Fu Xiuhan didn't like people seeing his weak side. He glared fiercely at the little boy, but his teary eyes softened his glare considerably, making him look somewhat pitiful.
Are you sick?
The little boy walked over and squatted down next to Fu Xiuhan.
Fu Xiuhan didn't like people getting too close, so he moved to the other side and retorted unhappily, "You're the one who's sick."
Only after the words were out of habit did I realize something was wrong. The little boy was wearing a hospital gown in the hospital; the situation was obvious.
Fu Xiuhan didn't really want to apologize, so he turned his head away.
"Yes, I am indeed sick."
The little boy didn't seem to care, as if he was already used to it. Fu Xiuhan felt uncomfortable when he heard this answer. He had always been wary of people his own age and didn't quite understand why this discomfort was actually guilt.
Fu Nanxun taught him from a young age to be wary of everyone, and that people only hang out with him because they don't really like him, but are after his family's money, power, and status.
I only befriended him to take advantage of him. People say that families like his only care about self-interest, not genuine feelings.
Fu Nanxun didn't think Fu Xiuhan needed to make friends. In any case, these so-called fair-weather friends would be useless in the end. He would choose qualified friends for Fu Xiuhan, friends who would be helpful to his career.
Fu Xiuhan grew up receiving such teachings. He was always obedient and naturally followed his father's words strictly. He never felt that there was anything wrong with it.
Especially after being locked in the toilet by what she thought was her "friend," she felt even more that Fu Nanxun's words were prescient.
Fu Xiuhan didn't know how to communicate with children his own age. In fact, he didn't know how to communicate with anyone at all, since everyone he encountered needed to curry favor with his father. Fu Xiuhan didn't need to give face to anyone.
No matter how badly he behaves, people will still fawn over him, praising him for his personality and saying he's someone who can do great things.
Fu Xiuhan had always seen greedy, insincere eyes in his peers, but he did not see that in this little boy.
"How old are you?" The little boy, oblivious to Fu Xiuhan's rejection, continued to ask curiously.
"I'm 10 years old." Although Fu Xiuhan was still a few months away from his 10th birthday, he deliberately reported his age as older to make himself seem different from these little brats.
“Then you are a little older than me. I will turn 9 next month, so you are the older brother.”
Fu Xiuhan almost blurted out, "You're not worthy to be my brother. Our Fu family doesn't lack sons." But looking at the little boy's innocent eyes, he swallowed his words.
Seeing that Fu Xiuhan didn't speak, the little boy asked, "What are you doing here? It's so cold in here, aren't you going back to your room?"
"There are no rooms here, only hospital wards. I don't want to be sick and stay here."
"Hmm, are you lost? Would you like to come to my room and wait for your family? I have a phone there, you can use it."
The little boy didn't recognize the impatience in Fu Xiuhan's words; he just felt that Fu Xiuhan looked so lonely squatting alone in the stairwell on such a cold day.
Just like him.
Fu Xiuhan only belatedly realized that the stairwell was indeed very cold. He sniffed, convinced that he was strong enough not to catch a cold tomorrow.
He wanted to refuse, but his body reacted first. By the time Fu Xiuhan came to his senses, he was already sitting in the little boy's hospital room.
"Have some water." The little boy struggled to lift the kettle, wanting to pour Fu Xiuhan a cup of hot water. Perhaps he wasn't strong enough, as his hand holding the kettle wobbled. Afraid that the boy would get burned, Fu Xiuhan took the kettle from him and poured himself a cup of water.
"Drinking some hot water will make you feel better." The little boy sat back on his bed. The room was heated, which was much more comfortable than the hallway.
Fu Xiuhan drank water while looking around the ward. It was a little worse than the one his mother had stayed in, but it was barely a decent single room.
"What's wrong with you?" Fu Xiuhan felt he should ask politely after arriving at someone else's hospital room and drinking their hot water.
"have no idea."
Well, Fu Xiuhan wasn't really that concerned; he was just asking.
The two sat in silence in the room. Fu Xiuhan glanced at the violin on the little boy's bedside table and asked, "Can you play the violin?"
The little boy lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, "Well, but I didn't poop very well."
"Play me a song." Fu Xiuhan, used to being condescending, unconsciously adopted a commanding tone.
The little boy didn't mind; it was rare for someone to be willing to listen to him play the violin.
His mother said he played terribly, but the little boy wasn't upset. He thought that as long as he practiced more, he would get better.
The little boy played a simple tune. Fu Xiuhan had heard many performances, and he thought Shi Qian played the best.
"It sounds great, better than anything I've ever heard."
Fu Xiuhan, fearing he wouldn't believe her, added, "I've heard a lot about it."
The little boy didn't believe it. Everyone said he played terribly, but he just smiled and thanked Fu Xiuhan for his support.
"What is this piece of music? It's very beautiful."
"Just wrote it randomly."
Fu Xiuhan was somewhat surprised to hear that the piece was written by him. This little boy looked about his age and could actually compose music.
After listening to the song, Fu Xiuhan felt a little better than before. At this moment, he believed his mother's strange statement that music could cleanse one's soul.
He remembered seeing a violin in his mother's room before, and he figured his mother would like the piece. He thought that if he felt better after listening to it, his mother would feel better too.
Fu Xiuhan wanted to invite the little boy to perform for his mother as well, and he would give him a lot of appearance fees. Unfortunately, before he could say anything, the little boy started coughing violently and looked like he was about to die.
Fu Xiuhan was startled and quickly pressed the emergency call button by the bedside. Several nurses rushed over and pushed Fu Xiuhan out of the room.
Fu Xiuhan didn't know where to go. If he went to his mother's ward now, his mother would definitely ask him all sorts of questions, like whether he was skipping school. Fu Xiuhan could only take a walk in the garden downstairs, thinking that he would come up to see the little boy later.
Unfortunately, when he came up, the little boy's ward was already empty. Fu Xiuhan felt a little disappointed. He hadn't even had a chance to ask the boy's name yet. He wanted to tell him that he was willing to be friends with him and decided to prepare a birthday present for him, something he had never done before.
Unfortunately, Fu Xiuhan never saw the little boy again after that.
He gradually forgot what the little boy looked like, but he always remembered the song.
Fu Xiuhan thought that as long as he heard this song again in the future, he would definitely recognize the little boy.
This was the first friend he actively wanted to make, and Fu Xiuhan still remembers him fondly.
The way the little boy played the violin seemed to slowly overlap with Shi Qian's violin playing in the music room that morning. Shi Qian noticed Fu Xiuhan's strange look and moved to the side.
"Have you been to the capital before?" Fu Xiuhan asked.
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