Chapter 90 Chapter 90 "Lin Qianyuan, come here."...

Lin Qianyuan has no idea about the Chinese New Year.

Before Song Wenci's death, she would first go to the Lin family's house for dinner, then provoke her in disguise and make her stand in the attic as punishment, in order to find a moment of peace. After going abroad to study, she simply stopped returning to the Lin family and stayed alone.

If it weren't for Wu Ma always thinking about her, Lin Qianyuan herself couldn't tell whether she would have forgotten this important festival long ago.

If a person spends every day in exactly the same way, it is difficult to say that he is celebrating a festival.

Pei Lanqing waited a long time for her to speak, so he tilted his head to look at her, a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but he still smiled faintly. "It's okay, don't be embarrassed to refuse. Just say whatever you want."

Lin Qianyuan shook her head. "I'm fine with it, even if I don't refuse." She moved closer to him, looking unhappy. "You're not here."

Pei Lanqing immediately understood what she meant and arched his brows. "I'm not saying I want to leave you here alone. I'm saying that everything should be based on your own opinion."

After hearing this, Lin Qianyuan started to think, "I'll go with you."

She answered clearly and concisely. Pei Lanqing leaned against the door frame, lowered his brows slightly, and looked at her. He asked, "Aren't you nervous?"

"Nervous," Lin Qianyuan didn't deny it. He then stepped forward and admitted a fact, "But you're here."

After saying that, she sniffed him closely, raised her head, and bumped into the center of his sight just right, "Have you been drinking?"

He smelled of alcohol, not strong, but very light. However, his eyes seemed to be mixed with drunkenness as he looked at her quietly, and he stared at her without moving.

"Yeah," Pei Lanqing looked away, moved a little further away from her, smiled, and then turned to look at her, "End of year dinner."

He focuses on practical work efficiency, rarely attends social events, does not drink often, and almost never drinks at law firm gatherings.

Because it was the end of the year, the meal took several hours. After the meal, the group started to make plans for the next project. He said he had to go home first, which inevitably caused opposition and he was forced to drink several glasses of wine.

Lin Qianyuan noticed the distance between them and walked towards him without saying a word. She suddenly hugged his waist and asked, "Do you want some honey water?"

She thought for a moment, "Or do you want to sleep?"

Pei Lanqing suddenly laughed, bent over and hugged her, wanting to let go but reluctantly, and said with a smile: "It doesn't smell bad?"

"It doesn't smell bad." Lin Qianyuan leaned over to his neck and sniffed several times, then smiled. "Pei Lanqing, have I ever told you that you smell really good?"

Pei Lanqing hugged her, put his face against her head as she moved closer, and spoke slowly, "I did."

He rested his chin on her shoulder and lowered his voice slightly, "You too."

When Lin Qianyuan heard this, she lowered her head and smelled herself, but she didn't smell anything. However, this did not stop her from being in a good mood.

"So do you want some honey water now?" She was already looking for the honey jar in the house. There was no jar in the restaurant, so it should be in the kitchen.

Pei Lanqing had been busy all day. Perhaps it was the alcohol that had gotten to him, but he looked more tired than usual. He bent even lower, his eyes involuntarily closed, and whispered to her, "Wait a moment."

Lin Qianyuan could hear the tiredness in his words and said, "Okay." She was considerate and did not disturb him at all. She hugged him silently and straightened her already upright body even more to help him rest.

The air was quiet, and the soft light from the living room filled the room, illuminating every corner of the house with boundless warmth.

Time seems to stand still.

Lin Qianyuan suddenly felt that it would be nice to stay like this forever. She silently curved her eyebrows and lowered her eyes slightly.

"What are you thinking about?" Pei Lanqing didn't open his eyes, but smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up. "Is there anything happy happening?"

"Well, yes," Lin Qianyuan tilted his head and answered honestly, "but I can't describe it."

"But how did you know that?"

Pei Lanqing smiled, opened his eyes, stood up straight and looked at her, "Have you forgotten? We are in tune with each other."

These were her own words. Lin Qianyuan touched his ears and did not refute.

Pei Lanqing smiled without saying anything this time. After resting for a while, his eyes became clearer and he looked at her quietly, with peace in his eyes. Coupled with the light above his head, she couldn't help but immerse herself in it.

It was unknown how long it took before Lin Qianyuan shifted her gaze, coughed lightly, and walked towards the kitchen. After taking a few steps, she felt a subtle emotion in her heart, which urged her to turn back.

Pei Lanqing just opened the bedroom door and was about to take a shower.

The door was not closed, so Lin Qianyuan walked in.

Pei Lanqing turned and saw her. Before he could ask, he felt a warm, soft touch on his lips. It had come and gone so quickly. Her skirt brushed past his shadow, and then the bedroom door was shut from the outside, leaving nothing behind.

Pei Lanqing was slightly startled for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled, his brows gentle. He opened the door, poked his head in, and pursed his lips gently, "Lin Qianyuan."

Lin Qianyuan was standing a few steps away from the bedroom door. Before he could recover from his shock, he felt that he had just done something inexplicable. "Huh?"

Pei Lanqing pushed the door slightly to make room, "Come here."

"Oh," Lin Qianyuan obediently walked up to him, raised his head, and asked with a serious and concerned look on his face, "What's wrong?"

Pei Lanqing pulled him into the room and closed the door. The seriousness on his face matched hers. "You stay with me."

"Together...what?"

"bath."

"Then do you still drink honey water?"

"No more."

