Xue Xi felt that all this was like a dream.

For the first time, when she was awake, she clearly sensed the flow of supernatural energy in her body, like a stream of electricity, wandering wantonly throughout her body, as if trying to find an exit.

And this ability, also clearly in her mind, formed a step of how to use it, just like thinking about some problem, suddenly enlightened, she suddenly understood.

At this moment, at the bedside, the doctors had already given up the treatment and wanted to give the relatives some time to talk, Xue Xi held Fu Yuanxiu's hand with one hand and Fu Chun's hand with the other.

She looked at Fu Chun and asked again with certainty, "Are you ready?" ”

Fu Chun's eyes were resolute, and he nodded without hesitation: "Hmm." ”

Xue Xi looked at Fu Yuanxiu again, and then sighed silently, she closed her eyes, and used the method that Jing Fei had taught her to hold her breath, throw away all her thoughts, and use her ability to control the current to cross Fu Chun and Fu Yuanxiu's bodies back and forth.

-

On the hospital bed, Fu Yuanxiu was already dying.

When he was in the operating room, although he couldn't do anything, he still heard the conversation of the doctors: "The cancer cells in his lungs have spread, his lungs are rotten, and there is blood in the abdominal cavity, and he can't live......

"Give up the treatment, give him a few injections painlessly, and let him walk safely."

"There's still time to say goodbye to my family."

The pain in Fu Yuanxiu's body can no longer be felt because of weakness, or rather, I don't know when he has read a theory that says that when people are in danger of life, the brain will consciously abandon the painful nerves, and instead go all out to fight death, and people can't feel pain.

Perhaps.

For example, at this moment, as long as he opened his mouth, blood would spit out blood in his throat, so he couldn't say a word, but he still felt that he understood something.

Especially the ability, the ability, the ability to transfer the pain......

And Fu Chun said that he only has three months to live.

Fu Yuanxiu wanted to say, don't do this.

Don't use your sacrifice to heal me!

But he couldn't speak, he could only look at the blurred figure - his father with his blurry eyes that were almost out of focus.

-

The word dad, for Fu Yuanxiu, is similar to a teacher.

He is strict, always pretending to be colorful, and rarely sees his father smiling at himself in his impression.

When he was a child, it was the nanny who took care of his life, and his father only paid for it, he was obsessed with painting on weekdays, and he didn't pay much attention to his studies. Reach out and hit twenty times! ”

This man, with the harshest language, the most horrific actions, expressed his anger.

At that time, Fu Yuanxiu was very obedient on the face, but in fact, he was very rebellious in his heart and hated him very much.

As if he wasn't interested in anyone else in the world except painting, he often went out, often for a month in order to collect style, and even at home, he often stayed in the studio.

Occasionally, when he brought his classmates home, he was always impatient, or gave him money to invite his classmates out to dinner, or made a fuss, so that his classmates never dared to come again.

Fu Yuanxiu is lonely and lonely.

He doesn't have a mother, and the nanny at home changes over time......

He grew up in an environment lacking father's and mother's love, until he hesitated to study what major to study in the college entrance examination, and his father jumped out: "My Fu Chun's son, of course, is to study Chinese painting!" Spread the style of Chinese painting and spread it to the world! ”

But at that time, he gave birth to a backbone for the first time, and he sneered disdainfully: "Chinese painting is now in decline, I want to learn oil painting!" ”

Fu Chun's hands trembled, and when he took out the ring ruler again, Fu Yuanxiu snatched the ruler: "Hit, hit, hit, you know beat, what else can you do to me besides beating people?" Dad, I really doubt that you have any family affection? Or is it that only Chinese painting is your true love? I, in the end, for you, is it an inheritance, or a relative? ”

Fu Chun was stunned.

That protest, he won.

After that, he went down the road of oil painting.

Later, he and Fu Chun respected each other on the surface, Fu Chun was a little old, he grew up a little bit, he had a gentle personality, but Fu Chun was still strict, the two were tiger fathers and no dogs in the eyes of outsiders, but Fu Yuanxiu knew that Fu Chun hated himself, because he did not go to learn Chinese painting, and there was no apprentice who could pass on what he had learned in his life.

A few years ago, when lung cancer was detected, Fu Yuanxiu didn't really care much, because in his opinion, the most reassuring thing in life was Fu Chun.

But this father has a cold personality, and after knowing his condition, he only said: "Don't worry, I will find someone to treat you." ”

At that time, Fu Yuanxiu felt that his father didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Also, if it is his beloved apprentice, the disciple who inherited the mantle of his Chinese painting is going to die, I am afraid that it will make Fu Chun more sad than his son.

He always felt that his father didn't love him.

But this moment ......

Fu Yuanxiu lost too much blood and was weak all over his body, but he clearly felt that the lungs in his body that seemed to have rotted were slowly healing.

The line of sight, which was already unclear, gradually became clearer.

Only then did he see Fu Chun's face clearly.

At the moment when he saw it clearly, Fu Yuanxiu was stunned.

In my impression, the middle-aged man who always has a straight face and a bad temper doesn't know when he started, and the figure that always stood straight has become rickety.

And he turned his back to him, as if he was as indifferent to him as ever.

But that back is faintly arrogant.

-

The lungs completely exploded, which was already a fatal condition for Fu Yuanxiu, let alone Fu Chun?

When Xue Xi completed the treatment with his ability, Fu Chun had already collapsed on another hospital bed and never woke up, this stubborn man with strong Chinese machismo characteristics, until he died, did not say a word to Fu Yuanxiu.

But looking at his kind face, everyone in the room, Fu Yuanxiu, needless to say, couldn't move because of excessive blood loss, but his face was already full of tears.

Qian Zheng next to him had red circles in his eyes and was secretly wiping his tears with his hands.

Even Xue Xi was moved.

She stared at the remains of painting, she had never enjoyed family affection since she was a child until she was eighteen years old, although she went home, but for Ye Li and Xue Sheng, she was not as deep and attached as ordinary children.

However, at this moment, four words suddenly flashed in her mind: father's love is silent.

"Bang."

Fu Yuanxiu struggled to fall from the hospital bed, his legs were weak, and he knelt in front of Fu Chun with a blackened look, his mouth trembled, and he shouted: "Dad!" ”

His voice choked, and he slowly opened his mouth: "Dad, I never told you, in fact, I like Chinese painting very much, and the reason why I went to learn oil painting is just to work against you, which is a rebellious period...... Dad, open your eyes, I'll learn Chinese painting hard, okay? ”

The poignant voices caused Qian Zheng to stay in tears.

She stepped forward and wanted to help Fu Yuanxiu get up, but Fu Yuanxiu waved her hand: "I want to stay with my father for a while." ”

There were many, many things that he had not told his father.

Qian Zheng nodded, and before walking out of the ward with Xue Xi, the two of them turned back again, and when they saw Fu Yuanxiu crying bitterly, Xue Xi sighed: "It is indeed one of the tragedies of life that the son wants to raise but the parent is not there." ”

Qian Zheng also seemed to think of his father who died early, and nodded.

As soon as the two of them left the door of the ward, they saw a figure standing at the door, Fang Yi was staring at Xue Xi in shock at this moment, she had seen all the treatment process just now!

She shouted, "How do you know my healing? You, what the hell is your ability?! ”

Xue Xi tightened his jaw, and before he could answer, a scream with anger suddenly came from his side: "Fang Yi!! ”

(End of chapter)