Do you think I have a younger sister? ...

The one who greeted Wen Zichuan was Pinot, who was still hospitalized in cardiac surgery.

Seeing his confused expression and unsteady steps, Pinault, with her screenwriter's acumen, guessed that it was related to the unconscious man in the ward. "Teacher Wen, if you don't mind, please come sit over there for a while."

Wen Zichuan nodded randomly, his mind was in turmoil. Forced by Cheng's parents, he said, "I will never look for him again." However, he regretted it as soon as he walked out of the ward. Tears kept falling down, and he had to hurriedly take out a mask and put it on, hiding his loss and helplessness among the passing crowd.

Pinot has a clean, pure and untainted temperament. Her way of comforting people is to pour a glass of water for Wen Zichuan, then sit opposite him and accompany him quietly.

"I'm sorry," Wen Zichuan said, feeling a little guilty, "I lost my composure."

"If crying will make you feel better, then cry for a while." Pinault was wearing a hospital gown. Although her life was as fragile as a candle in the wind, her eyes revealed an unspeakable compassion.

Wen Zichuan took off his mask, wiped his face with a tissue, and while holding the water cup in his other hand, he placed the jade pendant on the table beside him.

"What is that...?" Pinot's eyes were attracted by the jade pendant.

"A jade pendant." Wen Zichuan curled his lips, "A gift that was given away and then taken back."

"Can you show it to me?" Pinault said to him, but his eyes never left the jade pendant.

"Yeah." Wen Zichuan knew that she had a family collection and must be very interested in this kind of thing, so he tore off the plastic cover, held the jade pendant in his palm, and handed it to her.

Pinot first took it, held it between his white fingertips and looked at it for a long time, then slowly pulled out a piece of red rope from his collar. There was actually a piece of jade tied to the end of the red rope!

Cheng Sizhou told him that jade with an ancient color and many bite marks is unearthed jade.

Pinault's jade also has these characteristics, and the texture and pattern are very similar to his, almost as if they were made from the same piece of raw stone.

The only difference is that Wen Zichuan's is a ring with a gap, while Pinot's is a smaller complete ring with a short handle on one side of the ring, and the whole shape is like a spoon.

"Teacher Wen, where did your jade come from?" asked Pinot.

"I've been wearing it since I was a child." Wen Zichuan was also a little curious, "What about yours?"

"Me too." Pinot frowned, "Before Father Qin passed away, he said that he adopted me because he saw this piece of jade."

"Did he ever tell me what's so special about this jade?"

"It's an unearthed artifact, but... incomplete."

Qin Zhihan was over 40 years old when he adopted Pinault. With his knowledge of cultural relics, he could tell at a glance that although Pinault was abandoned by her parents, the half jade pendant she wore seemed to leave enough room for future recognition.

In stories circulating in China, it is not uncommon for people to recognize each other through jade pendants, but it is rare to use unearthed cultural relics. After all, there are only a few people who can access cultural relics, and once cultural relics are unearthed, they must be cleaned and registered immediately. How could half of a jade pendant be worn around the neck of a baby?

Considering this, and considering that Pinot had congenital heart disease and that it would be difficult to raise money for her treatment if she stayed in the orphanage, Qin Zhihan decided to adopt her in his and Song Xiang's names.

Wen Zichuan stared at the two pieces of jade for a long time. Although Lin Hanzhen never said explicitly whether the jade he was wearing was a complete piece, he was secretly curious why the jade pendant he was wearing had a hole in it?

Not to mention whether it looks good or not, it is not auspicious either.

"Teacher Wen, I have an idea." Pinot hesitated, but since this was related to her life experience, she had no choice but to follow her heart. "If these two pieces of jade are originally one, does that mean that you and I..."

Wen Zichuan also thought of her thoughts, but he was unable to react in a short period of time.

Lin Hanzhen conceived him in Beiling Village. Not long after he was born, Wen Duo went abroad. Even if Pinot and he were born to the same mother, are their fathers the same person?

"I'll make a phone call and ask my mom." Wen Zichuan felt a little uncomfortable.

"Wait, Teacher Wen." Pinot lowered his eyelids and said pleadingly, "Can you please not ask me yet? I'm not ready yet. If what you suspect is true, I won't be able to face my biological parents who abandoned me right away."

"Okay, I won't ask for now." Wen Zichuan agreed. Pinot has a bad heart, and the doctor repeatedly told her to keep her emotions stable to help her recover.

In the quiet ward, Pinot was still studying the two jade pendants, and Wen Zichuan looked at her eyebrows and finally understood why he had a special sense of familiarity every time he met her.

Lin Hanzhen told him more than once that he looked very much like his father, while Pinot looked very much like his mother.

If he was the first child in the Wen family, then was Pinault his sister? Why didn't he remember having a sister?

"Teacher Wen, look."

As expected, Pinault discovered the clues of the two pieces of jade. She held the jade pendant in one hand and the "spoon" in the other, and inserted the top of the spoon handle into the tiny gap. Then she adjusted the angle, and after an almost inaudible crisp sound, the two pieces of jade overlapped to form concentric circles.

