Divorce at the beginning forced to become a full-time artist

Li An nodded and walked straight into the ward.

This is a special ward, and there is a white curtain blocking the front.

As soon as the door was opened and the curtain was not drawn, Li An smelled the strong and spicy smell of smoke.

"Smoking when you're sick, don't you want to kill yourself?" Li An said, and stretched out his hand to open the curtain.

A deep, hoarse and helpless voice came from inside the curtain: "Doctor, just let me ease my mood."

Wow, the curtains are pulled open.

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

He looked only over 100 kilograms, skinny, and his face was so thin that it didn't look like it.

Li An looked at him, feeling sore in his heart.

This man is only 46 years old this year!

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

And the man also saw Li An, the handsome young man with his portrait, eyes and nose almost carved out of the same mold.

The moment he saw Li An, the man quickly stifled the cigarette in his hand, and then threw it into the trash can next to him, with a stiff smile on his mouth, and a nervous and somewhat fearful voice: "Little, Xiaoan, you Why are you here?"

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

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

It was still morning, and there were already more than a dozen cigarette butts inside, and even if the curtains in the ward hadn't been drawn, the strong smell of smoke had already choked people to the point of suffocation.

It's not difficult for Li An to imagine that he smoked these dozens of cigarettes all morning.

This kind of drawing method is simply deadly!

This man with the skin of a 60-year-old man and black and white hair is naturally Li An's father, Li Dazhu.

At this moment, Li Dazhu had an embarrassing but joyful smile on his face: "Xiao An, why didn't you tell me when you came here."

He was answered with cold words: "Then you were so sick that you were hospitalized, did you tell me?"

Although the words were cold, Li An still sat on the hospital bed next to him and peeled an orange for his father Li Dazhu: "The orange clears the fire and clears the lungs, and the smoke hurts the lungs. Although the effect is mediocre, it is better than nothing, eat it. "

Li An stuffed the tangerine into Li Dazhu's mouth, Li Dazhu chewed lightly with his mouth open, and there was a sound of water splashing in his mouth.

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

Li An looked at his father lying on the hospital bed with a pale face and the smell of cigarettes in his mouth. Li An didn't answer Li Dazhu's words, but asked instead: "I told you to smoke less, why didn't you listen."

At this time, Li Dazhu was like a child, with an apologetic smile on his face: "Okay, I won't smoke in the future, I won't smoke anymore. By the way, Xiao An, why are you here... Is it because you don't have enough money? Ask Lao Fang to transfer another 3 yuan to you."

Hearing his father's words, Li An felt all the warmth in his heart, and he replied, "I'm an adult now, and I don't need your pocket money anymore."

Immediately, Li An asked back: "It's you, why are you hospitalized?"

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

Li An shook his head: "It's 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'm not self-motivated, and you should have heard that she is now the head of the Young Girl School in the film and television industry. Such a personality probably doesn't match her married status at all, so she divorced." Li An Said tepidly.

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

Li An looked at the vicissitudes of his father in front of him, and suddenly felt a little pain in his heart.

Although this father doesn't seem to be very competent, he is already working hard to be a father.At least materially, he did it flawlessly.

"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 hesitated, but he answered truthfully after thinking for a while: "Lung... tuberculosis. But now the infectious period has passed."

Hearing his father Li Dazhu's words, Li An's expression was slightly dazed.

"Grass!"

He who has always been as indifferent as water, clenched his fists at this moment, then faced the wall next to him, and punched the wall fiercely.

Tuberculosis is an infectious disease, also called by most working people...the disease of poverty.

In the language of medical profession, the reason why tuberculosis is called a poor disease is that 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.

His father, Li Dazhu, loves smoking extravagantly and owns a printing and publishing company.

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

One is the publishing company, and the other is the extravagant love of smoking. In addition, he is busy with work and often does not eat on time, which leads to the cause of his tuberculosis!

"Why didn't you tell me for so long?" Li An asked, with a look of blame on his face.

Father Li Dazhu's eyes were a little evasive, and he looked at the window next to him: "I'm afraid you're worried."

Hearing this, Li An, who had always been calm, couldn't help feeling angry: "You're afraid of worrying me! Why aren't you willing to tell me anything frankly!?"

Li Dazhu took a few breaths, then turned his head to look at Li An, with a fake smile on his face that he probably didn't even notice: "There is nothing I didn't tell you, it's just that I didn't tell you about this illness. And Tuberculosis is not a serious disease and can be cured.”

Li An's expression was cold. He looked at his father on the hospital bed and squinted his eyes: "Did the company encounter any difficulties?"

Li Dazhu quickly turned his head to look at the window, and said in a tone that tried to relax: "There is no problem, your father's company is fine."

"Let's not talk about the composition company, let's talk about the publishing company... Do you know An Zhi Ruo Su?"

"Half a year ago, the poet who recited fifty or sixty classic poems at one time on the Hebei Radio Station, your father has already contacted him, and his collection of poems will be published soon."

"Let me tell you, An Zhiruosu's poems are really, really good. Once Dad's publishing company publishes his books, not to mention many, there will be no problem with hundreds of thousands or even millions of copies a year."

"When Dad publishes An Zhiruosu's book, he will sell another one million copies and buy you a small villa at that time! At that time, Dad will also hand over the company to Lao Fang, and then he will accompany you to raise him in the villa. A dog, looking at the sea."

Li Dazhu said.

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

Li An, who was always indifferent, had tears in his eyes, but he still nodded fiercely, and then said: "Okay, Dad, I believe in you. You promised me many things, but I hope You can do it this time."

Chapter 73 How much does it cost?