There were several other children in the room. Some were lying in bed with intravenous drips, some were playing with toys beside the beds, and a few adults were chatting nearby.
The room was quite noisy, but the boy sat there quietly as if he were in a world of his own, detached from the hustle and bustle around him.
He seemed out of place in this noisy mortal world.
The boy was slender. He sat upright on the chair with his hands naturally hanging on his thighs. There was an air of melancholy and elegance about him.
He stared quietly out of the window, lost in thought. After a while, he picked up a notebook and a pen on the table and began to write and draw.
It was as if he were in a painting, a scene so beautiful that one couldn't bear to disturb him.
When Ding Ruola and Fang Siyan arrived, the adults in the room all noticed them. They excitedly talked to Fang Siyan, but the boy didn't seem to notice them at all.
Ding Ruola quietly walked behind him and found that the boy was writing densely packed words in the notebook.
【Su He glared angrily, picked up a glass of water and splashed it on Ye Qingqi's head. With one hand on her hip and the other finger pointing at the 1.8 - meter - tall man kneeling on the ground, she shouted angrily, "You good - for - nothing! The Ye family has declined. My father let you marry into our Su family out of respect for Uncle Ye. You're penniless. It's okay that you don't go to work, but you can't even pour a glass of water properly!..."】
The boy's hand holding the pen had distinct joints, was slender and long. He wrote neatly and smoothly, leaving lines of beautiful and elegant handwriting on the paper.
After seeing the content on the paper, Ding Ruola raised her eyebrows, and an approving look flashed in her eyes involuntarily.
She didn't have the heart to interrupt the boy's train of thought, so she just stood there silently watching.
【Watching Su He's departing back, a glint of something unclear flashed in Ye Qingqi's eyes. He stood up, swept the broken glass on the ground into the dustpan, and then picked up the towel hanging on the stool to wipe his hair.】
The last circle was slowly drawn, as if a complete plot had been finished. The boy finally stopped.
He capped the pen and put it on the table together with the notebook. Looking up, he only then noticed that someone was standing beside him.
Ding Ruola looked at him, a bright smile like sunshine on her lips. "Hello!"
The boy's eyes flickered. "Hello."
His voice was a bit deep and hoarse, as if he was in the voice - changing period. Perhaps because of the mask, his voice sounded rather soft.
Just as Ding Ruola was about to ask something, she saw the boy take off his mask and stand up. He looked at the man walking towards him with respect and gratitude on his face.
Maybe due to long - term illness, his face looked gaunt and his complexion was a bit sallow.
But this still couldn't hide the diamond - like sparkle in his eyes.
The boy had sword - shaped eyebrows and star - like eyes, a high - bridged nose, an oval face with distinct features, and his lips were still a bit pale after a serious illness.
He looked a bit weak, yet there was a kind of sickly beauty about him. The illness had taken away his health, but not his good looks.
"Lingzi! How have you been recently?" Fang Siyan walked towards the boy with one hand in his pocket and the other hand pushing back his hair. A gentle smile played on his lips.
"I'm fine. Thank you very much, Mr. Fang, for sponsoring my surgery. I will study harder after I recover. I will surely live up to your kindness!"
There was a bright light in the boy's eyes. He lowered his head slightly to show his respect.
"Yeah, after you recover, you don't have to achieve great things, but you must live happily. But with your previous academic performance, getting into a good university should be no problem." Fang Siyan's eyes flickered with a bit of approval.
"Yeah."
"Lingzi? I saw what you were writing just now..." Ding Ruola put her hands behind her back, her eyes full of curiosity as she looked at Lingzi.
"It's nothing. It's just a proposition essay assigned by the teacher. I'm just practicing..."
The boy interrupted Ding Ruola in time. He smiled at the girl, but there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes. "Are you Mr. Fang's wife? Thank you, brother and sister, for saving me and giving my grandma living expenses."
After saying that, the boy bowed respectfully to them.
It was obvious that the boy didn't want to talk about what he had written. Ding Ruola smiled and put her arm through Fang Siyan's. "Come on!"
When they got home, Fang Siyan simply cooked three dishes and one soup.
"Old Fang, does that boy also have congenital heart disease?" Ding Ruola swallowed a big mouthful of scrambled eggs, then took a sip of seaweed soup, looking completely satisfied.
The three dishes on the table were all simple home - cooked dishes: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, mushroom and chicken cubes stew, lotus root and scallion salad, as well as a plate of fruit salad and a bowl of seaweed soup.
These dishes were not only attractive in color combination but also very fresh and delicious.
Fang Siyan paused for a moment and picked up a piece of mushroom. "Well, he doesn't have congenital heart disease. After all, he's already grown up. He had heart failure and had a heart transplant."
"Uh, cough... What?" Ding Ruola had just picked up a cherry tomato and put it in her mouth. Before she could chew it, it fell out and rolled onto the table.
She widened her round eyes in disbelief. "Heart failure? How old is he!"
"This child is from a mountain village called Dayan Village in Shanxi. He's a left - behind child. There's only him and his grandma in the family. His parents are working in other places. They haven't been back for many years and have lost contact.
"His grandma lives frugally. At such an old age, she still earns and saves money for his tuition. He's also very diligent and eager to learn. He often does part - time jobs. He already had some heart defects, and his constitution is rather weak. Coupled with an irregular schedule, his body was over - burdened, and then he had heart failure.
"When we were doing a survey, we found out about his situation. Just as this boy had an attack, we brought him here. We also donated 100,000 yuan to his family. We originally wanted to give 200,000 yuan, but later the boy said that it was enough to just give his grandma some living expenses. He would earn his own tuition and firmly refused our subsidy."
Fang Siyan told the story slowly and steadily, a look of pity in his eyes.
"Oh..." Ding Ruola was also stunned, with a complex look on her face.
She remembered what the boy had written. It was obviously one of the hottest topics in the most popular online literature novels nowadays. Was that boy a writer? But did he not want others to know his identity?
"Are you full?" Fang Siyan stood up and started to clear the plates and bowls. He lovingly tapped Ding Ruola's forehead.
"Stop daydreaming! If you keep thinking like this, the bath water will get cold. I've drawn the water for you. Go take a bath quickly."
"... Okay!" Seeing that the plates were cleared away by Professor Fang right after she finished eating, and that the man had drawn the bath water for her, Ding Ruola instantly felt as if she had fallen into a honey pot.