Mu Shiqin loosened his tie, put one hand in his suit trouser pocket, and asked in a low voice, "How is Xiaoye?"
Chu Feiyang pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, put away his frivolous look, and said seriously, "This child is in some bad health, and he is considered malnourished. There are obvious traumas on his wrists, but fortunately there is no infection or inflammation."
The symptoms healed quickly. In addition to the psychological illness, there was also an eye problem. However, according to his current physical condition, he cannot have surgery for prosthetic eyes for the time being. If he wants to install prosthetic eyes, he must at least wait.
After being in good health."
Mu Shiqin took a step forward, missed Chu Feiyang's body and looked at Xiao Ye who was sitting quietly in the room. There was a look of distress between his eyebrows. "Feiyang, do you think it is possible to transplant the cornea, or regenerate it?"
I can make Xiaoye see it again..."
"It's impossible..." Chu Feiyang said decisively, "If it's just the cornea that's damaged, it's still possible for him to regain his sight. But, you also saw... his left eye is completely gone..."
Mu Shiqin's expression became solemn, and sadness and self-blame slowly appeared on his face.
Chu Feiyang glanced at me, then walked into the room holding Mu Shiqin's shoulders.
I was just about to follow, but I was stopped by Chu Feiyang's gentle smile. He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose habitually, "Can you make me a cup of coffee? One sugar, no milk. Thank you."
I was startled, then nodded knowingly. I didn't forget to close the door before leaving.
I'm not a fool. I can see that Chu Feiyang wants to get rid of me on purpose.
Coffee is just a cover. There is no need to be stupid and actually make coffee.
I quietly leaned against the ajar door, slowed down my breathing, and listened quietly to the movement in the room.
Mu Shiqin was the first to speak, with a slight displeasure: "Why did you send Ruoxi away? If you have anything to say, just say it."
Chu Feiyang coughed twice and smiled mysteriously, "I don't mean anything else. I just have some words that I shouldn't let her hear."
"Just say whatever you want."
"Shiqin," Chu Feiyang changed his usual playful tone, looked at him seriously, and said, "Is this child really your son?"
My hand on the door panel shrank unconsciously, as if I wanted to grab something.
My breathing was a little quick, but I had to be careful.
I only heard Mu Shiqin in the room saying in a low voice, "What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting, I just feel like you and this kid are a little bit different from you."
"It doesn't look like it? It doesn't look like him in any way, but I think it's quite similar." Especially his personality is exactly the same as when he was a child.
Chu Feiyang scratched his hair and looked left and right. He was irritated and couldn't find a reason, and he was a little uneasy. "I can't explain why. I just advise you to do a DNA test to make sure everything is foolproof."
Mu Shiqin looked at Xiao Ye who had been looking straight out of the window without making a move.
He frowned slightly and thought thoughtfully for a while. He stopped talking...
I quietly left the door. I walked to the balcony, took out my cigarette, and lit it skillfully.
The faint blue fire has the color of jumping life. The moving ice blue, the orange that warms the heart.
I wanted to just keep staring, but I was afraid of burning my eyes. In the end, I could only look away.
He held the cigarette in his hand, took a sip, and inhaled the strong tobacco smell of nicotine into his lungs. Then he exhaled it gently, and the smoke billowed into the endless night, and finally dissipated.