Chapter 14 Chapter 14 "The One I Love Most"
Ten minutes before the end of get out of class, Uncle Li came to the studio with his hands behind his back, looking very satisfied after winning four games of chess in the park.
Before entering, he deliberately adjusted his butler's tuxedo.
As soon as they entered the door, the children swarmed towards their parents with their masterpieces.
"Mom! In this class, we drew the person I love the most. I drew Mom. I love you the most~"
Uncle Li walked through the crowd of children, came to the front of the classroom, and looked inside through the glass.
The child sitting in the wheelchair was staring at his own painting in a trance.
Uncle Li smiled smugly. "Little guy, now you know how powerful Uncle Li is. If you dare to act like a good boy again, I'll immediately sign you up for 60 annual lessons!"
Uncle Li walked into the classroom with his head held high, cleared his throat, and announced his great arrival to everyone.
"Mr. Li." Teacher Xiaolu came up to me with a smile.
After creating an unforgettable memory for the children, he would then use his business skills and sweet talk to persuade parents to sign him up for three to five years of lessons.
Uncle Li raised his eyebrows and said, "Teacher, how is my child doing in class?"
Tell me quickly, I want to hear great news like "the child is suffering in school."
Teacher Xiaolu smiled without saying anything, and led Uncle Li to Liu Jingheng's side, speaking in a gentle voice:
"Little Jingjing, come and show Mr. Li your work?"
Liu Jingheng lowered her eyes, indifferent.
Teacher Xiaolu took his work calmly and patiently guided him:
"Mr. Li, this class we're drawing 'My Favorite Person.' Jingjing is a bit quiet, but his drawings are very vivid. Come and see who he's drawing."
Uncle Li glanced at Liu Jingheng and took the work.
On the rectangular paper, amidst countless gray vertical lines, a smudge of black paint that looked like nothing was piled up in a mess.
But on both sides of this black mass, there are two long, thin triangles.
Uncle Li looked at it sideways, vertically, and backwards. As he looked, his thick eyebrows suddenly raised, his eyes widened, and his turbid eyeballs trembled in his eye sockets.
These two triangles...!
It was the hem of his tuxedo!
This black mess...!
It's the color of his tuxedo!
This majestic figure in the painting, every line expresses the person I love most - it's me, Li Dahai!
Uncle Li saw an earthquake, tsunami, and tornado destroy the parking lot.
A thin layer of water gradually accumulated in the turbid eyes.
I didn't expect this little thing to...
Uncle Li's hand holding the painting began to tremble.
His blurred vision slowly turned towards Liu Jingheng, who was still thinking with her eyes lowered.
Uncle Li, who dedicated his entire life to the Qin family, had often been asked if he regretted not having children. His answer was always a firm, "No regrets. I've long considered the Qin family my own."
But the answer to this question began to waver after seeing this ghost painting.
Uncle Li stared at Liu Jingheng for a long time, slowly put down his work, and took a deep breath.
With arms spread wide like eagle's wings:
"Come here, Jingjing baby, Uncle Li will hug you!"
Liu Jingheng slid her wheelchair into a corner and shrank back:
"I don't think that's necessary."
Uncle Li covered his head and pressed him into his arms without saying anything:
"Little thing still shy?"
Liu Jingheng was forcibly held in Uncle Li's arms, her face distorted by the squeeze:
I don't want to live anymore.
Just as Teacher Xiaolu was moved to tears by the scene of the loving grandfather and filial grandson, a teacher suddenly rushed in from outside, his face full of horror:
"Teacher! Mr. Qin, the representative of Rilon Group, is here!!!"
Teacher Xiaolu was confused, shocked, and ran away.
But then she saw a black shadow rushing past her.
Uncle Li ran faster than her. When he saw the newcomer, he immediately gave a standard 90-degree bow:
"Boss Qin, why are you here?"
A tall man was standing in the hall. His black suit was fitted and stylish, and his well-tailored trousers covered his long, straight legs. Under the cold white light, his dense eyelashes shaded his pupils, and his expression was calm and unperturbed.
When the parents who were picking up their children saw this scene, they inexplicably stood up uncontrollably.
Qin Du's gaze swept past Uncle Li and fell on Teacher Xiaolu.
She tensed her body, twisted her hands together, and the smile on her face looked a little unnatural.
"Qin, Mr. Qin..."
Although Qin Du has nothing to do with the entertainment industry, he is a bachelor of one of the country's leading financial groups. He is the cyber husband in the hearts of countless netizens. They compare his wealth with the rich and his looks with the celebrities every day, and he is always victorious.
It was only when I met him in person that I realized his temperament had nothing in common with the "husband" in my imagination. Instead, he gave me an oppressive feeling as if a senior leader had come to inspect.
Qin Du raised his chin, a polite smile on his lips:
"Hello, teacher. I'm here to check on Liu Jingheng's class."
Uncle Li whispered, "It's such a small matter, why would you need to personally take action..."
The more I speak, the quieter my voice becomes, and the more guilty I feel.
Later I realized that he was not here to recognize his grandson, but to find a way to get rid of Liu Jingheng.
"Mr. Qin, please follow me." Although Teacher Xiaolu didn't know the relationship between these three people, her many years of teaching experience allowed her to quickly stabilize her position.
If they could keep this golden Buddha, the other party might be so happy that he would cover all their material costs for the next two years.
Liu Jingheng waited in the classroom for a long time, but no one showed up.
