Chapter 79 Chapter 79 "I will be by your side."...
"Okay," Qin Yi wrote down the name of the painting, thinking to himself that he must not add to it in the future.
Lin Qianyuan finished browsing the series of images and casually handed the tablet back. "The rest is fine."
"I understand." Qin Yi took the tablet, confirmed it alone, then closed the door and left the studio.
Lin Qianyuan stood in front of the easel and colored the painting with an oil brush.
Perhaps influenced by the botanical greenhouse, she has recently become fond of Impressionist paintings. The painting before her depicts a garden scene. In the vast garden, there is only one flower wall, growing in the shape of a tree and containing white osmanthus flowers.
The spring sunshine in the painting is at its peak, shining through the petals to create a sense of transparency, and the light effect is natural and transparent.
After laying the base color of the leaves, Lin Qianyuan put down her brush and focused on mixing the color suitable for the petals. Not long after, she walked out of the studio and raised her hand to knock on the study door.
The door was not closed, but just slightly ajar. After knocking, she pushed the door open and entered the room.
Today is Saturday. Pei Lanqing is working at home. The printer in the study is running continuously. He has his back to the door and does not turn around to look at her.
Seeing this, Lin Qianyuan lowered his footsteps, walked silently behind him, bent down, and gently rested his face on his shoulder without saying a word.
Pei Lanqing was lost in thought and hadn't noticed her coming in. He was startled, but quickly responded. He raised his hand to touch her head, tilted his head, and asked, "Tired?"
She has little energy, so if she goes to bed late or tosses and turns too much, she will easily feel sleepy the next day.
Lin Qianyuan hadn't felt anything at first, but after he mentioned it, she closed her eyes, feeling drowsy. Her chin trembled as she spoke, "A little."
Pei Lanqing smiled, put the printed materials aside, took her hand and sat her down in front of him, covered her eyes with his palms, and said calmly: "Does this count as turning off the lights?"
"Yeah," Lin Qianyuan replied casually, pulling his hand down, leaning forward and resting her face on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and rested for a few seconds before regaining some energy. "Do you have any shells at home?"
Lin Qianyuan stood up straight. "After grinding it into shell powder, it can be added to the paint to adjust the color."
Shells are primarily composed of calcium carbonate, making them hard. However, after high-temperature calcination, they become brittle and easily ground into powder. Unlike high-coverage white, shell white has a warm and delicate tone, creating a soft, textured effect in paintings.
The imperial capital is an inland city, not directly adjacent to the ocean, so it is impossible to pick up shells directly on the coast like in coastal cities, so she tried her luck with him.
However, Lin Qianyuan knew that there would be no such things at home. She once again rested her chin on his shoulder and thought about how to obtain a small number of shells in a short time.
Pei Lanqing turned to look at her, and gently kissed her cheek, and spoke softly, "No."
"But would you like some oysters?"
"Oysters?" Lin Qianyuan stepped back slightly, her eyes entwined with his, and she stared into his. "What do you mean?"
Pei Lanqing smiled. "The main component of oyster shells is also calcium carbonate. Don't you want to grind it into powder? The principle is the same as that of shells, but there may be a difference in color. You..."
Lin Qianyuan's eyes lit up slightly, and he obviously guessed what he was going to say, and immediately said, "I don't mind."
Pei Lanqing's smile deepened as he added, "This difference mainly depends on the mineral composition and trace elements of the various shells themselves. Even if the color you get isn't exactly what you want, it's probably acceptable."
Lin Qianyuan nodded a few times, "Shall we go out now? I want to eat."
Pei Lanqing glanced at her and couldn't help but tell her the truth, "We just finished breakfast half an hour ago."
"Oh," Lin Qianyuan did not refute and admitted another fact, "but I was talking about lunch."
Pei Lanqing sighed. He couldn't tell whether she was anxious to eat oysters or paint. He gave her the affirmative answer she wanted and went out with her.
