Mutated Tao Chapter 445: Li Jiancheng
Chapter 445 Li Jiancheng
Snow-white walls, bright energy-saving lamps, and light green explosion-proof glass welded with iron fences.
Wrapped in two layers of straitjacket, Li Huowang watched everything around him quietly and seriously.
In Li Huowang's eyes, the very monotonous environment around him seemed so vibrant, as if the tone had been raised out of thin air.
This is only because everything is true, not false.
From Hongzhong's memory, Li Huowang learned about Xinsu's unusually powerful ability, the innate qi in his body is nothing but a part of the way of heaven.
Just like the turbidity of the mind can tear the world apart, as long as the ability of the mind can be used perfectly, it can also be used to cultivate the truth.
When he understood this point, the confusion in Li Huowang's heart completely disappeared. He didn't need to distinguish between true and false, as long as he cared, no matter what was true or false, it could become true.
With a sound of "clang", the sound of the iron door made Li Huowang look towards the door.
First, two tall prison guards walked in from the door, holding police weapons in their hands and wearing bullet-proof and stab-proof clothing, standing on one side like door gods.
From among them, came in was Sun Xiaoqin carrying a food box. She seemed very dissatisfied with the existence of the two of them.
"You young people are really, ouch, you have said that with me, nothing will happen, and you still have to follow, one is not enough, and two at once, everyone in your prison Are you free?"
The prison guards were also full of complaints about this. "Aunt Sun, don't embarrass us. This is a deadly order from above. Don't look at us as part of the system. We guarantee income during drought and flood, but our salary is only a few thousand yuan a month. Now the housing prices are more or less the same. For this It's really not worth fighting your son for some money."
Sun Xiaoqin seemed to want to continue to complain, but when she saw Li Huowang looking at her, she immediately walked over excitedly carrying the food box. "Son? Wake up! Come, eat, today, I made your favorite winter melon ribs soup!"
Li Huowang looked at the other party's face, that unusually familiar but very kind face.
Plastic short-handled spoons filled half a spoonful of rice from the food box, then picked up half a piece of pork ribs and wax gourd, and finally delivered it to Li Huowang.
Li Huowang put this simple but delicious food into his mouth and chewed it gently.
He enjoyed this rare delicacy peacefully, and he no longer had to worry about whether he was eating wax gourd ribs or mud from rusty nails.
Looking at Sun Xiaoqin's eyes with crow's feet, Li Huowang said softly: "Mom, there's no need to be around me 24 hours a day, you usually rest, I will get better and better in the future."
"What nonsense are you talking about? The more you get to this point, the more you can't get rid of people around you!"
Hearing this, Li Huowang stopped persuading him, because he knew that it would be useless to persuade the other party with his temper.
The meal was finished in a rare and calm manner, without any accidents in the middle.
Just as the two guards guarding the gate couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, he saw one of his colleagues walking into the ward with a man in his forties or fifties.
"It's okay, this is the father of bed 13."
The three prison guards saw at the same time that the man was walking towards the bedside of the lunatic Wu carrying a bag of small oranges in a red net bag.
"Dad." Li Huowang stared at this strange man. He didn't have much time to be awake, and even more so when he bumped into his father.
"Why are you here? Why didn't you notify me before you came." Sun Xiaoqin blamed her husband, pulled his wrist and walked towards the door.
Through the window welded with the iron grille, Li Huowang saw his parents huddling together with their necks slightly hooked, muttering something, and peeking at him from time to time.
Li Huowang looked at their backs with a very complicated expression. The clothes they bought in the past seemed a bit big at this time, and they both lost weight.
Five minutes later, Li Huowang saw his father re-entered the house, while his mother left with a lunch box.
"Do you want to eat oranges?" Two tangerines were taken out of the red net pocket by a pair of rough hands.
Seeing Li Huowang shaking his head, he peeled off the skin and put it on the bedside table beside him.
"How are you doing?"
"It's not bad, the environment here is very good."
"How are you sick?"
"It's almost done, I mean it."
"Oh, that's good."
The two had a fling, but gradually no one spoke.
The conversation between the two of them stopped, which seemed normal. Compared with the mother who was the white face at home, the father who was the black face didn't have much time to talk to each other.
Li Huowang observed the other party silently. The bloodshot eyes and faint dark circles in his eyes proved that the other party did not get enough sleep.
The somewhat yellowed collar and the oily cuffs proved that the clothes on his body hadn't been changed for a while.
And on the balding hair, there are a lot more white hairs than before, and the beard has not been shaved for several days.
And this man is his father, Li Jiancheng.
Looking at his son who was tightly bound on the hospital bed and the scars that stretched across his face, Li Jiancheng sighed deeply. He reached into his coat pocket and took out a shriveled From the crumpled cigarette case, he took out a cigarette, put it in the corner of his mouth, and lit it with a green transparent lighter.
He took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then slowly exhaled it, as if being smoked, his eyes looked a little moist.
"Master, I'm sorry, smoking is completely banned in the prison area, please cooperate."
Hearing the reminder from the prison guard at the door, Li Jiancheng quickly stubbed out the cigarette, looked left and right, but couldn't find the ashtray, and finally wrapped it with the peeled orange peel.
"Dad, didn't you quit? Why are you smoking again?"
Li Jiancheng smiled, and put the lighter in his pocket, "It's annoying, it's okay, the cigarettes are cheap, and they don't cost much."
"I'm not talking about money, but about the body."
After a long time, Li Jiancheng sighed deeply again and said, "It's my father's fault. If you find out, maybe you won't--"
"Dad, this matter has nothing to do with you!" Li Huowang couldn't bear it and interrupted him directly.
"This is a physical problem. Since I am Xin Su, then this is my fate. I can't escape it. You don't have to blame yourself. I will take care of it. Don't worry."
When he saw the corner of the other party's mouth trembling slightly, Li Huowang knew that he should not explain anything to him.
He doesn't understand the world over there at all, and talking to him about Xinsu will only make him think that his condition is not getting better.
"The fire is booming." Li Jiancheng's words were full of exhaustion and bitterness. "I know you can't tell the difference. It's okay. It's okay if you can't tell the difference. Dad doesn't blame you."
"If you like to stay there, then stay there. If this makes you feel comfortable, don't worry, I have everything here, and my father can stand it."
Hearing this, Li Huowang felt sour in his heart, but he didn't say anything more, he was afraid that the moment he spoke, tears would flow from his eyes.
The two father and son continued to sit like this silently until the prison guards came to invite someone. Li Jiancheng, who was tired but tense, stood up, touched Li Huowang's head with his hands, turned and left the ward.