Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Holding your hand, growing old with you. ...
She always said things that made people not know how to respond, and Pei Lanqing felt that this was not his problem.
Because he had never seen anyone more righteous than her.
Pei Lanqing on this side was hesitating about what to send, while Lin Qianyuan on the other side already knew that she had been rejected. It didn't matter, because what she said was not true anyway.
If he agreed, she would sign Wu Ma up for a tour group. If he didn't agree, Lin Qianyuan could only feel regretful. [Teacher Pei, Happy New Year.]
Not everyone is like her.
Lin Qianyuan continued to look at the snow outside the window. As she looked, she suddenly changed into the pair of red socks bought by Wu Ma, then went downstairs, sat silently beside the fountain in the yard, and bent over to step on the snow.
Snowflakes began to fall again. Everything was silent, even the wind was silent. Lin Qianyuan stayed here alone for a long time. Her black skirt was dotted with white. The snowflakes turned into water droplets and slowly fell, flowing through the red cashmere, making the snowy scene look particularly gorgeous.
The next morning, Uncle Li visited Pei's house. As soon as he entered the door, he looked for Pei Lanqing with a smile.
Pei Dejun was picking vegetables in the yard. When he heard the noise, he just looked up at him and said, "Upstairs."
Uncle Li heard this and called upstairs, "Lan Qing."
"Lan Qing."
Pei Lanqing closed the book, walked out of the room, and greeted him with a smile.
Uncle Li watched the man go downstairs and nodded in satisfaction. "It's better to be a little fatter. You were so skinny when you first got home."
Pei Lanqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this; his weight had clearly not changed at all. However, he didn't object and just said Happy New Year.
Uncle Li sighed immediately, took out a red envelope from his pocket, and said with a smile: "New Year's money."
Pei Lanqing accepted it while saying thank you.
Pei Dejun glanced over here and muttered, "You are already grown up, and you still give me New Year's money."
Uncle Li glanced back and asked, "You didn't give it to me?"
The person who just gave a huge red envelope this morning: "..."
Uncle Li secretly told Pei Lanqing: "You can use this for yourself. Don't be stingy when spending money outside. We are not short of money at home."
In the past few years, Pei Dejun has rented land to expand his cultivation. He sometimes hires help, as he can't manage it all on his own. He sells most of his vegetables wholesale, which isn't as expensive as retail, but offers the advantage of large volumes.
Uncle Li smiled and said, "Your father is just used to being stingy. I asked him if he was saving money to get you married, but he denied it and said he wanted to renovate the house in the city. Tell me, isn't this just for you to get married?"
Pei Lanqing blushed as he spoke, and Uncle Li laughed heartily upon seeing this. "Lanqing, you're too shameless. How are you going to find a wife in the future?"
"I..." Pei Lanqing touched his nose embarrassedly, not knowing how to respond.
He hasn't considered his own emotional issues.
Pei Lanqing wasn't opposed to dating; he just hadn't met someone he liked. Mutual affection was crucial to him. He also valued fidelity. As long as it didn't involve issues of principle, he was committed to long-term relationships, just like the line he'd read in school: "Holding your hand, I'll grow old with you."
Pei Dejun came over with a bunch of celery and chased them away, "What nonsense are you talking about on New Year's Day." He asked Pei Lanqing to go upstairs and told him to talk to this kind of people as little as possible in the future.
Uncle Li stared at him and asked, "What do you mean by this kind of person?"
Pei Dejun waved his hand, "Just like you."
"What am I like?"
"Don't you know what you are like?"
"What do I know?"
The two stood in the middle of the yard, exchanging words, neither willing to give in. Just like before, Pei Lanqing couldn't help but laugh. They both looked at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Pei Lanqing pursed her lips and shook her head in denial.
When Uncle Li was here, Pei Dejun said he was talking nonsense. After everyone left, Pei Dejun looked at Pei Lanqing who was helping him pick vegetables, thought for a moment, and finally said, "Are you in love?"
Pei Lanqing paused, "No."
He didn't lie, and Pei Dejun believed everything he said. He put the chopped celery in a basket on the side and said, "You're grown up now, and you need to figure out some things on your own. My family isn't rich, but I'll do my best to provide you with material support."
