Tianguang [entertainment circle]

Jiang Yuan's sleep was shallow, and he felt someone walking towards him.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he met Jiang Songhai's gaze.

Jiang Yuan knew that he would not care about anything related to her, so he simply raised his finger and pointed to the opposite ward, signaling that Jiang Yingzhou was inside.

Jiang Songhai didn't say much, just nodded flatly.

He stood outside the ward, looking in through the glass door.

The old man's head was wrapped with gauze, and the medical staff had replaced it with a new one at noon.

Looking around, Jiang Songhai didn't see the medical staff, and looked at Jiang Yuan again.

"Where's the doctor?"

Xin Ye was awakened by the sound, and turned his face away from Jiang Yuan's shoulder with sleepy eyes.

The uncle in front of him is gentle and gentle, his facial features are three points similar to Jiang Yuan's.A simple polo shirt seems to be much more precious to him.He was holding the jacket in one hand at this moment, and raised his other hand to look at the time on the watch.

"Take me to the doctor now."

With a cold tone, he didn't say a word of address to Jiang Yuan.

As if they were just strangers.

Jiang Yuan seemed to be used to it, and softly said to Xin Ye, "Wait here for me", then stood up and led Jiang Songhai away.

No matter how slow Xin Ye is, he can still react. This uncle is Jiang Yuan's father.

When she silently looked at this man who looked about 40 years old, he also looked over lightly.

It seems to be guessing something.

But soon he withdrew his gaze and followed Jiang Yuan forward.

When they came out 5 minutes later, both of them had put on protective clothing, gloves and shoe covers, and followed the doctor to the ward.

Xin Ye knew that this was not the time to intervene, so he obediently sat on the seat in the corridor, watching Jiang Yuan walk into the ward and close the door.

There was a faint smell of alcohol in the ward.

The footsteps that could be heard in the corridor just now and the noise of the patients seemed to be blocked by a huge glass cover as soon as they entered the ward.The whole space was so quiet that only the sound of the instrument "beep beep" remained.

Jiang Songhai didn't wait for the doctor to speak, and knelt down beside the bed, looking at Jiang Yingzhou who was connected to several pipes.

After about five steps, Jiang Yuan leaned against the wall and watched quietly.

The old man's eyes were tightly closed, and his face paled a lot.

She couldn't tell what was in her heart right now.But she thought that if the old man opened his eyes and sat up from the bed immediately, she would definitely go and hug him.

Jiang Songhai was discussing his condition with the doctor.He glanced at Jiang Yuan who was leaning against the wall: "Come and listen together."

Jiang Yuan was slightly taken aback.

"No, I can hear it here."

Jiang Songhai lifted up the sleeves of the hospital gown for the old man, and massaged them one after another without raising his head: "Come here and do it."

Jiang Yuan had no choice but to walk over, lift up the other half of the old man's sleeve as he did, and massage.

After pressing for a while, Jiang Yuan found that the old man's fingers moved imperceptibly.

She was sure to press down all the way along the veins in the arm.

Sure enough, the old man's elbow also slightly raised in an arc visible to the naked eye, and then drooped down again.

Jiang Yuan looked up at the doctor: "What's going on?"

"Normal response of neurological function. The patient's right brain is slightly damaged, and the neurological function of the left half of the body will not be seriously affected."

At this time, Jiang Songhai was massaging the right half of the old man's body. No matter how hard he tried, the person on the hospital bed seemed unconscious.Jiang Songhai sighed: "How to cure paralysis?"

"Please rest assured that the patient's thrombectomy was successful. As long as the brain's nerve function is trained and stimulated every day, it can be cured effectively to a certain extent."

Jiang Yuan heard another meaning in these words: it cannot be completely cured.

After massaging the old man, Jiang Songhai chatted with the doctor again, and they left the ward together.

After changing the protective clothing, Jiang Yuan buttoned the top collar and walked out of the locker room. Xin Ye was obediently waiting at the door.

Those eyes looked at Jiang Yuan: "How is grandpa?"

"There is hope for recovery." Jiang Yuan replied.

She and Xin Ye walked back to the door of the ward side by side. At this time, Jiang Songhai had already settled down and sat in the corridor, holding a computer and looking at something.

Jiang Yuan asked: "You want to stay and accompany?"

"Yeah." Jiang Songhai didn't lift his head.

Originally thought Jiang Songhai would let him go with the next sentence, but he threw out a nonsensical sentence: "Take a look at this picture."

Jiang Yuan walked over and looked at the large picture that was clicked on the computer.

After seeing it for the first time, Jiang Yuan suddenly understood why Jiang Songhai asked her to come and see it.

She is very familiar with this photograph.

Among the photos that Jiang Yuan submitted for Universal Photography last year, this one is the most eye-catching: a monk walks slowly sideways, and the background of the picture is the junction of the church and the mosque.

The judges of Universal Photography analyzed her technique: the whole picture is shot flat with a large perspective and three-point composition, and the characters and two major architectural parts form a stable triangle.The tone and light and shadow are controlled just right, integrating religious aesthetics into the picture.

But Jiang Yuan's ability to win the newcomer award is far more than just technical superiority.

"This student selected this photo for his appreciation paper." Jiang Songhai didn't look at her. "Actually, not only this person chose your work."

Jiang Yuan roughly read the paper, all in English.

She skipped over the analysis of her technical techniques and focused on the theme.

This student analyzed deeply, analyzing the origin and history of several famous religions/religions in the world from the picture, describing the sense of collision they formed in the picture clearly and logically, and analyzing the universal philosophy of Chinese culture behind it from the movement and stillness etc.

