Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Liu Jingheng's Expulsion Plan 2.0...
After entering the house, Cheng Yunqing ran the bath water. After Liu Jingheng finished taking a bath, he knew that he was pretending to be paralyzed, so he took the opportunity to get out of the situation.
Cheng Yunqing knocked on the bathroom door:
"If it's inconvenient, I can help you get dressed."
Liu Jingheng sat in the bathtub, shivering, the water was ice-cold.
But Cheng Yunqing didn't leave, so he didn't dare to stand up from the bathtub rashly.
Simply said: "Okay."
Cheng Yunqing curled the corners of his lips, pushed open the door, raised his eyes, not looking at Liu Jingheng, unfolded the bath towel, and fumbled to wrap the person up.
All his movements became cautious and restrained, and his hands were shaking and trembling.
The smell of the bath gel turned into another kind of fragrance after being warmed by the skin, and it hit Cheng Yunqing's consciousness.
The originally leisurely rhythm also became disharmony.
He wiped them clean and changed them into pajamas. He was gentlemanly and polite throughout the whole process and never looked around.
The pajamas were too big and baggy on Liu Jingheng, with half of her shoulders faintly visible.
He slowly took his canvas bag from the bedside, opened it tremblingly, and took out a plastic bag.
Unfolding layer by layer, it revealed a plaid cloth bag inside.
Unfold it layer by layer, and there is a layer of newspaper inside.
Cheng Yunqing didn't know what he was going to do, so he sat quietly and waited.
Watching his slow movements like a programmed robot, I couldn't help but raise the corners of my lips.
The person in my eyes had a red face washed by clear water, and the small crimson mole on the tip of the nose was even more gorgeous.
There were tiny water droplets hanging on the slightly drooping eyelashes, and bright pearls were hanging everywhere.
Cheng Yunqing breathed a sigh of relief. "So cute, damn."
Liu Jingheng unfolded the last layer of toilet paper, revealing a stack of neatly folded banknotes of various colors.
"I'm returning the money I borrowed from you last time." He unfolded all the banknotes and counted them one by one.
Add two coins and the counting is complete.
"Four hundred and ninety-eight dollars and two cents..." Liu Jingheng's voice became softer and softer as she spoke.
Cheng Yunqing stared at his embarrassed little face calmly, his mouth curved into a beautiful arc.
"I remember I lent you 500 yuan and didn't charge the interest, but why did you shortchange me by the weight?" he joked.
Liu Jingheng tightly grasped a stack of banknotes, her fingertips tinged with paleness.
As a trainee housekeeper, he often bought food for the Qin family. Uncle Li was a Sanxingdui product and believed that only real money could be held in one's hands. He always gave Liu Jingheng a hundred-yuan bill. Sometimes the vendors could not make the change, so Liu Jingheng would pay for it first and wait for reimbursement next month.
He kept on using it to cover up his debts and ended up becoming a deadbeat.
"I... I..." Anyway, the original owner was a vicious cannon fodder, so why not just take the blame, Liu Jingheng thought evilly.
He bit his lips tightly, as if concentrating all his strength on it.
After a long time, his lips trembled.
No, the dean said that if you borrow and repay well, it will not be difficult to borrow again.
"I'm sorry." He apologized first. "Before tomorrow night, I..."
"No need." Cheng Yunqing interrupted him, "Please, do something else to make up for it."
"Do, do what."
"Give me a kiss."
Liu Jingheng looked at him for a long moment, her eyes suddenly becoming alert, and she shrank back into the corner.
"No, no."
"So you're not just good at saying yes and yes." Cheng Yunqing laughed, his teeth like pearls. "I was just kidding. It's only one dollar and eighty cents."
He folded the small change, lifted Liu Jingheng's hand, and gently placed the money into his palm:
"When you have money, return it to me. I don't want the change."
Liu Jingheng held the change in both hands: "When? Just tell me the time and I'll pay you back on time."
Cheng Yunqing stood up and said, "Let's talk later. I'm sleepy. You should go to bed early too."
Without waiting for Liu Jingheng to answer, he quickly left the room.
As soon as the door closed, he leaned against it tightly, his body so tense that it seemed to be breaking.
After a long time, with a sigh of relief, the body suddenly opened up.
Was he too impatient? It was undeniable that the words "Give me a kiss" were 90% sincere. Under Liu Jingheng's wary and fearful gaze, he could only get away with it by joking.
I hope Liu Jingheng understands the subtext of these five words, but I also hope he doesn't take it to heart.
*
The three-day Qingming holiday ended with the wailing of students and cattle and horses.
The Qin family's convoy stopped in front of the Qin family mansion.
Uncle Li had been waiting at the door since he received the news half an hour earlier. When he saw the car, he ran over excitedly, ignoring Qin Du who was casually handing him his coat. He looked at Liu Jingheng who was still sitting in the car with tears in his eyes:
"Jingjing, you're back. Uncle Li missed you so much."
Qin Du's hand holding up his coat stopped in mid-air.
Liu Jingheng conscientiously plays her own half-paralyzed character, stretching out her hands:
"hug……"
Uncle Li dove in, was picked up by the waist and coaxed:
"Okay, okay, uncle will give you a hug. Where is your wheelchair?"
"It fell into the river..." Liu Jingheng felt a little guilty. After all, it was a gift carefully customized for him by Uncle Li, but after going to worship the ancestors, not even a wheel was left.
"As long as you're alright, I'll make you a nice color this time. What color do you like? Red or yellow? How about a rainbow?"
