Chapter 37 Ending (Part 1)

Wearing a small voice changer around her neck, Yunxi did not do any special cover-up because Shen Mingxu could not see.

Led by Zhou Heng, a year later, Yunxi took annual leave and returned to her wedding room under someone else's name. When she saw Shen Mingxu for the first time, Yunxi was greatly surprised. She could not imagine that he had changed so much in just one year.

"Xiaoxu, I brought him here."

As Zhou Heng called his name, Shen Mingxu slowly pushed his wheelchair from one end of the hall to the entrance. Zhou Heng changed into slippers and immediately went behind the wheelchair to help him push the wheelchair. The person in the wheelchair also wore sunglasses at home. It was obvious that he had a visual impairment and could not see. Shen Mingxu's clear jawline did not change, but his cheeks were slightly sunken, and he was even thinner.

Sitting in the wheelchair, his back was also straight, and his vision did not change at all. Yunxi did not say anything, and he did not know where the person was.

His right leg was straight, and his foot was also straight on the wheelchair pedal. His left knee was the same height as the wheelchair seat because of the thickening of the wheelchair seat cushion, but his left thigh, which was not half as thick as his right leg, was lying in the seat cushion, facing outwards. His toes were slightly swaying as the wheelchair moved forward, and his legs were thin and long, and he couldn't even hold up his cotton socks, and

he didn't wear slippers. Shen Mingxu's hair was not styled, and it was hanging softly. His bangs were a little shorter than before. He wore a black shirt and a gray sweater, which made his skin look pale and bloodless. He was in a very bad state, as if he had aged several years. His lips, which were once as white as petals, were now grayish white.

Shen Mingxu was always cold and silent. Yunxi was stunned on the spot, and Zhou Heng had to remind her, "Little sister, this is Mr. Shen, call someone."

"Oh, Shen, hello, Mr. Shen." Yunxi was already nervous and stuttering without much disguise.

"Hello, cousin." Hearing the voice, Shen Mingxu raised his chin slightly, turned his head in the direction of Yunxi, and said hello.

Zhou Heng helped him push the wheelchair, and he put his hands on the wheelchair armrests obediently. The simple and plain wedding ring stung Yunxi's eyes.

After a year of separation, he was still wearing their wedding ring.

"By the way, call me Xiaoxu like Brother Zhou. I can't see, cousin, just listen to Brother Zhou's arrangements. My legs are not convenient for walking, but I can take care of myself and basically won't bother you. The most important thing is, every morning before you go out, when you see me, help me check my clothes and shoes to see if I wear them backwards or my two shoes are different. Thank you for coming to my house to help."

After placing the "cousin" on the sofa, Shen Mingxu rarely said a lot. He had already explained the salary issue to Zhou Heng, and he must make his cousin satisfied. Most importantly, he was very grateful that others were willing to take care of him, a disabled person.

Zhou Heng said, Xiaoxu, you are too polite. I will take her to get familiar with the house later and tell her the main things. Don't worry.

Watching Zhou Heng push Shen Mingxu into the elevator, send him upstairs and then come down, Yunxi stood by the sofa and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This home has changed a lot. All the furnishings have disappeared and the space has become empty. The home that was once filled with flowers has become deserted and unpopular.

"I have greeted the aunt who cooks. Don't worry. You don't need to take care of the medicine he takes. But after all, he can't see. The new medicine needs to be classified for him. There are those labels. Xiaoxu can do everything by himself. He has matured a lot." Zhou Heng and Yunxi have already communicated about the important things privately. Now they are standing in the kitchen chatting, which is more like a formality.

"Xiaoxu, the infusion will take two days. I have explained to my cousin that the nurse will come to the house in the afternoon. I bought the ticket and left now. My cousin is my own family. If you have something to say, just tell me. Don't force yourself to do it." "

Brother, don't worry, I know. Don't rush to come back. It's not easy for you to go back once."

After a brief explanation, Zhou Heng carried a small travel bag and left the villa. The aunt who cooks at home had not come to make lunch yet. There were only Yunxi and Shen Mingxu.