In the closing paragraph, between the lines is the admiration and appreciation for Jiang Yuan.

After all, with Jiang Yuan's instant fame, almost no one among her peers is convinced by her.Even though there were many black fans in the past, there were also many fans who worshiped her photography skills.

"How's the analysis going?" Jiang Songhai asked.

"not bad."

Jiang Songhai nodded, grabbed the computer screen and began typing on the keyboard to rate.

Jiang Yuan can't see what's on the screen now, and doesn't want to know what grade Jiang Songhai gave.So he stood up and walked to Xin Ye's side: "Let's go."

"Tomorrow, Yinshan will return home, let's have a meal together."

No questioning, no rebuttal.

The steps under Jiang Yuan's feet froze, as if being entangled by a branch protruding from the ground.

She thought it was ridiculous.

The reason Jiang Songhai rushed back to China so quickly after receiving the message was simply because he was a dutiful son.Jiang Yuan already guessed that he would definitely buy the nearest flight ticket after seeing the information.

But Qiao Yinshan... Jiang Yuan didn't even think that she would return to China, let alone the three of them sat at the same table for dinner.

This woman is the one who hates the old man the most.

"You decide whether to come or not." After Jiang Songhai finished speaking, he shook his hand at her, indicating that she could leave.

On the way back with Xin Ye, Jiang Yuan was thinking about the reason why Qiao Yinshan would be willing to return to China.

If someone else said it, she might think it was just a rumor.But that was what Jiang Songhai said personally.

121 months, ten years and one month.

That woman has been away for ten years, will she return to China specifically for Jiang Yingzhou's illness?Maybe it just happened to be a business relationship or something important.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye stopped the car together, set off to Jiang Yingzhou's house, and drove away the car Jiang Yuan parked here yesterday.

Originally hesitant to go into the house to check on Fu Yu's situation, but Jiang Yuan still held back after all.

In this situation, let her calm down for a few days.

at this time.

Inside the house.

Fu Yu was kneeling on the ground, with a red palm mark on her face, and a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

Drop by drop, the blood dripped onto the cold bluestone floor.Her pupils were still dizzy and unable to focus, she just stared blankly at the ground where her head was turned.

The two men in black standing on both sides put her arms up again, forcibly turned her head, and looked directly at the woman who was sitting on the golden silk wooden armchair sipping tea leisurely.

The woman's flaxen-colored wavy hair hangs down on her chest, and the slim-fitting white pointed-collar shirt is lined in light yellow with bright pearl buttons.

Her legs were crossed, and under her straight white suit pants were a pair of diamond-like pointed high-heeled shoes.

Fu Yu stared at the woman nonchalantly.

She had already been slapped several times and lost consciousness. In the overlapping blurred images, she felt as if there was a small thing shining. Fu Yu squinted her eyes and locked her sight for a long time.Until it gradually became clear to the eyes, on the hand holding the handle of the teacup, a cold emerald venetian platinum ring was proudly wrapping around the woman's thumb.

A perfect match for that woman.

Fu Yu realized who she was, and her thoughts flowed back like a spring in an instant, her eyes widened in disbelief——

"Joe...Aunt Qiao..."

Qiao Yinshan took a sip of the tea, then put the teacup back into the saucer, his long and narrow eyes glanced at Fu Yu who was panicking at this moment.

"You seem to remember me?"

"Aunt Qiao, of course I remember you... Only you have been helping mom..." Fu Yu's voice trembled unconsciously.

She was too aware of how many deeds she had done under Qiao Yinshan's name over the years.Now that Qiao Yinshan came back quietly, he gave such a big gift as soon as he came... It means that she already knew everything about those things in detail.

"Fu Yu," Qiao Yinshan clicked his tongue, his brows and eyes were full of coldness, "I left that ring for you before I left, for the sake of Yin Na's last wish, so that you can pave the way for yourself. "

Fu Yu was trembling all over, not daring to raise her head to receive her gaze.

"But what's going on with these?"

The female secretary behind Qiao Yinshan put a stack of documents in her hands, and each piece of paper was filled with the nasty things Fu Yu had done in the past ten years.

She bent down slightly, took the stack of papers, and patted Fu Yu's face lightly one after another.

"Is it a little ignorant?"

The sound of the vehicle unlocking and starting suddenly sounded outside the courtyard.

The secretary became alert: "Joyson, someone is here."

Qiao Yinshan swept his eyebrows towards the closed door.Several bodyguards also squatted by the door, waiting to catch each other at any time.

However, after the vehicle started, it drove straight away without any pause.The female secretary still did not relax her vigilance, and signaled two plainclothes bodyguards to dig out of the house and patrol the neighborhood.

Qiao Yinshan remembered that when she came here just now, she saw an Infiniti parked in front of the house.

Don't know whose car it is.But stopping here should be someone Jiang Yingzhou knows.

Fu Yu's voice was dry, as if choking on blood: "Auntie..."

"Shut up." Qiao Yinshan stopped her coldly.

Fu Yu immediately didn't dare to say another word, and swallowed all the blood foam.

"I said before that you are not recognized as Yin Na's daughter." Qiao Yinshan looked gloomy, and turned to look at the female secretary behind him, "You can arrange it."

The female secretary adjusted her glasses and only thought for a few seconds.

"Joyson, Miss Fu's mental state is not good, her memory is seriously declining, and she is suspected of being mentally ill. In her last wish, Miss Qiao Yinna asked us to do everything we can to provide Miss Fu with what she needs. I think——

——Miss Fu should be sent to a mental hospital. "