The human-machine was a little anxious and simply stood up from the wheelchair.
Then he sat back down suddenly.
A familiar figure appeared at the door.
Qin Du took the chair that Teacher Xiaolu brought for him, said "thank you for your hard work", sat down, and crossed his legs elegantly.
Senhan's gaze passed through the bright light and fell on Liu Jingheng's puzzled face.
Without any need for Teacher Xiaolu to introduce it, he took the work from the table, glanced at it casually, and threw it on the table:
"Tell me what you learned today."
Liu Jingheng tried to mobilize all the brain cells that control memory.
The mobilization failed and the brain was as pale as a goose feather.
"I forgot," he said.
Qin Du snorted coldly. He needed this answer.
Look at the mass of unknown substance painted by Liu Jingheng. It was painted without any rules. You can tell at a glance that it was painted in a very painful state of mind.
Teacher Xiaolu quickly said, "What we are drawing today is..."
"Teacher Xiaolu, right?" Qin Du interrupted her. "How much is the two-year course fee? Where can I pay it?"
Teacher Xiaolu:?
Uncle Li:?
Liu Jingheng:.
Teacher Xiaolu was stunned for a long time and couldn't help asking:
"Mr. Qin, don't you even ask what I drew today, or how Jingjing is doing in class?"
Qin Du glanced at her. Little Jingjing?
"Sorry, I don't have that much time." Qin Du took out his card and said, "I will cover the cost of materials for your institution for the next two years, but I require that Liu Jingheng's classes be arranged every day."
Teacher Xiaolu was shocked: "Every day? Then our rest time..."
"On your days off, you can arrange for teachers to come to your home and give you three times the salary."
Teacher Xiaolu swallowed slowly and said, "Okay...Okay!"
Qin Du glanced around and saw that Liu Jingheng in the corner had completely lost all signs of life, and was pale and dull.
He chuckled and stood up:
"Where to pay?"
On that day, Teacher Xiaolu earned +12,000 yuan. Mr. Qin also told her that she could ask him at any time about the promised material fees.
…
In the car.
Liu Jingheng went back in Uncle Li's car, while Qin Du was taken care of by his full-time driver.
Just as the shop was about to close, Teacher Xiaolu hurried in carrying Liu Jingheng's abstract masterpiece:
"Mr. Qin, this is Jingjing's work from this class."
Qin Du took it casually, thanked him, closed the door and drove away.
The evening sun flew in through the car window, giving the messy lines a warm color.
It's like a confused emotion with no end in sight.
Qin Du had no interest in Liu Jingheng's works. He only knew that he extremely hated painting, so he asked Uncle Li to find a reason to force him to leave.
Qin Du threw the work aside.
After a long time, the fingers on his knees moved.
He got the work back.
I casually glanced at the label in the lower right corner of the work, which was written by Teacher Xiaolu for Liu Jingheng.
Title: The Person I Love Most
Not knowing which word caught Qin Du's attention, he began to examine the painting carefully.
Short and neat black hair, black clothes, and two incomprehensible long triangles extending on both sides.
Qin Du frowned.
His eyes passed over the painting and looked at the peaked lapels on his suit.
Elongated, triangular.
Qin Du hesitated for a moment, then looked back at the label:
The Person I Love Most
?
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Two cars entered the Qin family mansion one after the other.
Uncle Li parked the car, trotted to the back door, and carefully carried Liu Jingheng down:
"Slow down, slow down. Wait until Uncle Li has time to buy you an electric wheelchair. It runs very fast."
Liu Jingheng: "Okay."
Qin Du got out of the car and caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye. Liu Jingheng, who was being held by Uncle Li, stared at him with eyes like 200-watt light bulbs.
Qin Du looked at the abstract masterpiece he had been pinching all the way, tightened his fingers, and threw it to the driver.
After entering the house, Liu Jingheng was still looking at him blatantly. Although she didn't say a word, her eyes seemed to contain thousands of words.
"Qin, President Qin."
Just as Qin Du was about to go upstairs, a tentative voice came from behind him.
He stopped and said nothing.
Liu Jingheng was still being held by Uncle Li, and her hands kept tightening due to the fluctuations of emotions.
"Thank you...thank you. You are so nice." After Liu Jingheng said this, two blushes appeared on her face.
Then she buried her head in Uncle Li's arms, not daring to look at him.
Qin Du slowly turned around, his gaze like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and piercing Liu Jingheng's face.
Thanks?
Uncle Li was also confused. He asked quietly:
"Don't you hate painting?"
"I liked it, just now." Liu Jingheng grabbed Uncle Li's collar, and her slender white fingers tightened nervously.
Uncle Li:?
It turns out that he is here to cheat on the annual course.
Liu Jingheng didn't lie. Everything happened in the painting class just now, which he should have hated extremely.
The rainy nights in countless dreams had become an obsession, and the woman kept looking back at him.
Every time I want to let it go, I will continue to draw "positive" on the notebook because of this dream.
But when the confused lines completely smeared the woman's figure as if to vent his emotions, he finally understood.
If she would come back, she would have come long ago. Just like Teacher Xiaolu's mother, if you really love someone, you won't let him wait.
The chaotic lines were completely blackened out at the moment of the brushstrokes, and the nightmare of many years was finally put to an incomplete end.
With a thank you and a "I like art" tone, Qin Du slowly closed his eyes.
The heavy punch hit the cotton again.
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