After falling into the shadow's trap

This English name...

Xi Heng pinched the business card and looked at it for a long time, his almond eyes opened wide, and he glanced back and forth between the business card and his uncle.

——Isn't this the name on the hanging picture in the restaurant? !

The internet celebrity restaurant she and Qi Yu went to last time, are all the paintings of Xi Zhongjing hanging in the shop? ? ?

Xi Heng opened his mouth wide in surprise, unable to speak, and stammered: "You, you..."

In her current impression, Xi Zhongjing was almost completely unfamiliar to her.The only thing that has vaguely appeared in him is his still young memory.

He seems to be holding a paintbrush with little Xi Heng to play with paint, smearing a piece of white paper in a mess.

He also praised Xi Heng for his talent, that he could paint so beautifully even casually.

Could it be, could it be that my uncle is actually such a powerful painter?

However, why did the parents never mention it?

Xi Heng unconsciously looked at his mother.

Mother Xi closed her eyes tiredly and didn't look at her, but as if she knew she was full of doubts, she waved her hand: "If you have something to say, go out and talk, don't disturb your father."

"Sister-in-law, I'm going out first."

After finishing speaking, Xi Zhongjing poured a glass of water for Xi's mother and put it beside him, then walked lightly out of the ward door.

Xi Heng hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Mom, I'll come in later" and followed her out.

She pushed open the door and saw Xi Zhongjing leaning against the wall, biting the unlit cigarette stuck between her fingertips.

She walked over and said awkwardly: "Uncle..."

"I'm getting older, and I'm quitting smoking." Xi Zhongjing smiled at her.

When he smiled, the creases at the corners of his eyes were similar to those of his father.

Xi Heng endured it for a while, but still couldn't hold back his head full of questions, and asked cautiously: "Well, you just said about painting..."

She stopped, thought for a while, and changed the question: "...Actually, I saw your paintings in a western restaurant before."

The other party seemed not expecting this, raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, bit the filter and mumbled: "The owner of that shop is my friend, so it's a friendly help."

Friendly help?Boss helping you or you helping the boss?

Thinking of the reviews of the restaurant on the Internet, only occasionally someone would mention the paintings on the wall and praise the taste of the boss... Xi Heng swallowed the question silently.

Seeing her hesitant expression, Xi Zhongjing rolled up the cigarette, made a motion of throwing a ball, and threw it into the trash can next to him, showing no airs of elders at all.

Ignoring his age, just judging from his behavior and demeanor, he looks like a young man in his twenties.

"Do you want to ask why your dad never told you that he has a younger brother who can draw?"

Xi Heng grabbed his fingers, pursed his lips and nodded: "Since uncle is so powerful, why doesn't my dad let me draw? Even..."

"Even kicked you out of the house?"

Xi Heng was taken aback.

Xi Zhongjing rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, rarely showing a serious expression, and slowly said: "It's a long story, and what happened to you is all my fault."

Her uncle then told her about the past.

Xi Heng's grandparents only had two sons, and the family conditions were average back then, but they still insisted on supporting the two brothers to study.

Xiheng's father has good grades, but his temper is just like her grandfather's. He is very stubborn and a bit stubborn, but he is serious in his work; and her uncle is just the opposite of Xi Zhongwen, with average grades and a lazy person. To put it mildly It's doing whatever you want, and it's irresponsible to put it bluntly.

Fortunately, Xi Zhongjing is not interested in pornography, gambling and drugs, but only likes painting.

At that time, the whole family supported his painting, so he, like Xi Heng now, became a fashionable freelancer and set up a studio in a grand manner.

Everything was fine.

But unfortunately, the economic crisis soon swept across, and all walks of life were depressed, let alone a job with poor anti-risk ability like Xi Zhongjing.His studio soon couldn't continue, and he owed a lot of debts.

Not only was he in debt, he also ran away.

It wasn't until the debt collectors came to the house that the family knew that Xi Zhongjing had made such a big mess.This incident made Xi Heng's grandparents and parents very angry, and they couldn't find anyone else, so they had to fill the hole for him first.

Even the fact that Xi Zhongjing took painting as a profession made them extremely dissatisfied.

As for Xi Zhongwen himself, he worked in a state-owned enterprise after graduation, and his job was stable, even in the face of layoff crisis, he was calm and calm.In contrast to the two, he was naturally displeased with Xi Heng's choice of such an unreliable path.

After Xi Zhongjing ran away, there was no news for many years. Naturally, no one wanted to mention him. That's why Xi Heng didn't remember that he had an uncle.

After finishing speaking, Xi Zhongjing touched his pocket and took out an empty cigarette case. He sighed and threw it into the trash can.

Only then did Xi Heng know that there was such a thing back then.

Looking at the uncle standing in front of her, she just felt stunned and speechless. She couldn't say a word for a long time, and there was a surge of anger in her heart.

She had thought of thousands of reasons in her mind, even the outrageous guess that she was not her parents' biological daughter.

But she never expected that the cause of such a big conflict with her parents would be blamed on Xi Zhongjing in the end!

The source is actually in this person who she has no impression of before!

Xi Heng's chest heaved violently twice, sat down on the chair, pinched the armrest, closed his eyes and suppressed the urge to yell.

As if he couldn't feel it, Xi Zhongjing comforted him casually: "I've been famous for so many years, besides, the times are different now, don't worry, I'll just help you persuade your parents."