Pei Dejun's voice was deep and rich, and the way he spoke was exactly the same as in his memory. He never interfered with his thoughts, only giving him the general direction, then letting him go, letting him choose. "Renovating the house is indeed for your future, but it's not entirely about marriage. I don't think you belong here anymore. You should stay in the big city."
"I renovated it so it would be easier to rent out. I don't plan to sell this house either. When you come back in the future, there will be a place for you to stay at home."
After saying that, Pei Dejun smiled and said, "Now you are really grown up, you have to say these things."
Maybe it was because my school was close to home before, and I could see him several times a month, so he didn't seem that big yet. Now he only comes back once every six months, and when I see him, I can only wonder how he has grown so big in a short time.
Noticing Pei Lanqing's dazed look, Pei Dejun changed the subject, "How was the dumpling filling this morning?"
"Hmm?" Pei Lanqing lowered his head and smiled, "It's delicious."
Pei Dejun wanted to say something else, but Pei Lanqing suddenly raised his head, looked at him solemnly and said, "Dad, thank you."
Pei Dejun slapped Celery on his head and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't put drugs in the dumplings. You're just talking nonsense."
Pei Lanqing didn't say anything, just smiled.
Pei Dejun concluded, "Do whatever you want to do yourself, don't listen to others."
Pei Lanqing smiled and asked, "Should I still listen to the first half of your sentence?"
"..." Pei Dejun glanced at him, "Who did you learn this from? You're so good at beating around the bush?"
Pei Lanqing replied openly: "You."
Pei Dejun immediately reached out and pushed the man, "Hurry up and leave." He was annoyed just looking at him, and if he didn't leave, he would want to hit him.
Pei Lanqing wisely shut up and continued to sit there without knowing what was good for him.
The temperature rose a few days after the snow, but it was only seen on the mobile phone screen. In fact, the thick snow melted under the sunshine, and the winter wind that blew the fallen leaves became even more biting.
Lin Qianyuan caught a cold. Aunt Wu didn't know that she had been sitting alone in the yard for a long time that night. She thought that the air conditioner in the living room was not set high enough, causing her to catch a cold.
Aunt Wu went upstairs with the medicine. Lin Qianyuan was still sleeping in the room. Aunt Wu gently pushed the door open and noticed the abnormal flush on her face. She walked over, but before she could reach out her hand, the person lying on the bed resting suddenly opened his eyes.
Seeing that it was her, Lin Qianyuan relaxed completely, turned over, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get out."
Aunt Wu put down the medicine, took out a pen and paper, and wrote something. Then she mustered up the courage to pat Lin Qianyuan on the shoulder and said, "Young lady, you seem to have a fever."
Aunt Wu made a gesture to test the temperature of her forehead. Lin Qianyuan did not resist and she stretched out her hand.
Soon, Wu Ma frowned and continued writing: [It's too hot.] She went downstairs to find a thermometer and took the temperature. Wu Ma squinted her eyes to observe the temperature: 39.8℃.
Aunt Wu suggested going to the hospital.
Lin Qianyuan didn't want to move, so she closed her eyes and asked her to find some antipyretic medicine.
Seeing this, Wu Ma didn't want to disturb him any further and thought, let's just try taking the medicine first.
In the evening, Lin Qianyuan's body temperature dropped a little. The phone beside his pillow kept vibrating. Lin Qianyuan unlocked it and read the message from Liang Siyu.
He asked her how she was doing and if she was awake. If she wasn't awake, he couldn't enter her bedroom without permission.
Liang Siyu has been coming to the small building very frequently these past two days. With one more person, Wu Ma was very happy to prepare an extra meal, as the saying goes, there is more fun in numbers.
Lin Qianyuan hated the noise and stayed in the attic, rarely coming down. Liang Siyu knocked on the attic door so loudly that the wind chimes on the door swayed. Then, he spread his hands and looked at Lin Qianyuan, "Can you hear me?"
Liang Siyu was speechless. "Please, if you want to kick me out, can you give me a convincing reason?"
Since she had no good excuse, he could only stay here stubbornly.
Lin Qianyuan replied, [What's up?]
"..." Liang Siyu really felt that he had made the wrong friends. Did this person really have a fever? If she had a fever, how could she still say such cold words?
Liang Siyu: [No! See if you can do it?]
Lin Qianyuan: [Ten minutes, attic.]
Liang Siyu arrived at the attic on time ten minutes later. From a distance, it looked nothing special, but when he got closer, he was speechless.
