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John and Mina were talking about work-related matters, and Jiang Qi was confused by the large number of professional terms, so he could only wander around John's house first.

It can be seen that John's career was indeed going well in those years before he was imprisoned. High-end apartment, large flat floor, floor-to-ceiling windows, open kitchen, standard cloakroom for successful people, various styles of suits, and neatly arranged ties.

The average configuration of the hero's home in an idol drama is just like this.

Jiang Qi slowly wandered to the study. There were three photo frames on the desk, all of which were photos with Mina. The notebook he used for work was still open. On it was an analysis report that Jiang Qi couldn't understand. There were many large books on the bookshelf. Every book was clean and dust-free. It must have been read or wiped from time to time.

Jiang Qi looked from left to right, "Structural Dynamics", "Basic Mechanics", "Basic Bridge Structure", "Basic Machinery"...

Jiang Qi:?

Isn’t John a biology student? Why are you reading this kind of book when you have nothing to do?

It’s quite complicated to watch.

Jiang Qi walked around the house and found that the young version of John was indeed a winner and a successful person in life.

The house is luxurious, beautifully decorated, and tidy. There are many wine cabinets and model display cabinets. A series of sports items such as rackets and skateboards placed in the storage room highlight the rich hobbies of this successful man.

Back in front of the open kitchen in the living room, John and Mina were chatting about something Jiang Qi could understand.

"It's such a pity this year. I thought I could go to Country Y with you for Christmas vacation, but it turns out you don't even have Christmas vacation." Mina was waiting for the roast turkey in the oven to come out, and muttered while leaning on the cooking table. .

The smell of turkey has already filled the whole house, and the Christmas atmosphere is extremely strong.

"The boss said he would give us a long vacation after the development of the new drug is completed, and we will go back then." John untied his tie a little tiredly, and was about to go back to the house to change into more comfortable clothes when Sunny called.

"Merry Christmas." Sunny's voice was equally gentle, deeper than Mina's. "I haven't looked at my phone since I got off the plane. I just went to the supermarket to buy some food and was on my way to my dad. If there's anything you need me to do for you, Did you give it to dad?"

John, who was originally smiling, instantly retracted his smile and said calmly: "No need."

"I knew it." Sunny on the other end of the phone looked helpless. "You haven't been back to China very often these years, but they have actually missed you. Mom said she missed you very much last week. She said she hadn't seen you for more than ten years. You spend Christmas together, and she also wants to meet your beautiful girlfriend.”

"Miss me?" John's voice was full of sarcasm, "I'm afraid it's just some polite words, or maybe it's because she is so worried about her three new daughters, and she misses a child who can help her with housework and won't resist her. .”

"Don't say that." Sunny said softly, "She has gotten much better over the years, at least better than when we were kids, right?"

"Of course, can there be a worse mother in this world than she was? I will never forget her curse that I would not live to be 28 years old."

"John..."

"Okay, I'll shut up." John paused, but couldn't help but say, "But you really shouldn't raise him..."

Sunny interrupted John: "She is also our sister, she is only 14 years old."

"She is a drug addict when she is only 14 years old! She drinks alcohol, is uneducated and has no skills. She is simply..."

"I was like that once," Sunny said, "It's just not as bad as her. John, you can't expect every child who grew up in the same environment as us to be like you. You can live well with your own talents." , but we are not as smart as you, and all we can rely on is often luck."

"Just like when I was a child, I hoped that a kind person could help me. I am her sister. Isn't it right for me to help her when she makes a mistake?"

John was obviously not convinced, but he couldn't refute, so he could only whisper: "This is not your responsibility."

"But I have the ability."

John shut up completely and gave up arguing.

"So, don't always be biased against dad. Although he is not a qualified dad, believe me, he likes you very much and he will not do such a thing to you."

"He doesn't like me."

Sunny chuckled a few times: "You are so like my son, I hope he is as smart as you."

John hung up the phone decisively, and Jiang Qi seemed to hear Sunny laughing while holding her cell phone thousands of miles away.

When John hung up the phone, the roast turkey was also baked successfully. Mina was excitedly adding various side dishes to the plate with the roast turkey. When John hung up the phone, she asked, "Sunny's phone number, right?" Tell me the secret recipe for apple pie, there's still time to bake a pie."

John:…

"I forgot to ask." John said slightly embarrassed.

He had just had a little quarrel with Sunny and forgot about the real thing.

Mina:?