Shen Mingxu pushed his wheelchair to the elevator door, grabbed the wheelchair handrail with one hand, leaned forward and reached out with the other hand to touch and confirm the position of the elevator door. He adjusted the wheelchair twice and finally entered the elevator by himself. He touched the button and went upstairs by himself. The atmosphere at home was completely different from a year ago. Yunxi was like a stranger, standing in the hall at a loss.

At lunch, Yunxi finally had the opportunity to go upstairs to "disturb" him. Carrying the meal prepared by her aunt, Yunxi knocked on the study door.

"Come in."

Hearing his voice, Yunxi slowly pushed the door open and walked in. She saw Shen Mingxu took off his headphones and raised his face to "look" at her. He was working with the blind assistance software.

"Lunch is ready. Today we have steamed spare ribs with black bean sauce, sweet stir-fried beef with loofah, scrambled eggs with shrimp and mushrooms, and chicken soup with morels. The staple food is rice, and there is also jujube paste cake." She walked slowly to the table and announced the dishes as she walked.

"Thank you, cousin. I'll eat rice, shrimp, shiitake mushrooms and chicken soup. Please take away the rest." Shen Mingxu lowered his eyes and did not deliberately look for the other person's eyes, because he could not see.

"...Auntie said that you like sweet tastes, I didn't know... so I brought it up." Yunxi's mind was working quickly, trying to indirectly persuade him to eat more.

"It's not your fault. Did you and Auntie eat? I can't see. The staple food is rice, and some vegetables. Jujube paste is sweet and greasy. It tastes bad when mixed with vegetables." Shen Mingxu explained to his cousin patiently for the first time.

"Oh, okay, spare ribs, don't you want to eat some?" She was still persuading.

Without raising his head, Shen Mingxu shook his head gently, sat quietly in the wheelchair, and stopped talking.

"I'll take the jujube paste cake, beef and spare ribs down. Auntie and I will eat right away." No wonder he lost so much weight. Yunxi felt so distressed, but she didn't say anything else.

"Thank you. I'll call you when I'm done." She left a few dishes on the table, and then she walked away. Shen Mingxu straightened his back with the cushion. He had been working on the computer for a long time, and his waist ached badly, and his legs were numb.

Yunxi looked back every few steps, and saw him adjusting his sitting position. She began to feel sorry for him for not taking a rest early and not taking care of himself.

Yunxi and her aunt had dinner, and her aunt left. After a while, she heard Shen Mingxu coming out of the study and calling her softly, "Cousin, I'm done." She

hurried upstairs to collect the dishes. Yunxi saw Shen Mingxu's wheelchair at the door of the room. Hearing her footsteps, he whispered, "Cousin, dinner can be half the amount of lunch. Lunch was a little more today, so you can have less tomorrow. I don't have much activity in my wheelchair, and I can't digest too much."

"Okay, okay." Shen Mingxu didn't have a big appetite before, and Yunxi didn't dare to persuade him to eat casually. She had just returned to this family, so she should observe and adapt more, instead of rushing to change.

When the nurse came, Yunxi took people upstairs. Shen Mingxu was taking a nap in bed. He heard the knock on the door saying that the nurse was coming. Before the two approached, Shen Mingxu propped up his upper

body with his hands on the bed and said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to the bathroom." They stood in the small hall of the bedroom and watched Shen Mingxu sit up. He moved his body with his hands, then moved his left leg off the bed and let it hang casually. The fabric of his home pants was relatively thin, and his left leg was skinny and weak and could not be straightened. Compared with the healthy right foot, the toe and instep of his left foot had become a small crescent shape, soft and drooping, shaking slightly with the movement.

The big hand reached over the wheelchair, touched the head of the bed, and then touched the crutches leaning against the head of the bed. Yunxi didn't have time to exclaim, Shen Mingxu had already skillfully set up the crutches and stood up.

He was not wearing slippers, and he used crutches to move his right leg skillfully and quickly, but his thin body was highlighted by the use of crutches. The knee of his thin left leg was slightly turned outward, and his bent paralyzed leg hung at his side, with his toes touching the floor, without any strength. Shen Mingxu was familiar with his room and was quite familiar with using crutches

. Yunxi saw that Shen Mingxu's left leg was severely deformed, and he could imagine how much he had neglected this sick leg in the past year, as he was so sick that he needed an infusion to reduce inflammation. "Hey, this needle is the last one today, and it can't be used again tomorrow. Your skin is too sensitive and it's easy to get inflamed." The young nurse helped Shen Mingxu connect the infusion device while talking to herself about the life of his indwelling needle.

