Chapter 5 Chapter 5 [Hello, Mrs. Lin.]
Liang Siyu exclaimed in admiration.
If it were someone else, he might be surprised, but this is Lin Qianyuan, there is nothing she can't do.
Liang Siyu sent another message, but no one responded.
“…” If he pays attention to her again, he will be a dog.
As the night deepened, the bright moon hung high outside the attic, and the bright moonlight poured down, sprinkling all over the ground.
Lin Qianyuan sat before her easel, stabbing the figure in the painting with her knife, one cut after another. As she moved faster, the uncontrollable force in her hand made her unfamiliar. Her eyes shifted slightly, and she slowed down. The cold white light of the knife slowly descended along the texture of the canvas, like a slow slicing of flesh. Listening quietly, one could hear the deafening wailing of the man and the lion, while the murderer looked on indifferently.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qianyuan suddenly loosened his grip, and the utility knife in his palm fell.
She didn't pick it up, but raised her hand to touch the phone beside her, an unread message -
Liang Siyu: [That’s amazing.]
Lin Qianyuan paused for a moment and took a deep breath. [Does Pei Lanqing have a girlfriend?]
【？】Liang Siyu hasn’t slept yet.
He didn't want to be a dog, but Lin Qianyuan was really weird.
This is not like her.
After waiting for several minutes, only his question mark was lying quietly inside, and there was no movement again.
Young Master Liang was speechless. If it weren't for the inconvenient time, he really wanted to rush to her house and shake her head to see how much water had entered it.
It was too late, and Liang Siyu had classes tomorrow. He scratched his head and said, "I checked, but nothing."
As expected, the other party still did not respond.
Really, Liang Siyu swore that if he cared about her again, he would really be a dog.
Lin Qianyuan was completely unaware of Liang Siyu's inner thoughts. She simply put down her phone contentedly, then sat down at her easel once again, happily switching to a fresh canvas and starting painting again.
The painting was still the same "Lion Hunting".
On Monday, the autumn campus was full of vitality again, with the chirping and voices of youth being heard.
Pei Lanqing arrived early, placing a book beside him as usual to reserve a seat. Class was about to begin, and students began to enter the classroom one after another.
Zhang Shurui hurriedly stuffed the bun she was carrying into her mouth. As soon as she stepped into the classroom, she saw someone standing behind Pei Lanqing. Pei Lanqing was reading a book and obviously didn't notice her. The person hesitated whether to interrupt.
There was something exciting to watch early in the morning. Zhang Shurui swallowed his bun and walked over. "Hey," he patted Pei Lanqing's shoulder, indicating that he wanted to go in.
When Pei Lanqing stood up, he glanced back with a wink and a mischievous smile on his face.
There were four people living in their dormitory. Besides him and Pei Lanqing, there were two others from the business school next door who didn't usually live with them.
This is a long table that can seat four people.
"Zhang Shurui," Pei Lanqing said, grabbing the person who was about to go in and then saying, "Do you want to sit inside?"
The latter sentence was obviously not directed at Zhang Shurui.
"Ah?" Song Jue was a little slow to react.
"Yes," she looked at Pei Lanqing, pointed to the seat next to Pei Lanqing, and asked, "Is it convenient for me to sit here?"
Pei Lanqing didn't seem to see the direction she pointed at. He just pulled Zhang Shurui out and said to him with a smile, "Let the girls sit inside."
His eyes were always on Zhang Shurui's face, and he never looked in any other direction.
Song Jue lowered his head and walked to the innermost part of the long table with the book in his arms.
"Oh my god," Zhang Shurui bared his teeth, "How come you're so strong?" He rubbed his arm and complained silently, "Did I want to sit in the back?"
"Do you want to sit next to me?"
He glanced at Pei Lanqing, covered his mouth and gossiped furtively, "You really don't feel what people think of you?"
He'd reported Pei Lanqing as soon as he'd returned to the dorm last night. Song Jue had asked him about his weekend whereabouts, probably hoping to run into him in the library. Zhang Shurui wasn't sure if he could disclose Pei Lanqing's tutoring, so he insisted he didn't know.
Pei Lanqing opened the book, his expression unchanged, "I didn't feel anything."
Zhang Shurui didn't believe it, so he just pretended.
He actually thought Song Jue was quite pretty, tall and slender, with long legs. On her first day running for class committee, she had neatly introduced herself at the podium. From that day on, it was no exaggeration to say that everyone in the college knew this beautiful woman. Not long after, Song Jue shot to overnight fame for performing a popular dance at the welcome party, her image plastered on the campus wall. She was now a school celebrity.
Zhang Shurui sighed frequently, wondering why this beautiful woman was so stubborn. He shook his head regretfully.
"Zhang Shurui."
The teacher at the podium suddenly called his name. She smiled lovingly and said, "Tell me, in this case on the PowerPoint, do A and B constitute a joint crime? Why?"
"I……"
Zhang Shurui stood up and gritted his teeth secretly.
He hated Pei Lanqing.
The brainstorming session ended with difficulty. The teacher waved his hand and told him to sit down. Zhang Shurui picked up his pen and used all his strength to take notes, making the ballpoint pen crackle.
Pei Lanqing looked at him, somewhat puzzled, then turned back and continued listening to the class.
It's no wonder Pei Lanqing stood by and watched. It was just that this guy was always talking nonsense in the dormitory, and reading the file was just a fantasy.
Another roommate gave an accurate comment: There are too many emotions, and they can't be contained, so they just overflow.
They also gave him a piece of advice: "Shu Rui, it seems you can't study law anymore. It's a big taboo to imagine things that are detached from the facts."
Zhang Shurui: "Then what should I read?"
