Chapter 32 Chapter 32 “I can only say that I will never…

Pei Lanqing looked at the people around him with a focused and serious gaze. He always believed that no one would not be attracted to her.

She was bright and unrestrained, bursting into his world like a raging fire. From then on, a scorch mark appeared on the canvas of his ordinary life, which could not be erased.

Looking back now, behind the blaze there was originally a garden, which should have been full of flowers, but inside it was reduced to ruins, making it hard to breathe. Even thorns were growing wildly in her breath, yet she managed not to care.

So he said that she was very beautiful, the kind of beautiful that was very powerful and convincing.

Pei Lanqing lowered his head and continued typing, [The genus name of the gladiolus is Gladiolus, which translates directly to "gladiolus," which means "sword" in Latin.]

In ancient Rome, gladiolus flowers were often thrown to victorious gladiators in the arena, symbolizing their sword-like courage and strength. In medieval Europe, due to widespread belief in the "Law of Similarities," people believed that the armor-like gladiolus bulbs possessed magical powers, protecting warriors from harm and even enabling the wearer to win battles. Consequently, the gladiolus flower was considered a talisman.

Pei Lanqing lowered his eyes and smiled, "Now I'm willing to believe this."

Lin Qianyuan raised his head and waited for him to continue.

Pei Lanqing stared at her intently, his expression suddenly becoming serious. "Lin Qianyuan, you will win this war."

There is no doubt about this.

Lin Qianyuan looked into his eyes. His eyes were as black as ink, always reminding her of rainy days.

There were often heavy rains in the imperial capital in July. The typhoons at that time were so fierce that nothing could be feared. The wind chimes on the attic door moved with the wind, just like the heartbeats beating randomly in her ears at this moment, which were caused by him.

The inner restlessness is gone, leaving only the unspeakable desire that is growing and becoming more and more intense, and cannot be calmed even by walking through the dark alley of death.

"Pei Lanqing," Lin Qianyuan lowered his head, raised his hand to fiddle with the gladiolus in his arms, and asked in a neutral tone, "Did you open the suicide note I gave you?"

【No. 】

Pei Lanqing frowned slightly.

Lin Qianyuan glanced at him and saw that he continued typing. She took his phone and put it casually in her pocket.

It was clear without even looking that this person was probably trying to persuade her not to talk nonsense.

Lin Qianyuan smiled, found his eyes, and stared at them carefully, "Just listen to me first."

Her tone was weak, but the nameless emotion in her eyes was very strong, strong and determined, leaving no room for others to refuse.

Pei Lanqing would not refuse, "Okay, you say," he nodded slightly.

Lin Qianyuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

She had previously thought Song Wenci was too pretentious, majoring in traditional Chinese painting, and her painting style had nothing to do with her true state. Her extreme paranoia in private, when put on paper, transformed into a tranquil and poetic scene.

Lin Qianyuan himself is good at oil painting, and the painters he likes are mostly Pre-Raphaelite, whose painting style is strong in color and extremely romantic.

Looking at the bouquet of gladioli, she suddenly thought of a work by William Holman Hunt, a British painter and one of the founders of the Pre-Raphaelite school - "Isabella and the Pot of Basil".

The background story of this painting is adapted from a story in The Decameron. The heroine Isabella was born into a wealthy merchant family, but she was discovered to be in love with Lorenzo, a servant. Her brothers considered this a great disgrace, so they plotted to kill Lorenzo.

Isabella, unaware of the truth, fell ill with longing and met Lorenzo in a dream.

Lorenzo told her how he was murdered and told her where his remains were buried.

Based on this, Isabella found her lover's body, cut off the head that had not yet rotted, washed the dirt on the head with her tears, kissed it repeatedly, and finally buried it in a pot of basil to accompany it all day long.

Lin Qianyuan moved a little closer to Pei Lanqing, so close that only he could fit in his light-colored pupils.

Eyes represent the ability to love, and perhaps due to her genes, she is also extremely paranoid. Either she is completely devoted or she is completely indifferent, she cannot have both, and cannot have anything in between.

"Pei Lanqing, if I can't come out of the operating room alive tonight, I can only say that I will never let you go even if I die."

Lin Qianyuan signed several informed consent forms regarding the surgery last night, which were full of risks such as facial nerve damage, intracranial infection, hearing loss, or surgical failure.

