This gentleman is a bit miserable

Chapter 25 Father

When Musashi woke up the next day, it was only 05:30 in the morning. In the heat of summer, getting up at 05:30 is not too early.At this time, the sky outside the window was bright, and several old men who got up early were practicing Tai Chi outside. Through the screen window, Musashi could feel the cool wind blowing on their gray hair.

Strictly speaking, Musashi didn't sleep well last night. He woke up two or three times in the middle of the night. Once he felt his mother calling next door, and once he got up to drink water. At that time, he didn't know how to face his father Wu Xianyun when he got up tomorrow.

When Musashi went downstairs with his shoes on, Xu Shu had already prepared breakfast. She was almost completely different from the middle-aged woman Musashi saw last night. Musashi studied his mother's bloodshot eyes and deep-set dark circles .

"What's the matter?" Musashi examined Xu Shu's changes, "didn't sleep well last night? I heard you answering the phone in the middle of the night."

"Your uncle called," Xu Shu said, "Your father's situation is not clear."

"I'll go to the hospital to see him later," Musashi said.

Musashi ate the breakfast prepared by his mother, and he thought Xu Shu would go with him, but after Musashi picked up his backpack, Xu Shu wore an apron to clean up the leftovers on the table.

"Aren't you going?" Musashi asked Xu Shu.

Xu Shu said: "Go today, I guess he wants to talk to you. Besides, I'll go to see him another day, so that it won't be too lively or deserted."

Just as Musashi was about to step out the door, a sudden whim seized Musashi, and he couldn't help but draw back his feet, clutching the strap of the backpack tightly. "Mom," Musashi tried to pretend to be calm, "I have something to say."

"Go ahead." Xu Shu's expression seemed to imply that no matter what she heard, there would be no emotional ups and downs.

"I fell in love with a boy, and he proposed to me. I..." Musashi didn't say anything, but raised the ring in his hand. From the moment he put it on, he felt a heavy burden in his heart , now is the time to unload the burden.

Musashi didn't dare to look at Xu Shu's expression. When she was eight years old, she drew a picture by herself, but it didn't meet Xu Shu's expectations. She didn't talk to Musashi for a whole week until Musashi finished drawing the tree.This time Xu Shu's hand to clean up the dishes stopped in mid-air, because his back was facing Musashi, and Musashi couldn't see Xu Shu's appearance clearly.

Taking the opportunity, Musashi left in a hurry. After he stepped out the door, he heard the sound of slaughtering pigs in the room. Musashi was shocked and ran to the subway station to go to the hospital.

In the subway, Luo Bowen sent a message asking if Musashi was free to travel with him today. Musashi said that he would go to the hospital to visit his father today, and he would go on a trip another day.

But Luo Bowen on the other end of the phone was a little unhappy. "Some people change after accepting a marriage proposal, don't you?"

"Fool, I'm still that Musashi." Musashi said holding his phone.

"Stupid," Luo Bowen said, "is your dad sick? Why don't you take me with you? I can buy some fruit and go with you."

"Idiot," Musashi replied, "I'm not ready yet, can you stop pushing me? Give me a while."

"Slut," Luo Bowen said, "we can go as ordinary friends."

Musashi hung up the phone directly, so he didn't want it. In case Luo Bowen showed any flaws there, Musashi didn't have the ability to adapt to changes. Even with Bai Ze, a highly intelligent machine, people's views on certain things are deeply ingrained. Bai Ze cannot invade the human brain, so the help he provides is still objective.

If Wu Xianyun didn't accept it, Musashi simply didn't know what to do if he was pissed off.

"Don't worry," Bai Ze spoiled Musashi, "Your father won't die for a while."

When Musashi rushed to the hospital, he happened to bump into his uncle Wu Xianhai who had bought lunch at the door of the ward. When he saw Musashi, he walked over and patted Musashi's chest.Musashi took the lunch bought by his uncle, and the uncle said: "You came just in time. I will call your mother and ask him to call you. Your father has something to ask you, and I have to go to work."

"How long did it take?" Musashi asked.

"I just called your mother," Wu Xianhai said sadly. "Your mother seems to be very emotionally broken. Also, your father's condition is not good. He has advanced kidney failure and may turn in a very bad direction."

