C830 He Had Become a Real Blind Man
C830 He Had Become a Real Blind Man
Gong Moyan suddenly remembered when she compared height with Xiao Pei. Her mind was in a trance for a moment, and then she seriously compared with Soong Ziheng and said, "Then let's try it next time we meet."
"En, I will wait and see." Soong Ziheng rubbed her hair and watched her get into the driver's car of Gong Family.
Everyone went their separate ways. Soong Ziheng went straight to the airport the next day.
Soong Yiren saw him off at the airport. Her eyes were burning. "Ziheng, call me and your brother-in-law anytime if you need anything."
Soong Ziheng deliberately said, "I think it's more useful to find brother-in-law."
Soong Yiren lifted her leg and kicked him.
Soong Ziheng smiled and avoided her. "Sister, I feel that you are getting more and more violent now. Can brother-in-law bear it?"
Soong Yiren wanted to beat him up even more when she heard him. At this time, Soong Ziheng's flight time was almost up. He smiled and said goodbye to Soong Yiren.
At that moment, Soong Yiren felt that although her brother was a lot taller than her and had a firm foothold in the Haisheng, he still seemed to be the little boy who grew up with her.
Soong Ziheng walked into the security check and looked back.
In the hall, Soong Yiren had not left yet and was looking at him from afar.
He felt that his throat was suddenly blocked by some kind of emotion. It was a little sour, but more of it was warm.
Three hours later, Soong Ziheng's flight landed in Ning Country.
He returned to the Song residence, packed his luggage, and prepared to report to the school early in the morning.
At this moment, the home flight rang.
While Soong Ziheng was not around, the villa hired a servant to take care of it. Therefore, the maid came over to answer the phone. "Hello."
It was a deep male voice. "Hello, is Mr. Soong Ziheng here?"
The maid raised her eyes, indicating that Soong Ziheng was looking for him.
Soong Ziheng was a little confused, so he walked over to answer. "I am Soong Ziheng. Who are you?"
The man on the other side said calmly, "I am Beiming Shen."
He was in the past. Three years. During the first year, Beiming Shen only had a headache occasionally, and it was not too hard to bear.
In the second year, he began to vomit from time to time, accompanied by intermittent blindness.
In the third year of the Spring Festival, when he was playing puzzle with Beiming Yumo, he suddenly felt darkness in his eyes.
In the beginning, Beiming Shen did not think too much about it. He just thought that it would be fine in a while.
Next to him, Beiming Yumo held the puzzle in his hand and asked him, "Dad, I don't know where to put this?"
Beiming Shen tried his best to see what was in his son's hand, but there was no light in his eyes.
He held his son up and put him on his lap. He said, "Yumo, dad can't find it either. Shall we think about it together?"
Beiming Yumo was thinking and gesturing on his lap, while Beiming Shen reached out his hand to signal the housekeeper outside to come in.
The housekeeper saw that his expression was not good, and before he could ask, he said, "Old problem."
After saying that, he put his son down and helped the housekeeper to go to the bedroom to rest his eyes.
He thought that he would be fine after sleeping for a day, but after a day, his vision was still dark. The robot beside his ear told him the time, and he felt a little panicked.
Just like that, for three days, the hospital diagnosed Beiming Shen.
The benign tumor was too big, and it completely suppressed the optical nerves. Unless the craniotomy was performed, he would be permanently blind.
The doctor also sighed. He said that a typical tumor would not grow so quickly, and that the effect of radiation treatment was limited. The risk of surgery was even higher than before, so he advised him to think carefully.
Beiming Shen came out of the hospital and sat in the study room for a long time.
He had never learned how to read, so it was impossible for him to handle work in the dark.
His blindness might affect the foundation of the Beiming Family.
His son was not even three years old. No matter how hard he worked, it would take more than ten years for him to take over the family. How could he hold on until that time?
For a moment, the disappointment in his heart that had been sealed for a long time suddenly swept over. Beiming Shen picked up his phone and habitually wanted to call Beiming Mo. However, he discovered that he could not see at all and did not know which one was her number.
He shut himself in the study for three days. It was Beiming Yumo who knocked on the door and called him out.
When he came out, his expression was the same as usual. He instructed the butler to help him find a reliable blind teacher.
From then on, he was used to living in the darkness. His finger and abdomen had calluses due to learning the blind language. Finally, he learned how to use the blind language to deal with work.
The butler had found him a secret group that knew the blind language. Now, after half a year, no one in the company knew that the dignified Patriarch Beiming had become a blind man.
However, there were some things that could not be overcome with hard work.
During the monthly routine examination, the doctor told him that although the tumor did not affect his life now, if it grew longer, it might pressure other nerves.
For example, he might be paralyzed in a few years, or lose his memory...
When Beiming Shen came out of the hospital, it was raining heavily outside. His assistant held an umbrella and helped him into the car.
However, he did not want to take the car. Instead, he insisted on walking outside.
The secretary had no choice but to support him with an umbrella.
He didn't know how long he had been walking for. Due to the heavy rain, their shoes and pants were wet. Beiming Shen suddenly stopped and listened carefully.
In the distance, it seemed like someone was calling him "big brother." The voice made him a little absent-minded.
Thinking about it carefully, that girl's voice was somewhat similar to Soong Yiren's from many years ago.
At that time, Soong Yiren went to the Beiming Family to play. She called him big brother and Beiming Xiao, Second Elder Brother.
Beiming Shen stood for a while and suddenly said to the assistant beside him, "Go home."
The assistant nodded and brought Beiming Shen to the car that had been following them by the roadside.
After they went home, Beiming Shen did not even change his wet clothes. He used a special phone and dialed a number.
He still remembered the number of the Soong Family's landline.
Someone quickly answered from the other side. It was a servant. Then, Soong Ziheng also came.
He said to Soong Ziheng, "I am Beiming Shen."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. After that, it was Soong Ziheng's panting voice. "Beiming Shen? Should I call you big brother or enemy?"
Beiming Shen replied, "Ziheng, you can call me whatever you want."
Soong Ziheng's breathing was tight. His hand was tightly holding the earpiece. His voice was almost squeezed out of his chest. "You actually have the face to call me!"
Beiming Shen looked at the dark world and asked, "What do you need to do to forgive me?"
Soong Ziheng seemed to have heard the funniest thing in the world. His tone was full of ridicule and anger. "No way! "Even if you die, it's impossible!"
His parents were dead, and although his biological sister was reborn, However, how could he not know the origin of those three years?!
"I'm sorry." Beiming Shen said over the phone, "Ziheng, I'm coming to Ningcheng tonight."
He hung up the phone and told the butler, "Book a flight. I'm going to Ningcheng tonight."