Chapter 9 Chapter 9 [Teacher Pei, is this illegal?] ...

Lin Qianyuan slept until the afternoon. After getting up, he picked up the medicine box, took out the alcohol, dipped a cotton swab in it, and wiped off the blood that had already dried on the fingertips of his left hand.

After finishing the treatment, Lin Qianyuan noticed the gauze in the medicine box, dragged it out, wrapped it around her wrist several times, bit one end with her mouth, and cut it off. It was inconvenient for her to tie a knot by herself, so she found some medical tape, tore it off and stuck it to the end of the gauze.

Wu Ma saw the bandage on her wrist that night but didn't say anything. When she was cleaning the studio in the morning, she had picked up a thin blade on the floor that was indeed stained with blood.

This made her look up again, horrified that the red on the canvas was stained with human blood.

Lin Qianyuan took the painting down, took it to the attic, and placed it on the easel in the attic.

There was no wind tonight. Lin Qianyuan half-opened the window and lay straight on the sofa next to the bookcase.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the ceiling.

The next afternoon.

Pei Lanqing arrived at the door of the small building on time. Aunt Wu opened the door for him and greeted him with a smile: "You are here."

"Yeah," Pei Lanqing nodded with the same smile.

Lin Qianyuan didn't go downstairs the whole day. After hesitating for a long time, Aunt Wu asked Pei Lanqing to bring a bowl of porridge upstairs.

When she has no appetite, she is likely to drink porridge.

This wasn't a big deal, so Pei Lanqing had no reason to refuse. He just thought, since she hadn't come down yet, she might not have gotten up yet.

He was of the opposite sex, so it would be bad to go up there rashly. So, he asked Wu Ma if he could go up there first to take a look.

Wu Ma was so anxious that she suddenly forgot about this matter.

After he reminded her, she understood immediately, "Teacher, you are right. I'll bring it up. Please wait downstairs for a while."

Pei Lanqing shook his head slightly and smiled gently, "It's not a big deal." After saying that, he suddenly thought of something, "Auntie, is there sugar in the porridge?"

Wu Ma paused on the steps and turned to study him for a few more seconds. She hadn't expected him to be so thoughtful. She narrowed her eyes in satisfaction and said, "Let it go."

That’s good, Pei Lanqing didn’t say anything else.

Aunt Wu smiled and went to the attic.

Lin Qianyuan was indeed still asleep. He was covered with a blanket and sleeping on the sofa in the attic.

Mother Wu couldn't tell whether she had stayed up late again.

She has fair skin, and if she stays up late, the dark circles under her eyes will be very obvious. She slept until the afternoon yesterday, and it was the same today.

The gauze by the window was rustling in the cold wind. Wu Ma put down the porridge and walked over quietly to close the window.

The shadow slowly loomed over Lin Qianyuan's head. He opened his eyes, and Wu Ma happened to turn around at that moment. She screamed in surprise, patting her chest and catching her breath, "I'm so scared, so scared."

Lin Qianyuan pushed away the thin blanket and sat up. Seeing her strange behavior, he frowned slightly, his expression full of displeasure.

Wu Ma stopped making any big movements, held her breath, and took out a pen and paper. "The teacher has arrived."

This was to explain to her why she went upstairs without permission.

"Miss, you haven't eaten much since you came back from outside. I brought you a bowl of porridge. Remember to drink it while it's hot."

Lin Qianyuan lay down again, not in the mood to type or write, so she said, "I understand."

Maybe it was because she hadn't spoken for a long time or because she had just woken up, but her voice was very hoarse and a little nasal. "Tell him to come up and wait." After giving the order, she closed her eyes again.

Wu Ma said nothing more, put away the paper and pen, and went downstairs as she instructed.

Lin Qianyuan didn't sleep late last night. He was woken up once by the cold wind at night and covered himself with the blanket on the chair.

She has always been a light sleeper and has difficulty falling asleep again after waking up, but she will not get up either. She needs to close her eyes to relieve the irritability of waking up unnaturally.

Pei Lanqing thought she had fallen asleep again.

I originally wanted to read a book quietly while waiting for her to wake up, but the book stopped at one page and never moved again.

She looked much more talkative with her eyes closed than usual. She lost her sharpness, and her facial features looked delicate and soft.

Pei Lanqing had always thought her appearance was quite aggressive, like the painting she had given him: bold, bright colors, thick strokes where needed, and every single highlight where needed, drawing the eye. Now he understood where her aggression came from: it stemmed from her eyes.

His eyes moved downwards, lingering on her ears for a long time.

Pei Lanqing's face turned red inexplicably as he regained consciousness. He blamed himself for being so rude to stare at others. Without warning, he caught a glimpse of the gauze on her wrist. He frowned, and immediately forgot his previous reprimand, staring at her wrist.

When he came to his senses again, his eyes met Lin Qianyuan's.

It was unknown when she woke up. At this moment, she was lying on her side, with her hands under her face, staring at him without blinking.

Pei Lanqing's eyes flickered slightly, and he felt guilty as if he had been caught.

Lin Qianyuan still maintained this posture.

Pei Lanqing coughed lightly, his tone slightly unnatural, "You...how did your hand get hurt?"

