Chapter 21 Chapter 21 "I am an excellent citizen."...
Liang Siyu looked at her in disbelief and yelled at her anxiously, "Lin Qianyuan!"
He continued typing with shaking hands, this time out of anger, "Do you know what you're doing? Are you crazy?"
"You are, but..." His anger gradually subsided and he didn't dare to look at the man again.
Lin Qianyuan smiled and stared at him with interest.
Liang Siyu didn't know how she could laugh right now. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "What are you going to do?"
Lin Qianyuan looked down, frowned, and was quite distressed. "I have to go home. It's dirty." After saying that, she adjusted the hem of her skirt and clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.
The black velvet skirt was soaked with cold water and stuck to her calves, and the wind made her feel even colder.
Is this important? Liang Siyu was furious and yelled at her, "Lin Qianyuan!"
The person whose name was called glanced over with disdain. Liang Siyu was frightened and fell silent.
Lin Qianyuan loosened her skirt and patiently explained, "She's not dead, she just fainted."
Liang Siyu had a look of disbelief on his face, but his back, pressed against the door, relaxed. "Really?"
"Well," Lin Qianyuan threw away the tissue again, took out a purple handkerchief from the inner pocket of his coat, carefully wrapped the dagger, and walked out calmly.
"you……"
Liang Siyu stared at her back in amazement. It was obvious that she had the habit of carrying controlled knives with her, otherwise how could she do it so skillfully, especially with such a calm expression on her face. He almost thought she had just finished a Western meal.
Liang Siyu followed him out trembling with fear.
Lin Qianyuan faced the person who had just arrived. "Brother," she pointed inside, "that person just scolded you."
Lin Qianyuan's face was full of pride, as if he was taking credit for it. "I've cleaned it up for you. Remember to keep the tail."
Lin Jihui stared into her eyes, smiled, and asked meaningfully: [Killing someone with a borrowed knife?]
A few minutes ago, he received a recording from her, followed by a sentence "Come here." Now she actually called him brother for no apparent reason. Lin Jihui found it funny. He remembered that his sister never called him that.
Lin Qianyuan pretended not to understand, her brows knitted slightly, a look of disapproval on her face, "How could I kill someone? I'm an outstanding citizen," she said with a flattering smile, "I'm simply a living Lei Feng."
Lin Jihui lowered his eyes slightly, saw her skirt was wet with water, and a trace of surprise crossed his face.
Lin Qianyuan turned sideways, avoiding his sight inadvertently, "No need to thank me, brother," she paced away, humming a song.
The remaining Liang Siyu nodded symbolically to Lin Jihui, and without waiting for Lin Jihui's response, he put on the oil and quickly caught up with Lin Qianyuan in front.
Liang Siyu had been afraid of Lin Jihui since he was little. It wasn't his fault; everyone in his group was afraid of him. Lin Jihui never played with them, and after going abroad to study, they had no further contact.
Mentioning Lin Jihui, the first keyword that comes to Liang Siyu's mind is the smell of medicine. He wasn't ill, but he loved researching various medicinal herbs all year round, never leaving the house unless absolutely necessary. His skin was as pale as a ghost, and his stern expression made it even more so.
Lin Qianyuan commented on this, "It's not like, he is."
Liang Siyu couldn't help but complain, "I helped you once, don't you have a heart?"
He was currently at Lin Qianyuan's small building. He hesitated several times before starting to type on his phone, "Your brother helped you resolve what happened last night."
Liang Siyu felt that Lin Qianyuan was very careless and did such a serious thing. She just left because her skirt was dirty.
He continued, "Not long after you left, the man woke up. He explained to others that he had hypoglycemia and had suddenly fainted in the bathroom."
Lin Qianyuan read it and found it interesting. "Does anyone believe it?"
"Believe it," Liang Siyu said, looking disappointed, poking at the screen. "Whether you believe it or not isn't determined by others, but by what they say. If he doesn't say so, then you can only wait to go to jail."
Speaking of this, Liang Siyu couldn't help but admire, "Your brother is quite resourceful. He dug up a lot of information in such a short time."
Lin Qianyuan laughed, "God is watching what people do. If he had the ability, he wouldn't have done it. If he did it, how could he not leave a handle?"
