Chapter 46 Chapter 46 “Why didn’t I participate this year…
"What?" Lin Qianyuan stopped muttering.
Pei Lanqing smiled and continued, "It looks very nice."
"Oh," Lin Qianyuan turned his head away, cleared his throat pretending to be calm, picked up the cutlery and started eating again.
She simply ignored the look he cast upon her face and focused solely on filling her stomach.
Pei Lanqing got up once during the meal. When he came back, there was a bottle of mineral water next to Lin Qianyuan. He had unscrewed the bottle cap and screwed it back on. He sat down and continued to watch her eat.
Lin Qianyuan ate quite a bit, sipping water and feeling shocked that she had actually dipped her chopsticks into his portion. She was startled, choking on the water and coughing non-stop.
Pei Lanqing quickly sat down beside her, put away the water, and patted her back. "Are you okay?"
Lin Qianyuan stood up and glared at him with a look of resentment. "Not good, not good at all."
She had just finished coughing, the blush on her face had not yet faded, and she was covered in sweat. There were countless complaints in her light brown pupils.
Pei Lanqing understood and suppressed a laugh. He didn't think she ate a lot, but he wasn't sure how much she ate, so he avoided the subject. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Do you want to explore the school?"
"Are you coming with me?"
Pei Lanqing nodded slightly. Lin Qianyuan took a sip of water and tightened the bottle cap. "That's fine."
After saying that, she pulled the person who was about to clean the table and moved a few inches closer to him, "Teacher Pei."
"Um?"
Lin Qianyuan blinked and looked at him, her eyes pure and clear, "I'm hot."
It would have been fine if she hadn't said it, but after she did, he also felt the heat, and his face belatedly flushed. Pei Lanqing looked away in embarrassment, his Adam's apple rolling as he explained as usual: "Eating hot food directly adds calories to the body. In addition, the human body needs to digest, absorb, and metabolize the nutrients in the food during the process of eating. Digesting food itself consumes energy, and this metabolic heat production will cause the body temperature to rise, which is also known as the thermal effect of food. In order to maintain a constant body temperature, the body will dissipate heat through sweating."
Pei Lanqing handed her a tissue and smiled, "The cafeteria has air conditioning on. We just finished our meal, so it'll be fine in a while."
Lin Qianyuan frowned slightly. What was wrong with him? She felt that he couldn't understand her at all.
Lin Qianyuan didn't stretch out his hand, but raised his face and asked politely, "Help me wipe it."
Pei Lanqing was stunned for a moment, "Oh, okay."
He clutched a tissue and wiped her sweat with a red face. She stared at him straight, not knowing how to restrain herself. His eyes were wandering and he just didn't look her in the eye.
Lin Qianyuan pursed her lips tightly and waited until he stepped back before she lowered her head and smiled silently.
Pei Lanqing seemed to be very familiar with the situation. He didn't look at her and stood up to clear the table without saying a word.
Lin Qianyuan followed him closely, holding a half-empty bottle of mineral water in his hand, and walked out of the cafeteria in high spirits.
The sycamore trees on campus are extremely green, swaying from time to time, dropping raindrops that have been sleeping all night. The summer heat is wrapped in the greenness, bringing a sense of comfort.
This was not Lin Qianyuan's first time here, but he had never stayed here for such a long time.
This school has been established for a long time and has a strong humanistic atmosphere. Walking around slowly, my heart became calm. After completing a complete circle, Lin Qianyuan said she was tired and moved her face closer. Pei Lanqing lowered her eyebrows and smiled, wiping the sweat off her face without any complaints.
Lin Qianyuan was very satisfied and pulled him to sit on the bench in front of the law school. She took out her cell phone and sent a message to Uncle Chen, asking him to pick her up at the nearest gate.
After sending the message, Lin Qianyuan began to shake the mineral water bottle in her hand out of boredom, and Pei Lanqing looked at her with a smile.
