao Yongan''s life, I''m afraid it''s difficult to see them grow into.
Huo Bufan walks over and takes the initiative to help Zhao Yongan lift the bucket for watering.
Seeing him coming, Zhao Yongan was not surprised, nor did he stop Huo Bufan''s action.
When the water was finished, he handed over a cup of cold water and asked, "I heard you were in trouble?"
"Nothing, a little thing." Huo Bufan drank two salivas, wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "if you always want to water in the future, just call me. I''ll move here in a few days."
"By the time you move here, I may have left. Besides, I have cancer, not a stroke. Watering can still be done. " Zhao Yongan said.
Huo Bufan knew that he meant to die by leaving. Zhao Yongan still has a deep understanding of his own diseases.
He didn''t panic all day long when he knew he had cancer, like ordinary old people. On the contrary, he looked more open than when he just quarreled with Miao Yike.
Even his spirit seems much better. If others see him, they may think his illness has improved.
But Huo Bufan knows that this is a similar situation. The better Zhao Yongan''s spiritual performance now, the closer he is to the day of his death.
This makes him a little sad. Zhao Yongan''s life experience is so rich that he can see it naturally.
He smiled and said, "don''t sympathize with me. It''s worth living a lifetime and making proud achievements. It''s you. Didn''t I tell you that half of the Equity Cash belongs to you as hard work fee, and the rest is donated to project hope for me. How can I even get back the two million extra given by Miao Yike? "
"The money is yours. I made a trip. It''s only 2000 yuan including the round-trip air ticket, so I''m ashamed of it. As for the donation, you should do it yourself. If you are not well, I''ll drive you back. " Huo Bufan said.
"All right." Zhao Yongan didn''t care about waving his hand and didn''t tangle more on this topic. He said, "since you''re here, don''t be idle. There are several pieces of waste wood in the house. You always want to make a small box. Now I''m out of strength. You can cut it for me. All the tools are put together with the wood. "
Huo Bufan nodded, went into the house, took out the wood and tools Zhao Yongan said, and then cut them according to what he said.
Wood is a very common poplar. This kind of wood is usually used to make cardboard, and its value is very low. I didn''t expect Zhao Yongan to use such low-end materials.
Huo Bufan didn''t make too many suggestions on wood. In his opinion, no matter what the old man wants to do now, he should be satisfied as much as possible, rather than leave him regret according to his personal preferences.
But when Zhao Yongan looked at it by himself, he asked, "do you think it''s inappropriate to use poplar trees as boxes?"
Huo Bufan didn''t hide his true thoughts and said, "there is indeed a little."
"You''re not afraid of my anger." Zhao Yongan smiled. Naturally, he would not be angry because Huo Bufan was willing to tell the truth. He said, "in fact, when I was young, poplar was the best wood in China. It''s not because of its high monomer value, but because it looks ordinary, but it has actually helped this country a lot. Many of the infrastructure construction is completed by poplar. Moreover, there are indomitable spiritual slogans, so people in my age always have a special feeling for it. "
Like an ordinary old man, Zhao Yongan moved the bench, sat there and watched Huo Bufan work, and then told him something about his youth.
His speech speed is not fast or slow, and occasionally mixed with some questions. They ask and answer one by one, looking like teachers and students in class.
Huo Bufan is not familiar with wood cutting. He is good at porcelain kiln.
Woodworking is very technical. It looks simple, but it''s actually troublesome.
At noon, Zhao Yongan personally cooked and fried one meat and one vegetable.
Fried pork with garlic sprouts, hot and sour cabbage, two bowls of rice.
"Many people say that eating meat is bad. It''s actually wrong to be more vegetarian. Look at those wild animals. Meat eaters are strong and stand at the top of the food chain. People are the same. If they don''t eat meat, they don''t have the strength. In fact, we were poor and couldn''t afford meat to comfort ourselves. Your children should eat more meat and don''t always make a mess of porridge for their children, you know. " Zhao Yongan told Huo Bufan as he mixed vegetables.
"Her name is Tangtang. She''s eight and a half years old. I''ll bring her on Saturday." Huo Bufan whispered.
Zhao Yongan neither refused nor agreed, as if he were just talking to himself.
Speaking of it, he is really poor.
I have taught all my life, but I always lose my son. White haired people send black haired people.
After his wife died, he fell out with the students again. Now no one has come to see Zhao Yongan except Huo Bufan.
We all know that he can''t live, and they are very angry with Miao Yike. Who will come to join the fun.
Let those people see Huo Bufan''s hospitality and will only laugh at the young man''s ignorance.
The future belongs to the living. Only living can control the world.
A dead man, no matter how powerful he was, that''s the past.
Huo Bufan was too lazy to think about these things. He visited Zhao Yongan only out of respect for the old man, not others.
As for Miao Yike and others, Huo Bufan didn''t pay attention to them. Otherwise, he wouldn''t talk to Miao Yike hard steel when he asked for money.
After working in Zhao Yongan until it was dark, Huo Bufan reluctantly finished the box.
Although I am not very familiar with woodworking, there is no big deviation in the size data. It looks square and OK.
But Zhao Yongan insisted on connecting with woodworking wedges and didn''t want to use any hardware.
Woodworking wedge is a very complex process. Ordinary people may not be able to use it skillfully after learning it for three or five years. Zhao Yongan pointed out next to it, and Huo Bufan just managed to get a rough idea, which is completely impossible to assemble.
Seeing that it was dark, Zhao Yongan didn''t insist. He just waved and said, "go back to rest first and do it tomorrow."
Huo Bufan nodded, helped him move his things into the house, then washed his hands, and then left.
After going out for a distance, Huo Bufan looked back and could still see the figure of the old man standing at the door.
At that moment, he suddenly felt uneasy, because the figure gave people the feeling that it was too lonely.
Huo Bufan wants to go back and continue to accompany the old man for some time, but on second thought, it''s just one night. It''s OK to come back tomorrow. Besides, after returning home, I have to cook for my mother and daughter and get busy with the company.
He waved over there and turned away.
Until Huo Bufan''s figure completely disappeared, relying on Zhao Yongan by the door, he coughed.
He held it for a long time and didn''t cough. He just didn''t want to show his weakness in front of Huo Bufan.
But now there is no one around, lost the support point, and the body begins to weaken rapidly.
He turned back slowly, closed the door, and a violent cough kept coming out of the room.
Night is coming.