Chapter 110
That night.
“Knock knock.”
"Yiming?"
When Bo Yiming heard his grandfather's voice, he immediately stuffed the pile of things in front of him into the box and hurriedly covered it with a pillow.
"Come in."
Bo Tingyuan, wearing a bathrobe, pushed the door open, glanced at the living room, and noticed that his youngest son had not gone to bed yet.
He walked over to the couch. "What are you working on? Homework?"
"Of course not!"
Bo Yiming turned slightly to the side, trying to block the grandfather's sight with his body.
Bo Tingyuan placed his hand on his son's head and leaned over to open the pillow.
In the corner of the sofa was a balled-up uniform jacket that had just been delivered by the school, with needle and thread sticking out.
Bo Tingyuan prepared to pick up the uniform.
Bo Yiming said nervously: "Dad, please don't touch my things. Be careful not to knock off my buttons."
He reached out and pressed the sleeve, and when he opened it, he saw indeed a jewel suit button wrapped with needle and thread.
Bo Tingyuan recalled that when he got home tonight, his youngest son started clamoring for the shopping bags to be sent to his room.
"Did your little dad choose it today?"
"Hmm!" Seeing that he was "exposed", Bo Yiming spread his clothes on the coffee table again, slid onto the carpet and sat down, concentrating on sorting out the tangled needle and thread.
Bo Tingyuan then realized that it was to sew new buttons onto the school uniforms.
"The school allows it?"
Bo Yiming nodded, straightened the needle and thread, and continued his clumsy work of sewing buttons.
Bo Tingyuan didn't say much, he pulled a cushion and stuffed it under his son's butt.
He sat on the sofa in the back, "Why don't you let your aunt sew it for you?"
“I want to design my own.”
Bo Yiming pointed to the position of the sleeves and the lapels, "I have to think while I sew, it's not completely fixed."
Bo Tingyuan looked at his small back, which was thin and bony.
For some reason, this perspective made him feel that this child needed more careful care.
Especially when he heard Wen Cishu's worries tonight, he couldn't help feeling guilty for his failure in duty.
Bo Yiming was threading the needle carefully and had already finished putting on the new button.
He tied the knots clumsily and then cut the ends short to make sure it looked nice.
"Yiming?"
"Um?"
Bo Yiming put down his needle and thread, leaned back on his grandfather's lap, and spread the clothes on his knees. "Look, grandfather, am I sewing well?"
Bo Tingyuan rubbed the child's hair and looked at the unique emerald buttons, which were indeed very chic.
He nodded, affirming his son's aesthetic taste and craftsmanship.
Bo Yiming was puzzled as to why his grandfather came over suddenly and had such a strange attitude.
He held the clothes in his arms: "Where's your little daddy? Aren't you going to accompany him?"
"I came here after he fell asleep with me."
Bo Tingyuan originally wanted to have a frank talk with his youngest son, but when he looked at the button, he gave up the idea.
After all, the child is still young, only nine years old.
If he felt that the lack of better care was his responsibility, he would not ask such a young child to understand an adult in his thirties.
Bo Yiming blinked his eyes, as if asking: Then why are you here, big dad? Is he really here just to check my homework?
Bo Tingyuan then talked about the arrangements for the tennis court and mentioned going to the hospital for a physical examination.
"Okay." Bo Yiming suddenly rubbed the new buttons on his clothes and asked for the nth time, "Big Daddy, Little Daddy will always be as healthy as he is now, right?"
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan communicated with the doctor regularly to clarify Wen Cishu's physical condition.
Finally, he held his son's still thin shoulders and pressed them: "I will take care of your little father's health, you just take care of your own business. Don't worry too much."
"Oh, okay." Bo Yiming felt more relieved after hearing what his grandfather said.
He tilted his head and acted cute, "Do you want me to sew one on Big Daddy's suit?"
He picked up the buttons in the accessories box and said, "These were all picked by my dad~"
Bo Tingyuan was about to decline, but changed his mind when the words came to his lips: "Come on, come with me to get the suit."
"Hehe!" Bo Yiming knew that Big Daddy could not refuse "Little Daddy's Strict Selection", so he jumped up and followed Big Daddy.
Bo Tingyuan saw that he was full of energy and that he would soon be over 1.7 meters tall, so he asked, "Can I carry you?"
"No need~" Bo Yiming was particularly filial, "Don't get tired, Daddy."
He skipped out.
Bo Tingyuan stopped where he was, frowning and looking at his back.
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The next day.
The family of three took a car to the Bo family private hospital for a full physical examination.
Wen Cishu agreed to it on the day, but felt a little scared at the last minute.
If the examination reveals some other problems, it will be no joke.
"Little dad, are you afraid of having your blood drawn?" Bo Yiming always felt that his face was a little pale. "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt."
It is natural that Wen Cishu is not afraid of acupuncture.
He has been getting used to acupuncture since he was a child.
"No, I'm hungry."
Bo Tingyuan said: "After we finish the fasting project, let's eat something first."
Wen Cishu nodded.
He always felt that today's itinerary was wrong. He should go to Yongning Temple first and then come to the hospital for a physical examination.
Bo Tingyuan noticed that he suddenly began to fiddle with the bracelet on his wrist, looking quite uneasy.
When Bo Yiming went to work on the children's project, he asked, "Are you suddenly feeling unwell?"
Wen Cishu smiled bitterly and joked: "What should I do? I'm so afraid that the examination will find other problems. I'm so afraid of dying."
After he said this, he immediately added, "Really, I have never been so scared."
It seemed like his new life had just begun.
He was so afraid of losing.
Bo Tingyuan quickly pulled him into his arms and stroked his back vigorously with his large palm: "No, the doctor has always said that you are healthier than in the past few years."
