"I, it should be okay." Sun Xiangyun felt bad, but he didn't know why.

He had already sensed that his wife was a little uneasy, as a man, he didn't want his wife to worry, so after breakfast, go to the Garden Bridge and ask the doctor, the examination report should come out today.

Sun Xiangyun was full of sadness when he brushed his teeth, and he even thought about his own death.

Thinking about whether he should paint some portraits of himself, Sun Xiangyun decided never to paint self-portraits since he was young, for some reason, in short, he began to think about never painting self-portraits when he was in junior high school.

Self-portraits always had a mysterious power in the young Sun Xiangyun's heart, and the eyes that walked from himself to the painting paper seemed to be able to see through the painter's heart from the painting paper.

But recently, it seems that hand-painted portraits are very popular, and many people feel that hand-painted portraits are more vibrant and peaceful.

It's really unreasonable, can such a thing as a posthumous image still make people feel at peace? People are dead, what do you need to look good at? Is it really true that the family has nothing to do and looks at their own portraits to continue their lives?

Thinking of this, Sun Xiangyun found that his mind was full of things related to death and sadness? Is this what people think about when they get old?

At breakfast, Sun Xiangyun thought about chatting with his wife Amin about some topics, so as to relieve the depression of the morning and make his wife happy, which has been Sun Xiangyun's habit for so many years.

So he thought about what to talk about with his wife, and just as he was thinking about it, his wife Amin asked, "You went to see Lao Wu on Saturday, how is he?" Did you tell him travel stories or something. ”

Lao Wu is Sun Xiangyun's middle school classmate, the two have always felt good, a few years ago because of the stroke has been half of the body is not very good, so he handed over the business to his son and daughter-in-law to take care of, and he rested at home with peace of mind, so it has been five or six years.

In the beginning, Lao Wu would still try to write calligraphy, occasionally draw, or take pictures with the shutter release.

He lives on the 21st floor, and he can hold a private photography exhibition just by taking pictures around the sea, not to mention that Lao Wu has been in business for most of his life, and he has many friends, so he can earn some pocket money by publishing albums.

At the beginning of more than a year, Lao Wu didn't care too much about his stroke, his legs and feet were not good and he could use crutches, Sun Xiangyun always laughed at him and said that crutches are good, and he looks more bossy.

Lao Wu started in the lighting business, which can be regarded as retail and wholesale, and made a lot of money in the early years, but then the real economy failed, and Lao Wu did not keep up with the pace of the online economy in time and lost a lot of money.

In Lao Wu's words, "If you don't make money in business, you will lose, and if you make less, you will also lose." At the end, I will always follow up, "It's better to paint, it's more comfortable to paint." ”

"Ah, Lao Wu seems to be getting worse day by day." Sun Xiangyun ate a small half bowl of yam pumpkin porridge, found that there was no taste in his mouth, and thought about putting a small spoonful of honey to adjust the seasoning, and put the spoon on the edge of the bowl, suddenly, Sun Xiangyun's right hand trembled slightly.

"Amin, do you see my right hand shaking?"

Hearing Sun Xiangyun's question, Amin was scared, and hurriedly put down the sandwich, lowered his head, and approached Sun Xiangyun's hand.

"No, it looks stable, and I don't tremble."

Amin didn't see Sun Xiangyun's right hand shaking, she only saw Sun Xiangyun looking at her hand, her eyes were cloudy, and they were completely different from Sun Xiangyun yesterday.

Yesterday's husband's eyes were still clear.

People have old eyes, and eyes will not deceive.

Amin suddenly understood what this sentence meant.

This is not crow's feet at all, loose skin and the like, people's eyes are not old to look at the eyes, is whether the eyes can still be bright.

She thought of the time before her father died, and he always said that his eyes were uncomfortable and that his vision was hazy. My father suffered from a cataract in his right eye, and after the operation, he got better for a few years, and then he began to see clearly, although he couldn't see clearly, but the right eye that was not diseased was always bright, until the later period, it seemed that the oil was really running out, and the eyes were becoming more and more cloudy and dull.

"No, your hands are fine, don't think about it, didn't you make an appointment with a doctor? After eating, go to the doctor early. ”

"I shouldn't be sick, I'm just, hey, don't talk about it."

Sun Xiangyun sighed.

"Let's continue to talk about Lao Wu, can he still play recently? Still taking pictures? ”

Sun Xiangyun shook his head, "Now except for the nanny who goes to the toilet and will help him down, he is on it all the time, and sometimes the toilet is not down, he said that he feels powerless." The photo is still being taken, even the shutter release line is not āo) made, set up automatic shooting, but it's not bad, I took a look at it, his house is not covered before and after, and it is high, and at the end of the day, it is also very good to shoot and fall. ”

"I don't have the strength to take pictures by myself, he's about the same age as you, why is it so bad after the stroke."

"I don't know, it seems that the last two times I went to see him became particularly bad, I still really think it's weird, after seeing him, my heart has become very bad, maybe it's because of winter."

Sun Xiangyun drank all the porridge in the bowl, and he didn't plan to eat the rest of the sandwiches, he didn't have much appetite, it was true, he also wondered, why didn't he have any appetite.

Amin saw that her husband's heart was still dull, thinking that it would be better to say a few more words, it was better to talk than to be bored, so she said again: "Then Lao Wu's current business is all watched by his son and daughter?" Busy or not, or don't you feel bored, your body is getting worse and worse, didn't you still take pictures or something before? ”

"Speaking of which, it's true."

Sun Xiangyun put down the bowl, approached Amin and said, "Don't say it, it's really true, these two children are really not very filial." ”

Sun Xiangyun lowered his voice, as if outsiders other than his wife would listen to what he said at home.

"Huh? Why do you suddenly feel that way? Amin also lowered his voice.

Before, the couple was looking for topics to talk about while eating, but now they are chatting with one mind.

"Don't say it, I didn't expect that watching Wu Fang grow up is so unfilial now, compared to our family, it's much better."

Sun Xiangyun said, took a slice of bread, put it in his mouth, and ate it again.

"Really? Hey, it seems that Lao Wu is not very happy in his old age. ”

Thinking of Lao Wu's appearance, Amin was also a little heartbroken, thinking that he might as well go and see it next Monday.