The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 344: Father and Son Will Never Harmony

I sat quietly on the bamboo chair, watching my mother busily carrying the meals, watching my father bring out a jar of old wine that my grandpa treasured, and watching both of them with a kind of expression on their faces. With an indescribable smile, his mood became more and more relaxed for no reason.

My father put down the jar of wine and said with a smile: "Originally, it's not good to drink in the morning, but today my son is back, so I'll just take a sip and you'll be spared, kid, I'm afraid the wound won't be able to bear it."

My mother came over and put the jar of wine under the table and said: "Don't pretend to be an elder to educate others here, you are also injured, if you want to find a reason to drink, just say it, don't use my son as a shield."

My dad blinked his eyelids: "You can save me some face, okay?"

I smiled knowingly, and pulled out the jar of wine from under the table: "Didn't you say drink less to keep fit, I'll take a sip too."

My mother immediately widened her eyes, and I looked at her and begged, "Mom, just one sip. You see, it's the first time I've had a drink with my dad since I was a child, so you can fulfill me!"

My mother burst out laughing: "It's so aggrieved, it's like snow in June, okay, just one sip. I'll get you a cup."

After speaking, she turned her head and walked in.

My dad and I looked at each other in a tacit understanding, and each of us picked up a large bowl on the table, slapped the seal of the wine jar, and poured two big bowls with 'Hula, Hula'.

My dad raised his head, drank the bowl of wine completely, and then held the bowl at me hard, I looked at him dumbfounded: "This, isn't it?"

My dad stared: "Don't ink, your mother will come out in a while, and you won't be able to drink even one sip."

I took a sip of my saliva and quickly poured him another bowl.

"Come on, son, my son from the Ou family, do it!"

I smiled, picked up the big bowl, touched it with him, and drank it 'Gulu Gulu'.

My dad also raised his neck, gulped down his drink, and burst out laughing.

At this time, my mother came out with two small cups, just in time to see us blushing and giggling there, she couldn't help but startled, then quickly ran to the table, grabbed the wine jar and shook it, and said angrily : "You, you two bastards!"

She raised her hand to pinch my ear, thought for a while, then turned around and slapped my dad on the back.

"It's all you, it's not good to take him to do something, take him to drink."

My dad smiled and reached out to grab the wine glass in her hand without making any excuses. My mother put the wine glass back and said angrily, "You still have the guts to drink?"

My dad smiled and rubbed his hands together, "The old man is addicted to alcohol."

My mother gave him an embarrassing glance: "I can't see that addiction can keep you, and you haven't died of thirst without drinking for more than ten years."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that she had said the wrong thing, and immediately stopped speaking.

I quickly tapped my chopsticks: "Eat, eat."

The two also nodded in tacit understanding: "Eat, eat."

Three people sat in front of the table, and two of them took turns to bring me vegetables. Before I started eating, my small bowl was full of all kinds of side dishes, which made me dumbfounded: "Dad, Mom, these are all pickles, these are all pickles. What are you two doing this early in the morning?"

Uh……

My dad and my mom looked at each other and smiled, each picked up their own bowls and drank millet porridge.

I smirked and bit the meat bun while watching the tacit understanding between the two. It seems that this kind of life is really good.

After dinner, my mother hid the wine and went to buy vegetables. My father and I played chess and chatted. He didn't talk to me about the experience of the past ten years, including the previous secrets, and I didn't ask.

Everyone has their own secrets, even parents.

My mother can forgive him, not to mention that as a son, I have no right to criticize him.

We both seem to have a taboo about not talking about anything from the past, just talking about life.

Like an ordinary father, he asked me about interesting things from childhood to adulthood, about my study and life.

I don't evade this aspect at all, and I will tell him everything from childhood to adulthood.

He nodded and listened while thinking about something.

We are like a pair of good friends who talk about everything. Over the past ten years, we have not widened the distance between the blood. On the contrary, we are like the jar of old wine hidden by my grandfather. It tastes delicious.

When my mother came back, my father would actually help her cook. The two of them were doing the scenes we often see in ordinary life with a tacit understanding, warm and sweet.

After lunch and a nap, my dad would take me for a walk around the village.

What amazes me is that after more than ten years, he seems to be no stranger to this village. He can call almost everyone in the village by name, but those people don’t know him. He looked at me and this gray-haired old man walking on the road in the field, laughing heartily from time to time, and didn't turn back home until sunset.

The time after dinner is eight o'clock and reading time. I found that my father reads all kinds of books, and he can even read my textbooks with gusto.

This surprised me.

My mother knit a sweater while watching TV, glanced at us from time to time, and then said to me: "Don't learn from him, he is in Cao Ying, his heart is in the Han, and his thoughts go out of the door when he reads the textbook. You kid still have to concentrate on studying for me, and after a while when you recover, go back to class."

I shrugged my shoulders: "It's already past the reporting time, and people may not accept me."

My dad paused and said angrily, "Do you dare not accept it?"

My mother glared at him: "Who are you pushing hard at? Do you think you were still young?"

My dad fell silent for a moment.

My mother looked at me and said, "Are you planning to repeat your studies, or do you want to go to college? If you want to repeat your studies, ask him to go through the formalities for you tomorrow. If you want to go to college, ask him to call your grandfather. You can go directly to any school you want. "

My dad looked at my mom weirdly.

I held back my laughter, my mother is a typical example where only state officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps.

Without even thinking about it, I said: "I don't want to repeat it, I will waste another year of time,

"Humph"

My dad snorted, took out his mobile phone and called my grandfather, and after saying a few words, he handed the mobile phone to me and said, "I've got you in touch, Medical College Affiliated to Ningda University, what major do you want to go to?"

I was taken aback, and asked suspiciously, "Isn't it Ning University? I was admitted to Ning University, so what medical school do I go to?"

My dad was taken aback: "Ningda University? It's just a university, where is it different? Besides, you are a ghost doctor, why don't you go to Ningda University if you don't study medicine? Go to medical school, I guess it's useless to study.

I chatted with you in the past two days, and found that you know too little about the structure of the human body. Go to medical school to learn about meridians, acupuncture points, etc. It is best to learn more about pharmacology and drug effects. The basic knowledge for you is an extension. "

What?What?What?What are these?In order to learn the structure of the human body, you sent me to medical school?Not as good as you?

I found that no matter how harmonious the family is, there will be conflicts. Just like our family of three, within a day of harmony, the conflict broke out because of my school problems.

(End of this chapter)