In a small apartment near Georgia Institute of Technology, an old man was writing a brush on the balcony that seemed particularly strange in this country.

His name is Teng Jian. He is an expert in the field of thermal power. After coming to this country 20 years ago, he has been serving as a visiting professor at the Guggenheim Institute of Engineering. During his teaching period, countless students have matured under his hands, and each is silently promoting the development of world aviation technology with his own strength.

Today was an ordinary day for him. He was close to his retirement age. The research and teaching work in the school had already been free. What he had to do every day was to practice calligraphy after getting up, go to the hospital for routine examinations and treatments, take a walk on campus, and then go home to have a not-so-sourcing supper.

But today is another less ordinary day. The content he wrote on paper is a little different. Even several times, his pen tip was stained with thick ink on the rice paper because he stayed for too long.

Teng Jian sighed, put down his pen and turned back to the living room. His son Tengfei had prepared breakfast for him.

"Dad, let's have a meal. After I finish eating, I'll take you to the hospital. Don't take a walk today. Your students will come here for a meal in the evening. Let's go to the supermarket to buy vegetables together."

On the table were light white rice porridge and several unirritating side dishes.

"I'm tired of eating this every day. I really want to have a hot and sour noodles."

Teng Jian is from Shucheng. He always had no spicy food before he got sick, but at this time he could not bear such spicy ingredients.

After hearing his words, Tengfei replied with a smile:

"Dad, you are so old, don't be like a child. Eat it. After you finish eating, we have to set off quickly. I still have a lot of things to clean up, and I have to go through the procedures later."

"Eat, eat! Eat you! What procedures do you have to do? A thirty-year-old doesn't even have a girlfriend. Can you see I can have a meal?"

Teng Jian stared at his son and taught his son a lesson, but the latter just smiled and did not answer.

This is how my father is. He got married in his thirties, but he doesn't feel sorry for me at all.

It would be great if my mother was still there. She has always been an enlightened person and should be able to understand her own thoughts.

I just simply haven't met the person I like, so what's the worry about?

Thinking of this, Tengfei shook his head helplessly and pushed the salted duck eggs his father loved to eat in his direction.

After a simple breakfast, the two of them sat on the old SUV and drove towards the hospital together.

They bought this car several years ago and is now in ruins, but every time they want to change it, they are always inexplicably tortured by Tengfei, so they have been dragged until now. A university professor and a corporate executive are still driving these two broken cars that do not match their identities.

When he arrived at the hospital, Tengfei contacted the doctor who had already made an appointment and took his father to the clinic.

The doctor's name is Fan En, who is their acquaintance. After twenty years of getting along, he has added a friend's relationship to his acquaintances. Every time he sees Teng Jian, he has to blame him half-truely. The content is nothing more than not smoking, drinking tea, and sleeping too late. Teng Jian just listened on the side, with a very good attitude, but never changed.

But this time, he nodded rarely.

"I understand, Fan En, you old guy, you will be nagged by you for half an hour every time I come. Don't worry, from today on, I promise to listen to you."

"I don't smoke, drink tea, and go to bed at nine o'clock every day. But I don't know what impact this has on my illness?"

Fan En glanced at Teng Jian in surprise, then laughed and joked:

"Jian, you're finally afraid of death. Let me tell you the truth, maintaining good living habits does not have any benefits for your illness, and this is what really works."

As he spoke, he picked up a sealed needle from his hand, and the letters car-t were printed on the packaging of the needle.

This is the legendary anti-cancer special drug. The price per injection is as high as hundreds of thousands of dollars. It claims to be able to solve all cancer cells in one injection, but in fact, its effect is not that magical.

It only has good efficacy against leukemia and lymphoma, and is mainly used for recurrence after systemic treatment. However, gastric cancers like Teng Jian are actually not ideal in their treatment. They can only maintain cancer cells at a relatively low level, allowing Teng Jian to have a long enough recovery period for each chemotherapy.

However, this effect was enough--at least he did survive for twenty years.

"Well... Since I spend so much money every year for injections, why do you still have to change my life habits that make me happy?"

"Because I want you to live longer, building, no one will refuse to live long. There are so few longevity that can be bought with money in this world. I promise you that if you are not sick, you will definitely be the healthiest of my friends."

“…If I weren’t sick, we might not have been friends at all, right?”

"That's not necessarily true. You Chinese believe in fate, but I also believe in it. This is probably a kind of fate."

While talking, Fan En pushed the injection into Teng Jian's body. After the injection, he carved his clothes thoughtfully.

"The next time I get an injection, it will be half a year later. Although I really want to make more money from you, to be honest, Jian, I really hope that one day I won't have to see you in the hospital."

"... Are you looking forward to my death?"

"I am looking forward to your recovery! Why do you always like to argue with me so much?"

"Okay... won't be there in the future. Goodbye, old friend, I'm leaving."

Teng Jian slowly got out of the hospital bed, Tengfei, who was waiting on the side, helped him put on his shoes, and slowly walked out of the clinic.

Fan En, behind him, glanced at the two of them for no reason, and finally shook his head and began to pack up his utensils.

He always felt that Teng Jian’s condition was a little wrong today, but he couldn’t tell what was wrong.

......

After leaving the hospital, the father and son drove to a cemetery in silence, where Teng Jian’s lover and Tengfei’s mother were buried.

The two of them did not bring flowers, but just sat quietly on the bench in front of the tombstone and looked at the woman in the photo and spoke.

"I'm afraid I won't see you when I go back this time. I don't know if this place will be abandoned in the future."

"It probably won't be. I've paid the fee for decades. When it's really abandoned, I'm afraid we'll be gone, and it won't be our turn to worry."

"Can't you speak better? Where did you learn such words at a young age?"

"Didn't that learn from you?"

"I haven't taught you this way! Go and tear off the photos."

"...Dad, that photo is embedded in the tombstone. Why do I tear it for you? Do you want to smash my mother's monument?"

"...... Then forget it, go home."

"Don't you take a look?"

"What do you think? Your mother might have been reincarnated early, it's just a thought."

"Look, look, you're so embarrassed to ask who I learned to talk to?"

A few smiles appeared on Teng Jian's face. He slowly walked out of the cemetery. When he reached the entrance of the cemetery, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked in the direction of the tombstone, and whispered:
Chapter completed!