Chapter 17 "You don't need to say thank you to your father."...

Chapter Seventeen:

When Ye Qingxi woke up, she was still a little dazed.

He got out of bed, walked to the window, and saw that the backyard was still the same as it had been that morning. There was no slide in his dream. He then realized that it was a dream.

As he was looking, Mu Shaowu pushed open the door and walked in.

"woke up."

Ye Qingxi hummed in agreement, and then heard him say, "That's perfect, let's go, I'll take you to see your grandfather."

Ye Qingxi exclaimed in surprise, "You?!"

“Yes, that’s right.” Mu Shaowu laughed. “Can’t I go? I’m your father now. It’s perfectly normal for me to go see your grandfather.”

That's true.

Ye Qingxi nodded and went out the door with him.

Ye Min's condition was not good; he had been sleeping a lot lately and only waking up for short periods, so Mu Shaowu didn't dare to delay and drove very fast.

After finally arriving at the hospital, Mu Shaowu picked up Ye Qingxi and quickly took the elevator.

As he wished, Ye Min did not fall into a deep sleep again.

He mustered his strength and finally saw his grandson and Mu Shaowu beside him.

"Hello, Uncle Ye." Mu Shaowu said with a smile, "I am Mu Shaowu. My dad said that you held me when I was a child. Do you remember?"

Ye Min nodded slowly and replied with a smile, "I...I remember."

At that time, Mu Shaowu was only a month old, tiny, fair-skinned, and very cute.

Ye Min held him, and he didn't cry. He just opened his bright eyes and blinked curiously at him.

At that time, Ye Min never imagined that he would become Ye Qingxi's other father in the future.

"You've grown up...you're still as cute as when you were little." Ye Min smiled.

"He's not just cute, he's also very handsome!" Mu Shaowu said without any modesty.

Ye Min was amused by his words, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly.

"I should have come much earlier since you were sick, but I was held up by work and only managed to come back these past two days. I'm so sorry."

"No...it's nothing," Ye Min said.

Looking at the young man in front of him, into his bright eyes, and listening to his gentle and polite words, he slowly felt at ease.

Mu Feng's children are bound to be good and reliable.

He could no longer stay with Ye Qingxi; from now on, he would have to take care of his grandson.

Ye Min turned to look at Ye Qingxi, slowly raised his hand, and reached out to him.

Ye Qingxi quickly grasped it, holding it tightly in her hand.

"Xiao Xi, are you happy at... at Grandpa Mu's house?" Ye Min asked him.

Ye Qingxi nodded, "Happy."

"I guessed so." Ye Min said softly, "Your Grandpa Mu is a good person, a good friend of his. You should listen to him from now on. When you grow up, you should... be filial to him."

“I don’t need it,” Mu Feng, who was sitting to the side, said. “I’m not taking him back so that he’ll be filial to me when he grows up. Besides, I have four children. If he’s filial to me, what’s the point of having them?!”

Ye Min was both amused and exasperated by his words, which ruined even the sadness that had just arisen in her heart.

"When you grow up, take good care of your father," he said to Ye Qingxi.

"That's even less necessary." Mu Feng spoke again. "He should have been childless by now, but he's grateful to Xiao Xi. How could he have the nerve to ask Xiao Xi to be filial to him?"

"How can you be so shameless?" Mu Feng looked at Mu Shaowu.

Mu Shaowu: ...

Mu Shaowu smiled and said, "I'm really sorry."

Mu Feng turned his head, his face full of: That's more like it.

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Min: ...

Ye Min couldn't help but sigh: After all these years, his old friend's temper really hasn't changed at all.

However, judging from this, Mu Shaowu does seem to have a good temper and is also filial.

He felt even more relieved.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will listen to what Grandpa Mu and Dad say." Ye Qingxi said obediently.

Although he is no longer "Ye Qingxi", he still hopes that he can put the old man in front of him at ease.

I hope he can leave this world peacefully at the end of his life.

"I will also take good care of them."

Ye Min nodded, then laboriously raised his hand and touched his face.

"Good child. Grandpa is not worried, Grandpa is very relieved. Our Xiaoxi has always been a good child, the best and most obedient child. Grandpa is very relieved."

Ye Qingxi's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Mu Shaowu and Mu Feng, who were standing to the side, couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

"Xiao Xi, you must study hard, eat well, go to school, play well with your friends, grow tall, don't get sick, and don't end up like Grandpa," Ye Min said slowly.

Ye Qingxi's vision was blurry, and tears had already welled up in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, not daring to utter a sound, and only nodded frantically, "Mmm."

Ye Min gently stroked his cheek, one stroke at a time, slowly and tenderly.