When they arrived at the supermarket, Lin Qianyuan raised his hand and pointed in the opposite direction of the fresh produce section, "I'll go over there and take a look."
"Okay," Pei Lanqing finished shopping by himself, and when he found her again, he discovered that she was staring at the tea on the shelf, frowning slightly, as if comparing good and bad.
Noticing his presence, Lin Qianyuan's eyes moved and his mouth opened, "Forget it, I'll go somewhere else this afternoon."
She promised him that she would go to Qin Shouan's house for dinner with him tonight.
Lin Qianyuan walked up to him and took his arm, "Let's go back."
Pei Lanqing pushed the shopping cart slowly, "Are you nervous?"
"I..." Lin Qianyuan wanted to say no, but he kept observing her like this, making her feel at a loss. She tried to avoid his observation, "I'm not nervous."
Pei Lanqing's eyes were always on her face, and he wanted to hear more.
Lin Qianyuan avoided his gaze, lowered his head to look at the floor, and said in a very low voice, "I am very nervous."
She had no experience in interacting with elders, and couldn't think of anything else she could do except sit there and kill time.
Pei Lanqing raised the corner of his lips slightly and took her hand. "So you plan to give him this?"
Lin Qianyuan nodded and answered without hesitation, "That's what everyone says." She was a little embarrassed and quickly explained, "I asked my aunt and the driver."
They were the most appropriate people she could think of to ask.
After that, Lin Qianyuan didn't hear him speak for a long time. She looked up in confusion, but saw him staring at her seriously. Her heart tightened, "Does he not like drinking this?"
Lin Qianyuan was a little annoyed, "I should have asked you in advance, then he..."
Suddenly, warmth covered my lips, and then quickly moved away, but the refreshing and pleasant scent still lingered around me for a long time.
Lin Qianyuan blinked, expressing doubt.
Pei Lanqing restrained himself by pursing his lips. He had just heard what she said, and it was like a ghostly desire to get closer. He turned his head away, unable to completely comfort her, so he said to her, "I'll be by your side."
Lin Qianyuan nodded subconsciously.
Pei Lanqing held her hand tightly, a gentle smile on his face, and said in a clear and melodious voice, "Teacher Qin doesn't like us giving him expensive gifts, and he won't accept them even if we buy them. We can just buy some fruit and send it to him later."
Lin Qianyuan and Qin Shouan were not familiar with each other, so he just listened to him and said, "Okay."
Pei Lanqing pushed the shopping cart to check out. When he got home, he put down his work and went to the kitchen to process the oysters because he urgently needed to clean the shells.
Lin Qianyuan followed him closely, "What kind of dish can this be made into?"
Pei Lanqing raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you really hungry?"
Lin Qianyuan hesitated for a few seconds, then decided there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He slowly nodded and said, "I'm hungry."
Pei Lanqing couldn't help laughing and reopened the refrigerator door. "Steamed oysters."
He rolled up his sleeves, picked out some other vegetables from the refrigerator, took them to the sink, washed them, and placed them on a plate along with the oysters he had bought.
Lin Qianyuan stood beside him and after receiving the clean oyster shells, she placed them on the balcony to dry.
As autumn is approaching and the temperature is getting cooler, the Clivia on the balcony begins to grow rapidly after its summer dormancy. The leaves become shiny and green, and the veins are clearly visible.
After a while, Lin Qianyuan placed the dried oyster shells in a heat-resistant ceramic pot and calcined them. While waiting, she drew a few sketches, "Pei Lanqing."
Lin Qianyuan was lying by the door frame, holding a piece of drawing paper. She had been drawn here by the scent, her eyes full of anticipation. "What are you doing?"
Pei Lanqing looked up at her and said with a smile, "Fish soup." He waved her in, skimmed off some oil with a spoon, scooped some soup into a bowl, brought it close to his mouth, blew on it, and handed it to her, "Try it and see how it tastes."