Liang Siyu thought she had missed the point and was deliberately trying to lead her on. "Don't you have any other ideas?"
For example, her brother.
Lin Qianyuan raised his eyebrows and nodded to himself, "It seems that I am really a living Lei Feng, almost getting rid of harm for the people."
"..." Liang Siyu sometimes admired her thick skin. She was not understanding, so he tried to speak directly, but Lin Qianyuan kicked him out of the small building on the grounds that it was not a good time to say unlucky words during the New Year.
When Aunt Wu heard a series of ghostly howling sounds, she ran to the entrance in her apron without even putting down the spatula.
Lin Qianyuan closed the door, clapped his hands, and explained calmly, "He said he was anxious to go home for the New Year."
Wu Ma nodded in sudden realization and told Lin Qianyuan to hurry inside. The temperature outside was very low, and according to the weather forecast, there would be snow this afternoon.
Lin Qianyuan followed her into the house.
After lunch, Wu Ma took her sister to buy New Year's goods, and Lin Qianyuan was left at home alone. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a while and received a message from Liang Siyu.
The general meaning was to scold her for being so heartless and ungrateful, and if she continued like this, she would lose him as a friend.
Lin Qianyuan: [Oh.]
Liang Siyu: [Oh! That's it?]
Lin Qianyuan didn't say anything and directly transferred 10,000 yuan. On the other side, Liang Siyu saw the transfer and kept typing, "What do you mean? I need this money?"
"Let me tell you, this involves our long-standing friendship. Do you know how serious this problem is?"
Lin Qianyuan didn’t know and just transferred another ten thousand.
Liang Siyu paused, slumped back on the sofa, and clicked two payment buttons. "It's not that serious, actually," he said, trying hard to suppress the upward curve of his lips, and kindly added, "It's mainly because I'm generous."
Lin Qianyuan turned off his phone, left the floor-to-ceiling window and went to the studio.
When heavy snow began to fall, Wu Ma just walked out of the supermarket. Holding an umbrella and holding her sister, she walked into the snow while talking to her sister, "It's really cold."
My sister was wearing new clothes for the New Year, a ball of red that looked like fire, and it kept rubbing against her palms.
Aunt Wu took good care of it and carried the vegetables back to the small building. She saw a car parked in front of the building from a distance. When she got closer, the people who were originally looking into the building looked at her.
The look in his eyes was unclear, his delicate face was full of seriousness and solemnity, and his aura was intimidating without anger. Aunt Wu was frozen in place by his gaze, her breathing stopped, and she was so scared that she didn't move at all.
The sister in his arms twisted her body restlessly. Lin Jihui's gaze followed the movement downwards, and Wu Ma subconsciously hid her sister in her arms.
Lin Jihui withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and smiled, then drove away.
Mother Wu opened the door nervously, put her sister down, and didn't see Lin Qianyuan in the living room. She went into the attic and still didn't see Lin Qianyuan.
Mother Wu turned the door handle of the studio, and unexpectedly, the door was not locked.
There were a few drops of fresh black ink on the thick plastic film. When Wu Ma walked in, she saw a scroll of ink painting placed by the window. One end of the scroll was on the windowsill, and the other end was dragging on the ground.
There are people and words on the painting, and it is long and looks like a comic book.
Wu Ma started from the beginning and looked through it bit by bit.
The protagonists of the painting are a young mother and son. They have the same fangs and live by sucking blood.
One day, they fell into a trap set by humans. The mother's foot was caught by the trap and she could not climb out. The child was too young and lacked height and strength.
Darkness crept into the trap. The night temperature was low. The mother, ignoring her injured leg, held the child in her arms and whispered soothingly, "We'll be fine once someone finds us, even if they're humans. Mom will definitely hold them back, and you must run away then."
The child opened his eyes wide and asked, "What about you, Mom?"
He knew that there was a survival rule in this world: if half-humans who were born by sucking blood wanted to become higher-level humans, they needed to kill a fellow half-human. They were afraid of humans, and also afraid of half-humans like them.
The mother touched his head and smiled gently, "I will find you again later."
The child was silent. Suddenly, he hid his face in her arms and murmured, "Mom, I'm hungry."
The mother was stunned for a second, then coaxed: "Hold on a little longer, you won't feel hungry when you fall asleep."