Lin Qianyuan felt that this was not a good idea, so after waking up the next day, before breakfast, she still brought him a glass of honey water.

Pei Lanqing looked at her twice more. She looked serious, looking at him with wide eyes, even a little confused as to why he didn't answer.

He couldn't help laughing for a moment, turned his face away, and then took the cup seriously, "Thank you."

Lin Qianyuan finally relaxed, stood in front of the kitchen counter, and took a bite of the freshly baked toast. "You're welcome."

Pei Lanqing finished the liquid in the cup and couldn't help asking her, "Have you been thinking about this?"

Although Lin Qianyuan felt that answering yes would make him happier, she still swallowed what she had in her mouth and turned around to explain honestly, "No, I forgot about it last night and only remembered it this morning."

Pei Lanqing thought for a moment, then bent down and kissed her on the side of her face, his eyes soft, "Blame me."

Lin Qianyuan also thought about it and shook his head, "I can't blame you for this. It was originally given to you to drink."

Pei Lanqing's eyes flashed with a smile, but it disappeared in an instant. "Who should be blamed then?"

Lin Qianyuan thought about this, turned around, and then looked at him again, with guilt in his eyes.

Pei Lanqing didn't dare tease her anymore. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, patting her back gently. He lowered his head and smiled, saying, "I was just joking. How could I blame you? This is a trivial matter, not something to blame. I was really joking with you. I'm sorry, I won't do this again next time."

Lin Qianyuan nodded, something came to his mind, and he said sullenly, "It's not a small matter."

"Pei Lanqing, I want to take good care of you, too." She raised her head, looked into his eyes, and responded to every word, "It's okay, you can tell me next time, but I'm a little stupid and don't understand jokes. Remember to explain it to me clearly after you finish speaking."

Lin Qianyuan pursed his lips and smiled, feeling a little embarrassed. "Otherwise I would take it seriously."

"Lin Qianyuan."

"Um?"

Pei Lanqing drooped his eyelashes. He clearly knew what happened to her, but he always thought it was insignificant. He could never truly empathize with what she was going through at the time. How did she get through it?

He couldn't imagine it before, and he can't do it now.

Pei Lanqing raised his eyes, and the corners of his eyes flickered slightly.

Lin Qianyuan saw the look on his face and was stunned for a moment. Then she hugged him and spoke, her tone unable to conceal the resentment, "Are you like this because I'm stupid?"

She scowled, "It's not that serious, just a little bit, and it doesn't affect my intelligence."

After she finished speaking, she hummed in dissatisfaction: "Could it be that you regret it?"

Lin Qianyuan couldn't help but sneer, and with a flourish, he said directly, "It's too late to regret. What's the saying? The law of the world is that the woman takes the lead and the husband follows."

Pei Lanqing laughed out loud when he heard this. "Is that what the sentence says?"

The person who reversed the subject nodded and said, "Whatever."

Pei Lanqing frowned and kissed her forehead. "You're not stupid, and I don't regret it." He then stepped back slightly and looked down at her. "I must have accumulated a lot of virtue to be able to meet you. I must have prayed to the Buddha for at least five hundred years."

After reading this poem, Lin Qianyuan naturally continued, "Pray for it to bring us together in this world."

The Buddha then transformed me into a tree, growing by the roadside that you must pass. Under the sunlight, it carefully blossomed with flowers, each one representing my hope from my previous life.

Lin Qianyuan's eyes suddenly lit up and she smiled brightly, "Pei Lanqing, I love you too."

At noon two days before the Spring Festival, they went back to the small building together to have lunch, and then left and went to Jiangnan to celebrate the New Year.

It was already evening when the plane landed. On the way home by car, Pei Lanqing received a message from Pei Dejun asking them where they were.

Pei Lanqing told the truth.

Pei Dejun didn't say anything else, just said that the meal was almost ready and they arrived home just in time.

After sending this message, he put his phone into his pocket, closed the lid of the pot, and turned on the light in front of the house.

The doorway suddenly became bright, illuminating the thin snow on the ground. Pei Dejun picked up a broom and slowly swept away the snow in front of the door.

Xiaoman's mother saw it and couldn't help laughing. She had clearly scanned the whole place in the afternoon. She asked loudly, "Is Lanqing coming back?"

Pei Dejun swept the snow aside, picked up a chair and sat down, also smiling, "Yes."

Xiaoman ran out of the yard after hearing this, excitedly saying, "Uncle Pei, can I have dinner at your house tonight? I want to see Brother Lanqing."

Pei Dejun looked at him and refused this time, saying in a soothing tone, "It's not convenient. Can we do it next time?"

Xiaoman agreed sensibly, but still couldn't help but feel depressed, "Huh? Why?"

Pei Dejun didn't know how to start for a moment.

Xiaoman's mother was a little surprised, and a little surprised, "Lan Qing brought a girlfriend back this time, right?"

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The author has something to say: Pei Dejun: It’s hard to say, she’s not just my girlfriend.

I think I can write two more chapters...

"The principles of the world are that the wife takes the lead and the husband follows." The original sentence is from Guan Yin Zi's "Three Pole": "The principles of the world are that the husband takes the lead and the wife follows."

The poem mentioned in this chapter is from Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree." The relevant excerpt is as follows: "How can I make you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this, I have prayed to the Buddha for five hundred years, asking him to let us meet in this world. So the Buddha transformed me into a tree, growing by the road you must pass, carefully blooming in the sunlight, each one a hope from my past life."