First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 72 Father

  When Ang Lee arrived at the market, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

  As soon as he walked out of the airport, Ang Lee saw the vicissitudes of life, his face was full of wrinkles, and his hair was black and white.

   "Bo Fang." Li An shouted.

   "Get in the car, I will take you to see your dad."

"Ok."

  After a brief exchange between the two, they boarded a Mercedes-Benz S400 parked outside, and then went straight to the city center hospital.

After more than twenty minutes, the car stopped in the central hospital, and Li An followed Fang Guokun to the 13th floor of the inpatient department.

   "In room 1312, don't say I called you back after you passed."

"it is good."

  Li Ann nodded and walked straight into the ward.

  This is a dedicated ward, with a white curtain blocking it in front.

  As soon as he opened the door and before the curtain was drawn, Ang Li smelled the strong and spicy smoke of his throat.

   "If you are sick, you still smoke, don't you want to die?" Li Ang said, and stretched out his hand to open the curtain.

   A thick, hoarse and helpless voice came from the curtain: "Doctor, please let me relax."

   Shattered, the curtain opened.

   Lying on the hospital bed is a man with a thin body, black and white hair and beard, and a vicissitudes of life.

  He looks only a little over a hundred kilos, skinny, and his face is not thin.

  Li Ang looked at him, her heart sore.

  This man is only forty-six years old this year!

  He should have black hair, and the skin on his face can't be said to be as smooth as a mirror, but he shouldn't have so many wrinkles. At least he should be full of flesh and blood.

  And the man also saw Li Ang, the handsome young man with almost the same model as his eyes and nose.

The moment he saw Li Ang, the man quickly squeezed out the cigarette in his hand, then threw it into the trash can next to him, with a stiff smile on his mouth, and his voice was tense and a little scared: "Little, Xiao An, you Why are you here?"

  Li An looked sideways at the trash can with more than a dozen cigarette butts beside the bed, with a sarcasm smile on his lips: "If I don't come, I'm afraid I don't know how you died."

  The trash can in the hospital is not changed every half a day, at least once a day.

  It is still morning, and there are already a dozen cigarette butts inside. In addition, even if the curtain is not opened in the ward, the strong smell of smoke has choked people to almost suffocation.

  It is not difficult for Li An to imagine that he smoked these dozen cigarettes all morning.

  This method of drawing is simply fatal!

  This man with skin like a 60-year-old man with black and white hair is naturally Li Ang’s father, Li Dazhu.

  At this moment, Li Dazhu had an awkward but joyful smile on his face: "Xiao'an, why don't you come over and tell me."

   answered him with cold words: "Then you were sick until you were hospitalized, did I say something to me?"

Despite his cold words, Ang Lee sat on the hospital bed next to him and peeled an orange for his father Li Dazhu: "Eating oranges with orange collaterals can moisten the lungs and relieve coughs, and smoke can harm the lungs. Although the effect is normal, it is better than nothing. Eat it."

  Li Ang stuffed the sugar tangerine into Li Dazhu's mouth, Li Dazhu opened his mouth and chewed lightly, still making the sound of water splashing in his mouth.

   "Why did you come and when did you come back?" Li Dazhu asked after eating.

   Li Ang looked at his pale face lying on the hospital bed and his father whose mouth was full of smoke. Li Ang didn’t answer Li Dazhu’s words, but instead asked, “I told you to smoke less, why don’t you listen.”

At this time, Li Dazhu was like a child, with an apologetic smile on his face: "Okay, I won't smoke anymore, I won't smoke anymore. By the way, Xiaoan, why are you here...Is there not enough money to spend? I'll be a while. Let the Lao Fang transfer you another 30,000 yuan."

  Listening to his father’s words, Li An felt warmth in his heart, and he replied: "I am an adult, and I don’t need your pocket money."

   Soon, Li Ang asked back again: "It's you, why are you in the hospital."

Li Dazhu did not answer Li Ang, and continued to ask: "How is your relationship with Yu Qi now? She is a big star now, so you should treat her better. Although our family is not bad, it is with her current status. There is still a certain gap in the status ratio."

  Li Ang shook his head: "I'm already divorced, and the agreement has been signed."

  Li Dazhu's face turned very ugly in an instant: "Why, why did you leave?"

"She said that I am not self-motivated, and you should have heard about it. She is now the head of the Jade Girl School in the film and television industry. This kind of personality is probably not compatible with married status, so I divorced." Li An Speaking unhappily.

  Li Dazhu's expression turned a little lonely, and then he sighed again: "Yes, our family is no longer worthy of others."

  Li Ang looked at his father who was full of vicissitudes in front of him, and suddenly felt a little pain in his heart.

  Although this father seems to be incompetent, he has worked very hard to be a father. At least in terms of material, what he did was flawless.

   "Why are you hospitalized? Don't hide it from me. I can ask the doctor and Lao Fang. You can't hide it from me." Li An asked.

  Li Dazhu's expression was a little hesitant, but after thinking about it for a moment, he still answered truthfully: "Lung...tuberculosis. But now it has passed the infectious period."

  Hearing what his father Li Dazhu said, Li An looked in a daze.

   "Grass!"

  He has always been as pale as water. At this moment, he clenched his fist, and then, against the wall next to him, he slammed his fist against the wall.

  Pulmonary tuberculosis is an infectious disease, and it is also called by most working people...a disease of poverty.

  Pulmonary tuberculosis is called a poor disease because the living environment of the people at the bottom is relatively poor, the sanitary conditions are relatively poor, and it is a disease with low immunity caused by malnutrition and fatigue.

  Father Li Dazhu loves to smoke extravagantly and works in a printing and publishing company.

  You should know that publishing companies often deal with powder and ink, which can cause great damage to human lungs.

  One is the publishing company, the other is the extravagant smoking, and he is busy at work and often does not eat on time, which led to the cause of his tuberculosis!

   "Why haven't you told me for such a long time?" Li Ang asked, with an expression of blame on his face.

   Father Li Dazhu's eyes were a little avoiding, he looked at the side window: "I'm afraid you are worried."

  Hearing this, Li An, who had always been calm, was not angry: "I'm afraid I am worried! Why are you not willing to tell me anything honestly!?"

Li Dazhu took two breaths, then turned his head to look at Li Ang, with a false smile that he probably didn't even notice on his face: "If there is anything I didn't tell you, I just didn't tell you this time. Tuberculosis is not a serious disease, it can be cured."

  Li Ang's expression is cold, he looked at his father on the hospital bed, his eyes narrowed: "Did the company encounter any difficulties?"

  Li Dazhu quickly turned his head and looked at the window, and said in an attempt to relax: "What's the problem, your father's company is doing well."

  "Let’s talk about the composing company, let’s just talk about the publishing company...Do you know what it is?"

   "The poet who chanted fifty or sixty classic poems at one time on the He Province Radio Station half a year ago, your dad has already contacted him, and his collection of poems will be published soon."

   "Let me tell you, the poems of Anzhi Ruosu are really very good and very good. Once Dad's publishing company publishes his books, not to mention too many, there is no problem with hundreds of thousands or even millions of copies a year."

"When Dad publishes the books that he has written, he will sell another million copies at that time, and then I will buy you a small villa! Dad will also hand over the company to Lao Fang, and then accompany you in the villa. Keep a dog and look at the sea."

  Li Dazhu said.

  Li An stood by the hospital bed, quietly looking at the father who dared not look at him.

Ang Li, who has always been faint as water, had tears in his eyes, but he nodded fiercely, and then said, "Okay, Dad, I believe you. You promised me many things, but I hope You can do it this time."

  (End of this chapter)