How long have they known each other? Even in this state, why did they need to change clothes before meeting? She didn't look like someone who was sick, not wearing house clothes, but a little dress instead.
If he hadn't known it in advance, he would have thought that the redness on her face was not caused by fever, but was deliberately applied as blush.
But no matter how she dressed up, she couldn't hide the bad complexion Lin Qianyuan was in. She leaned against the sofa and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't come tomorrow."
Tomorrow is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.
"Why?" Liang Siyu asked subconsciously. It was mainly tomorrow, otherwise what had he been laying the groundwork for these past few days? Noticing Lin Qianyuan's frown as if he didn't understand, he took out his phone and started typing.
After reading these words, Lin Qianyuan suddenly smiled, his pale face tinged with just the right amount of doubt. "Tomorrow is Ms. Song's memorial day. Do you want to go with me?"
Liang Siyu said without hesitation, "Of course."
Lin Qianyuan nodded nonchalantly. "What status?" she began to mutter to herself. "Friend? I guess only boyfriends can meet parents?"
After saying that, Lin Qianyuan looked at him meaningfully, "It's not good for you to be like this, is it?"
Liang Siyu was annoyed after hearing this, "Lin Qianyuan! What nonsense are you talking about!"
This idiot, it would be better to just let him see her in the hospital like on the sixth day of last year.
Lin Qianyuan knew exactly why he had been here these past few days. She closed her eyes and said seriously, "Just let me go alone."
Liang Siyu looked at her, not knowing how to comfort her.
Lin Qianyuan never complained. He had heard from others how Song Wenci usually treated Lin Qianyuan. Liang Siyu did not verify the gossip and therefore remained skeptical until she took her to commit suicide.
Having finished reading, Lin Qianyuan shrugged, stood up, and said as he walked back to his room, "What if you heard me swearing? That would ruin my impression."
"..." Liang Siyu had nothing to say. He just wanted to make it clear that her image in his eyes was not very good.
Lin Qianyuan returned to the bedroom and lay down on the bed without changing clothes. When he woke up, he looked much better.
Wu Ma asked her to take her temperature again, and the result showed it was still a little high. Fearing she would feel sleepy, Lin Qianyuan said she would wait until she finished paying her respects to Song Wenci before returning home to take her medicine.
Before leaving, Lin Qianyuan put on a black coat over her skirt, changed her shoes, and got into the car holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums.
After a while, the car arrived at the cemetery. Uncle Chen got out first, ran to the trunk and took out an umbrella, then opened the back door. He held up the umbrella and asked, "Miss Lin, do you want me to go up with you?"
Lin Qianyuan took the umbrella from him and said, "No need."
The cold winter rain contrasted with the warmth of Lin Qianyuan's body, creating a stark contrast. She slowly walked up the stairs, and upon seeing Song Wenci's tombstone, she put down the flowers, held her umbrella, and stood there in silence.
After a long time, a figure suddenly appeared beside him. He bent down and placed a fresh bouquet of flowers next to the white chrysanthemums, and then did not speak.
Lin Qianyuan turned around and wanted to leave.
Lin Jihui also turned around, [You want to leave me here alone? ]
Lin Qianyuan wanted to go on his own. "Don't you have something to say to her? I won't disturb you."
Lin Jihui couldn't help but want to laugh. He had barely seen Song Wenci, so how could he have anything to say? He just came to visit because the dead were the greatest.
Lin Jihui stopped the person who was about to leave, and Lin Qianyuan stopped and looked up at him. He hadn't seen Song Wenci very often, so how could he have met her?
Lin Jihui also felt that he and this sister had nothing to talk about. The atmosphere was tense for a few seconds, and he took the initiative to communicate, "Do you have a cat?"
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The author has something to say: Liang Siyu: I often want to say, Lin Qianyuan, you have such a sharp tongue, aren’t you afraid of poisoning yourself to death?
Oh, by the way, someone gave me some nutrient solution. Since it wasn't in the comments section, I searched online for instructions. The results told me it could only be done through a PC, but I'm out of town and don't have my computer with me. I'm so sorry I couldn't get to know the specific person in time. I can only say thank you so much! They also said online that the nutrient solution is quite valuable. Just thinking about it makes me laugh. Another day of making myself laugh.
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