532: C532 The Hardships of a Middle-aged Man

C532 The Hardships of a Middle-aged Man

The punks looked around and saw the middle-aged man.

He scratched his head and walked over to him with a smile.

"Brother, give me a cigarette!"

The middle-aged man looked at the hooligan and took out a cigarette from the crumpled cigarette box. He handed it to the hooligan and used a lighter to "light" it for him.

"Thank you so much!"

The hooligan took a deep breath and revealed an intoxicated expression.

Then, as if a cold wind was blowing, he subconsciously shrunk his neck and stomped his feet, saying, "It's so cold today!"

The middle-aged uncle did not say anything.

After a while..." Yes.

The two of them continued to smoke in the "cold wind." The scene looked very harmonious.

...

In the judges' seats.

Cui Ming nodded his head in satisfaction.

"Not bad, the scenes between the two are very natural. The roles and plot are also very reasonable. It seems like the two actors have already communicated in advance. With the work and audience as the first priority, this is the basic quality of a qualified actor. I am very happy that Chuxi and Zheng Lanlan can do this."

Xin Wenhao's eyes revealed a look of admiration.

"I was originally worried that the two of them would refuse to communicate because of their vigilance and vigilance. In the end, they even acted separately, which made the performance this time awkward. However, Chuxi and Zheng Lanlan did not let me down."

Han Jinzhi did not say anything.

He only quietly looked at the two people on the stage, his eyes flashing.

In his mind, he recalled the surprise in Zheng Lanlan's eyes when she saw Sheng Chuxi appear and the pride that followed.

Did they really communicate in advance?

Probably not...

...

After the hooligan smoked for a while, he turned around and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Brother, you came here because you are sick?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and said, "I'm not sick. My mother is sick."

The gangster asked, "What illness? Is it very serious?"

After a pause, the middle-aged man opened his mouth, his voice full of bitterness.

"It's cancer, and it has already reached a very serious stage... the doctor said. The risk of surgery was very high. There was only a thirty percent chance of success. If it fails, the patient will be directly killed on the operating table. He won't even have the chance to see the patient one last time."

He tried his best to remain calm.

However, when he said the last sentence, his voice couldn't help but tremble.

The hooligan was silent.1

He patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and comforted him: "Big brother, relax. I'm not educated, but I've heard of a saying called 'a blessed man has his own fortune'. Didn't the doctor say that there was still a thirty percent chance? I believe that Auntie is definitely the thirty percent lucky."

The middle-aged man's tears immediately flowed out.

He wanted to say "thank you," but his voice choked.

He wiped away his tears and calmed himself down for a long time before speaking again.

"My dad passed away when I was very young. My mom pulled me up since I was young. But I didn't have any prospects. I didn't let her enjoy a day's worth of happiness... "

" Now, she's in the hospital. I sold the house in my hometown. I borrowed money from my relatives and friends before I barely managed to make enough money for the surgery. But even so, I can't guarantee that she'll get better... What did I do wrong? Why did God do this to me? If she's gone, I... I'll have no mother..."

At the end of his sentence, he started to cry.

In the end, he simply buried his head in his military coat and started to cry while trembling all over.

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