"OK."
While Uncle Li was chattering on, Qin Du withdrew his hand holding his coat, put it in his arm, and strode back to the room.
An ancestor worship ceremony made everyone unhappy, except Liu Jingheng, who was just an emotionless killer.
Qin Chuyao learned from those gossipy relatives about his grandmother's "heroic deeds" when she was young, and that she is still depressed now.
I heard that my grandma and grandpa were childhood sweethearts. Compared to my grandpa who was illiterate, my grandma was actually a college student at that time.
My grandmother's parents died early, and she raised her younger siblings by studying, farming, and raising them alone. Such a strong and independent woman was labeled an unlucky person who killed her parents in the village where the people were tough, and was bullied by the entire village.
Only her grandfather was kind to her. He fought with the village chief's son for her and offended the village chief. They could not make a living, so her grandfather and his family were forced to leave their hometown.
After getting married, grandma gave birth to grandpa’s first child, who was Qin Chuyao’s father.
Later, his father had a son in his old age, his younger uncle Qin Du.
As a result, someone said that the younger uncle didn't look like the grandfather at all, so the old man became suspicious and secretly did a paternity test, and concluded that the grandmother had cheated on her and the younger uncle was also her child with another man.
My grandfather filed for divorce in anger, and soon after he brought home a young and beautiful female college student who became his grandmother.
Unfortunately, the young lady was beautiful but had a tragic life. She died of a serious illness when she was only in her thirties.
Qin Chuyao was lying on the bed, holding a yellowed old photo in his hand.
Grandma seldom takes photos because she always says she is not pretty enough.
In the few photos, her expression is always tense and unnatural, which is very different from the little grandmother who is very good at acting coquettishly and has great means.
Qin Chuyao recalled the time in kindergarten when he went to a classmate's house to play without saying hello, and his whole family went crazy looking for him. When he got home, he was first scolded by his parents, then hit by his grandfather with a cane, and was punished by not being allowed to eat.
He's just a kid, what's wrong with wanting to play with his classmates? With this thought in mind, I rubbed my swollen butt and cried in bed.
When he was drowsy, his grandmother came in quietly, holding a night light to check his wound, hugged him, coaxed him and comforted him, and secretly took him to the kitchen to make his favorite beef fried rice.
After grandma passed away, no one in the world knew what he liked to eat.
Qin Chuyao wiped his eyes vigorously, sobbing slowly and continuously.
"Knock knock." There was a sudden sound on the door.
Qin Chuyao opened his eyes, pulled the quilt over and wiped it hard, sniffed, and looked over.
My uncle stood at the door with an indifferent expression.
Qin Chuyao sat up straight. He had indeed considered whether he should overturn the table after enduring for so many years since his uncle was not of the Qin family bloodline.
But no matter who his father is, his mother will always be his beloved grandmother.
"Uncle." Qin Chuyao spoke clearly, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Qin Du walked in and his eyes flashed across the old photo in his hand.
Then, there was a brief pause.
Qin Du looked away and said calmly:
"The holiday is over. Starting tomorrow you will go to the company with me to study."
"Yeah, okay."
Qin Du nodded and looked at the yellowed old photo again.
The woman in the photo is still in her prime of thirty, shy and unnatural, but her eyes at that time were clear and innocent.
When Qin Du and Qin Chuyao talked, they always handled the matter in a businesslike manner and left after finishing their conversation.
But this time, he stood by the bed for a long time and asked a question that he himself found childish and funny:
"Miss grandma?"
Qin Chuyao pursed his lips tightly, his dignity as a man not allowing any words related to boring emotions to come out of his mouth.
Even though all my strength was concentrated on my lips, the world in front of me gradually became blurred.
After a long while, a sob came out, and Qin Chuyao nodded vigorously:
"think."
The voice trembled, as if it was the voice of an ignorant child who was aggrieved.
Qin Du put one hand in his pocket and rubbed it gently with his fingers.
After a long time, he raised his hand, like a kind elder, gently touched Qin Chuyao's hair, and then turned and left.
*
At the breakfast table the next day.
Qin Du raised his eyes and looked at Qin Chuyao across from him, shaking his legs in a rather unruly manner because of the reply from Cheng Yunqing that he had not received for a long time.
The night of ancestor worship came to his mind, when Cheng Yunqing stretched out his hand and asked him for someone as if collecting a debt.
But what I want is Liu Jingheng.
Although Liu Jingheng's opinion of him did change slightly briefly because he drove away the ants and didn't want to ruin the feng shui of his mother's tomb, Qin Chuyao was his real family.
If Liu Jingheng continues to stay here, it will only make Qin Chuyao more miserable.
Qin Du went over the questionnaire Uncle Li had given him in his mind. What Liu Jingheng hated most was that painting had turned against her, leaving only games.
After breakfast, Qin Du bypassed Uncle Li who had already rebelled and found Liu Jingheng.
He found an asymmetrical game popular among elementary school students on the Internet - "Manor Owner vs. Electricity Thief"
He threw the phone with the game downloaded on it to Liu Jingheng and said concisely:
"I'm planning to invest in a game. Over the next few days, you'll quickly understand how to play this game, reach the top level as quickly as possible, and write a 10,000-word review."
Liu Jingheng: ...
He recalled the players he met during his first experience of the game who wrote about love and heartbreak. One of them called him an idiot, and the other told him to go to the pig farm himself.
Liu Jingheng's body began to tremble.
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