The child hummed softly.
Several days passed and still no one noticed their presence.
That night, the mother woke up from the pain and leaned against the wall of the cave waiting for dawn. Looking at her child's increasingly thin face, she turned her head and looked around. Not long after, she saw a relatively sharp stone.
The mother gritted her teeth and used a stone to scratch upwards along the place where she was caught by the trap. For a moment, her leg was covered in blood.
The sleeping child was instinctively attracted by the smell of blood, and lay on her calf, licking it back and forth.
In this way, the mother who fed her child with her own blood grew older day by day. Finally, she was exhausted, handed the stone to her child, then raised her hand and pointed at her heart.
The child cried and shook his head, but his mother smiled, silently comforting him. She held his hand, aimed at his heart, and stabbed it with her last bit of strength.
The man leaning against the cave wall fell down.
At the same time, someone was lying at the entrance of the cave looking in. After seeing the scene clearly, he threw down the rope and the child climbed up relentlessly.
After they escaped the trap, the child held out his hand, and the stone in his palm transformed into a dagger, and he said to him, "She is dead. Can I become a human now?"
The scroll ends here, with the words "outlier" written next to it.
Wu Ma unconsciously turned back to look at her mother who was lying in the cave forever. The ink that had not yet completely dried was faintly falling, just like tears.
The snow outside the window continued to fall until night, and the outside was covered in silver, giving the city a new look.
During dinner, Wu Ma mentioned the car she saw outside the door in the afternoon. Lin Qianyuan just nodded after hearing it, indicating that he understood.
Wu Ma wanted to ask her who that person was, but before she could say anything, she heard Lin Qianyuan say, "If he doesn't introduce himself, just treat him as a stranger."
Wu Ma had no choice but to agree. Suddenly, she remembered something and went to the backyard. Not long after, she returned and said, "Miss, these are the socks I bought for you."
The socks are made of red cashmere and have a circle of white clouds on the edge, which looks warm.
Lin Qianyuan didn't like wearing shoes once she entered the studio. Wu Ma felt the floor was too cold and had been wanting to buy her a pair for a long time. The holiday was a good excuse to give them away, and she was sure Lin Qianyuan wouldn't refuse.
She chose this color on purpose. It was Lin Qianyuan who picked out her sister's clothes. She thought that she also liked red.
Wu Ma smiled and continued, "My younger sister has one too, just like yours."
Lin Qianyuan looked at her. After a few seconds, she put down the pillow, took the socks, and nodded.
Lin Qianyuan didn't stay downstairs for long, sitting alone by the attic window. Fireworks from afar occasionally shone into the unlit attic, and the figure in the middle of the floor seemed to be motionless.
At twelve o'clock midnight, several hosts on TV wished everyone a happy new year. Outside the TV, Pei Lanqing replied to the New Year greetings sent by the list one by one.
Pei Dejun went into the inner room and prepared to go to bed. Before leaving, he reminded him not to stay up too late.
Pei Lanqing agreed with a smile, and accidentally thought of Lin Qianyuan's name. He thought about it and sent her a Happy New Year message.
Lin Qianyuan just asked: [Teacher Pei, when will you come back? ]
Pei Lanqing sent over his school start date.
Lin Qianyuan didn't want to see this. She knew it, and she said it tactfully, "Auntie Wu will be going back to her hometown in a few days, just a few days before you come back."
【No one is cooking.】
【I won’t starve to death, right?】
Lin Qianyuan tapped on his phone screen, his thirst for knowledge overflowing. "What do you think? Teacher Pei."
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The author has something to say: It is not about seeking knowledge
Today's rambling: While going through security on the subway, I suddenly realized that Qianyuan, carrying a knife, wouldn't be able to get through smoothly. The machine would definitely be beep. Qianyuan would probably look at me with a stern face, meaning, "Look at what you wrote!" I actually made myself laugh.
My friend looked surprised and asked, "Are you stupid?"
I cheerfully gave a brief description.
She probably suddenly remembered that I also typed from time to time in the car, and asked seriously: "With your hard work, do you have a lot of readers?"
After listening to this, I replied seriously: "Are you scolding me? It's quite dirty." (He looked like he had a hard life when he laughed.)
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