"I, it should be fine." Sun Xiangyun felt bad, but he didn't know why.

He has noticed that his wife is a little distracted. As a man, he does not want his wife to worry. After breakfast, he will go to Huayuanqiao to ask the doctor. The examination report should be out today.

While brushing his teeth, Sun Xiangyun was filled with sadness, and he even thought about his own death.

Thinking about whether he should draw some portraits of himself, Sun Xiangyun has decided never to draw self-portraits since he was young. For unknown reasons, in short, he decided not to draw self-portraits since he was in junior high school.

Self-portrait kind of thing.

Self-portraits always had a mysterious power in the young Sun Xiangyun's heart. The eyes that walked from himself to the drawing paper seemed to be able to see through the artist's heart from the drawing paper.

But recently, hand-painted portraits seem to be very popular. Many people think that hand-painted portraits are more vital and make people feel more peaceful.

It’s really unreasonable. Can a portrait of a deceased person still make people feel at peace? Why do people need beautiful portraits after they are dead? Do they really want their families to have nothing to do and continue to live while looking at their portraits?

Thinking of this, Sun Xiangyun realized that his mind was full of things related to death and sadness. Is this what people think about when they get old?

While having breakfast, Sun Xiangyun was thinking about talking to his wife Amin about some topics to relieve the depression of the morning. Making his wife happy has been Sun Xiangyun's habit for many years.

So he was thinking about what to talk about with his wife. While he was thinking about it, his wife Amin asked: "You went to see Lao Wu on Saturday. How is he doing? Did he ask you to tell him travel stories or something like that?"

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Lao Wu is Sun Xiangyun's middle school classmate, and they have always had a good relationship. In the past few years, he had been having difficulty with one side of his body after a stroke, so he left all business matters to his son and wife to take care of it, and rested peacefully at home.

In total, it's been five or six years.

At the beginning, Lao Wu would also work hard on writing calligraphy, occasionally painting, or taking photos with a shutter release.

He lives on the 21st floor, and he can hold a private photography exhibition just by taking pictures of the sea. Moreover, Lao Wu has been in business for most of his life and has many friends. He can earn some pocket money by publishing photo albums.

At first, for more than a year, Wu didn't pay much attention to his stroke. If his legs were weak, he could use crutches. Sun Xiangyun always laughed at him and said that with crutches, he looks more like a boss.

Lao Wu started out in the lighting business, which was both retail and wholesale. He made a lot of money in the early years. Later, when the real economy collapsed, Lao Wu failed to keep up with the pace of the online economy in time and lost a lot of money.

In the words of Lao Wu, "In business, if you don't make money, you will lose money, and if you make less money, you will lose money." At the end, there will always be a sentence, "It's better to paint, painting is more comfortable."

"Ah, Lao Wu seems to be getting worse every day." Sun Xiangyun ate less than half a bowl of yam and pumpkin porridge, and found that there was no taste in his mouth. He thought about adding a small spoonful of honey to season it, and put the spoon on the side of the bowl. Suddenly, Sun Xiangyun's

His right hand trembled slightly.

"Amin, do you see my right hand shaking?"

Hearing Sun Xiangyun's question, Amin got scared and quickly put down his sandwich, lowered his head and looked closer at Sun Xiangyun's hand.

"No, it looks very stable, no shaking."

Amin didn't see the shaking of Sun Xiangyun's right hand as he said. She only saw Sun Xiangyun looking at her hand. His eyes were cloudy and turbid. They were completely different from Sun Xiangyun yesterday.

My husband’s eyes were still clear yesterday.

People have old eyes, and eyes cannot deceive.

Amin suddenly understood what this sentence meant.

This is not talking about crow's feet or sagging skin at all. What determines the age of a person's eyes is the look in his eyes, whether there is still light in them.

She thought about the time before her father died. He always said that his eyes were uncomfortable and his vision was hazy. Her father suffered from cataracts in his right eye. After the surgery, he recovered for several years, but then he began to see clearly again.

, although he could not see clearly, the right eye that was not affected had always been bright. Until later, it seemed that the oil was really running out, and the eye became increasingly cloudy and lifeless.

"No, your hand is fine. Don't think too much. Didn't you make an appointment with the doctor? Let's go to the doctor after breakfast."

"I shouldn't be sick, I just, hey, I won't talk about it."

Sun Xiangyun sighed.

"Let's continue talking about Lao Wu. Can he still go out recently? Does he still take pictures?"

Sun Xiangyun shook his head, "Now except when he goes to the toilet, the nanny will help him get out, and he goes to the toilet all the time. Sometimes he doesn't get out of the toilet. He said he feels weak. Photos are still being taken, even the shutter cable is not working.)

I did it and set up automatic shooting, but it was pretty good. I took a closer look and found that his house had no obstructions in the front and back, and it was high. After a day, it was pretty good to take photos."

"I don't even have the energy to take pictures myself. He is about the same age as you. Why is he so bad after the stroke?"

"I don't know, it seems that the last two times I went to see him, he became particularly bad. I really felt weird. After seeing him, I felt very bad. Maybe it's because of the winter."

Sun Xiangyun drank all the porridge in the bowl and did not intend to eat the remaining sandwich. It was true that he had no appetite. He also wondered why he had no appetite.

Seeing that her husband was still depressed, Amin thought it would be better to say a few words. Talking was better than being depressed, so he added: "Then, is it his son and daughter who are looking after Lao Wu's business now? Are you busy?

Otherwise, you might get bored and your health will get worse and worse. Didn’t you take pictures before?"

"Speaking of it, it's true."

Sun Xiangyun put down the bowl, approached Amin and said, "Don't tell me, it's true, these two children are really not very filial."

Sun Xiangyun lowered his voice, as if someone other than his wife would listen to what he said at home.

"Ah? Why do you feel so suddenly?" Amin also lowered his voice.

Before, the couple was looking for topics to talk about while eating, but now they were concentrating on chatting.

"Don't tell me. I didn't expect that the one who watched Wu Fang grow up would be so unfilial now. In comparison, the one in our family is much better."

Sun Xiangyun said, took a piece of bread and put it into his mouth and started eating again.

"Really? Hey, it seems that Old Wu is not very happy in his old age."
Chapter completed!