I really want to see what his children will look like when they grow up.

If only he could see what his little Xi would look like when she grows up.

"I wonder what Xiaoxi will be like when she grows up," he murmured.

“I know,” Ye Qingxi replied. “He’s very tall and good-looking, very healthy, has many friends, and is very happy every day.”

"Really?" Ye Min smiled. "That's wonderful."

He looked at Ye Qingxi and vaguely saw what his grandson would look like when he grew up.

A handsome face, clear eyes, youthful spirit, and radiant youth.

very nice.

As he thought this, his hand slowly lost its strength and gradually fell back down.

“Grandpa.” Ye Qingxi quickly grasped his hand.

"Xiao Xi... Grandpa is sleepy... Grandpa wants to sleep for a while. Xiao Xi, be good, go back with Daddy first, okay?"

"Okay," Ye Qingxi replied.

Ye Min then closed his eyes wearily.

Ye Qingxi turned to look at the electrocardiogram next to her. There were still twists and turns; he had simply fallen into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Ye Qingxi's tears fell uncontrollably.

Mu Shaowu approached him and hugged him.

He didn't wipe away Ye Qingxi's tears. He had already felt that Ye Qingxi was about to cry. Now that he had cried, Mu Shaowu felt a little more at ease.

Mu Feng, who had been sitting to the side, watched with a heavy heart.

"Go back," he said softly. "I'll take care of things at the hospital. You take Xiaoxi back."

Mu Shaowu looked at Ye Min on the hospital bed, then at the child in his arms, and felt a pang of pity. "How about letting Xiao Xi stay a little longer?"

This might be the last time they see each other.

Mu Feng had clearly considered this as well, and without much hesitation, he agreed.

Ye Qingxi looked up at the person in front of her and asked, "Dad, do you know anyone who can draw? Someone who can draw what I look like based on my description."

Mu Shaowu asked in confusion, "Who do you want to draw?"

"Draw me, draw me as I grew up."

He knew what the grown-up "Ye Qingxi" would look like.

They looked so alike when they were little, almost identical, so they must have looked alike when they grew up.

"Dad, I want my grandpa to see me all grown up." Ye Qingxi's eyelashes were wet.

Mu Shaowu looked at him, his heart filled with heartache.

He felt a dull, heavy feeling in his heart, a bittersweet mix of emotions.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Dad knows them, Dad will help you find them.”

"Thank you, Dad," Ye Qingxi said quickly.

Mu Shaowu squatted down and wiped the tears from his face. "No need to thank me."

He said, "Xiaoxi, you don't need to say thank you to your dad. No matter what you need from your dad, you don't need to say thank you."

Ye Qingxi was stunned for a moment.

Mu Shaowu gently led him to a chair next to him before going out to call his friend.

Ye Qingxi looked in the direction he left, and for the first time, she felt that Mu Shaowu really was her father.

It's not the kind of father he knew the other person was taking on the role of his father.

Rather, he is the father of the child.

He withdrew his gaze and quietly looked at Ye Min not far away.

Ye Min lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

Ye Qingxi looked at his aged face and the wrinkles on it, praying that the people Mu Shaowu had found for him would arrive as soon as possible.

His prayers were answered. Half an hour later, Mu Shaowu received a call and went downstairs to pick up the other party.

She was a young and beautiful woman with short hair that reached her ears, carrying a drawing board on her back.

Mu Shaowu led her into the ward and sat down next to Ye Qingxi.

“Listen to him, do as he says,” he said.

Xu Ke nodded. "Okay."

She opened the drawing board, looked at Ye Qingxi, and smiled, "Little friend, how do you want me to draw?"

Ye Qingxi pointed to her face, "Draw me, me as an adult."

He said, "The difference in appearance is not much, but the nose is more prominent and there is no baby fat."

"good."

After Xu Ke finished speaking, he picked up his paintbrush and began to draw, based on Xu Ke's appearance and description.

Ye Qingxi leaned closer to look, occasionally pointing out areas that needed modification and how to modify them.

Mu Feng also showed Xu Ke a photo of Ye Min and Ye Qingxi's father, Ye Huai, so that she could have a reference.

Xu Ke looked at Ye Qingxi in front of him, then at the photo, and slowly, bit by bit, drew what Ye Qingxi looked like as she grew up, based on Ye Qingxi's description.

He was an exceptionally handsome young man, with exquisitely beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly upturned lips, as delicate as a flower petal.

He wasn't very old, probably only seventeen or eighteen, but even so, he was still dazzlingly amazing.

"This is so beautiful!" Xu Ke exclaimed. "Even the school heartthrob couldn't be more stunning."