Mina spread her hands and took off her apron: "Okay, although it's rare for me to cook today and I want to make a sumptuous Christmas dinner, but obviously some people don't want to eat dessert, so there will be no dessert today."

Just when Jiang Qi thought the two were going to have a fight on Christmas Eve, the young couple suddenly showed off their affection again.

When the dishes were served, John pulled out a chair for Mina, and the two of them sat at the dining table and began to enjoy the Christmas dinner.

Jiang Qi:?

The Christmas spirit is in the air.

John and Mina drank a few glasses of red wine, and Mina's cheeks were already slightly red even though she was not very drunk. Under the dim light, the young couple sat next to each other and whispered vague words. Mina laughed so much that she fell into John's arms, and Jiang Qi turned his head silently.

Wait a minute……

Is there anything that cannot be played?

"Want to watch a movie?" Mina asked with a smile, lying in John's arms acting coquettishly, "I want to watch... science fiction..."

Before he finished speaking, John's cell phone rang.

It's Sunny's video call.

"Wait a minute." John sat up straight, and Mina also left his arm and sat up straight.

"It's Sunny's video call." John explained and answered the call.

Instead of Sunny’s face, the phone screen showed clean tiles.

"Sunny?"

A few seconds later, Sunny's face appeared on the phone. The hair on her sides was slightly damp, her eyeliner was a little blurred, and there were unmelted snowflakes on her shoulders. The background was a white wall, and she looked very embarrassed.

"Are you home? Is it raining outside? Are you at the station now?" John asked.

"I'm in the hospital." The background sound from Sunny's side was a little noisy, "Wait a moment, I'll find a quieter place."

"Hospital? What happened to you? Are you sick? Or is it your son..."

Mina heard this and came closer: "Sunny is sick?"

Sunny found a relatively quiet window, and it was snowing heavily outside the window, which fit the mood of Christmas Eve.

"Today is Christmas Eve. There are not many doctors and nurses in the hospital. Everyone is very busy." Sunny said.

"Is it your son..." John had already seen that Sunny was in good health.

Sunny sighed: "It's dad."

"Him?" John's tone was a little colder, "He lives in that kind of place, and it's normal to get sick."

"He is very ill." Sunny looked at John helplessly, her tone a little sad, "He fainted when he went to the supermarket to buy groceries this morning and was sent to the hospital."

"People in the community contacted my mother, but...you know her. I just arrived at his house and found no one there. I called my mother to find out..."

"What disease does he have?" John interrupted Sunny, "Anemia? Enteritis? Gastritis? Fracture?"

"Those are minor ailments."

Jiang Qi saw John's face suddenly turn pale.

"It's pancreatic cancer. The doctor said he was diagnosed three months ago."

"Brother, dad can't live for a few more days."

John looked at Sunny on the screen in his hand, looking at her expression, trying to find any clues on her face to prove that she was lying.

"Pancreatic cancer." John repeated, his mouth twitching slightly, trying to force out a sarcastic smile but failing, "So, he didn't tell anyone that he was so seriously ill, and he didn't want to contact us even if he was short of money for treatment. Yeah?"

"No." Sunny shook her head, "I checked his treatment records and he didn't receive any treatment."

"Is he crazy?" John raised his voice, "He obviously has medical insurance, I bought it for him! As long as he is willing to speak... He has not received treatment, so what is he doing these days? Sitting at home waiting to die? !”

"Calm down." Sunny said warmly, as if she expected John to lose control like this, "I don't know why he did this. Dad is sleeping now. When he wakes up, you can ask him yourself."

"sleep?"

Sunny sighed: "The doctor said he had not taken painkillers. He came to the hospital for follow-up visits several times, and every time he asked himself how long he could live. He refused treatment and took medicine. He had not slept peacefully for a long time. He needs to sleep, his body is too tired. The nurse gave him a painkiller injection, no matter what, let him sleep peacefully first."

"I don't know how painful pancreatic cancer is. The nurse just told me that some terminal patients are in so much pain that they can't sleep all night long, and even the maximum dose of morphine has no effect. They are in so much pain that they can't even hold their stomachs and talk. No, I couldn’t even breathe hard. The nurse asked my dad how he walked to the supermarket, and I couldn’t even imagine it.”

"He's abusing himself."

"I always feel that he has been punishing himself for something these years. He can obviously live a good life, but he insists on living in that small house. He was even cleaning the streets yesterday."

"You are really similar to him. You always complain to me about how weird he is, how much you hate him, and you get upset every time you mention him. But you are the one who buys him high-cost medical insurance. Let me give it to him." You are the one who installed the heating in my house.”

