Chapter 41 Chapter 41 “This is considered a teacher’s sense of responsibility…

She said it indifferently. He lowered his head, did not extend his hand, but just looked at her.

Lin Qianyuan had been looking at him, and her gaze fell on her hand. She suddenly retracted her hand and frowned, "It hurts."

She wouldn't cry out in pain easily, and Pei Lanqing couldn't think of too much at the moment. He raised his hand to hold hers and carefully observed the wound.

Lin Qianyuan stretched out her hand obediently. She knew in her heart that she liked seeing him like this.

I loved him the first time I saw him in the attic. His expression was filled with worry and anxiety, written all over that handsome face. More importantly, it was all for her. The care and concern he showed were all for her.

Lin Qianyuan never considered herself a good person. She quietly frowned and looked at him unscrupulously.

There was no bleeding on her hand. Pei Lanqing was not sure if she was injured elsewhere. He stood up and wanted to call a doctor.

Lin Qianyuan grabbed his hand. He looked over and she winked at him. Her bright eyes were kind and cunning, and a hint of cunning flashed in them. "Teacher Pei, don't bother. My hand doesn't hurt anymore."

After saying that, Lin Qianyuan let go of him and calmly tidied up the drawing paper on the table.

Pei Lanqing didn't say a word, sat back, took out a book and some A4 paper.

Unlike the days when he couldn't hear anything, the people around him rarely used paper, instead speaking orally. Perhaps because no one had ever spoken so much so close to him before, Lin Qianyuan felt particularly uncomfortable at the moment, and from time to time he raised his hand to touch his ears.

When she touched her earlobe for who knows how many times, the white paper next to her hand was picked up. The soothing sound in her ear was replaced by the rustling sound of a pencil, and finally became a piece of beautiful handwriting on the paper.

Lin Qianyuan curled his lips.

To be fair, he was indeed an excellent tutor with good moral character and strong abilities, capable of handling any of her problems with ease. From this point of view alone, she frequently called him teacher not just to provoke him.

Lin Qianyuan put down his hands and listened carefully.

She didn't say stop, so Pei Lanqing didn't mention rest either. It was just that the schedule was too tight, and after an afternoon, one-third of the day's tasks were still unfinished.

How could Lin Qianyuan admit that it was her fault? So she faced the dusk and glanced at him indifferently, "Teacher Pei."

She began to call him again in a dragging tone. Pei Lanqing threw away the disposable paper cup in his hand and smiled. His throat, which had just been moistened, was unusually clear and crisp. "My question."

Lin Qianyuan touched her ears. This time she felt more uncomfortable than ever before. She turned her face away and snorted softly, "It's good that you know."

Pei Lanqing smiled but said nothing.

Lin Qianyuan looked at him for a long moment, then said awkwardly, "A plan is a plan. I didn't say we have to complete it."

Pei Lanqing lowered his head and thought for a moment, then slowly spoke, "I'll try to cover as much ground as possible. You'll need intensive training in the second half of the year, so you won't have much time for academic studies."

Lin Qianyuan said "oh" and then asked him, "How did you know I needed training? Have you studied art?"

"..." Her focus was so unexpected that Pei Lanqing was speechless and didn't know how to respond.

Lin Qianyuan lowered his body, staring at him with scorching eyes, with an aggressive momentum, "Teacher Pei, is this what you consider a teacher's sense of responsibility?"

“…”

Pei Lanqing didn't comment, but stood up with his schoolbag in hand and said, "I'm going back."

Lin Qianyuan tilted her head and looked at him. She felt as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

Mother Wu walked out with the lunch box in her arms. The door of the ward was opened from the inside. Pei Lanqing smiled and nodded at her, then opened the door and let her in first.

Wu Ma went in and turned back to say something, but the door had already closed before her eyes. She shook her head, wondering why the child looked so hurried today. This was unlike him.

Lin Qianyuan got off the bed, humming a song softly, out of tune, but obviously in a good mood.

