Chapter 325 Between Other People's Illness and My Illness

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

He had noticed that his wife was a little absent-minded. As a man, he didn't want his wife to worry. After breakfast, he went to Huayuan Bridge to ask the doctor. The examination report should be out today.

Sun Xiangyun was full of sadness while brushing his teeth. He even thought about his own death.

Thinking about whether he should draw some portraits of himself, Sun Xiangyun decided not to draw self-portraits since he was young. For some unknown reason, he decided not to draw self-portraits when he was in junior high school.

Self-portraits always have a mysterious power in the heart of young Sun Xiangyun. The eyes that walked from himself to the drawing paper seemed to be able to see through the painter'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 portraits make people feel peaceful? Why do people need good-looking portraits when they are dead? Do you really let your family have nothing to do and continue to live by looking at their portraits?

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

During breakfast, Sun Xiangyun wanted to talk to his wife Amin about some topics to relieve the morning's depression. It has been Sun Xiangyun's habit for many years to make his wife happy.

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

Lao Wu was Sun Xiangyun's middle school classmate. The two had always had a good relationship. In the past few years, because he had a stroke and had been half-sided, he had left all the business matters to his son and daughter-in-law, and he rested at home. This has been five or six years.

At the beginning, Lao Wu would try hard to write calligraphy, occasionally paint, or take pictures with a shutter cable.

He lives on the 21st floor. Just taking pictures of the sunrise around the sea can hold a private photography exhibition. Moreover, Lao Wu has been doing business for most of his life and has many friends. He can make some pocket money by publishing a photo album.

For more than a year at first, Old Wu didn't pay much attention to his stroke. If his legs and feet were not in good condition, he could use a cane. Sun Xiangyun always joked that a cane was good because it made him look more like a boss.

Old Wu started out in the lighting business, which was a combination of retail and wholesale. He made a lot of money in the early years, but later the real economy failed, and Old Wu failed to keep up with the pace of the online economy in time, and lost a lot of money.

In Old Wu's words, "In business, if you don't make money, you lose money, and if you make less money, you also lose money." At the end, he always added, "It's better to paint, painting is so free."

"Ah, Old Wu seems to be getting worse day by day." Sun Xiangyun ate half a bowl of yam and pumpkin porridge and found that his mouth had no taste. He thought of adding a small spoonful of honey to adjust the taste. When the spoon was placed on the edge of the bowl, Sun Xiangyun's right hand suddenly trembled slightly.

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

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

"No, it looks very stable, not shaking."

Amin did not see the shaking of Sun Xiangyun's right hand. She only saw Sun Xiangyun looking at his hand, his eyes were cloudy, completely different from the Sun Xiangyun yesterday.

Yesterday, her husband's eyes were still clear.

As people get older, their eyes get older. Eyes are the only thing that won't lie.

Amin suddenly understood what this sentence meant.

This is not about crow's feet, sagging skin, etc. Whether a person's eyes are old or not depends on their eyesight, whether there is still light in their eyes.

She thought of the time before her father died, when he always said that his eyes were uncomfortable and he could not see things clearly. Her father had cataracts in his right eye. After the operation, he recovered for a few years, but then he began to see things unclearly again. Although he could not see things clearly, the right eye that was not sick was always bright, until later, it seemed that he was really exhausted, and his eyes became more and more cloudy and lifeless.

"No, your hand is fine. Don't worry about it. Don't you have an appointment with the doctor? Go see the doctor after breakfast."

"I don't think I'm sick. I just... Oh, I won't say more."

Sun Xiangyun sighed.

"Let's continue talking about Old Wu. Can he get out of bed recently? Does he still take pictures?"

Sun Xiangyun shook his head. "Now, except for going to the toilet, the nanny will help him get out of bed. He stays in bed all the time. Sometimes he doesn't even get out of bed to go to the toilet. He said he doesn't have the strength. He still takes pictures, but the shutter release cable doesn't work. It's set to automatic shooting. But it's not bad. I took a quick look. His house has no obstructions in front and behind, and it's high. It's pretty good to take pictures of sunrise and sunset in a day."

"He doesn't have the strength to take pictures by himself. He is about the same age as you. How come he is so bad after the stroke?"

"I don't know. It seems that he has become particularly bad in the last two times I visited him. I really think it's weird. After seeing him, I feel very bad. Maybe it's because of winter."

Sun Xiangyun finished all the porridge in the bowl and didn't plan to eat the remaining sandwich. He didn't have much appetite. It's true. He was also wondering why he didn't have much appetite.

Amin saw that her husband was still in a depressed mood, so she thought she should say a few more words. It was better to talk than to be in silence, so she said, "Are all the business of Old Wu now managed by his son and daughter? Are they busy? Or are they bored and their health is getting worse? Didn't they take photos before?"

"Come to think 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 filial."

Sun Xiangyun lowered his voice, as if someone other than his wife would hear him talking at home.

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

Before, the couple was looking for topics to talk while eating, but now they were talking attentively.

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

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

"Really? Oh, it seems that Old Wu is not very happy in his old age."

Thinking of Old Wu's condition, Amin felt a little sad and thought about going to see him together next week.