Lin Qianyuan didn't know what was so funny about this. She handed the bottle over and asked, "Do you want to play too?"
Pei Lanqing shook her head and waited quietly with her. Not long after, Uncle Chen arrived at the school gate and walked out with her.
During the distance from the school gate to the car, Lin Qianyuan took one step and looked back three times. Uncle Chen sighed helplessly and silently raised the car window.
Pei Lanqing stood at the school gate, not saying a word, with a faint smile in his eyes, looking at her clearly.
Lin Qianyuan dawdled to the car, then suddenly returned. "Can you come earlier this week?" She tugged at her skirt and said awkwardly, "I want to study."
The smile in Pei Lanqing's eyes grew even brighter. "Okay."
Lin Qianyuan let go of the skirt and smiled, "Then I'll go back." She opened the car door and got in with a happy look on her face.
Uncle Chen started the car, looked at the rearview mirror and asked with a smile: "Ms. Lin, are you reluctant to leave Lan Qing?"
He didn't feel comfortable saying anything too much. To give an apt analogy, Miss Lin's behavior just now was very similar to his daughter's behavior when she was in kindergarten more than ten years ago. She refused to go in, hugged his arm and said she wanted to go home.
Lin Qianyuan turned the bottle of mineral water upside down, half-raised his eyes to look at the rearview mirror, and said indifferently, "I don't have it."
Uncle Chen chuckled, met her gaze, and immediately shut up.
Lin Qianyuan played with the mineral water bottle alone for a while. Thinking of what Xue Yuan said in the morning, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and logged into Song Wenci's email.
Song Wenci has the habit of storing files in her mailbox, which records her paintings over the years. She needs to review where she went wrong, so this sketch took longer than before.
As soon as I logged in, an unread email popped up at the top. The sender was a famous art college in North America.
Lin Qianyuan clicked on it and read the English title carefully. It was an admission notice. She swiped down and found out that without her knowledge, Song Wenci had applied for the preparatory program of this school on her behalf.
This summer art program is designed specifically for high school students, allowing them to experience the university's teaching methods before applying to undergraduate art programs. Participants' completed work can be included in their undergraduate application portfolios, and those who excel can receive letters of recommendation, which can ultimately help them secure admission to the program.
Lin Qianyuan quickly browsed through the content of the email. The deadline for confirming the email had long passed. She paused slightly, clicked exit, and continued to look for the paintings for review.
On the weekend, the weather cleared up and Pei Lanqing arrived at the Lin family early as promised. Lin Qianyuan was still standing in front of the gate waiting for him.
Aunt Wu stood aside, thinking to herself that no wonder the young lady looked so happy today. She smiled slightly and turned back.
I don’t know how they get along recently. When Aunt Wu occasionally goes upstairs to bring porridge to Lin Qianyuan, I can always feel that she is in a very good mood.
After more than half a month, the weather in the imperial capital became increasingly hotter and the temperature gradually rose.
That night, Lin Qianyuan went upstairs after dinner. As soon as she returned to the room, the cell phone on the desk suddenly rang. She answered the call, and a burst of screaming sounds immediately pierced her eardrums.
Lin Qianyuan endured it and heard the person opposite her repeating her name over and over again, "Lin Qianyuan, Lin Qianyuan."
Liang Siyu has been ahh ...
Lin Qianyuan silently lowered the volume and glanced at the date on his phone. Well, it was indeed the day for checking the college entrance examination scores.
She smiled.
Liang Siyu was still in disbelief. He jumped up from his chair and walked around the room without stopping. "Lin Qianyuan, I'm telling you, I seem to have passed the exam. This time it's true."
Lin Qianyuan smiled and said congratulations. After that, she sighed and said, "Can you not say 'as if'?"
Liang Siyu rolled his eyes unceremoniously, "Do you think I'm you? I can take any exam casually." He sat down in front of the computer again, very sober, "With my ranking, I'll probably need to adjust."