Except for whispering thank you, Shen Mingxu didn't say anything else. He couldn't see other people's expressions, but just lay quietly, at your disposal, with his eyes open blankly.

Standing by the bed and looking at Shen Mingxu closely, Yunxi was surprised to find that the color of his eyes was different. In the previous contact, although she knew that Shen Mingxu was blind, she still didn't dare to look directly into his eyes. Only at this moment, when he opened his eyes and was completely exposed, she could clearly see that the color of his right eye, which was blinded first, had become lighter. It was as if a layer of mist covered the dark brown pupil, and the eyeball had turned into light amber. The other eye was still dark brown, with a clear contrast.

Suppressing the surprise in her heart, Yunxi quickly looked away, checked the connected infusion device, and thanked the nurse.

While Shen Mingxu was receiving an infusion, Yunxi walked into the cloakroom and saw that a subversive change had taken place. The clothes and pants that used to be brightly colored and fashionable were gone; instead, the black, white, gray and blue clothes and pants were sorted and organized according to seasons and colors. There were Chinese and Braille labels in each fixed position of the grid. Obviously, the Chinese was for the people who helped him to classify the clothes, and the Braille young master used it to help him dress himself. The

same is true for shoes. The young master used to have enough shoes to fill a small room, but now there are only a dozen pairs that he often wears, which are marked according to color and function.

There were basically three or four pairs of sunglasses that were no different. The various brands and styles of glasses that he had once had were gone. He no longer needed them.

Yunxi couldn't stop sighing. She checked what clothes he still needed and prepared to help him find some of his old ones and buy him some new ones. She

prepared warm water for Shen Mingxu, the medicine he should take on time, and discussed with his aunt what he should eat for dinner. When the nurse pulled out the indwelling needle for him, Yunxi leaned over to help him press the needle hole, but he refused repeatedly, "No, no, no, no, cousin, I can do it myself." With a clear refusal, Shen Mingxu lay on the bed and retracted his arms, bent his right leg to help himself turn sideways, and kept a distance from his cousin.

Fearing that his left leg, which was paralyzed on the bed, would spasm, and even more fearing that the needle hole under his finger would bleed, Yunxi immediately stood up and stopped approaching, keeping a distance.

At dinner, Shen Mingxu didn't give her any face. Yunxi persuaded him to go downstairs to eat together, but he stopped his slender fingers on the Braille book and refused coldly. Facing the considerate consolation, he didn't say anything.

The big man who ate as much as a kitten for dinner put down his bowl and chopsticks in the small hall and brought over a super thick Braille book, touching it quietly, without moving. Yunxi didn't dare to say that she would help him massage his legs and feet. When she wanted to see if he needed help before going to bed, the bedroom door was closed tightly, and no one was welcome to enter.

The next morning, the young man in the wheelchair finally came downstairs. The elevator opened, and Yunxi quietly stood at the door to watch him. She saw Shen Mingxu wearing dark blue pajamas, slowly sliding his wheelchair to the refrigerator, reaching out to touch the position of the refrigerator, and then adjusting the wheelchair, opening the refrigerator and taking out water to drink.

Watching him touch the bottle mouth to buckle the water bottle, then slowly adjust the wheelchair backwards, reaching out to touch the door to close the refrigerator, and then turning the wheelchair on the spot to return to the elevator, Yunxi kept watching him like that, silently shedding tears, watching his calm and lifeless eyes without any change.

The whole house was not turned on, and she originally thought that Shen Mingxu would be very unhappy to mention the matter of turning on the lights, but she found that he no longer cared whether there was light.

After the infusion on the second day, Shen Mingxu took the initiative to talk to Yunxi during lunch, "Cousin, I'm going to the company this afternoon. Brother Zhou told you the address, right?"

