Chapter 2 Chapter 2 She died, but she didn't die.
Lin Qianyuan knew clearly that he couldn't see her, so she didn't hide the interest and smile on her face at all.
How interesting.
It was nice to meet someone she was so interested in.
She was very interested in him because of his looks, temperament and personality.
Lin Qianyuan waited until Pei Lanqing walked out of the door before he withdrew his gaze and got up to go downstairs.
It is now 5:30 in the afternoon and it is getting dark. There is no heating in the hall and the temperature difference between morning and evening is large. Aunt Wu handed over a shawl and reminded her to prevent catching a cold.
There is only one servant in this small building, Wu Ma, and it has always been like this.
Lin Qianyuan grew up under the care of Wu Ma. Even though she couldn't hear anything, she could tell what Wu Ma wanted to say from her expression, so she obediently put on the shawl.
Aunt Wu prepared dinner.
As usual, Lin Qianyuan didn't want to eat after just a few bites. She was a picky eater and had a mild eating disorder. In her case, this was a repressed mental illness.
Wu Ma couldn't bear to see her like this, so she sat on the other side of the table and served her the food. After she finished, Wu Ma put down her chopsticks and took out a pen and paper from her pocket. "Little Miss, try to eat a little more."
[These past few days I've always felt that you've become even thinner than before.]
Ever since Lin Qianyuan became deaf, Wu Ma has always carried tools with her to communicate with her.
Lin Qianyuan looked up at the opposite side, and in a trance, she seemed to see her mother, Ms. Song Wenci.
She was wearing the sky-blue cheongsam again, and when the weather was a little cold, she would put on a white cashmere shawl, looking gentle and lovely.
In front of the man, she spoke in a soft Wu dialect. Opposite him, she just said expressionlessly: "Do you want to eat?"
Lin Qianyuan didn't dare to nod, but just stared back at her blankly.
In order to look good in cheongsam, Song Wenci strictly controls her diet. If she herself cannot eat something, others have to follow her, especially Lin Qianyuan.
But children are children after all, and the desire in their eyes will always be revealed unconsciously, thus easily angering emotionally unstable adults.
Song Wenci immediately threw the porcelain plate on the table to the ground with a bang, leaving a mess everywhere.
She stepped over the debris and grabbed the girl, whose eyelashes were trembling. "You dare to look at me like that again?"
"Am I not good enough for you?"
"ah?"
"Am I not good enough for you?"
"Miss, Miss," Aunt Wu hurried over from the backyard, trying to hide Lin Qianyuan behind her. She knew that this action would still make Song Wenci angry, so she hurriedly said, "Mr. Lin will come over tonight."
She pulled Lin Qianyuan's arm back from Song Wenci's hand, stood in front of Lin Qianyuan, lowered her head, and kept repeating, "Mr. Lin will come tonight."
Mr. Lin.
Hearing these three words, Song Wenci returned to her original state. She ordered Wu Ma to clean the place quickly. As for Lin Qianyuan, he was not allowed to leave the attic tonight without her permission.
Wu Ma responded.
After Song Wenci went to the second floor, Aunt Wu dared to raise her head. She quickly turned around, squatted down, and touched the little face of the person in front of her, "Are you okay?"
Lin Qianyuan shook his head slowly.
She didn't react much, but Mother Wu couldn't help crying, "How could you treat your own child like this?"
Wu Ma is infertile, and because of this, she has never married and will never have children of her own. But she really can't understand how much hatred and resentment can someone have to treat their own daughter like this.
It was just a coincidence today. If it were usual, without the incident of Mr. Lin, she would have to wait until Lin Qianyuan was taught a lesson before coming in. Otherwise, Lin Qianyuan would only be taught a lesson even more miserably.
Wu Ma thought to herself that she had to find some ointment to apply to her arm first. Song Wenci had the habit of doing manicures, and when she scratched her arm, she naturally scratched her skin. Several red marks were imprinted on her snow-white skin, which was hard not to notice.
Then she wanted to get her some more food, but she was just a child under ten years old, and her body could not withstand such abuse.
As she was thinking, a warm little hand was placed beside her eyes. Lin Qianyuan lowered her head and clumsily wiped away her tears. She whispered, "Auntie, don't cry, I'm fine."
Song Wenci didn't dare ask others to call her Madam because she was afraid that Mr. Lin would be unhappy.
So she asked Wu Ma to call her Miss, and Lin Qianyuan was called Little Miss.
She was her possession.
After all, as she said, without her, Song Wenci, how could there be Lin Qianyuan in this world?
So if Song Wenci is in pain, Lin Qianyuan must suffer with her.
Lin Qianyuan tidied her shawl and put it aside, lowering her eyelashes. When she raised her head again, she shook her head at Wu Ma with an apologetic smile, "Auntie, I really can't eat."
Aunt Wu looked at her, then looked at the dishes on the table, and just sighed.
When she raised her hand to clean up, Lin Qianyuan suddenly asked her to stop, took a few photos, and then let her continue.
Seeing her busy typing on her phone, Wu Ma thought she might be chatting with the young master of the Liang family. Since the young lady's accident, he was the only person besides the Lin family who was willing to visit the small building.
Lin Qianyuan typed and deleted in the chat box, typed and deleted again. After struggling for a long time, she wandered to the kitchen.
