The mother called and said that her father went up the mountain to lay the sheep and accidentally broke an arm. An hour later, I rushed to the hospital and saw my father who was still anesthetized after the operation.
"Your dad won't let me tell you about this before going into the operating room. I am afraid that you are worried, but I can't hold back... After a while, your dad woke up and you avoided it. Go out and make a regular phone call..."
I nodded, but I also saw several people in the same ward starting to whisper.
Not a while. My father seemed to wake up, and I quickly got out of the ward.
About ten minutes later, I dialed my father's mobile phone.
"Dad, what are you doing?" I asked, holding back the voice of the choked.
"Ah..." The father's voice was a little slow. "Play poker with a few of your uncles..." When the father said it, the voice seemed to be spiritual.
" Lost and won?" I asked.
"Ah... lost. You kid, why are you calling when I’m not lucky?" My father and I were joking and tried to make me feel that everything was normal.
"I don't believe it." I don't know why, I will cooperate with my father and ask the child in the end. But I regretted it again. How can I prove it to my father in the ward?
"Old, you have to play cards..." I heard it. On the phone is the voice of a patient in the father's ward. My father paused, and then he said to me loudly: "I won't talk to you. I am busy playing cards. Come here, my spades 3..." Father said, hung up.
Just at the moment I just hung up, I burst into tears and had no scruples.
We were lying that day, but the kind of lies made me deeply understand what is true love.