Chapter 56 Chapter 56 "Lan Qing, you and that girl...
"What?!" Liang Siyu suspected there was something wrong with his ears. He moved his phone away and scratched his ears. Just as he brought it back, he heard the person on the other end repeat in a familiar, impatient tone, "I said, Pei Lanqing and I are married."
"..." Liang Siyu felt dizzy and blurted out, "Lin Qianyuan, what disease can marriage cure?"
Lin Qianyuan frowned and sat up. Liang Siyu's face was stern and extremely serious. "Are you kidding me?"
"without."
Liang Siyu jumped up and down the next second, "Lin Qianyuan, are you crazy? Do you know what marriage means? Are you getting married after you graduate from college? No matter how much you like Pei Lanqing, you can't marry him now."
Liang Siyu didn't even need to think about it; it must have been her who brought it up. Although he'd known she was a rebellious person since childhood, he'd never imagined she could be so rebellious.
Lin Qianyuan curled his lips and, for the first time, was willing to answer each question one by one. "Yes, I know. I haven't graduated yet."
As for the last sentence, she responded, "The timing is perfect. He can't refuse me."
"You..." Liang Siyu was furious and thought she was beyond saving.
Lin Qianyuan lowered her eyes, then raised them. She turned on the light, but her eyes couldn't adjust to it, so she had to turn it off and hide in the darkness.
Lin Qianyuan stared at something in the dark and smiled, "Liang Siyu, I have nothing."
Her situation can be said to be that she is alone, so just this once, she will fight for it.
Liang Siyu was speechless, unable to find words to refute. For a long time, he hung his head and listlessly fiddled with the hydrangea on the ground, "Is his father okay?"
Lin Qianyuan was silent for a while, "Waiting for a kidney."
Liang Siyu moved his mouth, realizing that any words seemed pale and powerless at this moment. His mind jumped and changed the subject, "Then... Pei Lanqing likes you, right?"
Lin Qianyuan was silent again and told the truth, "I don't know."
The phone was silent for a moment, and Lin Qianyuan lay back down again, smiling with relief, "It doesn't matter. I don't care whether he likes me or not."
Liang Siyu reminded seriously, "Lin Qianyuan, a forced melon is not sweet."
"Oh, but I don't like sweet things."
"..." Liang Siyu was speechless. He asked himself, he couldn't interfere with her decision, and no one could interfere. Fortunately, she had a strong ability to protect herself, and he felt a little relieved.
Plus...
Liang Siyu didn't have the courage to investigate it in detail. He always felt that her feelings for Pei Lanqing were abnormal. It was obvious that she liked him, but he had never seen anyone who liked someone so much. At the same time, her method of maintaining the relationship was also extreme. Tracing back to the source, she had met Pei Lanqing through abnormal means, and walked step by step to today and married him.
Liang Siyu drew circles on the ground with his bare hands, sighing and groaning, unable to tell who he was worried about. Were their lives truly not in dire straits? It felt like there were landmines everywhere.
Lin Qianyuan waited a long time for him to speak, but she just listened to him sigh for a minute. She was not very patient, "Do you have anything to say?"
Liang Siyu was puzzled. What else could he say? He drew a circle with his hand, then another.
Lin Qianyuan covered her head with the quilt and said, "I'm going to sleep," and then she hung up the phone neatly.
Liang Siyu squinted his eyes and looked at the sun. Why was he taking a nap in the middle of the day? He thought again, could this person have already gone back?
Liang Siyu admired her from the bottom of his heart, and it made sense. She didn't like to drag things out, and she always did things properly, which made her entangled with Pei Lanqing. But she was also a decisive person, and she got married without hesitation. She really had never changed. If he had to say it, he still thought she was cool.
Lin Qianyuan threw away her cell phone and covered her head tightly with the quilt, but sleepiness is like this, the more you want to sleep, the more you can't fall asleep. She pulled off the quilt as if to compromise, got up and went to the studio to work on her graduation project for a while.
As the sun is about to rise, the sky takes on a blue hue, which is quite charming.
In the corner of the studio stands a complete painting, which is inconsistent with her usual style. The painting has bright and warm colors and a noticeably soft texture, belonging to the Impressionist style.
The color of the sycamore in the painting is not bright green, but more like gray-green. The small brushstrokes of color are juxtaposed and integrated to form a perfect visual effect. The subtle changes in light are spread on the canvas. The young man squatting under the tree bends down and looks at the cat in his arms with a smile.