Despite saying so, Liang Siyu still stared at the computer screen with shining eyes and said with a smile: "I am already very satisfied with this result. If I want to transfer, then I will transfer. I am not greedy."
Lin Qianyuan did not interfere with his decision to choose a school and listened quietly.
Liang Siyu put down the mouse with a smile on his face and turned his chair around. "What have you been busy with recently? I haven't seen you all day."
Lin Qianyuan said, "Drawing."
Liang Siyu had nothing to say. The only remaining silence might be due to his natural awe of the academic master. "Excuse me."
Lin Qianyuan thought for a moment and hung up the phone.
"..." Liang Siyu listened to the beeping of his phone in silence. He shouldn't have made such a joke. He must have been so overwhelmed by joy that he had forgotten that she was a heartless person and couldn't understand a joke.
Liang Siyu threw down his phone and happily prepared to go downstairs to inform everyone.
Lin Qianyuan flipped through her calendar and suddenly thought of something. She clicked on the chat app and found Pei Lanqing. "Are you going to have summer vacation?"
Pei Lanqing was planning to bring it up with her this weekend, and now that he saw her asking, he quickly replied, "Yes."
Lin Qianyuan's mood instantly plummeted. She turned off her phone, not wanting to look at it anymore. She hated the feeling of separation. She would get anxious in advance, and since she couldn't find an outlet for her feelings, she habitually sought pleasure through physical pleasure.
The next morning, Wu Ma saw Lin Qianyuan looking listless. She barely touched her chopsticks during dinner. She continued to look like this all day. In the evening, Wu Ma cooked a bowl of porridge and brought it upstairs. She knocked on the door and called her softly, "Young Miss."
Lin Qianyuan let her in.
Wu Ma pushed open the door and saw Lin Qianyuan practicing sketching. She walked closer, looked at the familiar face on the sketch paper, smiled, and pretended not to see it. "Miss, I made you a bowl of sweet porridge."
"Well," Lin Qianyuan put down a piece of paper without stopping her hand, and turned to continue drawing. She noticed from the corner of her eye that she was still standing there, so she raised her head and smiled at her, "Just put it on the desk."
"Oh, oh, oh," Wu Ma reacted a little slowly and nodded quickly, "I'll go right away."
When she came back after putting the porridge away, she passed by the sofa that was haphazardly covered with drawing papers and couldn't help but tidy them up.
All of these papers were painted with a person, standing, sitting, with a calm expression, a smile on his face, with eyes open, and eyes closed, as if Pei Lanqing was right in front of her at this moment, lifelike, and she was looking at him from the perspective of a painter, with so many expressions that it could be said that she was peeping into his life.
Thinking of this, Wu Ma was shocked and her hands began to tremble imperceptibly. She subconsciously let go of her hand.
The sketch paper fell back onto the sofa. The person in the painting was looking at her. She couldn't help but hold her breath and dared not make a sound.
A lukewarm voice came from behind him, without any ups and downs, extremely flat, "What do you think?"
"I..." Aunt Wu felt a chill on her back. She turned around tremblingly, lowered her head, and didn't know what to say.
Lin Qianyuan didn't ask again, but just said to her, "Go out."
Wu Ma turned around with a sense of relief and quietly left the room.
Lin Qianyuan was the only one left in the room, and the only sound that accompanied her was the continuous rustling sound, which filled the nights for several days.
Wu Ma also sent sweet porridge for several days in a row. The stomach is an emotional organ. The current situation can only mean that Lin Qianyuan has been in a bad mood recently. If they were still in the small building, Lin Qianyuan would definitely lock himself in the studio.
She sighed and accidentally saw Pei Lanqing coming down from upstairs alone. She looked behind him and didn't see Lin Qianyuan. She walked forward with a smile on her face, "Teacher Pei, I'll see you off."
Seeing that she had something to say, Pei Lanqing pretended not to know and smiled gently, "Thank you for your help."