"Yes." She wanted to say, you should rest for half a day, but Yunxi didn't dare. Shen Mingxu's pale face was very serious, with a determination that could not be refused.

"We'll leave at 12:30."

"I'll help you pack your things. Can you tell me what you need to bring?" She had forgotten that Zhou Heng had said that Shen Mingxu could basically take care of himself now, and she didn't need to help him if he didn't ask for help. Yunxi took the initiative and wanted to help him.

"No, I can do it myself. Thank you, cousin." Shen Mingxu's tone was already cold, and he turned the wheel rim by himself and slowly left the table.

She took the initiative to push Shen Mingxu's wheelchair. When they arrived at the car, Yunxi helped him open the door. When her fingers just touched his arm and were about to support him, the man actually used his hand to push her away, directly blocking her hand and reaching out to touch the car seat.

After confirming the position of the seat, Shen Mingxu released the handbrake by himself, grabbed his paralyzed left leg and put it on the ground, moved his right leg by himself, and stood up by holding the door frame. His right leg was strong, but his left leg was curled and shaking at his side. He bent over to prepare to sit in the seat, and had to hold his left leg with his hand, slowly sat down, and then pulled his left leg into the car.

Seeing him adjust his sitting posture by himself, Yunxi gently closed the door, skillfully folded the wheelchair and put it in the trunk. When she walked towards the driver's seat, she suddenly stopped. Zhou Heng's cousin, who had never worked as a medical nurse, was accompanying Shen Mingxu out for the first time. Was she too skilled in putting away the wheelchair? She

sat in the driver's seat with trepidation, and saw that Shen Mingxu fastened his seat belt by himself. Yunxi didn't say anything and started the car.

She had never had the opportunity to check his left leg. Yunxi just felt that Shen Mingxu had lost a lot of weight. She didn't know the specific condition of his left leg. She didn't dare to reach out and touch him when getting off the car, so she had to put the wheelchair in place for him and reminded him out loud.

Zhou Heng, the secretary and assistant of Shen Mingxu, had greeted Yunxi. In order to prevent accidental recognition, Yunxi still wore a mask, sent Shen Mingxu into the company and ran out. In fact, she did not meet any acquaintances. After all, the Shen family building collapsed, and things had changed completely.

After not coming to the company for many days, Shen Mingxu did not send a message to his cousin to pick him up until everyone else got off work. Yunxi was very worried and took the initiative to send a message. Soon, Shen Mingxu replied with a voice message.

"Cousin, come to my office after dinner. I'm working overtime and need your help with something."

Hearing that he finally needed her help, Yunxi was secretly happy in her heart. She didn't want to eat at all, and went directly into the elevator to find Shen Mingxu.

There was no one else in the office area, and everyone had gone off work.

"Xiaoxu, have you eaten?" Standing at the door of Shen Mingxu's office, Yunxi asked him carefully. This time Shen Mingxu was much more polite.

"I've eaten, cousin. I don't know where the trash can is. Please help me..." Holding the armrest of the wheelchair and bending down, Shen Mingxu touched the lunch box he had packed next to the wheelchair. Before he could turn the wheelchair again, Yunxi had already walked to his side.

"Give it to me." She took the bag from him and turned to leave the office.

A pair of invisible eyes stared at the direction where Yunxi left. Shen Mingxu couldn't see it. He frowned slightly with a strange expression.

"Here are a few documents. The secretary left in a hurry and didn't help me sort them. Please help me read them. I know how to sort them myself." He gathered the small pile of documents in front of him and spoke in the direction where Yunxi was walking.

"Okay." In the past, Yunxi could help him sort them directly. Now, she looked at the text according to his request and read from the first one.

"Okay, that's it." After listening to the cousin read a few sentences and knowing which department the documents belonged to, Shen Mingxu interrupted her and raised his hand to take the documents.

Seeing that the color of his eyes had changed, Yunxi guessed that he had completely forgotten about the regular check-ups and medication. He couldn't see at all now, but he still knew that his eyeballs would atrophy and deform. If he just left it alone, did he really not care about his image?

The document fell into his hands, and Shen Mingxu fumbled for a grid on the large desk where he temporarily placed the documents. From top to bottom, he touched the grid that should be classified, put the document away with both hands, and then motioned to his cousin to read the next one.