Lin Qianyuan did not name the painting, but simply left his mark in the lower right corner of the painting.
She turned her head back, trying to concentrate again, but the dawn was already breaking outside the window. The feeling of physical tiredness suddenly came over her, and her head felt dizzy.
Lin Qianyuan casually pulled off her hairband and rubbed her temples with her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes, the warm yellow sunlight filled the entire studio. She sat alone in the morning light, her long shadow cast on the painting in the corner, inseparable from it.
Lin Qianyuan drank a sip of cold water, his eyebrows half-lowered, and he stared at the glowing screen of his mobile phone unconsciously.
Pei Lanqing was sitting in the hospital corridor when a nurse pushed a medical cart past him. His eyelashes trembled slightly and his attention was drawn back to the squeaking sound of the wheels. As if he was caught in the act, he hurriedly closed the photo album and quickly locked his phone.
This is the first photo of the two of them together.
The expression on Pei Lanqing's face gradually faded, and his heart was filled with overwhelming loss. But then he felt empty inside. It was probably the last one.
He was not greedy, so he was comforting himself at the moment that at least he had one left.
Pei Lanqing looked down at the floor tiles, quietly.
The cell phone beside him buzzed. His eyes moved slightly. After seeing who was calling, his empty heart slowed down for a beat, and his hand slowly pressed the answer button.
Lin Qianyuan regretted it. She couldn't think of what to say. When she was about to hang up, she heard the phone go through.
She froze in place, her mind blank.
Pei Lanqing was waiting for her to speak, his eyes lowered even lower, hiding the unspeakable emotions in his eyes.
For a moment, the only sound on the phone was each other's breathing.
"Lan Qing, you..." Uncle Li walked out of the ward and saw that he was talking to someone, so he immediately stopped talking.
Pei Lanqing raised her head and smiled at him apologetically, "Uncle, I have to listen to her first."
Pei Lanqing picked up his phone and walked away, finally stopping at the end of the corridor. He frowned slightly, smiled helplessly, and spoke first: "Lin Qianyuan."
"what?"
Lin Qianyuan's pencil scribbled across the paper, revealing her current bewilderment. Perhaps realizing she had called first, she quieted down and stared at the marks on the paper. "Pei Lanqing."
"Yeah," Pei Lanqing responded softly.
Lin Qianyuan suddenly curled his lips, not very happy, "I'm hungry."
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt aggrieved. "Besides, I've been hungry for a long time."
Pei Lanqing glanced at the time and asked worriedly, "Is it a stomachache? Is it severe?"
He thought she was awakened by the pain.
The one who actually didn't feel any pain nodded, her eyes twinkling, "Yeah, it hurts," she also added, "especially."
"Lin Qianyuan," Pei Lanqing called her name very softly, with a subtle mixture of resentment and heartache. He quickly thought of a solution in his mind. "You can hold your stomach with both hands first. Once the pain is slightly relieved, drink a glass of warm water. Drink it slowly."
"Is Auntie awake? If it's convenient, ask her to make a bowl of pumpkin porridge or ginger tea. Remember to eat less spicy food. If the pain is really severe, you must take medicine. You can't just bear it and not tell me."
Pei Lanqing knew very well what she looked like. As long as she didn't want to speak, even if she was in so much pain that her face turned pale, she could still talk to others without changing her expression, so she must be feeling uncomfortable at this time.
"Lin Qianyuan."
He had clearly said everything he could say, but he still called her again as if he had no idea what to say.
Pei Lanqing pursed her lips slightly, not daring to be abrupt again, her eyelashes drooping obediently, "I think I said a little too much, I'm sorry."
Lin Qianyuan took a sip of cold water. "Not much." Her voice was a little hoarse after staying up all night, but her mind was still clear. "I just didn't remember it. You have to say it again."
Pei Lanqing had no doubts and repeated the exact words.
After hearing this, Lin Qianyuan hummed coldly and said, "Hang up."
He had other things to do and she had been delayed for a long time.
Pei Lanqing was still a little worried, "Lin..." The person on the other end of the phone just hung up. He was stunned for a second, closed his mouth and said nothing.
In the ward.
Uncle Li closed the door again and turned back thoughtfully. He looked at the ward again, from inside to outside, with the same admiration in his eyes as before.
