Maybe he couldn't bear to reject his daughter's filial piety, or maybe he really wanted to try to improve his health through his own means, or maybe a doctor or something had told him before, but he had never made up his mind.
Anyway, Father Chen gave it a try.
With the help of his daughter and niece, he practiced yoga clumsily and carefully on the day of the weekly family reunion, starting with the simplest and most basic movements.
but.
no.
The bones in his neck, shoulders, and waist couldn't stretch.
Not only can't I stretch, but even the slightest movement will cause pain.
In addition, both of his leg joints are also like this.
I tried a little harder that day, but my bones and joints swelled that night, and I even had stomach bleeding the next morning!
This was obviously a different type of "terminal illness" that was irreversible. Chen Hao was anxious, worried and blaming herself, and even burst into tears. However, Chen's father was very calm and patted her small shoulder with his big rough hands.
"Dad, I'm an old man, so I won't mess around with you anymore. You young people need to do this thing."
Seeing whether Chen Hao was still crying, Chen's father said again: "Don't look at your dad like this, there is actually nothing serious wrong with him. Take good care of him, and there will be no problem in living for another few decades."
Chen is so unwilling!
She finally learned that there is another thing in yoga called meditation. This thing does not pay attention to movements and does not require tossing, just "thinking"! And she thinks that her father can do it.
but.
no.
His father has always suffered from mild insomnia.
Light sleeping pills are not very effective, and of course heavy ones are impossible to take.
meditation?
After his daughter's pleading, Chen's father tried it again, and the result after trying it was, "This is still a thing for you young people. A rough guy like dad, who doesn't understand the culture, can't play it."
…
This is a father that she respects and loves.
In addition, there is pity.
and worry.
Worried about his health.
But what can Chen Hao do?
Their family has no shortage of money. If they spend money to cure their health, they can afford no matter how much money they have.
But……
The situation is indeed as Chen's father said, "There is actually nothing wrong with it."
This is weird.
But it is true.
What kind of cancer? No. Liver cirrhosis? No. Diabetes? No. Not even high blood pressure.
Isn’t there nothing serious wrong with it?
Those things from head to toe, inside and outside the body, those things that can be said or unspeakable, are not diseases.
It's not an injury either.
It’s “illness caused by overwork”!
When he realized this, Chen Hao realized that this was really a terrible and terrible word.
Overworked and sick!
But there is no cure for that disease!
It's like you are watching the sun slide down and down the west mountain after noon, but there is nothing you can do about it.
It is said that people need opportunities to grow.
Sometimes after ten, eight, or even decades, I feel confused.
But after something happens, suddenly, it grows.
That's it for Chen Hao.
It was her father's body that made her completely realize that she was an "adult".
That kind of realization is not gratifying, but bitter.
She would rather never understand.
You can always jump around and be crazy.
I can casually go sweeping streets at home and abroad with my friends and close friends, traveling halfway around the world without even having to adjust to the time difference.
You can eat from one end of the snack street to the other regardless of your image, or you can plan those century-old restaurants, classic famous restaurants, which ones to eat this month and which ones to eat next month, and you can make plans for most of the year. Done.
Not anymore.
It seems that life has suddenly passed a threshold. The things that I could do before, have fun with before, and even be passionate about before, are all blocked behind by a glass door.
You can still see clearly when you turn around, it's not that far away.
But I can't go back.
…
He was very excited and anxious, but Chen Hao drove slowly and had many things running through his mind.
When she returned to the community, the security booth saw her car and raised the railing early.
After the car parked in front of his house, Chen Haoyue sat in the car in a daze.
"For the rest of my life, the wind and snow will be you, the plainness will be you, and the poverty will be you" was playing on the speaker.
A good song.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be copied inside.
But at this time, Chen Hao felt it was a bit harsh when he heard it, so he reached out and turned off the speaker directly.
Afterwards, she sat alone in a silent car, at the door of her home, in a daze for two or three hours. Her mind was in a mess, thinking about many things, but it seemed like she was thinking of nothing.
Today is Tuesday.
My father is not at home, and my mother has gone to do some maintenance.
After coming back to his senses, Chen Hao called his father: "Dad, come back!"
Father Chen is having a meeting in his company, a very important group management meeting, a general meeting or even an executive-level meeting, even if it involves the company's considerable trends, he no longer has to attend.
He is the leader of the group.
As the founder of the group, his control over the group is like the position of the sun in the solar system.
After taking the phone, he said: "Xiaohao, what's the matter?"
"Let's talk about it when you get back!"
"Okay, listen to my daughter's order. Let me tell you something first. Did you cook something delicious again? I will go back immediately after the meeting!" Father Chen chuckled.
This meeting lasted for almost four hours after this phone call.
By the time Father Chen arrived home, it was already dark.
The meal had already been prepared. The nanny made two big dishes, and Chen Hao and her mother made a side dish.
Regardless of whether Mr. Chen is eating at home or not, their dinners are always relatively simple.
When Father Chen came back, the smell of food was still wafting in the living room.
But he was already hungry and did not enjoy the dinner immediately. Instead, he was pulled directly by his daughter into her piano room.
On the second floor, there is a large piano room that was originally soundproofed.
Not to mention the doors, even the windows are specially made.
The family of three entered the piano room, closed the door, closed the windows, and turned on the lights.
"Xiao Hao, what are you playing? I'm hungry!" Father Chen kept laughing, and when he said this, he patted his belly.
He has always had a good temper in front of his daughter, and he has never brought a bad temper into the home.
When the siblings were young, Chen Hao's father scolded and beat them, and he always beat them when they were disobedient. However, since going to college, Chen Hao has never heard a harsh word from his father, let alone a beating.
In the past two years, she has been "in charge" of her father at home.
"Dad, you can sit down, or you can even lie down."
Chen Hao asked his father and mother to sit down.
Not on a chair, but on the ground.
The floor of the piano room is covered with thick blankets and is very clean. If I had to say it, it would be spotless.
Father Chen sat down in surprise. After sitting down, he put his hands behind his back and leaned back slightly. On the one hand, he wanted to relax his body. On the other hand, if he bent forward, his waist would be a little unbearable.
, uncomfortable.
In other words, his body is not suitable for him to sit on the ground.
Xiaohao knew about this situation.
Just as he was surprised, he saw his daughter bring a stick of incense, then place it on the ground in front of him and light it.
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