Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao Chapter 442: Li Jiancheng
Snow-white walls, glowing energy-saving lamps, and light green blast-proof glass with welded iron bars.
Li Huowang, who was wrapped in two layers of restraint clothes, watched everything around him quietly and seriously.
In Li Huowang's eyes at this time, the very monotonous environment around him seemed so vibrant, as if the color tone had been improved out of thin air.
It's only because everything is true, not false.
Li Huowang learned from Hongzhong's memory that Xinsu's extremely powerful ability, the innate energy in his body, was nothing but a part of the heavenly way.
Just like the turbidity of the heart can tear the world apart, as long as the ability of the heart can be used perfectly, it can also be used to cultivate the truth.
When Li Huowang understood this, the confusion in Li Huowang's heart disappeared completely. He didn't need to distinguish between true and false. As long as he cared about it, whether it was true or false, it could become true.
"bang bang", 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 equipment in their hands and wearing bulletproof stab-proof clothing, standing on one side like a door god.
From among them, Sun Xiaoqin walked in with a food box. She seemed to be very dissatisfied with the existence of the two of them.
"You young people are really, oh, you said that if I'm here, nothing will happen, and you have to follow me. If one is not enough, two will come at once. Are you free?"
In this regard, the prison guards are also full of complaints. "Aunt Sun, don't embarrass us, this is a dead order from above, don't look at us as part of the system, we guarantee income during droughts and floods, but we only earn a few thousand yuan a month, and now the house prices are almost equal. It's really not worth your life for your son."
Sun Xiaoqin seemed to want to continue complaining, but when she saw Li Huowang looking at her, she immediately walked over with the food box. "Son? Wake up! Come on, eat, today, I made your favorite winter melon pork ribs soup!"
Li Huowang looked at the other person's face, that very familiar but very kind face.
The plastic short-handled spoon picked up half a spoonful of rice from the food box, and then stirred up half a piece of pork ribs and winter melon, and finally delivered it to Li Huowang.
Li Huowang put this simple but delicious food into his mouth and chewed it gently.
He enjoys this rare delicacy calmly, and no longer has to worry about whether he is eating winter melon spareribs or rust nails and mud.
Looking at the corners of Sun Xiaoqin's crow's feet, Li Huowang said softly, "Mom, there's no need to be around me 24 hours a day, you usually rest, and I'll get better and better in the future."
"What nonsense are you talking about, the more you get to this time, the more you can't get rid of people around you!"
Hearing this, Li Huowang stopped persuading him, because he knew that it was useless to persuade him with the other person's temper.
This meal was finished in a rare and peaceful way, without the slightest accident in the middle.
Just as the two guards guarding the gate could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, he saw one of his colleagues brought a man in his 40s and 50s into the ward.
"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 madman Wu with a bag of small oranges in a red net pocket. …
"Dad." Li Huowang stared at this somewhat unfamiliar man. He didn't have much time to wake up, especially when he bumped into his father by his side.
"Why are you here? Why didn't you notify me before you came." Sun Xiaoqin blamed her husband, and walked out the door while holding his wrist.
Through the window with the iron fence welded on, Li Huowang saw his parents huddled around their necks and muttered something together, occasionally peeking at him.
Li Huowang looked at their backs with very complicated expressions. The clothes they bought in the past seemed a little big at this time, and they were all thin.
Five minutes later, Li Huowang saw his father re-enter the house, while his mother left with a lunch box.
"Do you want to eat oranges?" Two sugar oranges 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?”
"Not bad, the environment here is very good."
"How are you sick?"
"Alright, I mean it."
"Oh, that's fine."
The two had a relationship, but gradually no one spoke.
It seems normal that the conversation between the two is broken. Compared with the white-faced mother at home, the black-faced father does not have much time to communicate with each other.
Li Huowang silently observed the other party, the bloodshot eyes and the faint dark circles in his eyes proved that the other party lacked sleep.
The yellowish collar and the oily cuffs show that he hasn't changed his clothes for a while.
And on the bald hair, the white hair is much more 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 to the hospital bed, and the scar that slashed across his face, Li Jiancheng sighed deeply. From the crumpled cigarette case, he pulled out a cigarette, held it at 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 smoked, his eyes seemed a little wet.
"Master, I'm sorry, there is no smoking in the prison now, please cooperate with me."
Hearing the reminder from the guard at the door, Li Jiancheng quickly extinguished the cigarette, looked left and right, but couldn't find the ashtray, and finally wrapped it in the peeled orange peel.
"Dad, didn't you quit? Why did you smoke again?"
Li Jiancheng smiled and put the lighter in his pocket, "I'm upset, I'm fine, this cigarette is cheap and doesn't cost much."
"I'm not talking about money, but body."
After a long time, Li Jiancheng sighed deeply again and said: "It's my father's fault, I didn't find out that you have this problem earlier, I checked on the Internet, the sooner the mental illness is treated, the better. Found out, maybe not—"
"Dad, this matter has nothing to do with you!" Li Huowang couldn't help but interrupted the other party directly~IndoMTL.com~ This is a physical problem. Since I am a xinsu, this is my life and I cannot escape. Yes, you don't have to blame yourself, I will handle it, don't worry. "
When Li Huowang saw the corner of the other person's mouth trembling slightly, he knew that he should not explain anything to him.
He doesn't know anything about the world over there. Telling him about his heart will only make him think that his condition is not good.
"It's hot." Li Jiancheng's words were full of exhaustion and bitterness. "I know you can't tell the difference. It's alright. It's alright if you can't tell the difference. Dad doesn't blame you."
"If you like to stay there, stay there. If it makes you feel comfortable, don't worry, I have everything here, and Dad can stand it."
Hearing this, Li Huowang felt sour in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He was afraid that the moment he opened his mouth, tears would flow out of his eyes.
The two father and son continued to sit silently until the prison guard came to invite someone. Li Jiancheng, tired but tense, stood up, touched Li Huowang's head with his hand, turned and left the ward.