Wu Ma was washing dishes and gently nudged her with her elbow, signaling her not to stand there so as not to dirty her clothes.
Lin Qianyuan smiled, declined, and continued to stand there with a heavy heart.
She typed to Wu Ma, "Auntie, has it been fed?"
Wu Ma's hands were wet, and she just nodded, her mouth unconsciously opening. "Now he's not as shy as before. It seems like he's become accustomed to me and is close to me. He's willing to eat whatever I give him."
After she finished speaking, Wu Ma realized that Lin Qianyuan didn't know what she was talking about. Fortunately, the person next to her was busy typing and didn't see her lips moving, so Wu Ma smiled and didn't explain any more.
Lin Qianyuan held the phone in front of her again and asked, "Auntie, I eat so little, isn't it a waste?"
Mother Wu was thinking about how to respond.
Lin Qianyuan added a few words at the end, "Can I have someone over for dinner at my house?"
Wu Ma didn't care who she went to; as long as she was willing to eat more, she would do anything. So Wu Ma washed her hands, wiped them again on her apron, and took out a pen and paper and replied, "Of course."
When Lin Qianyuan saw her reply, her eyes lit up and then dimmed. Wu Ma knew the reason for this dimming, and she was thinking for her, who should she look for?
Suddenly, an idea came to her mind, and Wu Ma wrote with a pen: [Is that teacher okay today? ]
Lin Qianyuan looked at her, with doubt in her eyes, and then she lowered her head again.
Maybe they think it's too much trouble for others.
Aunt Wu smiled and patted her arm. "This teacher is quite nice. Auntie will try to keep him here tomorrow."
[Okay?]
Lin Qianyuan hesitated, then slowly hummed.
Wu Ma inexplicably felt that it would work, but if asked to explain in detail, she couldn't say why.
Lin Qianyuan returned to the attic.
This small building is located in the suburbs, far away from the city. Today is not a festive day, but she saw fireworks outside the window.
Lin Qianyuan subconsciously touched her ears, but still couldn't hear anything. In the car accident last year, Song Wenci died, but she was lucky enough to survive.
Lin Qianyuan suddenly wanted to laugh. Will Song Wenci regret it?
She died, but she didn't die.
Lin Qianyuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
If Song Wenci died with her eyes open, how wonderful it would be if she were now wandering in this world as a soul.
She really wanted to see how hideous this soul looked now.
Lin Qianyuan lay down in front of the desk, trying to calm down.
The phone on the desk suddenly vibrated, and a message came in from the class group before I took a leave of absence.
She has been absent from school for almost a year. Her former classmates are now in their senior year of high school. It is almost November, and the art exam is very close, so everyone has started discussing which school to apply to in the future.
Lin Qianyuan had set the group message to be do not disturb, and this time the message caused a vibration because the squad leader "@all members" in it.
She clicked in, browsed two pages casually, then switched pages and clicked to quit the group.
Boring and useless.
She has no goals in life and just lives day by day. But if she has a goal, she will stick to it and won't give up until she achieves it.
Lin Qianyuan opened the file he had collected, which contained information about Pei Lanqing. His past experience was as clean as the white sweatshirt he was wearing, which was really satisfying.
She swiped up and the page stopped at "Currently studying in the Law Department of Teito University."
Lin Qianyuan also wants to apply to the Imperial Capital University. It is close to him and here, so it will be convenient to bring him home.
Her fingers involuntarily clicked on his homepage again. This guy didn't post anything. Lin Qianyuan put her phone down, picked it up again, put it down again, and casually flipped through the homework Pei Lanqing had left for her. The workload wasn't heavy, and after a long time of searching, she finally found a question worth asking.
Take a picture and send it.
In just a few minutes, the other party sent a reply.
It is the process of verifying the explanation on the draft paper.
Lin Qianyuan was no longer in a hurry to study and asked: [Where are you?]
Although it was confusing, Pei Lanqing had no habit of lying and answered honestly: [School library.]
Lin Qianyuan couldn't quite wrap her head around it. It was almost nine o'clock, so why wasn't he, like Liang Siyu, busy playing games or hanging out at a bar? But in a flash, she understood. How could Pei Lanqing be like everyone else? He was so unique.
He and they are from two different worlds.
Do you have a lot of homework?
Pei Lanqing looked at her reply and subconsciously thought that she was implying that he had given her too much homework.
Because she, like him, is still learning.
Pei Lanqing was a little annoyed and warned himself to reduce the amount he required of her in the future.
Pei Lanqing began typing: "Not much, I'm studying a case study." After a moment's thought, he added: "You can skip the subjective history questions today."
【Why?】The opponent responded immediately.
Lin Qianyuan wanted to chat with him, not to leave a bad impression on him. She continued typing in the chat box, "I can finish my homework today."
If they were face to face, Pei Lanqing might have said "oh" softly, but with the screen between them, he didn't quite know how to respond.
Wanting to show that he didn't look down on her, but also feeling it was unnecessary, he sent a "good" message. After sending it, he waited for a long time, but she didn't send another message.
Forget it, let’s see the situation in person tomorrow.
Pei Lanqing continued his case analysis, but when there was no law in his mind, he always felt silent guilt in his heart.
But the reality was that he didn't quite know how to respond, and Lin Qianyuan didn't know how to respond either. Liang Siyu said she was a chat terminator, and she always scoffed at it.
She is not.
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