It is impossible to say that she is not afraid at all. Maybe she really believes in the amulets and talismans, and her heart is full of courage. Otherwise, why would she have the mind to intimidate here.

Even though what she said was true, he was obviously frightened by her.

Lin Qianyuan smiled, gave in a little, and jokingly explained, "I'm greedy, but the money is all with you. Tell me, can I let everyone go but not you?"

Pei Lanqing couldn't figure out the truth of this sentence.

Because he had never opened the letter, he always thought that it would not work and there was no need to open it.

But he was indeed stunned by the words she said first. He had never heard such words before. Now he came to his senses and thought about it carefully, and he was willing to do so.

He would never meet someone like her again, no one was like her and no one was better than her. So he knew his limits and could not cross the line in anything. He even wanted to distance himself from her because of his love for her, so as to avoid any trouble.

He didn't ask her which hospital she was in that night, but she contacted him, wondering if he would come to visit her.

He gave her an affirmative answer. He thought that he didn't have the confidence to move forward now, but as long as she needed him, he would not choose to retreat.

Pei Lanqing smiled and wrote on the bench, stroke by stroke, "Well, you're right."

The sun gradually moved lower in the west, the temperature dropped slightly, and they both returned to the ward together.

Liang Siyu had been waiting at the ward door. When he saw the two approaching, his expression changed from sudden enlightenment to surprise. He asked her where she had been, and it turned out that she had gone to a "tryst."

Apart from Aunt Wu and Uncle Chen, this was the first time Pei Lanqing saw other people around Lin Qianyuan.

Lin Qianyuan had forgotten that Liang Siyu was still here. She frowned and could only introduce him to Pei Lanqing: "Liang Siyu."

After she finished speaking, before she could say anything else, Liang Siyu approached Pei Lanqing with a familiar air. His curious eyes continued to wander over him, and he spoke in a very familiar tone, "I know you."

Pei Lanqing was surprised when he heard this.

Liang Siyu looked puzzled. It was more than just knowing each other, it could be said that he understood her.

He knows his name, height, weight, birthday, zodiac sign, blood type, family members, resume background, and even where he went to elementary school.

Lin Qianyuan knew something was wrong when she saw Pei Lanqing's expression. In a hurry, she took Pei Lanqing's arm affectionately, turned around with her back to Liang Siyu.

Pei Lanqing looked down at her hands embarrassedly.

Lin Qianyuan raised his eyes and explained, "I have something to say to him."

Pei Lanqing's ears flushed red as he nodded, "Okay."

Lin Qianyuan hummed, loosened her hand, and turned back, her face completely cold. She looked at Liang Siyu with a clear warning in her eyes.

Liang Siyu pursed his lips.

Lin Qianyuan lowered his eyes, took out his cell phone, and transferred some money to him.

Liang Siyu accepted the huge sum of money without knowing why. When he was about to ask her about it, he saw three big words in her message: [Hush money.]

“…” Liang Siyu really admired him.

You have a lot of money, you are great.

However, it was the first time he saw someone spend so much money and be so roundabout in pursuing someone.

[Lin Qianyuan, would you like to answer the question from this morning again?]

Liang Siyu felt that he was so curious that he wanted to ask more questions.

Lin Qianyuan: [No comment.]

Liang Siyu wanted to complain, and he started to speak a lot, but just as he finished speaking, the door of the ward was closed.

Liang Siyu quit the chat and followed in in disbelief.

Pei Lanqing's schedule this semester is very full. Either he has classes all day or he has classes in the morning and afternoon. Therefore, he always comes at noon and leaves after a short while.

Lin Qianyuan didn't want him to stay here for a long time. She didn't want him to see her embarrassed, especially today.

Liang Siyu propped up his chin and looked at her leisurely, "You've changed."

Lin Qianyuan withdrew his gaze from the window, said nothing, and scribbled casually on the paper with a pencil.

After a while, she put down a piece of paper and said suddenly, "Tell me."

"Ah?" Liang Siyu was playing a boring single-player game on his mobile phone. She couldn't hear him, and he wasn't wearing headphones, so the volume was as normal.

Liang Siyu quit the game, reacted, looked at her with a smile and said, "You have become thoughtful."

