Chapter 7: Going to See Fu Yijin
The next day, Yu Qing got up very early.
Today was the day she had agreed with Dean Ming, and she was thinking about the blueprint in her mind.
To be precise, it is the machine drawn on the drawing.
So Yu Qing left a note on the table and went out without eating breakfast.
Yu Qing took a taxi to his destination.
After getting off the car, she discovered that the villa area near the north was where the Shen family lived.
The security guard recognized Yu Qing's identity and let her in without saying anything.
Yu Qing had sent a message to Dean Ming before she came. She had just taken two steps when she ran into Dean Ming.
He was wearing a black and gray suit, but had few strands of white hair and his eyes were very clear. If Yu Qing didn't know his age, she would not have been able to tell that Dean Ming was already in his sixties.
"Qingzhu—Doctor Yun, it's been a long time since we last met."
Dean Ming winked at her after he finished speaking. He seemed to be an open-minded but stubborn old man.
"Dean Ming."
The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. Yu Qing just said hello and didn't dare to say anything else.
The two walked side by side.
"Fu Wang and his wife Jing Mei were married through business, and it was also a coincidence that brought them together and led to their love. After taking over the company, the couple didn't plan to have children, and only managed to stabilize the company in the past few years, so they can be considered to have a child later in life."
Dean Ming led Yu Qing around a cobblestone path and tilted his head to look at her.
"Their son is eight years old this year and is named Fu Yijin."
Yu Qing nodded.
"We're here," Dean Ming stopped at the villa's door and rang the doorbell. "Fu Wang isn't home today. His wife is with the children."
Dean Ming had originally left from here. The servant quickly opened the door. She didn't dare to look up and said respectfully, "Madam is in the young master's room. Please follow me."
On the second floor, the second bedroom.
There were some mechanical parts scattered on the ground, and the little boy was lying on the table.
There were a few more pencil scratches on the crumpled draft paper.
Jingmei stood at the door, staring at the little boy's back. After being kicked out several times, she never went in again.
"Right here."
It was the servant's voice.
Jing Mei retracted her gaze and looked at Dean Ming and Yu Qing coming up the stairs, with a smile on her face: "Dean Ming——"
She paused.
"Just call her Doctor Yun."
Jingmei remembered what Dean Ming had told her: "This must be Doctor Yun."
Yu Qing nodded as a greeting.
"How is Yi Jin?" Dean Ming glanced at the little boy in the room.
Jing Mei sighed slightly and said solemnly: "It's still the same as before, unwilling to communicate and not allowing outsiders to enter."
Fu Yijin treats her bedroom as her own exclusive space and resists outsiders from entering her territory.
No one can do it.
Dean Ming looked at Yu Qing and asked, "Do you want to go in and take a look?"
The general situation has been understood.
"Let's try it."
Yu Qing replied.
She walked into the room. The little boy was immersed in his own world and didn't notice anyone approaching.
Until Yu Qing stood behind him.
Fu Yijin stopped holding the pencil and looked up.
The morning sun shone obliquely on the girl's face, like cold jade. Her eyes were calm, with almost no ripples.
Fu Yijin was silent.
After a while.
Fu Yijin: “…”
Why doesn't she speak?
"Who are you?"
Fu Yijin couldn't help but ask out loud.
Yu Qing looked away and pointed at a string of numbers on the draft paper, "There's a mistake here."
Fu Yijin slowly lowered his head, his brows furrowed tightly, and his face was tense.
He picked up the pen again and scribbled the calculation process.
When the entire draft paper was blackened, he yelled, "Get out!"
Yu Qing slowly bent down, and the pen that he usually kept in his breast pocket was now in his hand.
She pulled out a brand new A4 paper.
"What are you doing? Don't move--" Fu Yijin opened his mouth.
The next second,
Suddenly I was stunned.
He only saw the calculation process written in pen on a pure white paper, which he couldn't solve.
"How could you..."
Fu Yijin opened her mouth in shock, and her pair of gray eyes suddenly lit up like stars, like the moonlight shrouding the night.
Yu Qing didn't speak again, but communicated with him using numbers.
In fact, there is nothing wrong with Fu Yijin himself.
But no one around him understood him, and instead kept questioning him. Young boys don’t know how to communicate.
He was clearly doing what he wanted to do, but others called him a mental patient.
Just refuse to communicate and interact with others.
therefore,
He built a high wall in his heart, isolating everyone from outside.
If you want to get in, you have to use a special method, and Yu Qing is using one of them now.
…
On a two-meter-long wooden table, two figures, one big and one small, sat close to each other. Their shadows were stretched very long under the setting sun, isolating them from the cold outside.
Jing Mei breathed a sigh of relief, her brows relaxed, and she looked at Dean Ming with a lingering fear: "Thanks to you for holding me back, otherwise I would have rushed in just now and something bad would have happened."
In the past, when my son shouted "get out", it meant he was extremely angry.
I didn’t expect that Dr. Qingzhu could actually calm him down.
Dean Ming waved his hand nonchalantly: "Let's go down first, and leave this to Doctor Yun."
Small things.
After all, not everyone has seen Yu Qing treating people like he has.
This is all child's play!
Having witnessed what happened just now, Jing Mei now trusts Yu Qing to the extreme.
The two of them went downstairs together, and the servant in the living room prepared tea and brought it to them.
The other side.
Yu Qing sat next to Fu Yijin.
Things are getting better.
She watched Fu Yijin scribbling on the draft paper, and the little boy curled his lips slightly.
He held up the draft paper like he was presenting a treasure, and said excitedly: "I figured it out!"
"Great," Yu Qing took the draft paper and gently rubbed the top of his head. "Do you want to go out with your sister and tell mom the good news?"
Fu Yijin seemed to have thought of something and shook her head: "No, Mom doesn't believe me."
He lowered his head and whispered dejectedly, "I don't want to go."
Yu Qing didn't intend to force him and stood up.
"Where are you going?"
Fu Yijin subconsciously grabbed her hand.
Suddenly he froze, and the warm touch on his palm made him withdraw his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
"Forget it, you can go too."
Fu Yijin took back the draft paper expressionlessly and sat back on the ground.
She turned around as if angry, not letting Yu Qing see her directly.
Yu Qing was helpless and pondered for a moment.
"Be good, sister will come to see you next time."
The little boy moved his butt but didn't turn back in the end.
But Yu Qing heard a muffled "hmm".
Still a proud little brat.
…
downstairs.
Dean Ming and Jingmei were discussing other matters.
Seeing Yu Qing coming down from upstairs, Jing Mei immediately stood up and asked anxiously, "How is it?"
Dean Ming raised his eyes and glanced towards the stairs.
Um?
If he was not mistaken, the person running around like a little mouse was Fu Yijin?
Yu Qing's expression remained calm and indifferent: "He is normal and does not suffer from any mental illness."
Jing Mei suddenly seemed to be lost: "Then how, how could it be——"
How could she resist everyone, including her mother...
"Ms. Jing, there is a lack of trust between you."
(End of this chapter)
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