Wu Ma thought she had misheard and looked up in disbelief.

Lin Qianyuan approached the coffee table and asked her with a smile, "Auntie, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

Aunt Wu replied in a daze, lowering her head to open the lunch box, "Fish soup."

"fish?"

Lin Qianyuan sat on the sofa, and as if he had thought of something, he said to her with a smile, "I like eating fish."

Wu Ma had never heard her say what she liked, so she smiled and nodded, secretly making a note of it. "Okay, I'll make it for you next time."

Lin Qianyuan took a bite of the fish, which was a little hot. She put down the spoon and thought of asking, "Where's my sister?"

She will be discharged from the hospital soon, and Aunt Wu will follow her to the Lin family, leaving her sister unattended.

Wu Ma had raised it for a while. When she sent it away that afternoon, she was filled with reluctance. Her eyes suddenly moistened. "Mrs. Liang has already taken it away."

Lin Qianyuan handed over a tissue and said, "That's good."

Wu Ma wiped her tears and agreed with her words in her heart.

Mrs. Liang smiled broadly as she embraced her younger sister, her voice soft and gentle, like a gentle spring breeze. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of it." As she caressed her younger sister's body, she slowly said, "I don't have a daughter. Whenever I saw Qianyuan, I always thought about having another one."

"I'm still too scared after all," Mrs. Liang smiled as if she had a headache. "If I had another son, I would have aged ten years earlier."

Wu Ma burst into laughter and denied it, saying, "You look very young."

Mrs. Liang looked at her with an air of ignorance, "I've spent a lot of money on maintenance."

Thinking of her expression when she said this, Aunt Wu couldn't help but laugh. She pinched the tissue and spoke carefully, "Young lady, what were you so happy about just now?"

"Um?"

Lin Qianyuan swallowed a piece of tender white fish meat, and her happy look made Wu Ma think she had eaten pearls. Seeing her, she smiled and said, "I don't know."

"..." Aunt Wu laughed dryly twice, and without asking any further questions, she quickly filled another bowl of fish soup.

Lin Qianyuan filled her stomach and stood by the window to digest the food. After a while, she took out her cell phone and sent a message, "I'm going to be discharged tomorrow. Uncle Chen will pick you up later."

As if he could predict what he would say, Lin Qianyuan added, "The place they live is close to the mountain, so transportation is inconvenient."

Pei Lanqing saw these words and smiled slightly.

If one didn't have a rough idea of ​​what she was talking about, it would be hard not to misunderstand this statement alone. Zhang Shurui wondered if her family was wealthy. He thought, yes. Living in a city where the wind and energy gather, they must be a wealthy and powerful family.

Lin Qianyuan was dissatisfied with his lack of response in the past few minutes, and said confidently, "Just reply with a good word."

Pei Lanqing: [Okay.]

A hint of happiness appeared on Lin Qianyuan's face, but the message remained aloof, "Hmm."

She put down her phone and opened the window.

The sky gets dark very late in the summer, and the sun slowly drags its light, gradually disappearing from people's sight.

There was a girl squatting in the corner outside the building. Lin Qianyuan could only see her back. She looked about five or six years old, and she kept raising her hands to rub her eyes.

She is crying.

Lin Qianyuan cried as long as she watched. A passing nurse noticed her, stopped, and slowly walked over.

Lin Qianyuan moved to the side in time and hid behind the curtains.

The nurse squatted down, put her hands on the girl's shoulders, and asked softly, "Why isn't Yanyan with her mother today?"

The girl's mother had heart problems and had undergone several surgeries. This time, she needed a heart valve replacement, and her family had already run out of money. The hospital had helped with a fundraising campaign, but compared to the high cost of the surgery, the donations were just a drop in the bucket.

Yanyan raised her head and answered obediently: "Mom is sleeping."

"I see."

The nurse found a tissue on her body, wiped her tears and said with a smile: "Where's Dad? Hasn't Dad come yet?"

