"Grandpa, you should have an operation first!" Zhuo Mingle anxiously said.
The old man glared at Zhuo Mingle: "What's the hurry? I'm clear about my own body. There are so many doctors watching, I won't die. If you talk nonsense again, get out of here. "
"Grandpa, don't drive me away, I also want to listen to a story. I'll obediently shut up, okay? "Zhuo Mingle was really pleasing to the old man.
Lin Mumu watched the interaction between grandfather and grandson, and her heart was a little touched, but she wasn't moved.
Zhuo Mingle enjoyed the love of the old man since he was a child. And she, Lin Mumu, and her mother, Zhuo Ning, seemed to have no friendship with the Zhuo family.
What kind of father was this? He let his own daughter have no status in the Zhuo family, and couldn't even mention her name. What kind of father was this, watching the Zhuo family leak information to the outside, causing his own daughter to die as soon as she gave birth to a child.
The more Lin Mumu learned, the more she couldn't love her grandfather.
The old man seemed to feel Lin Mumu's coldness and smiled helplessly:
"Your father, Ao Haijun, has already found you. I think he should have told you about your mother's matter."
"En. He said a little. "Lin Mumu lightly responded.
"In a flash, more than 40 years have passed. Time flies, and my country's development is really good. When we were young, the country was in financial difficulties, and we still had to eat from the big pot. Wanting to have a full meal was a luxury, unlike today's children who eat well and dress well. "
Old Zhuo entered into reminiscence mode, and Lin Mumu and Zhuo Mingle didn't interrupt him.
Yun Ting took the initiative to pour a few glasses of water and put them in front of them.
Old Zhuo lived in a VIP intensive care unit. He was the only person in the ward, and the room was also large and well-equipped. It was more like a hotel. There were sofas and a separate water dispenser, which was very convenient to entertain guests.
The old man looked at Yun Ting, didn't say much, and continued to tell his story.
In the story, Zhuo Jiancheng wasn't an entrepreneur, but a poor boy in a mountain village with no money and no culture. Like all mountain children, his goal in life seemed to be farming, marrying a wife, having children, and farming.
When he was 16 years old, under the auspices of his family, he married his first wife, Wang Shuying, whom he had only met twice and had no feelings for.
Wang Shuying also worked hard. Just like the women in the countryside in that era, she was able to work and give birth. The next year, she gave birth to a son for him.
As the years passed, Wang Shuying's belly did not disappoint him. At the rate of one every two years, she gave him another three sons and a daughter.
In this regard, Zhuo Jiancheng was grateful to Wang Shuying, so he wanted to spend a long time with her.
But life in the village was not easy either. He still had four children to raise. By chance, Zhuo Jiancheng heard that he could earn quite a lot of money by taking care of flowers in the city, so he had an idea.
Coincidentally, Zhuo Jiancheng went to Shanghai, found a university, and found a job watering plants and weeding weeds.
It was also in that university that he met a female university student that he missed day and night. Her name was Yue Xiaotian.
Recalling that time, Zhuo Jiancheng's face lit up with happiness. He didn't dare to think too much about it. As long as he could sneak a peek at her every day at school, he would be satisfied.
She was a female university student. In that era, university students were so valuable, and they were assigned jobs. When they came out, they were all treated by the government and did not have to suffer for the rest of their lives.
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