Pei Dejun frowned, "Didn't you say you wanted to go back?"
Uncle Li sat back down on the bed and angrily retorted, "Why are you going back? This room is so big, I want to live here."
He approached him and asked quietly, "Did Lan Qing really borrow this money?"
He felt something was wrong, but Pei Lanqing would not lie. Uncle Li touched his chin and thought, could it be that the child had grown up and really had something on his mind.
Pei Dejun closed his eyes, obviously not wanting to say more, "Yeah."
Uncle Li, seeing him like this, tutted his tongue and spoke in a rare, sharp tone, "What are you so angry about?"
"The last time I came to the hospital to see you, you were crying and telling me you couldn't bear to leave Lan Qing, but now you're giving me the cold shoulder. How come I have the money to pay for your treatment, but you're not happy? I've known you for so many years, and this is the first time I've heard you're so fickle. You can turn your back on me and not recognize me. You're a chameleon."
Pei Dejun opened his eyes and suddenly felt a discomfort in his chest. "When did I start crying?" "Oh, you still don't admit it." Uncle Li slapped his thigh and pointed his finger under his eyes, describing it vividly. "You were crying so hard at that time, you couldn't stop. I didn't even dare to say it. You cried even uglier than Xiaofu."
"..." Pei Dejun felt chest tightness and depression, so he simply closed his eyes and ignored everyone.
Uncle Li wasn't going to let him go yet, but at least his tone softened a bit, "Don't get angry with the child here."
"You just said you couldn't bear to leave Lan Qing, but what about Lan Qing? Would Lan Qing be willing to let you go?"
The last time he came to see him, he was lying on the hospital bed, in so much pain that he could hardly speak clearly. He held his hand and said that the house in the city was for Pei Lanqing to stay when he came back in the future. He didn't leave him anything, so why did he want to take everything away before leaving?
This disease is very tiring, and he has thought about giving up, but he can't bear to leave his child and can't give up.
Pei Dejun turned to look at the person beside the bed, his expression the same as that day, "I'm not angry with Lan Qing."
It's not that he doesn't understand this principle.
Pei Dejun turned back and stared at the ceiling. After a few minutes, he spoke again, feeling conflicted and awkward: "I'm just afraid that the final result will be bad, and that the child will be left with the debt alone."
He raised his eyes with great effort and looked around the ward. "Who lives here..."
Uncle Li looked around with him, knowing what he was going to say, and said with a smile, "I think it's not a bad idea to live here."
Pei Dejun kept silent.
Uncle Li glanced at him and said, "It's okay if you don't want to stay here." He waved his hand and said sincerely, "Then leave quickly. Lan Qing is my son from now on. If I get sick, I will stay in this ward."
"Oh, no, no," Uncle Li said with a smile that narrowed his eyes, and said his thoughts cheerfully, "I'm going to ask Lan Qing to arrange a better one for me."
Pei Dejun was annoyed when he saw him smile, and even more annoyed when he heard these words. He could not help but look at him coldly, "I'm not dead yet."
"Oh, you're not dead," Uncle Li urged kindly, "Hurry up, you don't want to live anyway."
Pei Dejun was so angry that he was speechless. He stared at him with wide eyes, "Who said I don't want to?"
Uncle Li smiled and agreed obediently, "I'll think about it."
He flattened his pillow and said kindly, "If you want to, don't say such discouraging words. Cooperate with the hospital's treatment and go home quickly. I can't take care of all the vegetables you have. Xiaofu keeps running into the greenhouse, and I have to work hard to hold the dog back."
Pei Dejun lay down, his eyes darkening. "So it ran in?"
"No, no," Uncle Li said with a confident look on his face, then smiled and said, "I'm still waiting for you to come back and play chess with me."
He pulled and stepped on me in an equal manner, "None of them can beat me, only you can tie with me."
Pei Dejun reluctantly agreed, "Yeah."
There was a gentle knock on the ward door at this moment. Uncle Li turned around and took a look. "It's probably Lan Qing."
He didn't disturb him to rest. After opening the door, he took Pei Lanqing outside the ward to chat.
Uncle Li handed over the passbook he had been keeping in the inside pocket of his coat. "No one's buying the house yet, so we all got together and pooled some money. You can use it first. I have the list of names. We'll talk more about it later."
