For Lin Yi, it is not surprising that he has such an emotional reaction, because he is a person who values his dignity very seriously, so he will never tolerate others' infringement of his privacy. And at this point, he may
It is more important than whether Dong Jie is his biological daughter.
Therefore, I felt that I had to clarify something to him immediately, "Uncle Lin, we just think this is very possible. Of course, this matter has not been confirmed yet, which is actually the reason why I came to you to talk about this matter.
?If you think you need to confirm it, this matter is also very simple. If you think it is unnecessary, or it is simply impossible, then this matter will stop here. What do you think?"
His face suddenly looked much better. Then he asked me, "Is Dong Jie still working in Ning Xiangru's company now?"
I shook my head, "Dong Jie had a mental problem. After being treated in the hospital for a period of time, he returned to work in Ning Xiangru's company because Wu Yaru was worried that Dong Jie's condition would become more serious if he stayed in the hospital for a long time or had nothing to do. But
Dong Jie's condition did not improve much after working for a period of time. She kept herself alone in the office all day and did not interact with others. Just recently, Ning Xiangru decided to take the case again after discussing with Wu Yaru.
She was sent back to the hospital."
He looked at me in astonishment, "Is there a mental problem? Why?"
This is the most difficult question for me to answer. Before I came here, I also thought about how to answer the question if he asked about this, but I never fully thought about it. But one thing I am sure of,
That is, you must not tell him what happened between Dong Jie and me. I said: "I don't know the details. It is probably caused by several reasons. One is that she did not enter college, and then Wu Yaru paid her to go
The store failed again, and then she worked as a model at the Academy of Fine Arts, and then went to work for a period of time in the company in my hometown. Later, Wu Yaru felt that it was too far, so I went to find Ning Xiangru. I thought it might be possible
It was caused by her low self-esteem and the tremendous pressure she felt after working in the company. Nowadays, the whole world is unclear about the cause of mental illness, so this issue is difficult to say."
He seemed to have been listening attentively while I was talking about this, but I felt that he seemed to be a little distracted. It wasn't until I finished talking that he suddenly asked me, "Wait, what did you say? She
Have you ever been a model in an art academy? The kind where you take off your clothes and let others paint?"
I nodded, "Wu Yaru teaches at the Academy of Fine Arts, so I asked her to do that job. Actually, it's nothing, right? Maybe our concepts are different from hers. But I think it's understandable. This is different from what's happening in the hospital.
It’s almost the same to use a patient as a teaching object, it’s all for the purpose of talent cultivation, not to mention that modeling is also a job.”
He immediately interrupted me, "This is not a matter of concept, okay? Who in the world would let his niece do such a job? Wu Yaru, was she crazy at that time?"
I hurriedly said: "I can see that Wu Yaru has always been very concerned about Dong Jie. He really cares."
He said coldly: "Really? Now that she is married, she has put her niece in a mental hospital. Is this called caring?"
I was silent for a moment, because I knew that nothing I said at this time would be of any use, and I also had a vague feeling: maybe Ning Xiangru and I's guess was true.
But it is impossible for me to ask him directly. I have already told him the matter in detail, and the next thing depends on his own opinion. I believe that I have made it very clear to him, and he should not
They will again suspect that Ning Xiangru and I have any bad intentions.
Therefore, I think staying silent at this time is the best way.
He finished smoking the cigarette and then put it in the ashtray. This was the first time I saw him act so rudely.
In the past, whether he was smoking or extinguishing the cigarette butt, his movements were calm and elegant, and his gesture of holding the cigarette between his fingers was very beautiful. After taking a few puffs, he would gently shake the ashes.
Fall into the ashtray, and then slowly rotate on the edge of the ashtray, letting the ash that has not been shaken off from the cigarette butt fall away bit by bit during the slow rotation. He also uses that kind of rotation every time he finishes smoking.
His movements extinguished the last spark at the cigarette butt... In my impression, he has always been so calm and elegant, and it is not an affectation. It should be a habit he has developed over the years.
At the same time, it can also reflect his inner state at every moment.
I remember one time a long time ago, he said to me while smoking: "A man must smoke to look more manly."
I laughed at that time, "I'm a doctor and I don't smoke. And many doctors in our hospital don't smoke."
He smiled and said: "That's because your profession restrains your desire to be more masculine. This doesn't count. But many surgeons in your hospital smoke, right? This also shows that surgeons are more pursuing male desires.
Freedom and relief. It also shows that physicians, including you, the obstetrician and gynecologist, are the same. In fact, you are all suppressing your own natural desire for freedom and relief."
At that time, he was sitting opposite me, with the cigarette burning between his fingers. He was so leisurely, so mysterious, so calm, so calm. Even a little deep, a little lazy, a little obsessed.
I don’t know why, but at that moment I was immediately infected by his elegance. The smoke between his fingers was rising repeatedly, like many question marks in the future, requiring his consideration and judgment. When the smoke gradually dissipated
At that moment, it seemed that he was suddenly brought back to reality from his dream, but the permanent style and fantasy in his heart still remained.
I once heard someone say -
Men who smoke have pain. In other words, only men with pain like to smoke or smoking starts from pain. So some people say that men who smoke should be like phoenixes in Nirvana, suffering from labor pains and tearing.
, rebirth in the cry. If you choose to smoke, you also choose the poignancy of this destruction.
Smoking is a kind of harm, but men never tire of it. The reason is that men want to use this gentle and soft harm to forget the heartbreaking pain deep in their thoughts.
In fact, love is also a kind of injury, but men always find happiness in such injury.
At this time, the smoke is no longer a simple, pure smoke. It is the rolling wave in the man's heart, the gentle beach, the peak of lust, and the beautiful valley. Smoking has become an indispensable dependence and psychology in life.
needs.
Smoke is also a kind of separation. Because of its short life, it appears more beautiful and sad. It is like a flash in the pan. This kind of separation is even more precious.
There are countless separations in a man's life, just like the cigarettes one after another. Some have just been lit, some only smoke a little, and some have burned most of them. But there are very few that can stay with them throughout their lives.
A man's life is also short, just like the burning of a cigarette, every inch is extremely precious. The arrogance of youth, the confusion of middle age. Even the wet warmth of holding her hand, and the romance of growing old together.
, all disappeared in the blink of an eye, becoming a cruel force of wind, sword, snow and sword.
Being old is just like the burnt out cigarette.
It's a pity that I don't know how to smoke, so I can't really feel this artistic conception. I also tried to learn to smoke, but my attempt was defeated by waves of violent choking.
At this time, he lit another cigarette, which once again immersed him in the light blue smoke. But at this time, he had returned to his original composure and elegance. Looking carefully, I suddenly
I noticed that there seemed to be a drop of moist crystal in the corner of his eye.
He sighed and then said to me: "Feng Xiao, thank you for telling me this."
I hurriedly said: "Uncle Lin, I just hope to do something for you. Including Ning Xiangru, you should be very clear about her intentions, right? She has no ill intentions and just wants you to feel that your life is more perfect.
.”
But he still sighed: "Even if this child is really my daughter, her current situation will only make me worry more. Where does perfection come from? Oh! But this world is always like this.
, nothing is so perfect...God just likes to joke with us, always trying to create some flaws in us, as if this is the perfection in God’s heart!”
At this time, I couldn't help but asked him tentatively, "Uncle Lin, Dong Jie, is it really possible that she is your daughter?"
He was still sighing, "If it is, it is a huge mistake, no, it should be a huge joke. Alas!" (To be continued)