Has the scumbag actor confessed?

Outside the pediatric intensive care unit of St. Martin's Private Hospital, Shen Xifeng quietly looked at the baby girl on the hospital bed through the glass window.

The translator and the attending doctor stood beside him, explaining in detail the current situation of the baby girl.

Shen Xifeng couldn't even understand those medical terms, so he interrupted their chatter and asked, "Is your life still in danger now?"

The translator murmured a few words with the doctor, and replied: "It still needs to be observed, but her brain injury is too serious, even if she survives, it will have an irreversible impact on the development of intelligence."

Shen Xifeng frowned, turned around, and suddenly looked at the white doctor beside him: "Do you know anything about heart transplantation?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, and replied cautiously: "I'm mainly in pediatrics, I don't know what kind of situation Mr. Shen wants to consult, I can ask our hospital..."

Shen Xifeng waved his hand and interrupted his words: "I just want to know, will a person who has received a heart transplant have any connection with the donor? For example, the longer they look, the more they resemble each other?"

"This...the academic community has not found a definite cause, but because the heart is one of the most important organs in the human body, there are indeed some patients who gradually have some behavior habits of donors after heart replacement surgery.

"For example, things that I didn't eat before, now I like to eat very much, and some patients even have the language ability of the donor. As Mr. Shen mentioned, it is also possible that the two people grow more and more alike."

Shen Xifeng listened silently, and after a while, he asked again: "Since the heart is so important, why does your medical profession allow patients to change their hearts? If someone else's heart is changed, is this person still himself? Will it become the original heart?" Parasitism of the owner of the heart? Or a derivative? Isn’t your behavior violating ethics?”

The doctor didn't expect Shen Xifeng to say these words, this VIP guest, he didn't dare to offend, he lowered his head and thought carefully before replying: "The main function of the heart is to provide pressure for blood flow, to provide sufficient pressure for organs and tissues. The blood flow of the blood, its essence is like a 'pump', it does not synthesize or create anything by itself. It is not like the brain, which can determine the uniqueness and uniqueness of a person, so..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Xifeng shook his head and walked out of the corridor.

Asking what these can mean does not solve the current problem of liking.

On the taxi back to the hotel, Shen Xifeng leaned against the back of the chair, so tired that he couldn't lift his eyelids, but his mind was still repeating the conversation Chen Can had with him an hour ago.

-heart transplant?Does Zhong Yi know about this?

-He...he should know, our close friends all know, Minhua, Minhua...

- When Zhongyi's father found Anna, what was his relationship with Zhongyi?

- At that time... I remember that Zhong Yi moved to live in school after Xiaoqing's funeral, and Minhua's sister took him home from school to take care of him.

-...I have seen photos of Anna, she looks quite similar to Zhong Yi's mother, is this a condition for receiving a heart transplant?

-Speaking of which, even we find it incredible.When they first met Anna, no one would think that she was similar to Xiaoqing. She still had red hair at that time, and her hair color was different from Xiaoqing's.But after the operation, gradually, more and more people thought she looked like Xiaoqing, and even the color of her hair turned brown.Min Hua acted like he was going crazy, thinking that it was Xiao Qing who came back.

- You said that Zhongyi's father gave all the money he earned to the hospital, is it to pay for Anna's surgery?

-Anna won an outstanding award from the Chinese government at the time. The operation was paid for by the state, but the postoperative care was a long-term expense.At that time, Anna had already returned to France, and there was a phenomenon of rejection, and several major operations were performed. Minhua poured all the money into it, and he said that he must keep Xiaoqing's heart.

Later, Anna became pregnant and gave birth, and every step was a hell. After the baby was born, we all thought that Minhua could finally relax, but who knew...

At this time, the mobile phone in Shen Xifeng's trouser pocket suddenly started to vibrate. He took it out and saw that it was Zhong Yi's call. Shen Xifeng looked at the phone for a few seconds and pressed the reject button.

There are still 10 minutes to the hotel, let him think about what to say.

Zhong Yi looked at the hung up phone, was stunned for a few seconds, put down the phone, turned over and got out of bed.

In the past two days, he woke up in a trance, and he needed to string together the fragmented memories before he could fully wake up.

Zhong Yi took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the bedside table, took out one and lit it, and went to the desk to flip through the materials of the three people.

The full text in French made him dizzy.

