Chapter 13

Name:Back to Twelve Author:晴月
13。 "Why didn't he tell you? I'm afraid you're worried? "

"Dad, you always think of others for the good, so you can't see the real face of some people. Mencius Jian didn't want me to come, but he didn't want me to know your will. In case you had a good or bad, he could take all your property. That's why he didn't want to tell Grandma and me that you were sick

"Qingqing, don't say that to your uncle. How could he be such a person?"

"Dad, don't be confused by his superficial appearance. He likes to make superficial remarks. Over the years, he keeps saying how much you are grateful to him, but apart from talking about it, what has he actually helped you with? The house he bought on the Fourth Ring Road was borrowed from you? " Meng Qingqing guessed.

"How do you know? He told you? "

Meng Qingqing is just guessing. He didn't expect it to be so.

"Dad, I guess, how could he tell me that he not only won't tell anyone, but also told you not to tell anyone else?"

Meng Zijun was very surprised, "Qingqing, you have been in your hometown, how can you know these things?" Meng Zijian really told Meng Zijun not to tell his younger brother and sister about his borrowing money, saying that they would also borrow money from Meng Zijun when they knew about it. Meng Zijun invested in business at that time and was in urgent need of money, so he didn't want to increase the trouble, so he didn't tell anyone that he couldn't understand. How did his daughter from thousands of miles away know about it?

At this moment, Meng Qingqing can't take care of his father's surprise. Seeing the eight living beds leave suddenly, Meng Qingqing feels that death is so close to her father that she can't let her father be fooled by Meng Zijian. She can't do the same thing in her previous life.

"Dad, although I don't have much contact with Meng Zijian, I know that he is a man who has left traces. From his words and deeds and what he does, we can see the real thoughts in one's heart. He and his wife's salary, want to buy a house in such a place as the provincial capital. If they don't depend on borrowing, where do they get the money? Where can they borrow it except you? "

Meng Zijun was dissatisfied with his daughter's attitude, "Qingqing, don't say anything. Meng Zijian is your uncle. You should call him uncle."

"He doesn't deserve to be called that way."

"Qingqing, I think you have changed a lot and are quite different from the original you. You are not mature enough to be a child. "

"Dad, you haven't seen me for half a year. I'm now in junior high school. I've changed a lot from a child to a girl. Besides, I didn't have a mother when I was a child, and you were not at home for a long time. I had to mature. Besides, now that you have such a disease, I can't be as innocent as a child and act like a coquette in your arms. "

Meng Zijun's tone was heavy, "I'm sorry, Qingqing, my father has failed you, so I can't let you grow up like other children. At your present age, when you should still be in the arms of your parents, you should take care of me. In the future, you should take care of yourself..." Speaking of later, Meng Zijun's voice choked.

Meng Qingqing took his father's hand. "Dad, don't say that. You didn't apologize to me. You are a good father. If you are really for my good and for my sake, just listen to my words and take good care of my illness. The doctor said that you'd better change your kidney now. I've asked Dr. Ling to find the right one for you as soon as possible. If you change the kidney, you will be better."

Mencius Jun shook his head and said, "it's hard to find a good one. I can't wait for a year or two to find a suitable one."

"Everyone's situation is different. Maybe you are lucky and there will be one for you soon! Don't they say that good people get good pay? A good man like you will have no bad luck

Meng Zijun chuckled, he pinched his daughter's small face, "well, I hope so."

Meng Qingqing held his father's side and put his head on his father's lap. "Dad, I beg you something."

Meng Zijun stroked her daughter's hair, "what can't be asked for, say."

"Dad, you promise me to let Dr. Ling match me to see if my kidney is suitable for you..."

Meng Zijun's hand a meal, "no, I can't let you give me a kidney, I'd rather die myself, also can't let you suffer any damage."

Meng Qingqing raised his head and said, "Dad, the doctor said that if a person loses a kidney, his life will not be affected..."

"It doesn't affect life, but it affects the quality of life. You can't live like a normal healthy person in the future, do you know? I can't give you a normal family, and I can't give you a healthy body. If I want to exchange your health for my life, I can't do it. So don't even think about it. "

"Dad, without you, my quality of life is not much better. I beg you, Dad, you can promise me! Let me match it. I just go and have a look. It doesn't necessarily meet the requirements! "

Meng Zijun firmly said: "no, no is no, you don't want to mention this matter."

"Dad..."Mencius Jun stood up and said, "Qingqing, don't say any more. Let's go! I'll accompany you to the street to buy some clothes. There are more people who judge people by their appearance than in the village. Your clothes don't fit. Now you know that dad doesn't lack the money. So don't worry about it. "

Meng Qingqing took his father's arm and slowly walked out of the people's hospital. Outside the people's hospital is a busy street.

Not far from the hospital, there was a clothing store that was on sale in the new season. In order not to let his father go farther and too tired, Meng Qingqing decided to buy it here. Meng Zijun felt that the clothes in this shop were too low-grade, so he said that he would buy better clothes. Meng Qingqing said: "I'm a student. I don't need to dress well." Mencius Juncai gave up.

After bargaining, Meng Qingqing bought three T-shirts, one white, one Navy and one dark green. Another 60 yuan bought two pairs of jeans, one light blue and one dark blue. Fifty yuan to buy a pair of white travel shoes, for the cloth shoes made by grandma. And 80 yuan for a light blue sandwich hooded zipper jacket. Meng Zijun also wanted to buy for his daughter, but Meng Qingqing firmly refused. Pull Dad out.

When he returned to the hospital, Meng Qingqing was carrying his clothes, wearing a white Long Sleeve T-shirt, light blue jeans, and white travel shoes. Although he was still black and thin with ugly short hair, at least he did not have that strong local flavor.

Meng Zijun looked at his daughter all the way and chuckled, "you see, people depend on clothes and horses on saddles. Our youth wear discount clothes, which is no worse than these girls in the city. It's just too thin. I'll eat more in the future. I'll grow fat and white. "

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