Chapter 26 Chapter 26 [It will be cold, you should wear more clothes, ...
"inconvenient!"
Lin Qianyuan rejected him decisively. She turned and went upstairs, her steps a little faster. Her back seemed to reveal a sense of panic.
Pei Lanqing was indeed a little tired, so he didn't ask any more questions or follow.
The empty room Lin Qianyuan had reserved for him was across from her own. Wu Ma had already tidied it up, so there was no need to clean it. She walked around twice, looking around, and deliberately took some time before going downstairs.
When she got downstairs, Lin Qianyuan saw the man leaning against the sofa with his eyes slightly closed. She approached, but he was not awakened.
Lin Qianyuan couldn't hear his breathing, so she could only reach out her hand. The breath that fell on her palm was gentle and peaceful. The world was quiet, and the apricot-yellow light was also gentle, shining on his face, centimeter by centimeter.
She was truly a beauty, each frame a picture. Her androgynous features were perfectly proportioned; a little more would have made her look feminine, a little less would have made her look less handsome. Her long eyelashes drooped, gently covering her face, and the sight of them made her feel itchy.
This angle was just like how he looked when she first saw him.
At that time, he was squatting under the paulownia tree, feeding the cat with a smile on his face. The cat was disobedient and scratched his hand, but he didn't get angry. He stroked its head calmly.
She didn't know what she was thinking, her first reaction was to take out her cell phone, capture the scene, and use it as a bookmark in her book.
Later he left.
She walked out from under another sycamore tree and approached the well-fed cat. They stared at each other for a long time, and Lin Qianyuan suddenly said, "Would you like to go back with me?"
The cat said nothing, but just tilted its head.
She accepted it and, with a somewhat unskillful touch, picked it up. It wasn't obedient either, neither tickling her nor thrashing around in her arms. Later, she named it "Sister."
It sounds like she has a family too.
Lin Qianyuan suddenly withdrew her hand, clenched her palm, and held it to her side with restraint. She turned decisively and had already reached the stairs when she suddenly turned back, angrily adjusted the heating, then ran upstairs again and quickly came down.
Lin Qianyuan realized what she was doing, but she didn't move a step, hugging the blanket and staring at the sleeping person. She wasn't taking care of him, she just slept and ate too much, and had nothing to do, so she was standing here.
Lin Qianyuan bent down, covered him with the blanket, walked a few steps, came back, gently picked up the pillow, supported him, let him lie on the sofa with the pillow as his head, and fell asleep.
She must have been really exhausted. When she finished all this, Pei Lanqing showed no signs of waking up.
Lin Qianyuan turned off the lights and walked up to the second floor in the moonlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
There is a study room at the innermost part of the second floor, which was previously used by Song Wenci. She turned on the computer and clicked the mouse twice, and the screen was suddenly covered with densely packed monitoring interfaces.
The not-so-big computer screen was filled with the scene of the small building, from inside to outside, without any blind spots, even in Lin Qianyuan's room.
This is how Song Wenci controls her life.
Lin Qianyuan put down her mouse and pushed open the study window. A cold breeze blew in, and she suddenly became sober. Remembering her purpose for coming here, she suppressed her emotions and sat back down.
Logically speaking, these invisible surveillance systems had long lost their meaning after Song Wenci's death. However, the car accident also caused her to become deaf, and there were many things she was destined to be unable to do personally.
The bedroom door could not be closed tightly, which meant that Wu Ma could come and go as she pleased while she slept.
Lin Qianyuan didn't trust her. To be more precise, she didn't trust anyone in the world. The closer they were to her, the more uneasy she became.
For example, the two people closest to her didn't know she could lip-read. She didn't care about her life, but she didn't want to let others ruin it. No matter how miserable she was, she wanted to see how miserable she was.
Lin Qianyuan clicked on last night's record. When the progress bar reached the point after she fell asleep, she suddenly leaned closer to the screen.
After seeing clearly what she was doing on the screen, Lin Qianyuan instantly turned her head back and hid far away. The hand holding the mouse was shaking with fear. She threw the mouse and wanted to chop off her left hand.
How could she do such a thing!
Lin Qianyuan was really about to collapse, especially when she saw Pei Lanqing stuffing her hands into the quilt, with an indescribable subtle expression on her face.
She couldn't read his expression, but he must have thought she was baffled. Maybe he thought she had some special habit of holding anyone's hand before sleeping. She didn't have that habit. She didn't want to hold anyone's hand.
No, she doesn't want his either!
Lin Qianyuan turned off the video, thinking out of sight, out of mind. Her heart was in turmoil. After thinking about it, she felt that the person downstairs could not be kept tonight.
She accidentally glanced at the scene in the living room, frowned, looked carefully, and found the video of him walking out of the bedroom.
Pei Lanqing has been busy in the restaurant, washing the ingredients for the porridge, soaking them, putting them in the pot, and simmering them over low heat.
He cooked red bean porridge with red dates and longans in it. He didn't pay attention to it when he ate it. Now, watching the cooking process, Lin Qianyuan realized belatedly that he had removed the cores of these ingredients in advance.
He added quite a few, washed his hands, and picked out the cores one by one. It was a mechanical and tedious process, but he performed it with a look of concentration and seriousness, without a trace of impatience.
The porridge can also be cooked faster. The reason why it is cooked on low heat is probably to delay the cooking time as much as possible so that she can have the first bite in time when she wakes up.
Recalling every detail of knowing him, he always did everything thoroughly. She was a detail-obsessed person, always liking to examine every aspect of a matter, and it was as if he was specifically designed to overcome this quirk of hers.
Lin Qianyuan turned off the computer.
