nucmednet Chapter 367 Who do you look down on
Chapter 367 Who do you look down on
At the seaside, the sea breeze gently blew on the beach, and Mu Xiaoji pushed Jiang Chengyu in a wheelchair slowly to the big rock.
The sun shone on the stone, and the words on it looked mottled and old under the erosion of time. Mu Xiaoji reached out and gently stroked the words, his eyes full of affection and guilt.
He recalled how the little monster used to be. Jiang Chengyu was so pure and kind at that time, obeying him in every way and tolerant in every way. He just wanted to stay by his side, but such a small wish could not satisfy him.
At that time, I was deaf, blind, and heartless. I turned a blind eye to Little Monster's efforts and even forced him to take over Zidong International Group, which made Jiang Chengyu extremely sad and his hair turned white overnight.
Jiang Chengyu was injured and blind, but he was worried that he would have too many thoughts, so he lied to himself and told himself that he should stay in Qingshi Lane to treat his mother Shen Rou.
When he was in the hospital, he heard Rong Shishan say on the phone that his mother had been captured. He was worried that he would have to take the risk alone to save his mother, so he groped his way to Kuncheng by high-speed rail, despite being blind.
He almost paid the price of his life for his own sake. However, afterwards, your achievements were regarded as interests by others, and you were forced to give up the position of president of the Song Group that was revived from the dead.
You have lost everything, you are disheartened and come here alone. In just a few words, you can describe your sorrow and helplessness.
Chou Bao looked at Mu Xiaoji's back and asked softly, "Why did you bring us here? What's written on the stone?" After that, Chou Bao jumped up, used the small stones next to him, and stepped onto the big stone in a few steps.
The childish voice recited: "The world is vast, the mountains and rivers are vast, but there is no place for me to stay; where can I rely on, and where can I rely on?"
Chou Bao looked at Mu Xiaoji's sad face and asked softly, "Who wrote this? Could it be your handwriting?"
Mu Xiaoji looked down at the little monster sleeping in the wheelchair and said, "Little Daddy wrote it."
Chou Bao showed a surprised look: "Little Daddy? Why did he write such a sad poem? Judging from the handwriting, it has been a few years!"
"That's right. I didn't understand him and hurt him. He came here out of despair. He disappeared here for two years," said Mu Xiaoji.
Choubao asked, "Two years? Where did he go?"
Mu Xiaoji smiled bitterly: "The beautiful country is falling."
Chou Bao asked innocently, "Is it beautiful there? Why do you want to go to the mountain climbing machine?"
"I always thought he died by drowning, but my uncle told me that he had nowhere to go and fell asleep leaning on this rock without realizing it! He was swept away by the sea, and when he woke up, he was already in the mountain plane," recalled Mu Xiaoji.
"How did he come back later?" Choubao asked curiously.
"I went there to study medical technology, and performed surgery with him. I didn't expect that he could learn such fluent English in just two years. We communicated in English throughout the operation, and I didn't even recognize that the person I was looking for was right in front of me," said Mu Xiaoji.
Choubao's tender little face showed admiration. He looked at his little daddy and couldn't help but recite Rabindranath Tagore's "Life is like a Summer Flower" in fluent English:
I hear echoes from the valley and from my heart,
Harvesting empty souls with a lonely sickle,
Repeating determination and happiness over and over again,
There will always be an oasis swaying in the desert.
I believe in myself.
Born like a bright summer flower,
Unfading and unfading, seductive as fire,
Bearing the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing,
Have fun.
I hear music from moonlight and carcasses,
Auxiliary extreme bait to capture the ethereal beauty,
A life filled with intensity and purity,
There are always memories running through the world.
I believe in myself.
Death is like the quiet and beautiful autumn leaves falling,
Not prosperous or chaotic, with a posture like smoke,
Even if it withers, it still retains the pride of its plump flesh and clear bones.
Mysterious and mysterious.
I hear love, I believe in love,
Love is a pool of struggling blue algae.
Like a gust of sad wind,
Through my bleeding veins,
The faith that stays for years.
I believe everything can be heard.
Even foreseeing separation, meeting another self,
Some moments cannot be grasped.
No matter how you look east and west, what is gone will never come back.
Please look at the flowers on my hair, blooming all the way.
I often miss some things.
And deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow,
Prajnaparamita, one by one,
Live like a summer flower, die like an autumn leaf,
Still care about what you have?
"This is what my little daddy often read to me to put me to sleep. He told me that it is a modern poem that my dad liked, written by an Indian named Rabindranath Tagore," said Choubao.
Mu Xiaoji said with satisfaction: “Yes, Life is Like a Summer Flower depicts the vigor and tenacity of life, just like our journey in this world.
It tells us the beauty of life, that even in the face of storms, it can still bloom brilliantly.
The power of life is like a summer flower, which is indomitable and strives to grow in the face of adversity.
When I was your age, I was often bullied in kindergarten. Grandma Mu has always been in poor health, and I didn't want her to see the injuries on her body and worry about me.
