What he worried about most was that his father would neither eat and talk nor municate with others.
“Dad, mom called me.” Mo Ling suddenly mentioned his mother.
In these years, he seldom mentioned his mother in front of his father, because he knew that every time he mentioned her, his father would get sad.
But now, he knew, only his mother might cheer dad up, at least could let him actively get treatment and do rehabilitation training.
Sure enough, Mo Yixuan blinked his eyes hard a few times upon hearing this. With thin lips slightly open, he intended to say something, but did not at last.
“Mom said she would e to see you tomorrow,” Mo Ling continued.
Mo Ling knew that it was not suitable for him to ask his mother to e to see his father, but he had no other better way. He greeted Uncle Ye first, then he talked to his mother and asked her to e over tomorrow.
Mo Yixuan suddenly frowned and looked at Mo Ling doubtfully. Then he reached his hand into his pocket and took out a pen.
Mo Ling knew that his father wanted to write, so he hurried to his bedside table and took a notebook.
Hands shaking, Mo Yixuan noted down a few crooked words in the book slowly. For him, it seemed that writing became hard.
“Let your mother not e,” he wrote.
Mo Ling was stunned, looking at the words written by his father incredibly.
Dad even said that he would not let his mother e. After all, his dad couldn’t let go of his mother all the time. He had always been missing his mother, and even now, he still kept the clothes that his mom bought for him more than 20 years ago.
Mo Ling thought for a while and then said, “Dad, are you afraid that mom may have a conflict with Uncle Ye? You don’t have to worry. I’ve told Uncle Ye about that and he is okay with that.”
That was the reason Mo Ling could guess.
But obviously, he was wrong, because his father just didn’t want his beloved to see what he was like now.
Mo Yixuan picked up the pen again, and this time he wrote a line of words in a few minutes.
“Your mother has her own life. Let’s not disturb her any more.”
In recent years, Mo Yixuan seldom contacted his ex-wife. In this life, he only hoped that she could live the rest of her life happily.
“Mom is worried about you. Dad… Don’t think about it. Mom is sure to e tomorrow. You eat something, or my mother will be more worried when she sees you so haggard.”
Mo Yixuan gently grasped his hands, something like plexity and pain seeming to flashing through his eyes.
Then he walked slowly to the small desk against the wall.
Mo Ling went up to help him, but he shook his head.
It was simply a small bowl of rice, but Mo Yixuan took a long time to finish. His arms seemed to be numb. Every time he lifted them, it would be quite laborious.
Mo Ling wanted to feed his father himself, but he knew that his father would not like him to do it.
“Dad, have a good srest tonight. If you do not feel fortable, press the little red button installed beside the bed.”
Worried that something might happen to her father at night, Mo Ling specially installed this alarm button in his father’s room.
In this way, instead of giving calls to him, his dad simply needed to press the button, then his cell phone would get a prompt ring.
Mo Yixuan didn’t say anything, just nodding slightly to show that he understood.
After finishing that bowl of rice, he waved, singling Mo Ling to go out. He wanted to be alone.
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