When she reached the door, Aunt Wu stopped, carefully weighed her words, and asked, "Teacher Pei, did you have a fight?"
After saying this, Wu Ma looked serious as she pondered whether there were any other possible scenarios. Without figuring out anything, she suddenly heard the person in front of her say, "Didn't she get enough rest last night?"
"She? You mean the young lady?" Wu Ma came to her senses, as if she had found someone to talk to, her tone both anxious and caring. "It wasn't last night, it's been several days. I haven't eaten properly or slept well."
"This has happened before, but it was a long time ago. Even though I haven't missed any classes and I'm still out painting, I don't think anyone is permanent. How can I continue like this?"
Wu Ma sighed.
Pei Lanqing felt a sudden surge of sadness when he heard the word "before." Thinking about the present, he frowned, his expression not of blame but of heartache. "We didn't have a fight."
Mother Wu nodded. She actually didn't think it was possible. If the two of them quarreled, how could she continue the tutoring without coaxing them into peace?
Wu Ma couldn't figure out the reason, and couldn't keep him for too long, so she had to send him out with a wry smile.
Pei Lanqing walked a few steps towards the car, stopped, and turned to look at Lin Qianyuan's room.
In the room.
Lin Qianyuan sat at the desk, piecing together the drawing papers in front of him, one by one, as if one frame after another, overlapping with the surveillance playback on his mobile phone.
She let go of her hand and stared at the video cover with her chin propped up. The person in the picture was sleeping on the sofa with his eyes closed, gentle and quiet.
Lin Qianyuan raised her eyelids slightly and glanced at the notebook on the desk. She picked it up and flipped through it casually.
This was the study material he left for her. He was already on summer vacation, so she would have to wait until school started before she could see him again.
The notes were very detailed, and indeed, as he had said that afternoon, "The review schedule here is the same as it was when I came here: twice a week for two months. Reviewing means quickly going over the content in the book again to fill in any gaps."
The contents of this notebook were equivalent to annotations to the knowledge in the book. Apart from herself, he knew her learning situation best.
He annotated the parts that she had a weak grasp of in great detail, while the rest were more cursory. The entire book was well-organized, and it was impossible to calculate how much effort he put into it.
Lin Qianyuan's hand did not stop flipping through the notes. She was looking for something she didn't understand. After all, he said that she could ask questions at any time if she didn't understand something.
She kept thinking about him going home tomorrow. His home was in Jiangnan, which was neither far nor near from here. She would not be able to see him for a long time. The inexplicable anxiety in her heart reached its peak. She stopped and tried her best to suppress the urge to tear up the notebook.
The cell phone rang. Lin Qianyuan closed his notebook, diverted his attention as if in relief, suppressed the bad thoughts in his heart, and clicked on the message.
Pei Lanqing: [Can I come upstairs to see you now?]
[Yes.] Lin Qianyuan thought he had left something here, so he put away his drawing paper and looked around the desk. It was full of her things.
There was a knock on the door and she got up to open it.
Pei Lanqing didn't go in, but stood outside the door. A smile shone across his handsome features, and when he looked deeper, he saw a hint of tentative uneasiness. "Can I call you when I get home?"
He was a little embarrassed, but he looked into her eyes persistently, waiting for her answer.
In fact, this question could be asked through text messages, but he always felt that it would be better to ask her in person.
Pei Lanqing couldn't explain why, perhaps it was due to some sense of ritual.
His eyes were burning. She forced herself to look at him for a few seconds, then lowered her gaze and raised it again. Her tone was blunt and forceful, with her usual forcefulness, "Every day."
Pei Lanqing agreed with a smile, "Okay."
Lin Qianyuan didn't feel like laughing at all. She was extremely upset. She lowered her head gloomily and asked the question she had been thinking about for the past few days, "Why didn't I take the college entrance examination this year?"
Pei Lanqing's eyes moved slightly, and he looked down at her for a long time. He said softly, "Wait until you finish the college entrance examination."
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