My roommate from the business school raised an eyebrow in a hint.
Zhang Shurui declined with a roll of his eyes. He didn't want to jump from one pit to another.
roommate:"……"
Anyone who understands it will cry.
On Tuesday, Song Jue didn't come over, instead sitting with the girls from her dorm. Zhang Shurui was pleased by this. After all, a beautiful woman should be beautiful alone. Pei Lanqing ignored his antics and continued reading without looking away.
Buzz.
The cell phone in the backpack on the desk made a sound. Pei Lanqing took it out and glanced at it, feeling puzzled. The next second, he put it back.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz buzz buzz.
Pei Lanqing was bombarded with messages, and he could only reply: [In class.]
The other party did not send any more messages.
After class, Pei Lanqing and Zhang Shurui walked towards the stairs. Only then did he see clearly what Lin Qianyuan had said.
She asked where he was?
Pei Lanqing frowned slightly. Why did he always ask him this question?
Pei Lanqing: [School.]
Lin Qianyuan replied immediately: [Oh, is it convenient for me to come to school to find you? I have something to give you.]
The stairwell was crowded with people who had just finished class, and the flow of people was very slow. Pei Lanqing put away his phone and moved along with the crowd.
Lin Qianyuan, who was wrapping the oil painting, stopped.
What does that mean? Why did he suddenly stop replying?
Lin Qianyuan dragged a chair over, sat down, and threw a question mark over.
Why haven’t you replied yet?
She hasn't said what she wants to give you yet, has she?
After waiting for another minute, Lin Qianyuan put down his phone, tore open the newly wrapped brown paper, and threw it on the ground.
If she doesn’t like it, then she won’t give it to her.
The phone screen flickered, and it was Pei Lanqing.
[It’s been a bit inconvenient in the past two days.]
He has a full class schedule these two days and can't spare time to see her during the day. If it's at night, he's not sure if she'll go back alone.
Pei Lanqing was standing downstairs of the teaching building. Perhaps because the sun made him dizzy, he couldn't think of any reason why she would give him something.
Zhang Shurui asked him what was wrong?
He said it was okay and let him go first.
Pies don't fall from the sky for no reason.
Pei Lanqing planned to refuse, but how could he do it in a decent manner?
While he was organizing his words, Lin Qianyuan had already moved on to the next step. She was making arrangements: "So, when is a good day for you?"
Pei Lanqing didn't answer the question. After hesitating for a few seconds, she decided to speak frankly. "Ms. Lin, may I ask why you sent something here?"
After organizing it, Pei Lanqing read it silently several times to himself, and then deleted the first three words.
She is younger than him.
After a few seconds, Lin Qianyuan replied: [No.]
Her words seemed to embody the strength of her cold expression, piercing the screen. Lin Qianyuan explained: "If I wanted to give it, I gave it."
This was the first time Pei Lanqing met such a strange person.
The conversation ended with his compromise. He made an appointment with her for the day after tomorrow, but he had no classes the afternoon after that.
Lin Qianyuan looked at the screen with a smile in his eyes.
He agreed, and she was in a good mood. She hummed the tune of a song she didn't know which song it was, and clicked on the music software to play her favorite song.
Lin Qianyuan nodded with great satisfaction, cleaned the table, and slowly rewrapped it.
The wind chimes in front of the attic door jingled.
Lin Qianyuan had his back to the door and didn't know someone was pushing it open.
"Can she hear it?" Mrs. Lin turned her head and asked Aunt Wu beside her.
Aunt Wu shook her head, her expression unspeakable, "Young Miss is often like this."
She doesn't like to turn on the TV, but she often plays songs.
Although he clearly couldn't hear anything, he acted as if he could, and his face was filled with joy.
Mrs. Lin was not surprised and ordered, "You go down first."
After saying that, she walked into the attic alone.
Lin Qianyuan carefully placed the newly wrapped oil painting on the bookcase. After finishing packing, he raised his hand to turn off the music.
The midday sun shone in through the window, completely encircling the person standing in the room.
The shadow cast by the goddess was lying on the side. She had a slim figure and one could smell the faint scent of sandalwood without getting close to her.
Lin Qianyuan didn't look up, picked up the pencil on the table and wrote something on the white paper.
The rustling sound attracted Mrs. Lin to come closer.
She saw clearly what she had written: [Hello, Mrs. Lin.]
Mrs. Lin smiled gently, picked up another pen on the table, and wrote below this sentence: [How have you been recently?]
She comes from a family of scholars, has an elegant temperament, and is especially good at handwriting.
Lin Qianyuan hid the emotion in his eyes and acted like the obedient child she wanted to see. "I'm doing fine."
So what if it’s not good?
The person asking the question is just asking casually. It would be ridiculous if the person answering the question was sincere.
Mrs. Lin nodded slightly and asked, "Why didn't you go to the hospital to check your ears?"
Lin Qianyuan's hearing loss was caused by compression from a hematoma in her ear, and surgery could only be performed after the hematoma stabilized. However, her condition was a chronic hematoma, with a gradual progression. Initially, she experienced high-frequency hearing loss, but as the hematoma grew, it progressed to full-band hearing loss, effectively deafness.
Lin Qianyuan's heart was full of sarcasm. It seemed that Mr. Lin's new mistress also gave birth to a daughter, otherwise why would the legitimate wife of this family suddenly come to care about her.
Lin Qianyuan has always been clear about her position. She is her daughter, so she naturally hopes that in the future she can compete with her son who was raised in the Lin family and by her side.
If the commotion gets bigger, she'll be satisfied.
The author has something to say:
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Ever since meeting Lin Qianyuan, Pei Lanqing has said "let it go" more and more often (laughs)
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