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"": ""When Luo Bin comes back, I'll tell him you stopped by and ask him to contact you." Luo Yong flicked the ash off his cigarette and smiled.
"How long until he comes back?" Luo Bin asked.
"No idea." Luo Yong shook his head.
"What about your eyes if he doesn't come back? Are you really going to wait until you're sixty to have surgery?" Luo Bin asked again.
Luo Yong froze, his weathered face flushing slightly.
"Can't be helped. Bin even told you about that, huh?" Luo Yong smiled, a trace of helplessness on his face.
Luo Bin hadn't realized it at first. Only when his father mentioned that his vision had already been a little blurry several years ago did he understand.
The trouble with his eyes was an old problem: cataracts.
Once he turned sixty, he could have the surgery for free.
His father thought paying several thousand yuan per eye out of pocket was too much, so he always said he could make do. He could still see, and he would wait until the operation was free.
But he had waited until the vision in both eyes had grown clouded.
"You should have the surgery. Who knows when Luo Bin will come back? You can't manage properly with your eyes like this."
As he spoke, Luo Bin pulled a stack of cash from his pocket.
He kept one bill for the taxi ride back, then pressed the rest straight into his father's hand.
Luo Yong jolted, dropping the cigarette between his fingers.
"I can't take this!"
He hurriedly tried to push it back.
"Why not? This is money Luo Bin lent me. I was having a rough time before, so I never paid him back or kept in touch much. Since he