"Do you remember the police school I went to? I didn't get a scholarship at all, not even a penny of scholarship. I really wanted to go to that school. I begged my mother, but she told me to get out. She said it was already expensive enough to support me and she wouldn’t help me with even a penny. I had given up at first, but then I persisted in begging my father.”

"I don't even know where he got the money. He gave me all the tuition in one go and asked me not to bother him when I had nothing to do."

"Even the living allowance I gave you when you were in college was what your father asked me to give you. Your father's favorite child has been you since you were a child. He can pay all the tuition for college for me. How could he ignore you?"

"He is a really strange person. He has no past, no friends, no relatives, and he doesn't even let us inherit his surname. I have lived with him for nearly ten years but I know nothing about him, although he is He didn’t raise me for a day after my mother divorced, but I can’t hate him.”

"You're just like me, aren't you?"

John moved his lips and was speechless.

"Is he awake?" John asked after a long silence.

"Not yet, the nurse will tell me when I wake up."

"Tell me when he wakes up." John hung up the video call.

He and Mina were still sitting at the dining table, and the sumptuous meal on the table had cooled down. The scene was exactly the same as it was dozens of minutes ago, except that the festive atmosphere had long since disappeared.

John stared at the dishes on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mina didn't dare to speak and didn't know what to say. She just sat quietly next to John and stayed with him.

Suddenly, John spoke.

"As a kid I felt like I was his most special kid."

"He would attend my parent-teacher meetings, buy me my favorite sandwiches, take me to the block, and answer my questions albeit reluctantly."

"Although he won't tell me bedtime stories, won't participate in parent-child activities at school, won't accept the first gift I gave him, and won't attend my graduation ceremony, I always feel that he is special to me."

"I hate him and my family. For so many years, I have always felt that if Sunny and I could be born in a normal family, our lives would be better than now. But I have to admit that my intelligence is inherited from him. I inherited my appearance from my mother, they gave it to me."

"I hate my mother, but I don't seem to hate him that much."

"I hate that I'm not his most special child and I don't even know now if he likes us or not."

John just wanted to find someone to talk to, to talk to him about his years of confusion and confusion.

Mina held John's hand and said comfortingly: "Dear, although I don't know much about it, I know that if a father doesn't love his child, he won't remember what his child likes to eat."

"My dad never remembers what I like to eat, even though I've told him many times. He never sends me to school, he makes the driver do it. He doesn't talk to me, he's very busy, you Look, he doesn’t even spend Christmas with me.”

Mina stood up and poured a glass of water for John: "Let's have a chat with him when he wakes up. You can take a few days off to go back and visit him. The boss will agree. If you don't mind, I can take a day off to accompany you back."

Under Mina's comfort, John's mood improved significantly. Mina smiled at John and started to help him put away the plates. John also stood up and put away the dishes together. Just when John was picking up the roasted turkey that had only been touched for a few bites, Sunny's video call came again.

John quickly put down the plate of turkey and answered the phone.

Sunny was in the ward, and her face was not illuminated by the mobile phone. John could only see the open door of the ward and the hurried nurses.

"Is dad awake?" John asked.

"No," Sunny choked, "He's too tired."

"What?" John shouldn't have come over.

"He passed away."

John and Mina were stunned together.

Mina stood in the kitchen at a loss. She wanted to go over and hug John, but she stopped moving after taking a step. Although Jiang Qi already knew the ending of the story, he felt inexplicably sad when he saw John's expression at this time.

"I want to see him," John whispered.

The picture on the phone was trembling. Sunny's hand holding the phone kept shaking. In the picture, the old man on the hospital bed seemed to be asleep. A nurse was calling other nurses beside the bed, waiting for the cart to come. Old John's body was taken away.

Old John was very thin.

His gray hair is very sparse, his face is sallow, and his body is covered with age spots. The fat loss due to the pain could no longer support the skin, and the skin hung loosely on his face. His appearance, which should have been very ferocious, now looked a little kind.

"He's so thin." John said.

"Yes." Sunny sobbed, "He has lost a lot of weight in the past few years, and many of his clothes look like elephant skin draped around him."

"I haven't seen him in years. The last time I saw him, he didn't have so many spots on his face."

"My hair is not gray either."

"The suit I bought for him must be much bigger now."

"If only he could have worn it."

"I saved the money for a long time, he will definitely like it."

As he spoke, John looked at the phone with tears streaming down his face.