Lin Qianyuan sneered, "Have you ever seen a living person without a heart?"

"..." Liang Siyu hated her for not being smart, "You!"

He had a point. "Don't you know how others describe you?"

Lin Qianyuan thought about it and picked out a few representative ones, "indifferent, arrogant, bad temper."

Liang Siyu retorted, "Just listen to their nonsense."

These were not what he wanted to talk about. Liang Siyu put down his phone and counted on his fingers. "You have no emotions. You can't laugh or cry. It's as if the sky is falling and you can only frown at most." He said with a serious face, "Besides thinking you are pretty cool like this, I thought you lack empathy."

Liang Siyu shrugged, "Obviously not now."

Lin Qianyuan turned away, not knowing if he had heard anything. Liang Siyu dragged his chair over to ask, "How are you going to pursue her next?"

Lin Qianyuan lay down and covered himself with the quilt. "I plan to stay alive down there first."

Liang Siyu checked the time and only then realized to ask, "You need a craniotomy, is it serious?"

Lin Qianyuan didn't answer, so he went to search on the Internet himself. After searching for a long time, his heart began to tremble. He stretched out his finger and poked the person who was resting with his eyes closed through the quilt.

Lin Qianyuan opened his eyes.

Liang Siyu's eyes were red. [Lin Qianyuan, will you die?]

She had just been out of the hospital for a short time, and Liang Siyu was a little scared, and besides being scared, he also felt sad.

Lin Qianyuan has never had a happy life. She is alone at school and has Aunt Song at home. How old is she?

Liang Siyu couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Lin Qianyuan sat up and took out a tissue. "Put it back."

Liang Siyu sniffed, "Oh."

Lin Qianyuan waited until he wiped away his tears before speaking: "I don't know," she was telling the truth.

The air was silent for a moment. Liang Siyu looked at her and said, "I'll stay here with you tonight."

"No, I have Auntie."

Liang Siyu was angry at her for not understanding romance. "Auntie is Auntie, and I am me. Stop saying nonsense like I'm not a doctor, or we'll break up."

Just in case, Liang Siyu added, "After the severance of the relationship, the hush money will be invalid."

Lin Qianyuan lowered her eyes, staring at these words for a long time, she looked at him, "Liang Siyu."

"What?" He responded unhappily. She didn't reply, so he turned around to see what else she could say.

Lin Qianyuan smiled slightly, then suppressed his smile and said softly, "Thank you."

Liang Siyu was stunned for two seconds, then jumped up from his chair and rubbed his goose bumps. "Why don't you just transfer the money to me?"

She is not suitable for this route, and of course, neither is he.

Lin Qianyuan rolled his eyes and said, "I don't have any money, I want..."

"Pfft," Liang Siyu interrupted her. He smiled flatteringly, blinking his eyes, full of anticipation. "Didn't you participate in a youth art exhibition in your first year of high school?"

【Where's that winning piece? Why not give it to me?】

Lin Qianyuan decisively raised his hand and pointed outside the door, meaning to get out.

Liang Siyu sat down humming, and suddenly something came to his mind: "Will Madam Lin come over tonight?"

Lin Qianyuan shook his head, "No."

Except for the first day, she never came again.

Not to mention Lin Fusheng, he may have already forgotten her.

Liang Siyu patted his chest and assured her, "Don't be afraid, I'll be waiting for you outside."

Lin Qianyuan didn't waste any time and transferred the money on the spot.

The night crept into the ward through the window. The magnolia outside the building was illuminated by the street light, and the light on the door of the operating room was also on.

Aunt Wu stood in the corridor, pacing back and forth uncontrollably, muttering "peace and longevity" over and over again.

Liang Siyu had just finished a phone call with Mrs. Liang. He did not say anything to dissuade her and sat quietly outside the operating room.

At the corner of the stairs, a figure stood there for a long time, deeply blending into the night.

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The author has something to say: He is waiting for her to win.

"Either you love me wholeheartedly or you are completely indifferent. You can't have both, and nothing in between." This sentence is paraphrased from Qiu Miaojin's "Montmartre Testament": "In your life, you can only love me wholeheartedly, or love someone else completely and irrelevantly to me (or love nothing at all). You can't have both, and nothing in between."

The reason for rewriting this sentence is still because it is suitable and there is no other meaning.