In order to make a living, Yanyan's father gets up early every day to prepare lunch, then goes out to work all day and returns to the hospital at night.

Yanyan sniffed and tears fell again, "No, Dad said he was very busy today."

She thought her father said that on purpose.

This morning, she heard her mother crying and telling her father that she wanted to go home and didn't want to be treated anymore.

My father did not agree, and the old lady in the next bed also tried to persuade him, saying that there was still hope and that as long as he could survive, everything would be fine.

"How can this be?!" Mom slapped the quilt, grabbed Dad's hand, and begged, "Let's go home."

"Take me home, okay?"

Dad had his back to the door, his body hunched.

The mother was crying, her voice choking. "I should be able to live for a few more years. After that, you should take good care of the child and give her..."

Yanyan closed the door, turned around, and lowered her head for a long time. When her father came out, she had just finished yawning and pouted, not looking very happy. "Dad."

She looked up at him and asked confusedly, "Why do I feel sleepy after breakfast?"

Dad smiled and touched her head. "Then go in and sleep for a while." After that, he squatted down and looked at her straight in the eyes. "Yan Yan, do you know what you are going to do?"

"I know!" Yanyan replied with a huge smile, "I will take good care of my mother."

"Um."

Dad hugged her tightly, buried his head in her shoulder, and after a long moment, he gently patted her back and said with a smile, "Come in."

He didn't look up, and she didn't speak either. Only the piece of clothing on her shoulder was damp, like the eyes of a loved one, expressing love.

The nurse hid her emotions, smiled, took Yanyan's hand, and said, "Auntie will take you back."

"Can't I stay here alone?"

The nurse looked up at the building in front of her. The patients living here were either rich or noble. She shook her head at her, "We will disturb others."

"Okay," Yanyan obediently followed her out.

In the dim night, the girl always looked up to confirm, "Auntie Nurse, will my mother be okay?"

"I hope my mother will always be healthy."

The window in the corner quietly closed, the curtains were drawn, and the figure in the window crawled to the bedside. A moment later, the door to the ward was opened.

Yanyan quietly entered the ward.

Her mother was still asleep, and the old lady in the next bed stuffed a big apple into her arms and said, "Eat it."

The child hasn't eaten much all day.

"Thank you, grandma," Yanyan thanked her grandma sweetly.

She went to the bathroom to wash the apples, and when she came out, she heard her mother's cell phone ringing. Strangely, her mother had her eyes closed, but she woke up as soon as the ringtone rang.

Yanyan was sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly chewing an apple when she suddenly heard a crying voice. She raised her head and murmured, "Mom."

Mom covered her mouth with her hands, tears streaming down her face. This was different from this morning; she could see Mom was happy now, crying tears of joy.

"Thank you, thank you."

The person in the hospital gown kept bowing. She quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and said in a choked voice, "Can I ask who is willing to donate to the surgery fee?"

The person on the other end of the line laughed softly. "We can't reveal the details. We only know the other person's last name is Qian." She smiled and relayed the final words, "I wish you a speedy recovery."

The summer night was exceptionally quiet. The bright moon was shining brightly, casting a shadow on a single thin figure. She walked slowly, alone, through the long corridor.

Lin Qianyuan returned to the ward and couldn't sleep, so he poured the candies in the glass bottle onto the bed, counted them while putting them in, then poured them out and filled them in one by one.

She fell asleep very late and had several dreams intermittently, in which she was also calling for her mother.

Lin Qianyuan suddenly opened her eyes and found herself covered in cold sweat. She glanced at the time and it was already past five in the morning.

Lin Qianyuan paused for a moment, came to his senses, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

At seven o'clock, Aunt Wu arrived here. She walked quickly into the ward, closed the door, turned around, and saw the person sitting on the sofa in the corner.

Lin Qianyuan changed out of her home clothes and put on a skirt she hadn't worn in a long time. In a black suit and matching dress hat, she looked just like the daughters of the Republic of China era that Wu Ma had seen on TV.