"He's more than just a school heartthrob. He could debut right away with that face. He's a top star." - Current top star Mu Shaowu said as someone who's been there.

Upon hearing this, Mu Feng snorted disdainfully, "That's right, if you can become famous, what about Xiao Xi? You weren't as pretty as Xiao Xi when you were little."

Mu Shaowu: ...

Mu Shaowu leaned closer to his father and said, "Dad, my son is here."

Mu Feng: ? ? ?

Mu Feng was speechless. What, can't I say anything to you just because our son is here?

However, despite his thoughts, he kept quiet, only giving Mu Shaowu a disgruntled glare before turning his head away.

Mu Shaowu rarely saw Mu Feng like this, and thought to himself that having a child was indeed a good thing; he could even make his father shut up.

He turned his head with a smile and patted Ye Qingxi's head.

"Is there anything else you'd like to draw?" Mu Shaowu asked gently.

Ye Qingxi thought for a moment and asked Xu Ke, "Sister, could you draw my grandfather in too?"

That's a must.

“No problem.” Xu Ke replied without hesitation.

Ye Min was lying on the bed, and Xu Ke didn't need to use his imagination to create anything; he just needed to draw him according to his appearance.

She finished the drawing without much effort.

The grown-up Ye Qingxi sat smiling in front, while the elderly Ye Min put his arm around his shoulder and leaned down to talk to him.

At this moment, time and space seemed to blur.

Ye Qingxi could hardly distinguish whether the person in the painting was herself and Ye Min, or "Ye Qingxi" and his grandfather.

He watched quietly, then asked Mu Shaowu, "Can I make a copy?"

He wanted to keep one as a memento.

A tribute, to a grandfather who never truly belonged to him.

"Of course," Mu Shaowu said. "Dad will make a copy for you in a little while."

It was already dark, so Mu Shaowu didn't let Xu Ke stay any longer and stood up to see her out of the hospital.

"Thank you for this. I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"Let's skip the meal. Just give me a few autographed photos of you another day, Mr. Mu. My sister is a fan of yours."

"Okay." Mu Shaowu replied without hesitation.

"That child, is he really your son?" Xu Ke asked curiously.

Mu Shaowu nodded, "Of course it's true."

"Like father, like son. He's so good-looking! When he grows up, I bet he'll look exactly like the picture I just drew. He'll win the hearts of so many girls. Don't let my sister be your fan now, or twenty years from now, my daughter will be your son's fan."

Mu Shaowu laughed heartily, "That's good too."

"Of course you think it's great, our family has become your long-time fan."

Mu Shaowu laughed again.

However, Xu Ke was just saying it casually, "Then I'm leaving, call me if you need anything."

"good."

Mu Shaowu saw her to her car and then went to a nearby copy shop to make three copies of the painting.

One was given to Ye Qingxi, one was kept for himself, and one was given to Mu Feng.

As for the original painting, Ye Qingxi wanted to give it to Ye Min personally when he woke up.

Looking at the time on his watch, Mu Feng worried that he wouldn't be able to wait, and advised him, "Why don't you go back first? I'll give it to him for you when your grandfather wakes up."

Ye Qingxi shook her head, "I want to give it to him myself."

Looking at his young face, Mu Feng ultimately didn't force him to go back.

Around midnight, Mu Feng was about to have Mu Shaowu take Ye Qingxi back when he saw Ye Min's eyelids twitch.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Ye Qingxi quickly stood up and walked to Ye Min, "Grandpa, you're awake."

Ye Min was somewhat dazed. He looked at his grandson and for a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or in reality.

"Xiao Xi?" he said softly, his tone clearly uncertain.

"Hmm." Ye Qingxi smiled. "Grandpa, I have something to show you."

He took out the painting that Xu had previously painted and brought it close to Ye Min's face. "Grandpa, look, this is 'Xiao Xi' all grown up."

Ye Min stared in disbelief at the painting in front of him. The painting depicted two people, an old man and a young man. The young man was handsome and radiant, and it was none other than his Xiao Xi.

He looked up, touched Ye Qingxi in the painting, and then looked at himself next to him, who was hugging him.

It was him, and his Xiaoxi.

"Xiao Xi has grown up to be so handsome."

"Mm." Ye Qingxi nodded. "He's so handsome, he's the school heartthrob."

"I'm sure a lot of girls like him."

"Yes, a lot."

Ye Min smiled. "That's good."

He looked at Ye Qingxi, and in the blur, it seemed as if he saw Ye Qingxi grown up again.

He looked just like the one in the painting, youthful and radiant, handsome and dashing. He smiled slightly and said to him, "Grandpa, I'm doing very well now, really well."

That's good.

Ye Min closed his eyes again. This time, he could die without regrets.