Shen Mingxu himself couldn't see, and the documents were not in Braille. After Yunxi helped him read the documents and sorted them out, he said he was going to the bathroom. After a long time, so long that Yunxi couldn't help but stand at the door of the bathroom and wanted to rush in to save him. With a "click", the door opened, and Shen Mingxu pushed the wheelchair out.

Before getting in the car, Shen Mingxu was pushed by his cousin to the underground garage. He apologized and said, "I'm sorry, cousin. It's the end of the year and there's a lot of

work at the company. I've delayed your return to rest." "It doesn't matter. I'm alone. If I'm not at your house, I'll work at another employer's house." Yunxi deliberately said it in a businesslike manner, wanting Shen Mingxu to feel less guilty.

Sure enough, Shen Mingxu stopped blaming himself after hearing this. After Yunxi opened the car door, he reached out to touch the position of the car door and seat, slightly moved the direction of the wheelchair, put on the wheelchair handbrake, and then slowly moved his left leg to the ground, holding the seat with his hand, and slowly stood up.

Standing next to Shen Mingxu's wheelchair, Yunxi was ready to help him at any time. She kept looking at his unchanged face. Shen Mingxu had become thinner and looked like a mature man. Compared with when they first met, his features were clear and handsome, and his affinity and youthfulness were gone. Instead, he had a calm, lonely, abstinent and cold aura.

The tall and thin man got into the car. Yunxi noticed that his back was a little hunched. In one year, Shen Mingxu really looked several years older.

After knowing that his eyes had no light perception and he was completely blind, Yunxi began to look at Shen Mingxu more boldly. Every time she saw his right eyeball change color, she felt sad. The two eyes were different colors, but it did not affect the fact that Shen Mingxu was a charming and cold handsome man. When he looked up at Yunxi, his eyes would turn unconsciously, and it seemed that he had vision problems and could only rely on sunglasses to cover up his blindness.

Did anyone tell him that his eyes had changed color? Did he know it himself? She wanted him to resume treatment. Treatment, medication, and massage around the eyes were troublesome and painful, but it was necessary to slow down the speed of his eyeball deformation and atrophy. Blindness was not terrible. Blindness caused facial changes and inflammation and illness of the eyeball, which no one wanted to happen.

On the way home, Shen Mingxu also received a work call. He wore headphones, frowned, and talked about work in a low voice for a while. After hanging up the phone, he took off the headphones and held them in his hands, still frowning and with a serious expression.

At the end of the year, most people are in a happy mood to prepare for the New Year. Various celebrations are emerging one after another, but it seems that they have nothing to do with Shen Mingxu and his villa. This family is still cold and deserted, and there is no joy and happiness.

The tradition of the Shen family is to pay attention to festivals and rituals. The furnishings in the house will be changed regularly according to Feng Shui and seasons. Shen Mingxu is more Western and gentlemanly. He likes some elegant and simple decorations. After Yunxi came home, he began to like warm and sweet decorations. Flowers are an indispensable item in the home.

On New Year's Eve, the young man who used to have many ways to entertain himself and was very good at playing, sat quietly at home. While doing physical therapy for his lower body, Shen Mingxu was holding a braille book and drinking the sleep-inducing flower tea made by his aunt. He actually fell asleep while leaning against the bed.

After hearing that he hadn't made any noise for a long time, Yunxi quietly went to Shen Mingxu's room, disconnected the power of the physiotherapy device, and put the book aside for him. Not wanting to disturb him again, Yunxi quietly left the room.

After Yunxi left Shen Mingxu's bedroom for a while, the dozing person opened a pair of amber-like eyes. Although these eyes could not see anything, the complex emotions seemed to be surging undercurrents and could no longer be hidden.

On the first day of the new year, Shen Mingxu had a rare rest, and Yunxi couldn't sleep in. The flowers she ordered were delivered to the door of the villa early. She put on her coat and quietly went out to receive the flowers she had been thinking about.

Aunt Yang, who cooked, was resting today. Shen Mingxu had told his cousin that she could order takeout at will, and he would pay for it. He also gave her time to rest and go out, saying that he would contact her by phone if there was anything. But Yunxi said she would not leave home, so how could she want to leave? She wanted to see him every minute of every day.