Lin Qianyuan glanced over calmly, "Why are you panicking?"

Aunt Wu swallowed unconsciously, suppressed her panic, and walked over to her side, "Young lady, I accidentally ran into Mrs. Lin downstairs."

Lin Qianyuan was not interested at all. She leaned over and adjusted the hem of her skirt, "Yeah."

Wu Ma was not prepared to deal with it yet. Her panic was evident on her face and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Lin Qianyuan looked at her, handed her a handkerchief, and said to her with a smile: "You have to adapt." After that, she raised her chin and gestured for her to open the door. "The person has arrived."

Wu Ma put away her handkerchief and went to open the door.

Madam Lin stood outside the door, looking at Lin Qianyuan. She seemed very satisfied with her current state and smiled, "Let's go."

The lush, green sycamore trees outside the car window flashed by. Silence fell in the car. Mrs. Lin suddenly said, "Come with me to see the old lady after we get in."

Lin Qianyuan still looked out the window, "Yeah."

Not long after, the car stopped and Lin Qianyuan followed Mrs. Lin into the front hall. Old Mrs. Lin was sitting on the sofa in the front hall.

Mrs. Lin took the lead and said with a smile, "Mom."

She turned to look at Lin Qianyuan, who then called out, lowering his head slightly, "Grandma."

Mrs. Lin was short, with a head full of white hair, but she looked extremely energetic. Her eyes, which knew countless people, stared sharply at the person in front of her. "How is your hearing recovery?"

Lin Qianyuan thought about it and responded calmly about his condition.

Mrs. Lin nodded, then stood up and prepared to return to the main room. Before leaving, she said, "You can stay here."

Ji Huaijun prevented Qiao Yu's child from entering the Lin family on the grounds of protecting her, but in the final analysis, he did not treat her sincerely.

Old Mrs. Lin sighed, pretending she hadn't noticed. She called Lin Fusheng and said, "That's enough. This isn't an orphanage. Just give him some money and send him away."

Lin Fusheng knew that the old lady always favored Ji Huaijun. He pinched the root of his nose tiredly and said, "I know."

He can play by himself, but he cannot involve his family. The old lady has not completely given up power, and he cannot break the ties with the Ji family.

Lin Fusheng was fond of women under the age of 40. When Song Wenci was 39 years old, he met Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu was a classical dancer with a gentle appearance and a slender figure, and her cheongsam made her look even more charming. The person who had always spoken softly to him now yelled into the phone, "Why?"

Lin Fusheng put down his hand that was resting on his nose, chuckled, and suddenly felt bored. "I'll give you this house you live in now, and the car too."

He called his assistant and continued to speak to the person on the phone: "I'll send someone to your place."

"If you have any other requests, you can ask him. I will try my best to satisfy you. Don't contact him again in the future."

After saying that, Lin Fusheng hung up the phone and waved his hand to signal his assistant to do the same.

The assistant nodded respectfully, exited the office and closed the door.

The weather in the imperial capital is still sunny today, with no clouds in the sky. The osmanthus trees in the backyard are rustling in the summer breeze.

Lin Qianyuan returned to her room and stared out the window in a daze. A message came to her phone, and she clicked it to read.

Pei Lanqing: [Do you need any tutoring today?]

She only told him that she would be discharged today, without specifying the time for counseling.

Lin Qianyuan: [It’s inconvenient.] After sending it, she took a photo of the empty glass bottle and sent it over without saying anything else.

After a long while, Pei Lanqing replied to her, "Still the same as before?"

Pei Lanqing: [I mean, would you like other kinds of candy?]

Lin Qianyuan liked talking to smart people like him. She could say whatever she wanted. Suddenly she remembered the words written on the donation box in the hospital - every bit of love you give is precious.

Lin Qianyuan slowly deleted the content and retyped it. [Teacher Pei, is this considered a waste of your money?]

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