Chapter 885: What is there to regret for those born in Rome?
We took photos at the most beautiful places in the school, from the lotus pond to the Lover's Hill, and from the campus river bank to the Ginkgo Avenue.
What happened today? I thought he was just taking a few photos with me to cheer me up, but he seemed to be even more enthusiastic about taking photos than I was. I never realized he liked taking photos so much before.
I once said that he was a walking clothes rack and should take more photos. He would look better than those models and celebrities.
He also said nonchalantly that he didn't make a living by his looks. How could a grown man like taking photos as much as a girl?
Before I knew it, it was dusk. The setting sun shone on the ginkgo trees, casting patches of golden light.
He hugged me from behind and sighed in my ear, "Baby, do you know what my biggest regret is?" His tone was full of emotion, and his voice was so deep that it made my heart beat faster.
He suddenly mentioned regrets? My mind started racing. He was born in Rome, what could he possibly regret?
"Didn't you get into University A that year?" I asked tentatively.
He stopped rubbing his chin against my hair and chuckled. "I understand you're proud of your alma mater, but what makes you think MIT is inferior to University of A?"
Yes, he didn’t get into University of A, but he got into MIT.
"Then what do you have to regret?" I won't be able to get into MIT anyway.
"My regret is that you were not in my life when I was young. I was born eighteen years early. I saw you at your best age and I would not miss your future."
I couldn't hold back the smile from my lips after hearing these sweet words.
But his tone suddenly changed, with a hint of inexplicable loss, "But you haven't seen my best years, my youth, my prime."
My heart was deeply touched, and I quickly put myself in his shoes. If I met my true love at the age of 40, I would probably regret not meeting him at the most beautiful age.
I suddenly realized that he had unilaterally participated in my growth process, but I missed him for thirty-eight years.
Thinking of this, my heart suddenly softened and my nose felt a little sore.
I turned around, hugged his waist, and said affectionately, "You are at the best age now, and this is you at your best."
Xiao Shiqiu lifted my chin with his hand and smiled gently. He looked so handsome when he smiled.
I was afraid that what I said wasn't convincing enough and wouldn't be able to soothe his delicate emotions, so I added, "Really, I'm not kidding you. Look how good you are now. You have a perfect figure and delicate features. You don't look old at all.
There's nothing good about boys during puberty. They were thinner in their teens and twenties, right? Just look at Zhang Youming. With his skinny body and acne-ridden face, he definitely wasn't as good-looking as he is now, right?
I clearly felt his body become stiff, and Xiao Yang beside me suddenly started coughing violently, as if he was choked by saliva.
Xiao Shiqiu's expression froze for a moment, then he narrowed his eyes dangerously: "A body full of ribs? A face full of acne?"
Only then did I realize I'd said the wrong thing, and I quickly tried to make amends, "No, no, I meant... well... according to Darwin's theory of evolution, a human as outstanding as you must become more and more beautiful as you grow older."
Xiao Yang had his back to us, his shoulders shaking silently. I felt a little annoyed that I had ruined the romantic atmosphere.
Xiao Shiqiu looked like he was so angry at me that he laughed out loud.
He rubbed my head and said helplessly: "Baby, since you have a big misunderstanding about my youth, I decided to take you back to the old house this weekend to take a good look at my photos back then.
Today I asked you to take so many photos, actually it was to make up for the regret in my heart.
Later I can show my children our photos today and tell them that we went from school to marriage, and that Daddy accompanied Mommy through the best times.”
I was so moved that tears were about to fall. I leaned my head on his chest and asked him with a choked voice: "Children? Did you use the plural form?"
"Don't you want to replicate your beauty and loveliness? Besides, we have a big family and a lot of wealth. You don't want your children to be as miserable as me. Although it's such a big responsibility, sharing it between two children will make the burden on your shoulders lighter.
Imagine our future daughter looks like you and has the brains of me, how perfect she would be, who could have too many children like that?
I actually think his sweet talk makes a lot of sense.
"But what if it grows in the opposite direction?" I teased him on purpose.
He was silent for a moment. "Fools have their own luck, which is also good."
Xiao Shiqiu also has the ability to kill conversation! He said so many sweet words that I almost forgot his sharp tongue.
I told Xiao Shiqiu what Wen Congwu had called me about. "You said Sister Xiaomei started working early. Does that mean my dad has already urged that middleman?"
Xiao Shiqiu nodded. "It should be. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so fast. Usually, companies recruit fresh graduates and wait until they graduate. It's rare for them to start early because the entry procedures usually require graduation certificates and degree certificates."
I thought about it and decided to call Su Yi to ask about the details, otherwise I would always feel uneasy.
When he dialed the phone, Su Yi's voice was as calm as ever: "Your father acted quite quickly and transferred the child to Leiden early yesterday morning.
As soon as I got the baby back, I underwent a full set of tests, and all the indicators showed that it was indeed at the stage where a transplant was necessary. I really wasn't lying to your father."
After hearing him say that, I still felt a little nervous.
"If the transplant isn't done quickly, the child will only survive for three months at most." Su Yi paused. "Besides, the child also suffers from moderate anemia and malnutrition. The surgical risk is about 30% higher than that of an average patient."
"So...is the success rate of the transplant high?" I heard my voice become a little tense.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds. "As far as kidney transplant surgery itself is concerned, the success rate is over 95%. But..."
He sighed, "This child's health is too poor, and it's hard to say how long he will survive after the operation.
Generally speaking, the five-year survival rate for cadaveric kidneys is about 60%-70%, while for living donor kidneys, the survival rate is generally at least 15% higher."
No wonder the overseas black market has always been so prosperous. Not only do they have a lot of kidney sources, but most of them are living kidneys!
Of course rich people are willing to spend more money to increase their survival rate.
Then I heard Su Yi continue, "The police asked me to tell your father to prepare for a second transplant. This is not alarmist, nor is it a lie to him."
“Will the survival rate be higher with a second transplant?”
"Of course not. If the second transplant is unsuccessful, there's no point in trying anymore. The child probably won't make it."
Su Yi still doesn't know what being euphemistic means. I really don't know if he said the same thing to my dad.
I suddenly had a strange feeling in my heart. I am just an ordinary graduate of University A. Why do I suddenly have to worry so much now?
Thinking about having to cooperate with Fang Dongmei's work tomorrow, I couldn't sleep again.
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