A light laugh floated through the strange atmosphere, so light that it easily shattered all useless disguises.

“…” Pei Lanqing closed his eyes, his ears turning completely red.

She often acted so relaxed and didn't care about the world that he actually forgot this time that she couldn't hear him.

Lin Qianyuan stood up, folded the thin blanket and put it aside, then pushed the door open while tying her hair, leaving the people in the room to cool down on their own.

Pei Lanqing couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand. He had never lost his composure like this before. He calmed down, put down his hand, and saw the new work on the easel in the corner.

It is said that paintings can best reflect people's inner activities and are like a mirror. Pei Lanqing walked closer and saw that the mirror in front of him was either black or red, terrifying and depressing.

He sat quietly in front of the painting, level with it, trying to make out what was in it.

【Is it good looking?】

Lin Qianyuan, who had just washed up and changed his clothes, walked around him, leaned on the desk, and asked him with great interest, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Pei Lanqing doesn't understand painting, and is simply evaluating it from an outsider's perspective: [It looks good.]

Lin Qianyuan nodded nonchalantly, then raised the corner of his mouth, leaned forward to close the distance, and stared at him with crooked eyes. "Is the color realistic?"

For some unknown reason, Pei Lanqing avoided her eyes and pointed at her hand. [So you...?]

Lin Qianyuan smiled, [Yeah, doesn’t it look good?]

Pei Lanqing didn't find anything funny, so he looked up at her.

Lin Qianyuan could clearly see herself in his phoenix eyes. What else was there? She was curious, so she smiled and asked, "Teacher Pei, is this illegal?"

Don’t Chinese citizens have the right to dispose of their own life and health?

I didn't hurt anyone.

Words popped up on the screen one after another. Pei Lanqing looked away and took a deep breath.

She was right. The law couldn't really handle self-harm and suicide. In other words, if the law couldn't handle it, then he couldn't handle it either.

He obviously shouldn't have interfered, but he couldn't control it, at least not this time.

She will definitely become a painter in the future, and her hands are very important to her.

Pei Lanqing lowered his expression and became more serious. [Where is the clean gauze?]

Although he knew that his wrist was injured, he still didn't care when washing and let the gauze get wet.

When Lin Qianyuan heard this, her smile froze on her face. She straightened up and spread her hands nonchalantly, as if to say, "I don't know either."

Pei Lanqing nodded to show that he understood, and went downstairs to ask someone else.

Lin Qianyuan folded his arms and watched his back as he walked away.

The sunlight outside the window was so warm that people couldn't help but squint their eyes. The light slowly moved under the eyelashes, and the person who had just left came back.

Lin Qianyuan opened her eyes, but Pei Lanqing didn't look at her directly. He just gestured for her to stretch out her hand.

She did so.

Pei Lanqing carefully peeled off the gauze layer by layer. Lin Qianyuan looked at his hands at first, and then looked directly at him.

He lowered his eyes and performed the movements with his hands seriously, occasionally frowning and pursing his lips, as if he was trying hard to restrain something. Most of his body was lost in the light and shadow, and he looked indifferent and time seemed to have stopped.

After Pei Lanqing removed all the gauze, there was no scar on her fair and delicate skin.

He looked at her calmly.

I can’t describe how I feel right now.

It wasn't the anger of being teased, nor the annoyance of having made a wasted trip, but rather it seemed like she was relieved that she really didn't cut her wrists.

There was no guilt on Lin Qianyuan's face. "Fingers," she spread out her palms, revealing her fingertips, and began to speak to him.

Pei Lanqing looked as she said. There was a very thin scratch on the tip of her index finger, and the surrounding area was still red. Upon closer inspection, the flesh was faintly turned outward.

It might be hard to say for others, but if it appeared on her hand, it could only be that she had scratched it on purpose.

Pei Lanqing was silent for a moment, silently disinfecting her wound and applying the Band-Aid. Afterward, he typed on his phone, "I'm going to send the things downstairs. Do you need me to get you a bowl of hot porridge?"

【No, I don’t want to eat anything. 】

【Okay, let’s start now.】

Pei Lanqing placed the medicine box on a corner of the desk, opened the book he was about to use, and picked up a pen.

Lin Qianyuan was still standing there, he looked back.

His expression was normal. Lin Qianyuan stared at him for a long time but couldn't figure out anything, as if the prank just now had never happened.

Lin Qianyuan felt inexplicably frustrated and had to sit down first.

Pei Lanqing didn't miss a single minute of today's class. He made up for all the lost time, and by the time he finished, it was nearly seven o'clock.

He left homework as usual.

Before leaving, Pei Lanqing took out a box from his schoolbag and said, "I didn't miss you as much as you said that day."

If there is any misunderstanding, I apologize.

【sorry. 】

Lin Qianyuan opened the box, which contained various Macrons. [Why buy this? ]

She closed the box. [Is it because of an apology?]

Not entirely.

What is that? She pressed hard, determined to get an answer.

Pei Lanqing couldn't lie, and a rare hint of embarrassment appeared on his face. "My friend said this dessert is delicious."

【I think you will like it.】

The author has something to say:

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So I bought it~