Zhong Yi remembered that in the early years, Zhong Minhua tried to make him accept Anna, and often brought him some French gadgets. Those chocolates, books and newspapers were all densely packed with French, which made him feel physically disgusted when he saw such words. .

In the smog, Zhong Yi thought of Chen Can's words, and began to think about whether he could afford the word 'unfilial'.

Speaking of it, I seem to be really cold-blooded.

As a father, Zhong Minhua did not treat himself badly.

Tuition and living expenses are never delayed, and I will go home from time to time, I can remember my birthday, and I will take myself out for travel during holidays. In those years, I traveled half of Europe.

Such a father should be regarded as a good father in the eyes of outsiders.

So, I am really unfilial, I can't stand on my own as soon as possible, I can't accept my father who lost his wife to find a new man, I can't... have enough tolerance and love for my father.

The end of the cigarette was slowly moving forward, and a large piece of burning ashes hung tremblingly, and the hand of Zhong Yi holding the cigarette seemed to be petrified, motionless.

Until there was a sudden beep of the door card behind him, and then the door was opened.

Zhong Yi was startled, and the large piece of ashes fell instantly, scalding him with a hiss.

"...meaning? Why is there..."

Shen Xifeng's voice came from far to near, and when he saw Zhong Yi covering his hands in front of the desk, he uttered the last two words: "Smell of smoke."

Zhong Yi was stunned, turned around and opened the window, with a flustered expression: "You, what are you... I thought you were back to Cannes."

Shen Xifeng walked towards Zhong Yi, glanced at the documents and ashtray on the table, took off his coat while walking, unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and folded the shirt up a few times.

"Give me your hand."

Shen Xifeng stretched out his hand towards Zhong Yi.

"?"

The cigarette in Zhong Yi's hand had already been thrown away, and he didn't know what Shen Xifeng wanted at this moment.

"Hot hands."

Shen Xifeng pulled Zhong Yi's left hand over, saw that the skin on the back of his hand was a little red, frowned, led him into the bathroom, turned on the water pipe with a 'crash', and flushed the back of Zhong Yi's hand.

Zhong Yi turned his head and exhaled secretly, trying to dispel the smell of smoke from his mouth, but when Shen Xifeng saw him, he felt his shoulders tense, he turned his head hastily, and the next moment, his lips and tongue were firmly blocked.

Shen Xifeng had been hungry for several days, and finally seized the opportunity to fall in love with him, so he immediately ignored it.

There was a faint smell of tobacco between Zhong Yi's teeth, and the strange smell made Shen Xifeng unhappy, so he rampaged with a bit of punitive force until he swallowed all the intruding smell, leaving only himself and Zhong Yi in his breath. Breathing, he stopped slowly, stepped back slightly, and let Zhong Yi go to take a breath.

"It's not as sweet as my Yibao's."

Shen Xifeng pinched Zhong Yi's nose and narrowed his eyes: "No more smoking in the future."

Zhong Yi felt guilty when she was caught smoking, and was breathless after being kissed. She blushed and nodded quickly.

Fortunately, Shen Xifeng didn't make things difficult for him. Seeing that the back of his hand was fine, he led him to the living room and sat down. After looking around, he stretched out his hand and said, "What's left? Take it out."

Zhong Yi opened the drawer and obediently handed over the remaining half pack of cigarettes.

Shen Xifeng took a look before throwing it into the trash can, he had already smoked eight|nine cigarettes, and he had been leaning on him all day long, and he had never smelled smoke before, this kid hid it very deeply.

"When did you start smoking, high school?"

Shen Xifeng felt a little distressed, his intentions were as perfect as Kui He's Bi, who influenced him by some bad boy?

"High school."

Zhong Yi rubbed his face, and said with a wry smile: "This is one of the few things I learned from my dad."

When Zhong Minhua was mentioned, Shen Xifeng fell silent, and got up after a while to get two bottles of water for himself and Zhong Yi.

"Yeah, there are some things I'm not sure you know."

He sat next to Zhong Yi, and told him exactly what Chen Can had told him, and then sighed seeing Zhong Yi's increasingly surprised expression.

"I guess you don't know. Although the matter is over, I think you should know the reason. This is probably what your father wants to tell you this time."

Zhong Yi was stunned for a long time, then suddenly let out a breath, and muttered to himself: "So it's like this... At the beginning, I always wondered why my mother was cremated so quickly... He kept nagging me to meet Anna... I I ignored him..."

