Chapter 973 Can You Still Recognize Me?
Xia Yixuan shifted his gaze away from his father and looked at me and my mother with some curiosity and a little timidity.
His eyes lingered on my face for a moment, as if reminiscing, and then turned to my mother.
He had never seen her before, but when a strange, serious middle-aged woman appeared in the ward, he seemed to have guessed something. He pursed his lips tighter and looked a little restrained and uneasy.
He looked back at my dad, his voice a little nervous: "Dad, where's Mom? Why didn't Mom come?"
The air froze for a moment, the muscles on my father's face twitched, and his smile froze.
He obviously hadn't figured out how to explain Ye Qiwen's current situation. Of course, he couldn't tell the truth directly to the child, as that would be too cruel for him.
Just as my dad started to make up a lie in his mind, I spoke first, "Xiaoxuan, your mother went back to her hometown."
I walked to his bed and half-knelt down so that my eyes were level with his.
"Back to my hometown?" Xia Yixuan looked a little confused. "Grandma's house? I've heard of her, but I've never seen her."
"Yes, my grandma's house." As if to make my words more convincing, I nodded heavily.
I quickly made up a lie, "Grandma is sick, very sick, your mother is very worried about her, so she rushed back to take care of her.
You were asleep when she left, and she didn't want to wake you up, so she didn't have time to tell you."
Xia Yixuan listened quietly, his long eyelashes drooping, as if he was digesting the information.
After a while, he raised his head and asked in a very calm tone, "Is grandma also dying of illness?"
This made me choke and I couldn't continue.
I don't want to talk about death with a child, but if I say his grandmother is fine, how can I explain that his mother ignored his illness and went to see his grandmother without even saying hello?
I felt like I had dug myself a hole I couldn’t fill.
My dad cleared his throat very unnaturally, his voice dry: “This… Dad is not very clear either.
But Xiaoxuan, as people age, their health will gradually deteriorate, and eventually they will... pass away."
He said the word 'leave' with great difficulty.
Xia Yixuan didn't seem to be put off by this vague answer.
His little brows furrowed, and he turned his gaze to my dad, looking at his body fixed in a brace, his eyes full of worry: "What about Dad? Will Dad die?" He asked very seriously, and it was obvious that he was really worried.
I wonder if he has already directly linked illness and hospitalization with death in his mind.
"No! Dad won't die now!" My dad blurted out almost immediately, then realized how excited he was and quickly lowered his voice, saying soothingly, "Dad is just a little injured, he'll be fine once he recovers. Dad... Dad will die when he gets old, but that's still a long way off."
"But," Xia Yixuan's face was filled with confusion and incomprehension. He stretched out his thin fingers, gently touched the back of his hand where the catheter was inserted, and whispered, "Why am I dying before I even get old?"
These words were like a knife, stabbing into our hearts.
My father's lips were trembling but he couldn't speak. He turned his face away with difficulty, and I watched his shoulders twitching.
My nose was also very sore, and I bit my lips tightly to prevent myself from crying in front of this child.
At this moment, a voice that surprised everyone rang out. "Xiaoxuan," my mother walked to his bedside and said with a tenderness I had never heard before, "In this world, everyone will die."
Her voice was not loud and her speech was very slow, as if she was hypnotizing me.
I looked at her. My mother didn't bend down, but just stood there, her eyes focused on Xia Yixuan.
“Life is very fragile,” my mother continued, as if she were telling a story to a child, “like the dew on the petals of a flower in the morning, it may disappear as soon as the sun comes out.
No one can really know when or when they will leave.
Some people die because of accidents, some because of illness, and some because their bodies have been used for too long and are too old to be repaired, falling apart, and unusable. "
She paused slightly and looked at Xia Yixuan gently: "At this time, we need to go back to where we came from and get a newer and more beautiful body. Then, we can return to this world again, but maybe in a different appearance.
Are you afraid of getting a new body?"
Xia Yixuan subconsciously shook his head slightly.
My dad and I were shocked. I looked at my mom in disbelief. Is this still my mom who doesn't believe in gods or Buddha?
My impression of her has always been that she is a staunch atheist, pragmatic and rational to the point of being cold. She believes in science and has always scoffed at the theories of ghosts, gods and reincarnation.
How could she...how could she say this to a child?!
Xia Yixuan was silent for a while, as if trying to understand what my mother said.
Then, his little body moved, and his gaze returned to my dad, "Dad...if I had a new body, would you still recognize me?"
My dad couldn't hold it in any longer, "Yes, Dad will definitely recognize you. No matter what you become, you are still Dad's baby."
Xia Yixuan looked at me again and smiled sweetly at me, "Then sister must recognize me. After changing into a new body, I can go out and play with sister. I want to take a plane and ride a horse. There are many places I want to go..."
"Okay, when you come back, I will take you wherever you want to go." I held back my tears and forced a laugh.
After receiving our assurance, he seemed relieved, and then he seemed to be talking to himself, "What if I'm wrong?"
Suddenly his eyes lit up, "Sister, please make a mark on my arm. When I get a new body, I will draw another one based on the current mark. That way, you won't make a mistake." He smiled smugly, "Am I smart?"
I smiled bitterly and agreed, "How smart! I'll go find you a pen." After saying that, I rushed out of the ward in a hurry and took several deep breaths to calm myself down.
I asked Ming Chenggang for a pen. She handed me a signature pen. I thought about it and asked her, "Do you have a prettier pen?"
"Ah? Not for writing?"
I explained the whole story, and she silently pulled a glitter highlighter from the drawer and handed it to me, sighing softly. "Give this to him. I think your mother did the right thing. He can say goodbye to his family properly and leave with hope in his heart."
Xia Yixuan couldn't let go of the beautiful pen and carefully drew a red star on his arm.
My dad's eyes were red the whole time, and my mom couldn't stand it anymore, so she found an excuse to go out.
Xiao Shiqiu's message came in: "I'll pick you up for dinner later. Bring Mom along. Your aunt's case is about to go to trial."
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