She didn't want to watch anymore. Things seemed to be heading in an uncontrollable direction. It all started with the eyes, but there was more to her than that. The more she understood him, the more fatal his attraction became to her.
Lin Qianyuan walked out of the study and sent a message to the "hospital" on his mobile phone, making an appointment for a check-up next week.
Because she did not die in the car accident, Lin Qianyuan thought her life was a gift after she was discharged from the hospital, but now she wants to cherish this life.
Is she qualified too?
He is qualified to compete with Song Wenci for the ownership of this life, not just the right to use it.
It was early morning, and the first rays of sunlight broke through.
It was a sunny day today and the sun was very strong. Pei Lanqing opened his eyes slightly because of the piercing. It took him a few seconds to regain consciousness and then he quickly sat up.
Pei Lanqing looked down at the blanket covering him. It was beige and embroidered with bamboo leaves. It was the one that Lin Qianyuan had placed on the sofa in the attic.
He had seen her sleeping with it on her head more than once.
Thinking of this, Pei Lanqing's ears turned red unconsciously. She folded it and placed it on the armrest of the sofa.
Lin Qianyuan came downstairs at this time. She had not forgotten what she saw on the surveillance camera. She stood far away from him and told him the location of the empty room on the second floor so that he could wash up.
Pei Lanqing's ears were still red, and he didn't dare to look at her directly, so he went upstairs silently.
After a while, the two of them finished their breakfast in this strange atmosphere. Pei Lanqing made breakfast again, toast and some leftover sweet porridge. Knowing she had a sweet tooth, he added honey to the toast before putting it in the oven.
After breakfast, he watched Lin Qianyuan take her temperature. It had dropped, but her cough had not healed yet. He wondered if her fever would return because of her sore throat.
But fortunately there wasn't one, so he stayed here during the day these days and went back to school at night after Lin Qianyuan fell asleep.
They both stayed in the attic during the day. Lin Qianyuan lent him her desk to study while she painted at her easel.
Two people who don't talk much will become even quieter when they stay together for a long time, but it doesn't seem abrupt. They are both busy with their own things and get along very harmoniously.
There were not many ingredients for cooking in the small building, so Pei Lanqing planned to go to the supermarket today. He closed the book and put on his coat.
Lin Qianyuan looked up at the clock. He came downstairs earlier than usual, so she put down her pen and asked naturally, "Where are you going?"
【Buy groceries.】
Lin Qianyuan didn't say anything, just kept looking at him.
Pei Lanqing glanced at the sky outside. It was a beautiful day, clear and cloudless. He thought for a moment and asked her, "Do you want to go with me?"
She is a homebody. Not to mention the yard, she seems unwilling to even step out of the attic. After staying at home for a long time, it is always good to go outside and breathe some fresh air.
Lin Qianyuan lowered her head, still silent. Pei Lanqing didn't rush her, but waited patiently. After a while, she raised her head with an embarrassed look on her face and looked at him, "Are you inviting me?"
Pei Lanqing was stunned for a moment, then quickly pursed his lips to hide his smile. He replied, "Yes."
"Oh, I agree then."
Lin Qianyuan stood up from her easel, saying she was going to change. She was still in her house clothes, unfit for going out. Pei Lanqing waited on the first floor, and soon saw her coming downstairs in a dress. He frowned and showed her the outdoor temperature today, which was only 4°C at its highest.
Lin Qianyuan acted as if she hadn't seen anything and said to him, "I'm not cold."
If it were in the past, Pei Lanqing might have believed it, but today was different. He knew that she was not without perception. She was afraid of pain and cold, and she would get sick, and this cold had not yet fully healed.
Pei Lanqing knew he had no real position, but he had already said what he wanted to say, and it was too late to take it back. [It will get cold.]
【Please put on more clothes.】
【OK? 】
After Lin Qianyuan finished reading these words, the person who spoke looked down at her, his gentle eyes and brows focused on her alone.
The written text had no tone, but she could see it in his eyes. Was he coaxing a child? Lin Qianyuan frowned and hesitated for a long time, "Then you wait here for me."
"Okay," Pei Lanqing smiled.
Lin Qianyuan looked at herself again and again in the full-length mirror in the dressing room. She had specially matched the colors: a retro red sweater and a brown long skirt.
After taking another look at it, Lin Qianyuan turned around and put on a very long black down jacket from head to toe. He zipped it up and wrapped himself up tightly, so that nothing could be seen.
Lin Qianyuan was a little depressed.
When Pei Lanqing saw her dressed like this, he thought it was a good idea.
Lin Qianyuan didn't want to pay attention to him. She walked to the entrance lifelessly and put on a pair of snow boots indifferently. She had originally planned to wear the pair of retro red ballet shoes.
Before leaving, Pei Lanqing asked her to wait again. Lin Qianyuan stood there listlessly waiting for him, and he handed her a mask.
Lin Qianyuan refused to take it. “It doesn’t look good,” she said, with light makeup on her face.
Perhaps she hadn't considered this as a reason for rejection, so Pei Lanqing prescribed the right remedy and couldn't help but emphasize to her, "It looks good."
The lower half of her face is covered, so how can she look good?
Lin Qianyuan put on the mask reluctantly.
Pei Lanqing looked at her seriously, as if he was looking for something missing. His eyes lingered on the top of her head. [Do you want it?]
Lin Qianyuan raised her head, crossed her arms, and glared at him with her beautiful eyes. She was dissatisfied, very dissatisfied, extremely dissatisfied. Through the mask, her voice was muffled, "Pei Lanqing, are you pushing your luck?"
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The author has something to say: I feel like I am writing about the daily life after marriage. In this case, I wish you two a happy marriage, no, happy 520~
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