The most beautiful disease

Han Xi asked in a strange manner, "Uncle Mu, who is this person...?"

Mu Zhiqin didn't pay attention to Han Xi's mood that was close to the edge of the cliff, and explained: "Oh, it's Mrs. Anderson's son just now. I seem to have just said it. What's wrong?"

Han Xi: "I want to ask... I want to ask... what is the relationship between this person and uncle, he..." In fact, he didn't know what he wanted to ask or what to confirm. The dust settled with the evening wind, it wasn't that he, a little guy, was able to open up the facts and set off turbulent waves after a lapse of more than ten years.

Mu Zhiqin seemed to see something was wrong from Han Xi's flickering eyes, and said in a serious tone: "We are in the same university, and we are good friends. Later, I was busy with the scientific expedition team and didn't have much contact. At that time I learned that he died of illness. Although he was indeed thin, he was never a sick person. I did not understand why he was suddenly ill for a long time, until later at his funeral, from Mrs. Anderson Knowing that it is hereditary, and fate comes, I am at a loss for words."

Mu Zhiqin thought he would just come and have a look and leave, and had no intention of holding an umbrella, but seeing Han Xi's expression, he seemed to know Kane. Although the continuous rain was soft, it would definitely not be comfortable. He held up the umbrella in his hand Umbrella to separate the two from Qiu Yu who doesn't know what to do, and continue to ask: "You seem to know him?"

Han Xi bit her lip, as if she was about to bleed: "Yeah. He seems to be my father."

"Crack!" A thunderbolt pierced the distant sky, and the continuous rain seemed to be suddenly paralyzed at a high level, pouring down from above uncontrollably, and crackling on the big black umbrella.

Mu Zhiqin's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe the fact that this little kid said, which was as unacceptable as thunder: "You...father? Kane? How is it possible, your mother...could it be...how could it be! No Possibly! Your mother won't be called Sonia, will she?"

Han Xi's pupillary sphincter tensed. Suoya was her mother's previous English name. She knew it.

Mu Zhiqin turned his head to look at the tombstone in disbelief: I didn't expect, I didn't expect that you and him would have a child. What happened in the first place and why Sonia disappeared without a trace.

He didn't specifically look for Sonia. After all, this is a matter between other people. It would be unreasonable for him to intervene too much. He came back to his senses and said, "Why didn't your mother tell him or his family that there is you?" , why we couldn't find your mother later, what happened between your mother and your father?"

Questions like a cannonball shot into Han Xi's ears, but how did he know? He even just found out that the father who had been living in the photo album on his mobile phone had already passed away, but died of a heart attack.His mom never said a single thing between them.

Han Xi blinked her eyelashes, as if avoiding the topic a bit: "I don't know, I have to ask my mother."

Mu Zhiqin knew that he was too impatient. Although he really wanted to figure out the ins and outs of this, but he was not the protagonist, nor a supporting role, so he had to force himself to calm down. What he was facing was a teenage boy Young man, you can't leave the grievances of the previous generation to the next generation to bear. He mulled over and said, "Xixi," he stroked Han Xi's hair, "Since you are in New York, if you want to find out, go try it out. Try, I think you don't want to be kept in the dark for the rest of your life. If you want to know anything, call uncle." He stood up and helped Han Xi up together. "I want to know more people should be his parents. They I should also very much hope that you still exist. Go and see when you have time. Uncle can’t stay in the United States, and I will try to help if I can. After all... your father and I used to be the best friends."

Han Xi learned too much information that night, and it was difficult to digest for a while, so he nodded and did not answer.

The two turned and left the cemetery.Every step seems to weigh a thousand catties.

"Xixi! Come in quickly—" Before she was ready to ring the doorbell, Mo Ni went up to greet Han Xi, and happened to see a black car that took Han Xi home and left. Mo Ni looked at it for a moment, and then her eyes returned to Han Xi, "Did you bring an umbrella when it rained? Who is that person? Come in quickly."

He brought Han Xi in, handed him a dry towel, and asked again: "Who sent you back?"

Han Xi still didn't know where his thoughts were wandering, so he just said dully: "My former classmate's father came to New York for business, just happened to happen."

Mo Ni wiped his hair with a dry towel, because her back was facing Han Xi, and she didn't read anything from Han Xi's preoccupied face: "That's it. Auntie is just a little worried, let's take a bath first, Auntie brought the supper to your room, and my brother will be back soon."

Han Xi: "OK."