"I mean, I mean!"

Shen Xifeng turned Zhong Yi's body and saw the confusion in his eyes, he couldn't bear it: "Do you want me to avoid it? I..."

"Need not."

Zhong Yi quickly interrupted him, sank himself into the sofa, and closed his eyes: "I'll just be quiet for a while."

The floor lamp next to the sofa casts light yellow light evenly on Zhong Yi's face. His profile with his eyes closed is perfect like a Greek statue. The curves of his jaw and neck are hidden in the shadows, undulating slightly with his breathing.

Hearing these words, Shen Xifeng leaned back, even breathing lightly, for fear of disturbing Zhong Yi.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhong Yi slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at Shen Xifeng: "I still can't promise Chen Can to take my father's ashes back to be buried with my mother."

Shen Xifeng was inexplicably relieved, he smiled, and said: "You have 100% decision-making power, no matter what decision you make, I will support you unconditionally."

Zhong Yi looked at him deeply, and suddenly asked: "If I transplanted my heart to someone else, would you go to that person?"

When Shen Xifeng heard this, he wanted to reprimand others, looked up and saw Zhong Yi's serious eyes, swallowed the words in his mouth, thought about it carefully, and shook his head: "No, I'm not that perverted. The heart is just a 'pump'. Blood presses against tissues and organs, which are part of your body, but not you.

"What's more, once it enters someone else's body, it becomes someone else's organ and has nothing to do with you."

The corners of Zhong Yi's lips curled up, and he seemed to be smiling: "Me too. Although I can understand, this kind of behavior can't touch me. I'm sorry, I can't love my dad like I love my mother, so I'm really unfilial .”

"Nothing!"

Shen Xifeng sat up straight, feeling agitated: "The relationship between parents and children is not a matter of course, there has never been love for no reason. According to this, if I don't love my gambler father, then I am also unfilial? "

Zhong Yi was taken aback, and retorted subconsciously: "But my dad didn't do anything out of the ordinary, he treated me very well."

"Cold violence is also a type of violence."

Shen Xifeng stretched out his hand to grab Zhong Yi, pulled him into his arms, kissed his forehead, and continued: "I have participated in many public welfare activities, and the theme of one of them was to oppose domestic cold violence. You were raped by your father in the first grade of junior high school. Leaving it in the country and ignoring it, this level is already very bad."

Zhong Yi lowered his eyes and sighed slightly: "I don't think it's nothing. I can't take his ashes back because my mother was buried in Heyi County, and my father...he doesn't like his identity as a county person, so he won't Would love to go back there again.”

Shen Xifeng was dumbfounded, and could only sigh with emotion what a powerful woman Ms. Li was, who could raise such an excellent child as Zhong Yi by herself.

"Since your father has been obsessed with that heart for the rest of his life, letting him be buried with it should be considered his wish."

While stroking the back of Zhong Yi's head, Shen Xifeng came to a conclusion: "Your identity certificate is finally ready, tomorrow you can go to the police station to collect the relic, and then arrange for the burial. Don't worry too much about other things, just go and sign a few Words are fine, and someone else will do the rest.”

Zhong Yi nodded silently, nestled in Shen Xifeng's arms, took a deep breath, and changed the subject: "Friday is the closing ceremony, and I will take that day out and go to Cannes."

The movements of Shen Xifeng's hands paused, and he looked down at Zhong Yi in surprise: "You still remember this, I'm so busy these days, I dare not mention it to you."

Zhong Yi stood up, pulled Shen Xifeng's hand, and held it: "That's your big deal."

He looked at Shen Xifeng carefully, as if he had never seen him before, his eyes swept across his straight eyebrows, and fell into those eyes that always shone softly.

The windows of the living room are wide open, sending the cool evening breeze with Mediterranean flavor into the house. The night in Nice is quiet and beautiful.

Zhong Yi's lips curved into a gentle arc, and his tone was as soft as a goose feather: "My dad's experience made me realize more clearly that I should cherish the person in front of me. Have I ever said that I am very happy to meet you?" Lucky."

The two children who also experienced the pain of their native families straightened their backs in the mud and bloomed exceptionally beautiful flowers.

They know that they are about to become better people than their parents, not only because of their own efforts, but also because they have met the best person.

Shen Xifeng leaned forward and kissed him on the brow, and then smiled——

"I'm luckier than you because I met you."