Forced to Date a Big Shot

Xue Xi felt that all this was like a dream.

For the first time while she was awake, she clearly felt the flow of supernatural power in her body, like a stream of electric current, roaming freely throughout her body, as if trying to find an exit.

And this super power also clearly formed a step in her mind on how to use it. It was like thinking about a difficult problem, and she suddenly understood it.

At this moment, beside the hospital bed, 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 again firmly: "Are you ready?"

Fu Chun's eyes were firm and he nodded without any hesitation: "Yes."

Xue Xi looked at Fu Yuanxiu again, and then sighed silently. She closed her eyes, used the method that Jing Fei once taught her, held her breath and concentrated, put aside all thoughts, and used her powers to control the current flowing between Fu Chun and Fu Chun. It crossed Yuan Xiu's body back and forth.

-

On the hospital bed, Fu Yuanxiu was dying.

His face was sallow and speechless. When he was in the operating room, although he couldn't do anything, he still heard the doctors' conversation: "The cancer cells in his lungs have spread and the lungs are rotten." , I have hemoperitoneum and I can’t survive..."

"Give up the treatment. Give him a few painless injections and let him walk safely."

"There is still time to say goodbye to my family."

The pain in Fu Yuanxiu's body can no longer be felt due to his weakness. In other words, I don't know when he has read a theory that when people are frequently in danger of life, the brain will consciously abandon the painful nerves and instead use all its strength. People who have been fighting against death will not feel the pain.

Maybe so.

For example, right now, whenever he opened his mouth, blood would come out of his throat, so he couldn't say a word, but he still felt that he understood something.

Especially superpowers, superpowers, transfer of pain...

And Fu Chun said that he only had three months to live.

Fu Yuanxiu wanted to say, don't do this.

Don't use your sacrifice to save me!

But he couldn't speak. He could only look at the blurry figure - his father with eyes that were almost out of focus.

-

To Fu Yuanxiu, the word father is similar to that of teacher.

He is strict and always has a straight face. In his memory, he rarely sees his father smiling at him.

When he was a child, his nanny took care of his life, and his father only paid for it. He was obsessed with painting and paid little attention to his studies. After his results came out, he stared at the scores and hit the ruler: "I Why is Fu Chun's son so stupid? Stretch out your hand and hit him twenty times!"

This man used the harshest words and the most terrifying actions to express his anger.

At that time, Fu Yuanxiu was very obedient on the surface, but in his heart he was very rebellious and hated him.

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

Occasionally he would take a classmate home, but he would always be impatient. He would give him money and ask him to invite the classmate out for dinner, or he would get angry and make the classmate no longer dare to come.

Fu Yuanxiu is lonely and lonely.

He has no mother, and the nanny at home changes from time to time...

In this way, he grew up in an environment that lacked father's love and mother's love. Until the college entrance examination, when he was hesitant about what major to study, his father jumped out: "My son, Fu Chun, will of course study traditional Chinese painting! I will study traditional Chinese painting." Let’s spread our character and spirit to the world!”

But at that time, he felt rebellious for the first time. He sneered disdainfully: "Traditional Chinese painting is gone now, I want to learn oil painting!"

Fu Chun's hands were shaking with anger. When he took out the ruler again, Fu Yuanxiu snatched it away: "Hit, hit, hit, you know how to hit. Besides hitting, what else can you do to me? Dad, I really doubt, do you have any family ties? Or is only Chinese painting your true love? To you, am I an inheritance or a relative?"

Fu Chun was confused.

He won that protest.

After that, he embarked on the path of oil painting.

Later, he and Fu Chun respected each other like guests on the surface. Fu Chun got older little by little, and he grew up little by little. He had a gentle personality, but Fu Chun was still strict. In the eyes of outsiders, the two of them were like a tiger with no son, but Fu Yuanxiu knew that, Fu Chun hated himself because he did not learn traditional Chinese painting, and he had no apprentice to pass on what he had learned throughout his life.

A few years ago, when he was diagnosed with lung cancer, Fu Yuanxiu actually didn't pay much attention, because in his opinion, the person he was most worried about in life was Fu Chun.

But this father had a cold personality. After learning about his illness, 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 his beloved apprentice, the disciple who inherited his legacy of traditional Chinese painting, were to die, it would probably make Fu Chun more sad than his son.

He always felt that his father didn't love him.

But at this moment...

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

The sight that was originally unclear became gradually clearer.

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

The moment he saw it clearly, Fu Yuanxiu was stunned.

In my impression, that middle-aged man who always had a straight face and a bad temper suddenly became rickety from his figure that always stood upright.

And he turned his back to himself, seeming to be as indifferent to him as before.

But that figure from behind showed a faint hint of arrogance.

-

The lungs completely exploded, which was already a fatal condition for Fu Yuanxiu, let alone Fu Chun?

When Xue Xi completed the treatment with his superpower, Fu Chun had fallen on another hospital bed and never woke up. This stubborn man with strong Chinese masculinity characteristics never said anything to Fu Yuanxiu until his death. One sentence.

But looking at his kind face, everyone in the room-Fu Yuanxiu, needless to say, was too weak to move due to excessive blood loss, was already full of tears.

Qian Zheng next to her had red eyes and was secretly wiping her tears with her hands.

Even Xue Xi was moved.

She stared at Hua Hua's remains. She had never enjoyed any family affection from childhood to the age of eighteen. Although she returned home, her feelings for Ye Li and Xue Sheng were not as deep and attached as those of ordinary children.

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

"boom."

Fu Yuanxiu struggled and fell from the hospital bed. His legs were weak, and his eyes were black as he knelt in front of Fu Chun. With his mouth trembling, he shouted: "Dad!!"

His voice was choked and he spoke slowly: "Dad, I have never told you. In fact, I like Chinese painting very much. The reason why I went to learn oil painting was just to compete with you. It was my rebellious period... Dad, please open the door." Eyes, I’ll study Chinese painting, okay?”

The shrill sounds made Qian Zheng burst into tears.

She stepped forward and wanted to help Fu Yuanxiu stand up, but Fu Yuanxiu waved his hand: "I want to stay with father for a little longer."

He still had many, many things that he had not told his father.

Qian Zheng nodded, and before walking out of the ward with Xue Xi, the two of them looked back again. Seeing Fu Yuanxiu crying bitterly, Xue Xi sighed: "It is indeed one of the tragedies of life that you want to raise a child but your mother is not there."

Qian Zheng seemed to be thinking of his father who died young and nodded.

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

She shouted: "How do you know my healing skills? You, what on earth is your superpower?!"

Xue Xi tensed her chin, but before she could answer, an angry scream suddenly came from her side: "Fang Yi!!!"