I moved out and chose a dormitory in a quiet corner of the welfare home. Later, I became more mature and realized that I had no parents, which made me feel very inferior.
So I always called Mu Mama and Uncle Guo, and I didn't acknowledge them in my heart. I didn't acknowledge that they were my relatives and maintained a subtle emotional distance.
Uncle Guo and Mother Mu saw that I was stubborn and didn't argue with me. I secretly vowed in my heart that I must study hard and become a person like Uncle Guo, who has boundless love and cares for the world.
After graduating from junior high school, I took out a loan to start my first business, Huiying Bookstore.
My enlightenment teacher has reached retirement age, and during a family trip, he was involved in a car accident, and the family encountered unexpected changes.
Teacher Gu was so heartbroken that he chose to commit suicide. It was me who gave him hope and handed over Huiying Bookstore to him to manage.
He now has a place to stay, and I have money to go to college, so I kill two birds with one stone."
Chou Bao had changed his attitude towards Mu Xiaoji. He was just stubborn and didn't want to call him "Dad". Although he was curious, he asked directly in a soft voice: "Then how did you know Little Daddy?"
Mu Xiaoji looked at Chou Bao, his eyes full of complicated emotions. The sea breeze blew over, he took a deep breath, and said:
"It was a long and fantastic experience. In the orphanage, there was a lovely little girl who was very similar to me in temperament and personality.
At that time, I doted on her more like a younger sister. When I learned that my little aunt Youyou had leukemia, I rushed back to G City Hospital regardless of my studies. After replacing her blood serum and bone marrow, she fell into a coma.
In the coma world, I met my little daddy. He was a handsome hero in ancient times. We shared the same body and experienced many ups and downs together.
In order to save me, he borrowed the power of the old book spirit and followed me back to the modern times."
Mu Xiaoji paused, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "It was during the twists and turns of ancient times that little daddy taught me his inner strength and martial arts skills. At that time, we were very happy together, without worldly worries and troubles.
Now, he has returned to the space that belongs to his time, and I have no way to bring him back." Mu Xiaoji looked at the sunset at the seaside, and his heart ached.
When Chou Bao heard this, he frowned and said angrily, "You went through so much trouble just to tell me that little daddy won't wake up! What's your intention?"
Mu Xiaoji looked at Chou Bao, feeling helpless. He said softly, "Jiang Shuo, Little Daddy's situation is very complicated, and I have been looking for a solution. But I haven't found a way to get him back yet."
Chou Bao was unwilling to accept the fact. He turned his head to look at the endless sea and ignored Mu Xiaoji's words, which were difficult to tell whether true or false.
Mu Xiaoji also turned around and looked towards the seaside, and asked with concern: "It's windy at the seaside, and the tide is coming in. Are you tired? We are going to go home, can you still keep up?"
Chou Bao said with disdain: "Who are you looking down on?" After that, he jumped off the stone, covered Jiang Chengyu with the blanket warmly, and turned around and walked back where he came from.
Mu Xiaoji reminded loudly: "Go to the direction of the villa, that is Little Daddy's home."
Chou Bao stopped and looked back at Mu Xiaoji, asking in confusion: "Little Daddy has a home in Haijing? Why haven't I heard him mention it?"
Mu Xiaoji felt a pang of sadness in his heart and replied softly, "Yes, three years ago, due to a misunderstanding, he never came back to his home here."
Choubao didn't understand the meaning of Mu Xiaoji's words, but he still followed Mu Xiaoji's footsteps and walked into the villa.
Mu Xiaoji unlocked the door with his fingerprint, and Chou Bao pushed open the door, only to see a vast expanse of white inside. The furniture was covered with white sheets, and it looked like no one had lived there for a long time.
Choubao's eyes widened in shock, he looked around, and asked in a childish voice, "Would it be convenient for me to have a look around?"
"It's up to you." Mu Xiaoji said concisely.
Choubao excitedly ran around on the first floor of the villa. When he came to the east balcony, his eyes lit up instantly.
I saw the endless sea in the distance, the waves beating against the beach, sparkling in the sunlight.
The sea breeze blew gently, bringing the scent of the sea, making Choubao feel extremely comfortable.
He couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow, looking at the sea here is so artistic!"
Then, he turned and ran to the south, where a private swimming pool appeared in front of him. The water in the swimming pool was clear and transparent, with a faint blue light under the sunlight.
Choubao excitedly ran around the swimming pool, imagining himself swimming in it.
Then he continued walking around the first floor and pushed open the door of a room, which was filled with various fitness equipment.
When Chou Bao saw these equipments, his eyes lit up immediately. He could not wait to walk to the equipments and began to use his agile body to practice on the equipments.
He was running on the treadmill for a while, and then doing various exercises on the fitness equipment.
His face was filled with an excited smile, and he laughed happily from time to time. He was having a great time and was completely immersed in this fun-filled world.