I survived being intersex

Xie Fan felt that he was probably mocking herself, so she lowered her eyes and said calmly, "Enough sleep."

Shen Yuxing: "Oh, don't stay any longer?"

Xie Fan shook his head lightly.

Shen Yuxing bent her lips and said nothing more.

Just get enough sleep, he was really afraid that Xie Bian would pass out all of a sudden.

On the way back to the classroom, Shen Yuxing walked in front, and Xie Bian walked behind him, staring at his legs.

Unlike Shen Yuxing who was screaming in pain when he came here, he was walking like flying now, if he hadn't had to wait for Xie Bian, he might fly up while walking.

Xie Bian: "Aren't your legs hurting?"

Shen Yuxing was taken aback for a moment, remembering that he had just 'broken his leg' a few hours ago, he said confidently: "The doctor in the infirmary has rejuvenated his hand and connected it to me."

It's not misplaced, how did you connect it?

Xie Fan didn't say it directly, but he didn't pay attention to him anymore.

I just put a question mark in my heart for Shen Yuxing's confusing behavior this time.

Xie Jianshan disappeared completely, taking all the money in the family with him.

Xie Bian heaved a sigh of relief.

If he once had a glimmer of hope for this so-called father, then after knowing that he smoked du, it was gone.

It's just that this matter still needs to be kept from Lin Qingyan, Xie Fan is worried that she won't be able to accept it for a while after she finds out, and it will make her condition worse.

When Xie Fan came to the hospital again, Lin Qingyan found a vase and put the flowers that were sent with the fruit basket last time, and they looked very nice in front of the window.

He stared at it for a while, lost in thought, when Lin Qingyan's voice came from behind: "By the way, Xiao Bian, don't you really know who sent it?"

Xie Fan shook his head: "I don't know."

"When I took out the flowers, I found this inside." Lin Qingyan handed over a note.

There were crooked paintings on the note, and it took Xie Bian a long time to figure out what the paintings were.

Four noodle-like people, it can be seen from their height that they are probably a family of four.

The father, mother and two sons stood together holding hands, but only the father's character had a big cross on his face, as if to remind him of something.

Xie Bian frowned.

Who is this person? It seems that he is very familiar with his family's situation.

What's the purpose of sending it among flowers?

After thinking for a long time without any result, Xie Bian put away the note and planned to ask the nurse.

"He's a tall boy with a hairstyle similar to yours, but a little longer than yours. He looks good and has canine teeth when he smiles." The nurse recalled, "I think he wears famous brands, and his family background should be pretty good. He didn't ask about the patient's condition, left his things and left."

Xie Bian nodded thoughtfully and thanked the nurse.

He searched in his memory, and he didn't have any friends like the nurse said.

Could it be someone I don't know?

Xie Fan felt that it was unlikely, it would only be someone who knew him and had goodwill towards him.

Unable to figure it out, Xie Bian stopped thinking about it. After watching Lin Qingyan finished eating and chatting with her for a while, he rushed home to make dinner for Xie Ziting.

Today is the weekend, Xie Ziting said to go to play with his classmates, but he has not returned home yet.

Busy and busy, Xie Bian remembered that ugly painting again.

With Xie Bian's level, paintings of this level are naturally unsightly, but he took the trouble to look at them many times.

He still doesn't understand the other party's intention, but based on this style of painting, he very much doubts that the person who painted it should be a primary school student.

After reading it for a long time but not finding anything new, Xie Bian put the note in a book and put it away.

He sat down at the table and wanted to draw the man according to the nurse's description.

But he soon discovered that all the tools he had put in the cabinet were gone.

Xie Bian frowned.

That day when Shen Yuxing said that his only request was to dye his hair shiny and beautiful, Shen Sulin ruthlessly opposed it.

A long time ago, Shen Sulin refused his request to dye his hair, and said that if Shen Yuxing dared to move his hair, he would break his leg and throw it out to feed the dog.

At that time, Shen Yuxing was terribly afraid, because Shen Sulin would really do what he said, so he still had black hair among a group of school demons.

Shen Sulin said that the family motto of their Shen family is that they never allow their children and grandchildren to have colorful hair.

Shen Yuxing expressed doubts: "Since when did our family have this kind of family training?"

Shen Sulin: "I didn't have it before, but I just had it."

Shen Yuxing: "..."

Shen Yuxing did not give up, and said earnestly, "But this is the only request I have in this life."

"Not in this life, but in the next life." Shen Sulin still rejected him sternly.

"Dad, what do you mean... we will still be father and son in the next life?" Shen Yuxing suddenly burst into tears: "Dad, how good you are."

This time it was Shen Sulin's turn to be silent.

He paused for a while, and tentatively said, "Why don't you dye it?"

Shen Yuxing: "?"

In the end, because of Shen Sulin's sudden regret, Shen Yuxing walked into the barber shop smoothly.

The little brother received him warmly and asked him what service he needed.

Shen Yuxing thought for a while, and said, "I want to dye it a bit more flirtatious."

This is the first time my little brother heard someone make such a request: "As long as it's flirtatious enough?"

Shen Yuxing nodded: "Yes, as long as it's flirtatious."

The little brother snapped his fingers quickly: "No problem, leave it to me."

A few hours later, Shen Yuxing left the barbershop with green hair.

The little brother is right, this color is really flamboyant, walking on the street with a 100% turning rate makes Shen Yuxing feel like the greenest garlic sprouts in the spring breeze.

Shen Yuxing was quite satisfied, but he was not used to the feeling of being surrounded by people, so he thought about going to the mall to buy a hat to cover it up.

On the way to the mall, you will pass a very lively street, where people come and go, and there are small vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the road.

Shen Yuxing swayed casually with one hand in his pocket, and suddenly saw a small stall that was empty.

The reason why he could notice it was because the left and right sides of this small stall were full of people, which made the place look more desolate and desolate.

The stall was a child sitting on the ground, and in front of him were paintings.

Shen Yuxing felt that it was quite novel, so he walked over to take a look.

Xie Ziting has been sitting here for two hours, during which many people came to see, but they all left after a few glances, without even asking the price.

Seeing that the stalls on both sides were crowded with people, and only his place was deserted, Xie Ziting hugged his knees a little sad.

But this sadness is nothing compared to the feeling of helplessness that my brother is running around to borrow medical expenses, but I can't do anything to help.

Xie Ziting thought, he must sell all the paintings tonight and surprise his brother at home.

At this time, Xie Ziting saw someone approaching, he was still a young big brother, his eyes immediately brightened a lot.

He stood up shyly and shyly put his hands behind his back: "You...if you like, you can..."

Shen Yuxing picked up a painting and looked at it carefully.

Obviously, these paintings should be drawn by the child in front of me. Although the painting style is immature, it is very creative.

Especially the one in his hand, Shen Yuxing doesn't have much artistic talent, but he just thinks it fits his eyes very well, and he likes it inexplicably.

Just about to ask the price, he suddenly noticed a special symbol in the lower right corner of the painting.

Seeing this symbol, Shen Yuxing froze for two seconds.

If he remembers correctly, this star-like symbol should be Xie Bian's habit when painting.