Originally, Meng Deyi thought that even if his son was disabled, at least he could carry on the family line. He was still young and there was no need to worry about not being able to train a second Meng Yixing.
But now Meng Yixing is completely useless, and most of his hopes have been shattered.
"No, no, this is not true. Why is it like this?"
At this moment, Meng Yixing's crazy appearance in the ward was even worse than Qin Zhiping's at that time.
Meng Deyi waved his hand tiredly: "All of you go out, I want to have a good talk with Yixing."
Meng Shanshan wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Meng Deyi's sharp look. She pushed Yan Wenqing out reluctantly.
Meng Deyi felt sad when he saw his son who was still going crazy, but he had no way to help.
I walked to the window silently, listening to the roar beside me and looking at the scattered stars outside the window.
For the first time, I fell into deep self-doubt: Could it be that I had done too many evil things in my first half of life, and now all of them were being punished on my son?
About half an hour later, Meng Yixing suddenly reached out and pulled out the needle from his hand.
A stream of blood splashed onto the back of his hand, leaving red marks all over the snow-white bed sheet.
"What's the point of living like this? Why don't you let me die? Why...?"
There was trembling, unwillingness, and despair in his voice.
Meng Deyi clutched his Zhongshan suit with one hand.
The other hand slapped Meng Yixing hard on the face, and Meng Yixing fell on the edge of the bed.
As you can imagine, his strength is amazing.
"Are you awake? This is what I taught you since you were a child?
You have always been smooth sailing since you were a child. Why is that?
I am your father, fighting in the front for you, and I will fight to the death with this little setback.
Tell anyone and you will be a disgrace to me!"
The door of the ward was not closed tightly. Yan Wenqing sat at the door, listening to the noise inside and found it funny.
No matter whether it is to outsiders or to his own son, no matter how big the matter is, Meng Deyi can always say lightly, "This is just a little frustration."
This idea of ​​frustration, let's try it on you? It's so easy to say.
Meng Yixing, who was lying on the bed, burst into tears like a flood.
"But, but I'm useless..."
He choked and trembled, and kept repeating the same sentence.
Meng Deyi put his hands on his hips and said angrily: "Your body is broken, but your brain is still there. Could it be that all the things I taught you over the years have been beaten away with that thing?
If you can't figure it out, you can just stay here and fend for yourself. My Meng family will just pretend that you, Meng Yixing, don't exist..."
After saying this, Meng Deyi waved his sleeves and turned away.
Yan Wenqing, who was sitting at the door, quickly pushed the wheelchair to the side.
"Deyi, how is Yixing?"
Meng Yixing looked at Yan Wenqing, whose eyes were bloodshot and who was still looking worriedly into the ward, and forced a smile.
He reached out and pushed her wheelchair out.
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