Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Will you come home with me for Qingming Festival?
At the end of March, Qingming Festival was approaching and it started to rain lightly.
Liu Jingheng received a brand new electric wheelchair from Uncle Li.
No manual assistance is required, just press the button easily to completely liberate the whole body, turning him from hemiplegia to high paraplegia.
His phone also started to receive more messages.
Cheng Yunqing: [Have you taken your medicine on time? How much is left? If not, I'll send some more.]
Cheng Yunqing: [Remember to take your vitamins, too. I'll check.]
Uncle Li: [Is the wheelchair still working? Look at my memory. I even forgot to ask you what color you like and then just decided on your behalf. I deserve a beating!]
Young babysitter at home: [Brother, are you free tomorrow? I want to invite you to go hiking together.]
We can also play chess together. [Shy]
But no one received a reply.
It’s not that Liu Jingheng is cold-hearted, he just forgot.
But he remembered: "Uncle Li, it's three o'clock."
The art class is at 4:30, and he is waiting at the door at 3 o'clock.
Li Shuzhen regarded himself as Liu Jingheng's guardian, picking her up and dropping her off on time every day. He held up his phone and asked Liu Jingheng to stand among a group of children to take pictures, muttering to her as he took the pictures:
"Look at the lines, colors, and composition of this child. It's like Leonardo da Vinci reborn!"
The other parents looked at him with disgust.
Today, at 2:30 p.m., Liu Jingheng arrived at the door in his electric wheelchair:
"Uncle Li, it's half past two."
Uncle Li said with a smile, "Are you in such a hurry? The art class hasn't even opened yet."
Liu Jingheng shook her feet and looked at the wall clock frequently.
Uncle Li took a break from his busy schedule and took a small cake from the kitchen for Liu Jingheng. After giving her a few words of advice, he went back to his own business.
Liu Jingheng held the cake and shakily dug out a piece.
"Ah——" His mouth opened wide.
"Butler Li? Where's Butler Li?" The nanny who had just been mowing the lawn in the yard rushed in. "The young master of the Cheng family is at the door. Is it convenient for him to come in now?"
Liu Jingheng: The young master of the Cheng family? Who is he?
Uncle Li poked his head out of the kitchen and said, "From now on, Young Master Cheng will come and just invite people in. No need to report."
Liu Jingheng held up the fork, the cream on it was shaking.
My poor brain slowly flipped through the original novel, trying to figure out the name of the young master of the Cheng family.
"Liu Jingheng, are you sitting at the door to welcome me?"
A familiar voice sounded, and Cheng Yunqing's figure immediately appeared in sight.
Liu Jingheng took a few minutes to react:
"Why are you here?"
Cheng Yunqing placed the paper bag containing medicine and vitamins on Liu Jingheng's legs, leaned over slightly, stared at his face and said:
"I sent you so many messages and didn't reply, so I had to come to your house in person."
Cheng Yunqing leaned closer, a dark current surging in his clear eyes, and his voice was very low:
"Is this your purpose?"
Liu Jingheng didn't understand: "Yes."
Cheng Yunqing chuckled and looked at the lump of cream on his fork:
"Maybe you knew I would come and even prepared afternoon snacks for me."
Liu Jingheng:?
Cheng Yunqing took the fork without saying a word and licked the cream.
"How sweet." He said cryptically.
Liu Jingheng looked at the fork:
My cake...T_T
Cheng Yunqing pushed Liu Jingheng's wheelchair:
"Go to your room and talk. There are too many people here."
I met Uncle Li on the way, and Uncle Li asked casually:
"Young Master Cheng will also go back to his hometown to worship his ancestors during the Qingming Festival."
"Yes, I have this plan."
After hearing this, Liu Jingheng's old CPU turned for a long time and remembered:
The original owner of the cannon fodder wanted to frame the protagonist, so naturally he started from all aspects of life.
As a leader in the contemporary medical industry, Cheng Yunqing's family has to travel a lot, and the originally planned Qingming Festival ancestor worship had to be changed at the last minute.
Qin Chuyao knew that Cheng Yunqing was alone at home during the Qingming Festival, so he took Cheng Yunqing back to his hometown in the south to worship his ancestors under the pretext of going for an outing.
Instead of being angry, Cheng Yunqing thought that Qin Chuyao was willing to bring him to such an important occasion, and felt deeply how important he was in his heart. It was also in this plot that Cheng Yunqing's cold heart gradually thawed, and he developed different emotions towards Qin Chuyao.
The true meaning of a cool novel is naturally inseparable from the cannon fodder who interferes and gets slapped in the face.
The original owner of the cannon fodder was interning at the Qin family at the time, and after much persuasion, he went back to his hometown to worship his ancestors.
He took advantage of the situation and threw the termites he had prepared in advance onto the tomb, and called Cheng Yunqing over, shouting in panic:
"Termites are digging into the tomb, causing disasters to the land and affecting future generations. I'm not feeling well, Yunqing, so quickly crush them to death!"
When the Qin family rushed over, they saw Cheng Yunqing with a "ferocious look on his face" stomping and kicking their ancestral grave, saying "Go to hell".
With the writing technique of first criticizing and then praising, Cheng Yunqing was naturally misunderstood by the Qin family, who worked together to send him to a criticism and struggle meeting.
Then force a slap in the face.
The original owner of the cannon fodder's phone rang, and he accidentally clicked on the speaker, and everyone heard the call from the Taobao seller:
"Hello, Mr. Liu. The 100 termites you purchased from my store have arrived. I have a few things to tell you..."
Liu Jingheng finished recalling the original text——
Hey, it's my turn to perform again.
"Liu Jingheng? What are you daydreaming about?" Cheng Yunqing suddenly called him.
Liu Jingheng came back to her senses: "No."
"Did you draw this?" Cheng Yunqing asked, pointing at the painting on the wall.
Liu Jingheng took a glance and nodded.
He drew the painting, and Uncle Li forced him to hang it up, saying that this way every time he came to wake Liu Jingheng up, he could see the child's love for him.
"The person I love the most..." Cheng Yunqing read the label of the painting word by word.
My sight fell on the blurry black mass, and I could vaguely make out a human-like creature wearing black clothes with two long and thin triangles extending from both sides.
As Cheng Yunqing watched, his eyes suddenly widened.
These two long, thin triangles, and the drapes he wore when he participated in the speech contest...
Total overlap!
Cheng Yunqing was stunned and looked at "The Person I Love Most" again.
Liu Jingheng looked at his stiff, sculpture-like back in confusion.
Why does everyone have this expression when they see this painting?
Is it really that good a painting that they want to steal?
The silence lasted for nearly ten minutes, and Cheng Yunqing slowly turned around.
He looked down at Liu Jingheng, the red corners of his eyes as delicate as if they were outlined with the smallest drapery pen.
"You." Cheng Yunqing's Adam's apple slid.
Liu Jingheng:?
The next second, the tall and thin man in front of him suddenly leaned down, passed his arms from behind him, and with a force, held him tightly in his arms.
Cheng Yunqing's voice was a little hoarse: "I understand."
Liu Jingheng: ???
Know something now.
I see. This is the common blank space in literary works.
"Tomb-Sweeping Day..." Cheng Yunqing's voice was a little tense, "Do you want to go back to my hometown with me?"
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