Wen Cishu nodded.
While drawing blood, he stared at the dark red blood filling the small tube little by little, and silently recited the Heart Sutra in his heart.
After the smoke was finished, Bo Tingyuan helped him up: "Are you dizzy?"
Wen Cishu's expression remained normal and he shook his head.
He actually wanted to have four blood samples drawn at once instead of having to do it several times, which made him nervous. However, the doctor disagreed and said that he would have to come to his home to draw blood several times.
Fortunately, other preliminary examinations showed that Wen Cishu had no special illness except for his original heart disease.
He was temporarily relieved.
We had breakfast before leaving the hospital and heading to Yongning Temple.
Bo Yiming didn't understand today's arrangement, but considering that it was his favorite "family of three collective action", he didn't ask any more questions.
He observed quietly from the corner of his eye that the older father was holding the younger father's hand.
He was obviously in the back row, but the two fathers were whispering to each other.
Forget it, he is a filial son after all! Don’t bother with adults so much!
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Yongning Zen Temple.
After the Bo family's car stopped outside the door, the three got out and entered the temple.
Uncle Xu and Aunt Zhong from another car followed soon after, carrying flowers and fruits to offer as offerings.
Wen Cishu saw that there were no other pilgrims in the temple, so he asked and learned that the temple had issued an advance notice that it would not accept pilgrims that morning on the grounds of repairs.
"Then let's go back after we burn incense. Don't delay too long."
Bo Tingyuan took him in his arms and walked inside: "Yeah."
Then Bo Tingyuan lit the incense and handed it to Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming.
Wen Cishu raised three incense sticks, put his thumbs on his forehead, and prayed devoutly in his heart that he could live a few more years.
He didn't know that at this moment, family members on both sides of him were making the same wish.
The courtyard is filled with ancient trees that have stood through many ages, with their canopies like a canopy, providing thick shade.
Wen Cishu raised his head and squinted at the treetops.
Bo Tingyuan also raised his head with him: "After you became famous, I often have a dream."
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu looked at him immediately.
"I dreamed of you..."
Bo Tingyuan paused for a moment before saying, "I'm not feeling well."
Wen Cishu noticed his tone.
Obviously, it’s not as simple as “feeling uncomfortable”. "Did you dream that something happened to me?"
Bo Tingyuan did not deny it, but just looked at him deeply, and put his arms around his shoulders and pulled him into his arms.
Wen Cishu was suddenly frightened.
Could it be that besides him who has awakened, Bo Tingyuan also knows something? "Then what?"
Bo Tingyuan turned sideways and looked towards the main hall.
At this moment, they were standing on the central axis of the temple, and their sight just happened to see the kind-hearted Bodhisattva with his brows lowered.
Wen Cishu shuddered and held his breath.
Bo Tingyuan retracted his gaze and looked at him: "One day, I had the same dream again, and I stayed with you all night. On the way to the company in the morning, I heard the news on the radio that Yongning Zen Temple needed a large amount of donations for repairs."
Wen Cishu remembered what his mother had said, but she did not explain the specific reason at that time.
"What happened next? Did you still have that dream?"
"The number of times has gradually decreased." Bo Tingyuan said, "The last time was when you went on a variety show."
"Variety show?" Wen Cishu thought slowly.
"The second phase, in a hotel near the film and television city."
Bo Tingyuan remembered clearly that he folded the cover of the poetry collection at that time.
He rubbed the bracelet on Wen Cishu's wrist and said, "It might be useful."
Wen Cishu lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, deeply feeling the torment and pain that Bo Tingyuan had suffered for the past ten years.
If it were him, he would also seek some spiritual protection.
Bo Tingyuan was afraid that he would think too much, so he said, "I haven't had a dream for a long time. Ever since we shared a bed."
Wen Cishu was feeling a little depressed a second ago, but his face turned red when he heard this.
——Yeah, there is no time to dream.
But he still held Bo Tingyuan's hand tightly, "You know what? I actually had a strange dream before."
It could be that the magnetic field of the temple was too special, or it could be that Bo Tingyuan’s “dream” inspired him.
He decided to tell him the plot of the original book that he knew, also in the form of a "dream".
However, he skipped the story between himself and Bo Tingyuan and only talked about Bo Yiming.
"You mean, you dreamed that Yiming grew up and became a..."
It is difficult for Bo Tingyuan to use negative words to describe his children.
Wen Cishu nodded: "Promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will lead Yiming onto the right path."
After connecting the dots, Bo Tingyuan understood why Wen Cishu was so worried about the child's mental state, and nodded solemnly.
Wen Cishu asked tentatively: "Will you disagree with Xingxing and Yiming continuing to play in the future?"
Bo Tingyuan looked at his younger son who came running over: "In this matter, our opinions may not be that important."
When Wen Cishu heard this, he realized that this was indeed the case. "Then we'll take it one step at a time."
"Dad? What are you talking about?" Bo Yiming squinted his eyes and walked forward. "I just called Xingxing. He envied me for growing taller."
He took small steps and squeezed in between the two fathers. He looked up and asked, "Can I bring Xingxing here to worship the Buddha? We won't make a fuss, we'll just worship."
Wen Cishu looked at Bo Tingyuan, then he smiled gently and said, "Sure."
"Hmm~" Bo Yiming hugged his little father and began to mutter about the new discoveries he had just made in other places.
Bo Tingyuan looked at Wen Cishu, whose health was getting better and better, and then lowered his eyes to look at his youngest son who had become the villain in his dream.
Before leaving the temple, he donated an additional sum of money to repair the golden statue of the Bodhisattva.
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