Chapter 357 Between Sadness and Doubt

At dawn, Sun Xiangyun felt his throat was strangled again. After opening his eyes, he thought that he probably didn't sleep well all night, which pressed his neck, so he felt uncomfortable.

After getting up, Sun Xiangyun didn't want to think about Lao Wu. During the day, Lao Wu's death was like a covered statue. Sun Xiangyun worked hard to paint, trying not to look at the series of sunrise and sunset photos by the west window, and then he didn't turn on the computer at all.

He went out for a walk every day, but he couldn't concentrate on sketching.

He felt confused, like a rusty screw wrapped in haze.

"Can I see that photo?" Liu Yiming asked directly.

Amin replied, "Of course."

Sun Xiangyun hesitated for a long time and could only nod.

Lao Wu, do you want me to say it or not? I really don't understand.

I really don't know what to do.

Liu Yiming also saw Sun Xiangyun's weirdness, and Amin was even more angry and sad, thinking to herself, is my husband a coward? Is he afraid of getting into trouble or something else? Is there anything hesitant about such a thing?

Sun Xiangyun didn't move, and Amin said again: "Tell me the password for the computer, I'll show the photo to the police. If you don't want to move, just sit here like a mushroom. Should I hold a black umbrella for you?"

"Password." Amin said and then said another sentence.

"Your birthday." Sun Xiangyun's voice was completely contained in her mouth.

Liu Yiming didn't hear it clearly at all, but Amin heard it clearly. I really didn't expect that the computer's password would be her birthday.

Amin suddenly felt a little blurry, but soon, after throwing Sun Xiangyun's mushroom on the side of the table, Amin walked into the studio.

Two minutes later, Amin found the photo. When Liu Yiming saw the photo, it was even clearer than he imagined. There were two simple people in the photo, a nanny holding a bowl of porridge in her left hand, and a shallow but large white bowl. The porridge was also very clear, green and white, obviously the vegetable porridge often eaten at home.

Then, a faintly green syringe was on Old Wu's swollen belly.

To be precise, part of it was outside the belly and part was inside the belly.

In the photo, it was hard to tell whether Old Wu's expression was painful, desperate, helpless or something else.

Amin didn't want to look at the photo anymore, so he asked, "I have a data cable here, do you want me to copy a copy for you? Your phone can receive it, right?"

Liu Yiming immediately took out his phone, "Oh, okay, thank you."

Then Liu Yiming tried to ask Sun Xiangyun some questions, "How was this photo taken?"

Sun Xiangyun shook his head, and then said some useless things for a long time. He said in detail that Old Wu liked photography, and that he was very strong. Even if he was lying in bed, he would use automatic photography to record the sunrise and sunset around the sea. After he got sick, he became the best photographer in this field.

He took thousands of sunrises and sunsets around the sea, all year round.

Sun Xiangyun also asked Amin to take Liu Yiming to the west window to see Old Wu's photography works on display.

In short, he was beating around the bush and didn't talk about the nanny and the syringe in the photo.

Amin had already noticed that Sun Xiangyun just didn't want to talk, and Liu Yiming also noticed Sun Xiangyun's weirdness, and then changed the question and asked: "Has Old Wu ever complained to you about the nanny being bad to him, or did he talk about anything special?"

Sun Xiangyun shook his head and said, "No, it seems that there is nothing special. On Saturday, Old Wu couldn't speak clearly."

Sun Xiangyun reached to the other side of the table, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, and tried to put one in his mouth. His trembling fingertips didn't hold it, and the sunflower seed fell to the ground.

Then, he immediately rolled another one to his fingertips, but before it touched the middle of his front teeth, it shook and fell on the table, jumped and fell to the ground again.

Sun Xiangyun suddenly felt a big anger behind him, pushing him all over, and with a snap, the whole hand of melon seeds flew out and jumped on the table.

Liu Yiming and Amin both saw Sun Xiangyun's uneasiness, but Liu Yiming knew that no matter how he asked today, he couldn't get anything useful from Sun Xiangyun.

Teacher Muchun will surely be able to find out something about this kind of thing.

After Liu Yiming left, Amin looked at Sun Xiangyun with disappointment. He wanted to scold him but couldn't.

"I'll go talk to the doctor after dinner." Sun Xiangyun felt that this was not a solution, so he thought that maybe the doctor could help.

"Okay, go ahead. I hope he's in the hospital this afternoon." Amin racked his brains and complained.

"Why isn't he in the hospital?" Sun Xiangyun looked at Amin innocently like a child. His mouth was dry again. He had finished the water in the cup. His legs seemed to have no strength and he didn't want to stand up at all.

He looked at Amin, with a begging expression like a child, as if to say, "Don't ask, don't ask, I really don't know what to say."

Amin's heart softened a little, and he said, "The doctor may be on duty, have you forgotten? Otherwise, who cured you last time you collapsed in the chair?"

Sun Xiangyun thought about it and it was true. Since Dr. Mu was invited back home by Amin, it was inevitable that other patients would ask Dr. Mu Chun for help in treatment. If he was not in the hospital in the afternoon, this was also possible.

"Then I'll go and see, what do you think?" Sun Xiangyun asked Amin's opinion like an ignorant child.

"Wasn't Old Wu's funeral also in the afternoon? Did you forget?" Amin reminded.

Sun Xiangyun suddenly stood up, "I'll go to the doctor now. What if he's out in the afternoon? I'll go and talk to him. I'll feel better."

Amin suddenly felt that her husband's words and deeds were getting weirder. When the police were there just now, he seemed to answer any questions he asked him, but just like the Chinese language test, the questions and answers didn't match.

When she mentioned the funeral, her husband was even more reluctant to mention it, like running away.

The smart Amin originally wanted to continue asking about the funeral, so that Sun Xiangyun could always force Sun Xiangyun to explain the matter clearly. But seeing her husband's absent-minded appearance, as silly as a child, her anger suddenly turned into sympathy and intolerance.

So I thought, "Go, go ask that doctor. Don't just say you want to ask, I want to talk to that doctor too."

In the end, I just wanted to talk to someone, and that person was not my closest husband or wife.

It seemed a little sad.