Concentric circles symbolize eternal unity and family reunion.

Ironically, the Wen family never got married, nor did they have a family reunion.

"Pinot! Pinot, what's wrong with you? I'll go call a doctor!" Wen Zichuan saw her clutching her clothes and her face turned pale in an instant, and he knew that her congenital heart disease had recurred.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt..." Pinot tightly grasped his wrist, his long eyelashes fluttering. He was forced to breathe through his mouth because he couldn't breathe, so there were only tears, no crying. "Don't call a doctor yet..."

"So how do you feel? Tell the truth." Wen Zichuan supported her with a worried look in his eyes. The matching jade pendants were irrefutable evidence, but he had never thought that he had a sister, that he actually had a sister.

Pinot took a sip of water, tears still on his cheeks, but he smiled at Wen Zichuan: "I'm fine. Doctor Cheng said that as long as I take my medicine on time and keep a good mood, I can live to at least thirty years old."

"Doctor Cheng?"

"Doctor Cheng Xuecheng, wasn't he just over there treating your friend?"

“…”

Wen Zichuan drove away his chaotic thoughts. Pinotte's life experience has not been clarified yet, so he should not use the Cheng family's affairs to influence her anymore.

"Thirty years old is still young. Doctor...Doctor Cheng have any better treatment options?"

"I was born with a developmental defect. I could try a heart transplant, but the success rate is very low."

“It’s better to try than to do nothing.”

"If this fails, I will die on the operating table."

Pinault possessed a maturity beyond her years, and she displayed an unusual calmness when discussing life and death. Her composure even made Wen Zichuan wonder if he, caught up in petty love affairs, was being too love-brained.

"No, the cardiac surgery department of the First Hospital is very good. They must have a way, but it still needs to be improved, so they didn't tell you." Wen Zichuan was not very good at comforting people, and he didn't look into Pinot's eyes when he said this.

"Maybe," Pinault stood up and pulled out a stack of manuscripts from a drawer. Since her hospitalization, she had been restricted from electronic devices and could only write scripts by hand. "At 30, I still have seven years left, enough time for me to finish Rose Heart."

Wen Zichuan discussed this script with her, which tells the story of her two fathers.

"Where are you at now?" He deliberately guided her and focused her attention on the script.

"I finished the outline before New Year's Eve, but I get stuck when it comes to the specific plot." Pinault lowered his head, pursing his lips in frustration. "I went to many places to research, but you know, I grew up abroad. I love Chinese culture, but I always feel like I don't understand it thoroughly. So just looking for information took a lot of time."

In fact, it is difficult for people who grew up in China to understand what she means by "not thorough".

For example, during the Mid-Autumn Festival in China, people appreciate the moon. However, from ancient times to the present, the moon has also been widely endowed with the meaning of reunion and longing. In addition, it also represents "sharing this moment across the world", "calling it a white jade plate", and "endless generations"...

Pinault can imitate the words and phrases of her predecessors, but behind those cultural symbols, the meanings are layered and scattered. She always finds it difficult to write an expression that satisfies her, thinking that it is not profound enough or timeless enough.

"I really envy you for being able to grow up in such a romantic place." Pinault sighed in a condescending manner.

"Romantic? A friend of mine said that no matter which dynasty, the people who passed down poetry and songs were mostly from the aristocracy." Wen Zichuan laughed self-deprecatingly. "In China, there are more ordinary people like me who work very hard just to make a living. It's not romantic at all."

Pinault also laughed: "You see, I don't understand this. When I first came back, I saw how prosperous Dengyuan was and thought everyone was living a very happy life. Later I realized that it was the hard work of thousands of ordinary people that created the city's bustling prosperity."

"Did you enjoy your stay?"

"I like it."

"Well, welcome back."

Wearing a loose hospital gown, Pinot moved like a little kangaroo. She ran to Wen Zichuan and hugged him generously: "Thank you."

The two of them, one experiencing an incomplete family, and the other wandering in a foreign land for a long time. No matter what difficulties they encounter, there are few relatives and friends to support and encourage them.

Because of this, they have similar independent personalities, but deep down in their hearts, they also deeply desire perfection and longevity.

After spending half the afternoon with Pinot, Wen Zichuan had to take the last bus to the film and television city because he had filming plans for the next day.

When leaving, he had to pass through Cheng Sizhou's ward. He put on a mask, took a look through the small window, but seemed afraid of being discovered, so he left quickly in just a few seconds.

We are separated this time, and I don’t know when we will meet again.

The car was shaking as it drove, so Wen Zichuan took the time to catch up on his sleep. When he arrived at the hotel, it was already dark.

After having dinner with Su Zhuo and saying hello to the director and the stagehands, we each went back to our rooms to rest.

"Hello, Mom, I have something to ask you." After thinking about it, Wen Zichuan finally called Lin Hanzhen.

"What's the matter?" Lin Hanzhen said.

Wen Zichuan took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone calm: "Do I have a younger sister?"