Auntie prepared braised beef and seaweed wontons in advance, prepared sauerkraut and pork stew with seasoning packets, and prepared ingredients for pork ribs and corn soup in advance. Yunxi only needed to make them herself, which was not troublesome. For the New Year, Yunxi ordered desserts, wagyu beef, lobsters, sweet shrimps, and lobsters on the basis of ordinary ingredients, preparing to give Shen Mingxu some relaxed and familiar flavors when he was in the UK.

When the elevator door opened, Shen Mingxu immediately smelled a familiar and unfamiliar smell, a long-lost smell of flowers, and his heart moved again and again, joy, impulse, complaint, blame, doubt... No one could understand Shen Mingxu's complex mood.

Slowly sliding the wheelchair to the hall, Shen Mingxu wondered in his mind, where did she put the flowers? His hands began to wander aimlessly, and the wheelchair slowly moved forward in the spacious home, without any goal.

"Xiaoxu, good morning, come and have breakfast, I'll help you push the wheelchair." Still used to explaining what to do first, Yunxi walked from the kitchen to the wheelchair and pushed him to the reserved space at the dining table.

"Thank you, cousin." With his eyes slightly lowered and his free hands resting on his thighs, Shen Mingxu waited for the wheelchair to reach the dining table. He then touched the edge of the table and adjusted the wheelchair to sit properly.

After breakfast, Shen Mingxu went upstairs to read a book and listen to music. This was his way of resting and relaxing. He knew that she was arranging flowers downstairs and busy in the kitchen preparing a sumptuous lunch, preparing a wonderful life for him on the first day of the new year. But, was it really wonderful that she brought?

At lunch, Yunxi went upstairs to find Shen Mingxu and found that he had changed into off-white pants and a white sweater without her knowing when. It was the first time she saw him wearing such a relaxed and soft light color when she returned to this home. The coldness and gloom on him instantly faded, and the whole person became a lot friendlier and warmer.

When Yunxi helped him push the wheelchair, Shen Mingxu would still say thank you. When Yunxi stood across the dining table and introduced the dishes to him, Shen Mingxu's face was indifferent. He didn't say a word except for a slight nod to show that he was satisfied.

The man sitting in the wheelchair very straight, slowly touched the edge of the table with his hand, then groped for the table knife in his right hand, and held the handle of the knife with his slender fingers, slowly lifted it up, and kept a distance of about two inches from the table. Before Yunxi opened his mouth to ask, Shen Mingxu asked for help first, "Cousin, I don't know if I am holding this knife correctly. By the way, how big is the steak..." He slowly approached the plate in front of him with his left hand, and carefully touched the plate with the steak. His face was full of helplessness, not knowing how to start.

Yes, for Chinese food, he can determine the position of the staple food by holding the rice bowl, and then someone can help him arrange the position of several dishes, or simply do what Yunxi did in the past and help him set the dishes directly. However, for Western food, at least you have to cut the steak yourself, but for a table knife, which side is the blade and which side is the back of the knife, how can he, a blind person, determine it by himself?

Feeling extremely sorry, Yunxi immediately said, "Xiaoxu, can I help you cut it?"

"Okay." He said harmlessly, but the knife in his right hand and the fingertips of his left hand touching the plate did not move, which made Yunxi feel troubled.

Gently walking to his side, Yunxi said, "Let me do it. Cut it smaller. You eat it slowly with a fork."

She said this just to remind Shen Mingxu that she was here. The young man was stunned for a moment, then gently put down the knife, and moved the wheelchair back half a body length with his hand on the wheel rim.

Seeing that he had no intention of giving her the plate, Yunxi had to move closer to Shen Mingxu's legs. Shen Mingxu also turned his head a little because of her approach, which was considered to be giving up the plate in front of him.

Shen Mingxu's hand did not leave the wheel rim. He was in the dark, letting the faint flower fragrance approach him, feeling the shallow breath that belonged to the dream getting closer and closer. The fingers on the wheel rim put the wheelchair brakes on, and a pair of white and slender hands slowly raised.