You have no idea, Musashi thought. "Okay, uncle, let's go to work."

Musashi picked up the lunch bought by his uncle and walked into the ward. The lunch was a box of boiled tofu, which couldn't be lighter. There were two pairs of chopsticks in the box, which was definitely not enough for two adults.

There were two hospital beds in this house, and Wu Xianyun's bed was next to the window. At this time, it was raining lightly outside, and Wu Xianyun was staring at a gully formed by the rainwater on the window.

This was the first time Musashi saw his father. He was rickety, but if he hadn't been tortured by illness, Musashi knew that he would be a strong and strong father. The image instantly made Musashi think he was a prisoner in a concentration camp.

He coughed like a dozen monkeys were screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Dad, how are you doing?" Musashi asked.

"It's okay." Wu Xianyun said, and then he watched the drip roll down, as if his father liked to watch this kind of liquid slide.

"I have something to tell you, I don't know if you can accept it." Musashi said, he didn't know where to put his hands, or whether he should sit down.

"Let me tell you first," Wu Xianyun said, "I must be recovering from this illness, but it's just a matter of days. Our family's hot pot restaurant is not available. I wonder if you can take over the hot pot restaurant and run it for a while?"

In fact, Bai Ze has already told Musashi the information of this world. In this world, Musashi's parents run a hot pot restaurant. Now that his father is seriously ill and can no longer be the leader, his mother will definitely not be able to manage the hot pot restaurant in an orderly manner. Their only son should inherit the hot pot restaurant logically.

But Musashi really doesn’t want to be the owner of a hot pot restaurant. If it’s a few months or a few years, Musashi can still accept it, but this is a lifetime thing. From his father’s eyes, Musashi clearly sees that his father hopes that he can carry forward the hot pot restaurant. And the mother of the family can hope that she can pass on the blood.

Musashi hates it so much, if only he had a brother, let all this fall on him, and he can complete the task with peace of mind, Musashi quickly killed this useless reverie in his mind.

"I don't want to be a hot pot restaurant owner," Musashi said. "I don't know what I want to do. I might want to paint, or be a preacher, but definitely not a hot pot restaurant owner."

"This is our ancestral cause." Wu Xianyun said.

"I don't care at all. This is just a small hot pot restaurant that has been passed down from generation to generation. There is no ancestral recipe, and it is not a famous old restaurant. It's just that our children and grandchildren don't like to change, and we all accept it from our father. In this way, you don’t have to bother to find a job, just be a hot pot restaurant owner. This may be your or grandpa’s dream, but it’s definitely not what I want to do.”

"Then what are you going to do," Wu Xianyun said, with anger evident in his words, "What about the hot pot restaurant? Are they going to close in our generation? God, I raised a son like you like this. "

"It's really too early to marvel, Dad," Musashi sneered, if he told his father that he is a man who likes men, what kind of expression would his father have?Musashi tried not to think about that scene, and just thinking about Musashi made him want to laugh, "You can ask Uncle to do the hotpot restaurant. Besides, I have one thing—"

"—Forget it, I won't force you," Wu Xianyun said, "Think about the hot pot restaurant again. After a few years, if you have no job or money, you will think of the hot pot restaurant. I can still live for a while." Time, you have to earn your life. Just listen, I still have something to do, I can't let go of seeing you get married and start a business. I have a good friend in college. His daughter is as old as you. Recently, she followed His father came to see me together, he is still in this city, and he has not left, I contacted them for you, you can try."

"You don't need to try." Musashi refused, and he was about to discuss the matter between himself and Luo Bowen, but was interrupted by his father.

"You don't need to try? Do you know his mother? She was the goddess of the university back then. How many people rushed to chase after her, but it's a pity that her eyes are high. The daughter who is born now, don't talk about others, just talk about her figure The appearance is top-notch, and she has completely inherited her mother's beauty. I don't talk to her much, but she is a girl with good manners and a good temperament. If she does, it will be smoke from your ancestral grave."

In this way, we can't delay other girls, Musashi thought. "Father--"

"—Don't talk about it, you will go to meet the girl in the afternoon, and I have already contacted you for you."