Xue Xi felt that all this was like a dream.

For the first time when she was awake, she clearly felt the flow of supernatural powers in her body, like a stream of electric current, wandering around the whole body wantonly, as if she wanted to find an exit.

And this sub-ability, clearly in her mind, formed a step of how to use it, just like thinking about a problem, suddenly opening her mind, she suddenly realized it.

At this moment, by the bedside, the doctors had given up treatment and wanted to give their relatives some time to talk. Xue Xi held Fu Yuanxiu's hand with one hand and Fu Chun's hand with the other.

She looked at Fu Chun and asked with certainty: "Are you ready?"

Fu Chun looked firm and nodded without hesitation: "Yeah."

Xue Xi looked at Fu Yuanxiu again, and then sighed silently. She closed her eyes and used the method Jing Fei had taught her to hold her breath and put all her thoughts aside, controlling the current in Fu Chun and Fu with her abilities. Yuan Xiu swept back and forth.

-

Fu Yuanxiu was dying on the hospital bed.

His face was sallow at the moment, and he was speechless. When he was in the operating room, although he could not do anything, he still heard the doctors’ conversation: "His lung cancer cells have spread and his lungs are rotten. , There is blood in the abdominal cavity and can't live anymore..."

"Give up the treatment, give him a few injections without pain, and let him walk safely."

"There is still time to be alone with the family."

Fu Yuanxiu’s pain was no longer felt because of his weakness. Or, I don’t know when he read a theory that when people are in danger of life, the brain will consciously abandon the painful nerves, and instead go all out. Going to fight death? People don't feel pain.

Maybe it is.

For example, at this moment, if he just opened his mouth, he would vomit blood in his throat? So he couldn't say a word? But he still thought? He understood something.

Especially abilities, abilities, transfer pain...

What did Fu Chun say? He only has three months to live.

Fu Yuanxiu wants to say? Don't do that.

Don't use your sacrifice to save me!

But he couldn't speak, he could only look at the fuzzy figure-father with blurred eyes that had lost focus.

-

The word father? To Fu Yuanxiu? It's almost like a teacher.

He is harsh? He always does not fake colors on weekdays? He rarely sees his father smile at himself in his impression.

When he was a child? Was the nanny taking care of his life? Dad just paid for it. He was fascinated by painting and ignored his studies. After his grades came out, he stared at the scores on it? He hit the ruler: "I Fu Chun's son? Why is he so stupid? Reach out? Hit twenty!"

This person? Expressed his anger in the harshest language and the most terrifying action.

At that time, Fu Yuanxiu was very obedient on the face? But in fact, he was very rebellious and hated him.

It seems that he is not interested in anyone in this world except for painting. He often goes out to gather the wind, often for a month. Even at home, he often stays in the studio.

Occasionally, he took his classmates home, he was always impatient, or gave him money, asked him to invite the classmates out for dinner, or made a fuss, so that the classmates would never come again.

Fu Yuanxiu is lonely and lonely.

He does not have a mother, and the babysitter at home also changes for a long time...

He just grew up in an environment lacking fatherly and maternal love. Until the college entrance examination, when he hesitated and didn’t know what major to study, his father jumped out: "My son, Fu Chun, of course is studying Chinese painting! Propagation of the spirit of strength, spread to the world!"

But at that time, he gave birth to anti-skeleton for the first time, and he sneered disdainfully: "Chinese painting is gone now, I want to learn oil painting!"

Fu Chun's hand trembles angrily. When he took out the ruler again, Fu Yuanxiu grabbed the ruler: "Hit, hit, hit, you know hit hit, what else can you do to me besides hitting people? Dad, I really doubt, do you have family affection? Or, only Chinese painting is your true love? I, to you, is it a heritage or a family member?"

Fu Chun was dumbfounded.

In that protest, he won.

After that, he took the road of oil painting.

Later, he and Fu Chun looked like a guest on the surface. Fu Chun was a little bit old, he grew up a little bit, he was gentle, but Fu Chun was still strict. In the eyes of outsiders, the two were tiger fathers and no dogs, but Fu Yuanxiu knew that, Fu Chun hates himself because he did not study Chinese painting, and no apprentice in his life can pass it on.

A few years ago, when lung cancer was detected, Fu Yuanxiu didn't really care much, because in his opinion, it was Fu Chun who was most at ease in life.

But this father has a cool personality. After learning about his condition, he only said: "Don't worry, I will find someone to treat you."

At that time, Fu Yuanxiu felt that his father didn't seem too anxious.

Also, if it is his beloved disciple, the disciple who inherited his traditional Chinese painting mantle is going to die, I am afraid that it will make Fu Chun more sad than his son.

He always felt that his father did not love him.

But at this moment...

Fu Yuanxiu lost too much blood and was weak all over, but he clearly felt that the lungs in his body that seemed to have been rotten were slowly healing.

The line of sight, which had already been indistinct, gradually became clear.

Only then did he see Fu Chun's face clearly.

At the moment of seeing clearly, Fu Yuanxiu was stunned.

In my impression, the middle-aged man, who always had a straight face and bad temper, didn't know when, that figure that always stood upright was already rickety.

With his back to himself, he seemed to be indifferent to him as before.

But that figure from behind is faintly aloof.

-

The lungs were completely exploded. For Fu Yuanxiu, it was already a terrible condition, let alone Fu Chun?

When Xue Xi completed the treatment with his supernatural powers, Fu Chun had fallen on another hospital bed and never woke up again. This stubborn man with strong Chinese masculinity characteristics did not tell Fu Yuanxiu until his death. One sentence.

But looking at his kind face, everyone in the room-Fu Yuanxiu needn't say much, because he lost too much blood, which made him weak and unable to move, but his face was already full of tears.

Qian Zheng, who was next to him, had red eyes and was wiping away tears with his hands.

Even Xue Xi was moved.

She stared at the painted remains. She had never enjoyed family affection since she was a child until she was eighteen. Although she went home, she was not as deep and attached to Ye Li and Xue Sheng as ordinary children.

However, at this moment, four words suddenly flashed in her mind: Father's love is silent.

"boom."

Fu Yuanxiu struggling to fall off the hospital bed, his legs were weak, he knelt in front of Fu Chun with black eyes, his mouth trembled, and he shouted, "Dad!!"

He choked in his voice and slowly opened his mouth: "Dad, I have never told you before. Actually, I like Chinese painting very much. The reason why I went to learn oil painting was just to work against you. It was a rebellious period... Dad, you open it. Eyes, I study Chinese painting, okay?"

The stern voices caused Qian Zheng's tears to stay behind.

She stepped forward, trying to help Fu Yuanxiu get up, but Fu Yuanxiu waved her hand: "I want to stay with my father for a while."

He still has a lot of words, and he has not told his father.

Qian Zheng nodded, and before they walked out of the ward with Xue Xi, the two looked back again and saw Fu Yuanxiu crying, Xue Xi sighed: "The absence of a relative but a child is indeed one of the tragedies of life."

Qian Zheng seemed to think of his father who had died young, and nodded.

As soon as the two of them left the door of the ward, they saw a figure standing at the door. At this moment, Fang Yi was staring at Xue Xi in shock. She had seen everything during the treatment just now!

She yelled: "Why do you know my healing skills? You, what is your ability?!"

Xue Xi tensed his chin and did not answer yet. An angry scream suddenly came from his side: "Fang Yi!!!"