After taking a shower, the supper was already in the room, but Han Xi didn't have the appetite to eat, so he stared at his Chinese-style supper.Brother Sheng Guang will come back at nine or ten o'clock tomorrow night, which is earlier than the busy days before. After returning, Mo Ni will always prepare supper enthusiastically. Eat together, if already asleep, Sheng Guang will eat by himself.Every time it is Chinese food, Brother Sheng Guang said that he does not like to eat Western food all the time, and he is not used to it, so the chef at home changed a few that specialize in Chinese food.

Staring at it, I heard the sound of the door opening. Sheng Guang had already showered and was about to come in for supper.He wiped the half-dried hair on his forehead and went to the bathroom to find a hair dryer, and said, "Hee Xi, you eat first, don't wait for me. I heard from my mother that I went out to play with my classmates today? How is it? Are you used to it at school?"

Han Xi nodded. Although he knew that Sheng Guang couldn't see, he still nodded unconsciously: "I'm used to it." The voice didn't sound much different from before.

Sheng Guang came out after drying his hair. Seeing that Han Xi was still sitting at the table in a daze, he patted the back of his head with a smile: "I want to wait for my brother to eat together? Okay, I know you like me, eat quickly." Gu picked up the chopsticks.

Han Xi didn't move.

Sheng Guang realized that something was wrong with Han Xi before picking up the dishes with his chopsticks, so he put down his chopsticks and put his face in front of Han Xi: "What's wrong?"

Han Xi got up, grinned reluctantly and said, "I'm a little tired, go to bed first, good night." After speaking, he really dragged his tired body to the bed and fell asleep.

Sheng Guang: "..."

It seems that he didn't respond to teasing today.

Naturally, Sheng Guang couldn't eat on his own, stood up and walked to the head of the bed, squatted down to meet Han Xi's line of sight: "I took you to live with you when you were six years old, and I know what you look like before all your emotions explode. , you look like this and tell me that you are fine. Xixi, brother is the most trustworthy person in your world. In the past, you were unwilling to tell Auntie Han about many things. The first thing you thought of was me. I didn’t know me. How do you live after leaving you, but since you came to the United States to find me, I swear," he reached out and touched Han Xi's dozing face, "brother will be your eternal support. No matter what happy or unhappy things , tell your brother, okay?"

Han Xi closed his eyes hard, and turned his back to Sheng Guang.Sheng Guang had no choice but to turn his head to the other side of the bed. Unfortunately, that side was far away from Han Xi and could not reach the distance where he could have a heart-to-heart talk. good quilt.He leaned on the head of the bed, and under his hands was Han Xi's small head, which still smelled of the same shampoo as his. He stroked Han Xi's hair once and for all, as if he was stroking an animal It was raining outside, and the puppy was frightened by thunder.

I don't know how long it has been like this, Han Xi suddenly brought his head closer, buried his face on the outside of Sheng Guang's thigh, and wrapped his arms around his thigh, as if he was a big pillow, although it was always a human pillow.Han Xi gradually hugged her tightly, as if only in this way could she find a sense of security.

Sheng Guang couldn't help saying: "Xixi..."

Han Xi: "Brother, I saw my father."

What Sheng Guang just wanted to say got stuck on his tongue, so he had to listen quietly without disturbing, for fear that even a violent breath would interrupt Han Xi's finally brewing emotions.

Han Xi continued: "He has passed away. It should be said that he has passed away for a long time, maybe before I was born. I saw his tombstone today. It is the same as the photo on my mother's Weibo. I can't recognize it wrong. .”

Sheng Guang stroked his hand for a moment, then recovered, and continued to stroke his head: "So you want to understand everything in it but don't know where to start, should you go to inquire about it? Is it an old thing that has been dusty for a long time?"

Han Xi poked out a pair of eyes from under the quilt. He didn't know whether it was because he had been under the quilt for a long time or something. He blushed slightly: "Brother, Mom probably doesn't want me to know about this."

Sheng Guang smiled, bent down and shrank under the quilt, and moved his face closer to Han Xi, breathing audibly from each other: "Xi Xi, if Aunt Han didn't let go, she wouldn't agree with you to come to the United States, or stay away from your father Very close to New York."

It suddenly occurred to Han Xi that before leaving, his mother told him about her former university and told him that he could go and have a look at it.Why, he really didn't take this matter to heart at the time, and he didn't think about the meaning behind what his mother said, so his mother hoped that he would learn about his father's affairs, so it counted—is it considered to be one of his mother's wishes.

Sheng Guang lay down and held Han Xi in his arms: "Don't be afraid, I will always be the little cactus you don't want to leave behind."

The little cactus that can listen to you talk and cry.

The author has something to say: the liver, heart, spleen, lungs and kidneys hurt everywhere after being an onmyoji for a day! !

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☆、Chapter 42

"The Most Beautiful Disease" / Buddhist Brocade