Pei Lanqing clenched the passbook in his hand. It was so heavy that he could hardly speak. "Thank you."
Uncle Li sighed, a little annoyed, "What's wrong with you, kid? Why do you keep talking nonsense?"
Pei Lanqing lowered his head and smiled faintly, allowing himself to be criticized.
Uncle Li held his hand, led him to the window, and whispered, "Don't tell your dad that this was something we put together. Your dad is afraid of owing others. If you tell him, he'll be worried and keep thinking about it."
Pei Lanqing nodded, "Yes, I know."
Uncle Li looked at him, feeling sad. "You've become so skinny," he rubbed his eyes and asked, "Now that the money has come through, are you in a hurry to sell the house?"
"Sell," Pei Lanqing smiled, thinking clearly, "I'll pay them back."
He would not touch other people's money unless he had no other choice.
Uncle Li agreed and said he would help take care of it.
Pei Lanqing sent the man to the hospital entrance, but Uncle Li waved his hand and told him to stop and go back quickly.
Pei Lanqing shook his head and declined, insisting, "I'll wait here with you."
Uncle Li knew what he was thinking and could not persuade him, so he just let him go. Before leaving, he suddenly remembered to ask him, "Lan Qing, you and that girl..."
He didn't know how to communicate, so he changed the subject, "That girl also went to college here?"
"No, she's abroad."
Uncle Li nodded in understanding and then sighed, "She's quite a nice person. She was only a sophomore when you tutored her. After all these years, she still considers you her friend."
Pei Lanqing responded slowly, "Yeah, she's a very nice person."
When the taxi arrived, he opened the door for him. After making sure he had fastened his seat belt, he closed the door and said goodbye to him with a smile.
When Pei Lanqing returned to the ward, Pei Dejun had already fallen asleep. He sat beside the bed, looking at him quietly, just like when Pei Dejun was sleeping in his arms as a child, quiet and peaceful.
In mid-November, Pei Lanqing was busy defending his master's thesis proposal. Just after the defense, he received a call from his attending physician and stopped where he was.
Zhang Shurui, who had finished his defense with him, noticed his abnormality. He glanced at the caller ID and nudged Pei Lanqing's arm, "Don't answer?"
"Hmm?" Pei Lanqing's stiff body slowly warmed up, and she tried to smile at him, "Take it."
He handed the defense materials in his hand to Zhang Shurui and walked alone to the sycamore tree nearby.
Zhang Shurui understood that he was nervous. He had just been calmly answering the questions from the three professors, but now he didn't even dare to answer the phone. He didn't dare to look anymore and stared at the thing in his hand.
Not long after, the stack of materials was taken away.
Pei Lanqing clearly still hadn't recovered from his shock. He spoke cautiously, "How's Uncle?"
"Zhang Shurui," Pei Lanqing responded somewhat slowly, "The doctor told me there's a suitable kidney donor."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Shurui was also stunned. After a few seconds, he shook his body violently and said excitedly, "Pei Lanqing, doesn't this mean that the transplant surgery can be done? Are you stupid?"
Pei Lanqing felt dizzy from his shaking. She put her hand on his shoulder and laughed softly, "Not stupid."
He stuffed the materials back into his hands and said, "Do me a favor and take them back to the dormitory with you."
Zhang Shurui curled his lips, looking reluctant, "Okay then."
Pei Lanqing ran out of the campus with a smile. While waiting for the train at the subway station, he suddenly thought of something and made a call with his mobile phone.
The dark screen door of the subway platform reflected a smiling figure leaning against the wall. His hair was messed up by the wind and lay lazily in front of his eyes, but it could not hide the soft and deep light in his eyes.
In fact, he couldn't explain why he called. He was in an extremely happy mood, with dopamine released explosively, his nervous system disordered, and his will sunk. The only thing he wanted to do was to share it with her.
After the second ring, the phone was answered. She seemed busy. There was a little noise in the background, and she could faintly hear someone talking to her in English.
The voice belonged to a girl. She asked her, "Qianyuan, is the brightness of this color too high? It feels out of place with the surroundings."
"Wait a moment."
After Lin Qianyuan said this, he quickly said another sentence.
That sentence translates to, "I'm talking to my husband."
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The author has something to say: The author has nothing to say (///▽///)
No, there is. Actually, from Qianyuan’s perspective: “I’m hungry.” = “I miss you.”
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