"Okay," Lin Qianyuan agreed readily, put the thing in his hand in his, took a sip from the bowl, his eyes sparkling, "It tastes good."
Pei Lanqing changed the heat to simmer the soup, "Can I take a look?" He was referring to the drawing papers in his hand.
"Sure," Lin Qianyuan took the fish out of the bowl and said vaguely, "You don't need to ask me, you can look at it at will."
Pei Lanqing smiled, turned a page, the smile on his face paused slightly, then he turned the page again, a little surprised.
He thought she was painting Clivia, but she was actually painting him.
This was also the first time he saw himself appear in her writing. He couldn't help feeling strange and indescribable. But from then on, the person on the paper was still him.
Lin Qianyuan paid attention to his reaction. Seeing that he didn't move, she clenched her chopsticks, lowered her eyes, and said preemptively, "You didn't close the kitchen door."
Pei Lanqing raised his head, stunned for a moment, then smiled and replied, "Yes, you are right."
He put his hands down, "Can you give these to me?"
Lin Qianyuan was surprised. "You want it?"
"want to."
Lin Qianyuan said without hesitation, "Okay."
Pei Lanqing delivered the things to the study. On his way back through the living room, he heard a slight noise coming from the pottery jar on the makeshift workbench. He walked over and turned off the fire. "Lin Qianyuan."
"Hmm?" Lin Qianyuan finished the last mouthful of fish soup and only then remembered the important matter in his mind. He poured out the oyster shell and reached out to touch it.
Pei Lanqing grabbed her wrist and said, "Wait a little longer."
Lin Qianyuan obediently withdrew his hand and waited for it to cool down.
After a while, Pei Lanqing felt the temperature with his hand, then withdrew it and said, "It's fine now."
He watched her wrap the cooled oyster shells with gauze, then gently smash them with a hammer, spread out the gauze, pour the oyster powder into the mortar and grind it coarsely, then finely grind it.
Pei Lanqing stood here and watched for a few minutes, then went to the kitchen to cook.
Lin Qianyuan kept moving the grinding pestle in her hand. She had lunch in the middle and then dripped linseed oil into the mortar. It was not until the afternoon that she got a paste without any graininess.
Before going out in the evening, Lin Qianyuan had finished coloring all the petals in the painting. She put down the palette knife and went back to the bedroom to take a shower.
Pei Lanqing was still working in his study when the door was pushed open from the outside. The air was suddenly filled with the delicate scent of toiletries. He frowned and smiled slightly, then raised his hand to turn off the computer. "Are you done packing?"
"Yeah," Lin Qianyuan was inexplicably a little nervous, but he didn't say anything along the way. He raised his hand from time to time to touch his ear.
This was her habit when she felt uncomfortable.
Pei Lanqing stopped the car and waited for the red light. He tapped the steering wheel with his fingers and turned to look at her.
Lin Qianyuan also turned his head.
He gave her a reassuring smile.
Qin Shouan lives in the old city area. The residential complex was built too early, there is no elevator in the apartment building, and the corridor is extremely narrow, only enough for one person to pass through.
When they reached the third floor where his house was, Lin Qianyuan transferred the bag of mangoes from one hand to the other, turned his face away, took a deep breath, and tried to relax.
Pei Lanqing didn't rush to knock on the door. Instead, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "If you want to leave, just send me a message anytime and I'll find a reason."
Lin Qianyuan looked around secretly, raised his head and leaned over, "I just feel a little uncomfortable."
She had never been to such an occasion.
Pei Lanqing understood what she meant, freed up one hand to hold hers, and shook her gently, "It's okay, I'm here."
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The author has something to say: Teacher Qin: Is there some kind of monster in our family? I don’t understand.
Author: No, no, no, you have to understand. The biggest thing in the world is the person celebrating his birthday! Today is September 9th, and it’s also our Qianyuan’s birthday~ Happy birthday (cake) (cake) (cake)
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The first release of this chapter is September 9th.
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