I just felt that my eyes were dark, and Xi Heng seemed to be able to understand the feelings of his family members when they learned that Xi Zhongjing ran away due to debts, and the strong anger burned in his heart.

Almost burned her head unconscious!

Xi Zhongjing, does he not realize how much trouble and distress he has caused to others? !

Unable to bear it any longer, Xi Heng stood up abruptly, and was about to argue with him when the cell phone in his pocket vibrated twice.

At the same time, a bell rang.

It was the special notification tone she set for Lan Xingyue.

Anger was simmering in his chest, Xi Heng froze in place, and chose to reply to Lan Xingyue first.

From the time she received her mother's call to now, she was completely in chaos, and she never cared to look at her phone.

The movement of Xi Heng to open the lock screen was not calm, as if he was going to smash the screen with force.

The phone page still stays in the chat box of the two.

Lan Xingyue: I'm finally resting

Lan Xingyue: I'm so tired today, I want a kiss

Lan Xingyue: I'm really looking forward to Xiao Xi's gift

After reading a few messages, Xi Heng finally calmed down and replied to Lan Xingyue slowly.

Xi Heng: Kiss, kiss, give you two

Xi Heng: Sorry...

Xi Heng: I planned to see you tomorrow, but my father was sick and hospitalized, and I...

Before she could finish speaking, Lan Xingyue made a voice call.

"Xiao Xi, how is your father doing now?" Her voice was full of urgency and worry, "Is he in Jiangcheng Hospital? I know a doctor..."

Hearing her voice, Xi Heng's nasal cavity was sore and his eyes were red.

She sniffed: "It's okay, there is no danger to life..."

Lan Xingyue on the other end of the call heaved a sigh of relief.

Xi Heng felt sorry for her exhaustion from filming, and didn't want her to worry: "How is your filming today, is there anything interesting?"

"Yes." Knowing that she was in a bad mood, Lan Xingyue shared something interesting, "I was filming by the lake today, and a large group of pigeons flew over..."

Xi Heng chatted with her, his complexion improved, unconsciously revealing a trace of sweetness in love.

Xi Zhongjing was playing with his mobile phone beside him.

Kara.

The door of the ward was pushed open again.

Seeing her mother coming out, Xi Heng and Lan Xingyue said a few words, then hung up the phone in a panic.

Mother Xi glanced at her, and said in a calm tone, "Are you in a relationship?"

"..." Xi Heng laughed dryly, did not speak, nor shook his head in denial.

"Okay, you go home and get two sets of clothes, and then I'll go."

Seeing Xi Heng with eyes that seemed to see through everything, she felt frightened, so she quickly agreed.

The bed for the escort in the hospital was small and narrow, and the bed boards were also hard. Xi Heng didn't sleep well all night, and woke up several times in the middle, and simply opened his eyes and waited for dawn.

The bedside instrument glowed faintly, and Xi Heng stared sideways at his father.

In the past few years of living alone, she always felt that the time of her parents was frozen, and the impression of them in her mind was always stuck in the time when she was still young.

Even after going to university, their hair has turned dazzling white. She doesn't know why, but she still feels that her parents will not age.

Because of this, she was able to confront them without any scruples, and then rushed out of the house carrying the box.

But maybe, Xi Heng felt that he had realized it a long time ago, but he just refused to admit it, and finally became a coward who chose to escape.

She didn't want to face the cruel years, and she didn't want to think about the possibility of losing her parents.

That's why I almost never went home, and only dared to send greetings occasionally on the phone and WeChat when I didn't see each other.

Xi Heng buried his face in the pillow.

After an unknown amount of time, the light coming in from the window awakened her again.

She sat up, packed her things, turned to look at the hospital bed, and then froze.

Xi Zhongwen didn't know when he woke up, and looked at her quietly.

"...Dad." Xi Heng put down the towel in his hand, rang the bedside bell, and then dragged a stool to sit down.

Her father blinked and pointed to the water glass on the table.

Xi Heng quickly stood up again, fed him some water, and carefully wiped his lips with a wet cotton swab.

The doctor quickly came in for an examination. After asking a few questions, he looked at Xi Heng: "It looks good at the moment, and I will go for a detailed examination in the afternoon."

She nodded, took note of the precautions the doctor said, and was about to call her mother.

"Ah Heng..." The person on the hospital bed moved his mouth and called out weakly.

Xi Heng paused.

It's been a long time since her dad called her that.

After a moment of silence, her voice was hoarse, and she replied, "Hey, I'm here, Dad."

This seems to be some kind of mysterious code that does not need to be agreed, Xi Heng knows that he and his father can get along peacefully.

At the same time, she knew he knew it too.

After staying in the hospital for three days, Xi Zhongwen insisted on leaving the hospital.

After getting a positive answer from the doctor, Xi Heng reluctantly agreed.

Xi's mother supported him, Xi Heng and his uncle followed behind with their luggage, walked through the long corridor of the hospital, and left the hospital full of disinfectant smell.

Xi Zhongjing drove, and Xi Heng and his father sat in the back seat.

There was a small distance between the two of them, as if they were not used to it, their postures were stiff and awkward.

When he got downstairs, Xi Heng wanted to send him up, but was refused.

"It's been delayed for so many days, you go back," my father blocked her outstretched hand, glanced at her and quickly moved away, "Don't delay your work."

Xi Heng's hand was still in the air.

She blinked slowly, unable to believe what she heard.

When she recovered, her father had already entered the corridor.

As if knowing that she was still there, he waved his hand again: "Come to my house for dinner when you have time, and you can bring your partner."