Chapter 17 Chapter 17 "Teacher Pei, are you still alive? ...
Lin Qianyuan's expression suddenly changed. "No."
"Oh," Pei Lanqing took the eggs, walked around her and went to the sink.
His light response clearly showed that he didn't believe it. Lin Qianyuan kept spinning around in circles, feeling frustrated.
She was the type to avenge a grudge immediately, never letting others suffer injustice. So Lin Qianyuan walked over, picked up the kitchen knife, and brought it down fiercely on the chopping board.
Pei Lanqing, who was stirring eggs with chopsticks, said: "..."
I don't know if he was scared or shocked, but he turned his head away and kept coughing.
Lin Qianyuan snorted coldly, clapped his hands calmly, and walked away leisurely.
Pei Lanqing recovered his composure, looked back at her figure, and smiled unconsciously.
Although he denied it, Lin Qianyuan's body was very honest.
After sitting at the dining table and waiting for more than ten minutes, she restrained herself and swallowed her saliva at the bowl of noodles in front of her, especially the sweet and sour poached egg on the noodles, sprinkled with chopped green onions, which looked so delicious that it looked like a watercolor painting.
Pei Lanqing smiled and handed her a pair of chopsticks. "Try it."
Lin Qianyuan glanced at him, his expression controlled very well, still with a cold face.
The smile in Pei Lanqing's eyes grew even brighter, and a fleeting thought flashed across his face. "Are you really not going to eat?" He looked embarrassed. "I can't finish it all by myself."
Lin Qianyuan lowered his eyes, took the chopsticks with both hands, and replied respectfully, "Okay then."
Worried that she would feel uncomfortable, Pei Lanqing quickly left her seat and went on to make sweet and sour pork ribs.
At this time, Lin Qianyuan was swallowing the first mouthful of noodles. After swallowing, she secretly glanced at the people who were still busy.
After confirming that he hadn't noticed her, Lin Qianyuan couldn't help but curl her eyes, nodding as she thought to herself, "It's delicious." She bit into the poached egg with relish, the sweet and sour broth falling into her mouth, her eyes narrowed in satisfaction. The taste was even more delicious.
Lin Qianyuan sighed as she ate with chopsticks, and only realized what she was doing after finishing the whole bowl.
The clean bottom of the ceramic bowl reflected her extremely surprised face. Those who had been watching from afar for a long time touched their noses and turned away silently. For their own safety, it would be best not to provoke her for the time being.
Long-term forced hunger had left Lin Qianyuan with a very small appetite. She could only feast her eyes on the sweet and sour pork ribs Pei Lanqing had prepared. She tried to move her hands, but her stomach protested, saying she was powerless, so she gave up.
During the tutoring session, Pei Lanqing saw her listlessly slumped over the table, scribbling something in her exercise book with a pencil. The rustling sound continued. Puzzled, he approached and saw a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs lying beneath the math problems.
Pei Lanqing couldn't help laughing, and gently poked the person who was still daydreaming with a pen, reminding her that it was time to study.
Lin Qianyuan received the reminder and turned to the next page with a sigh.
Pei Lanqing accidentally noticed the glass bottle on the corner of the desk and picked up his pen to write, "Why did the bottle break before?"
Lin Qianyuan raised his eyes to look at him, [I don't know.]
She didn't want to answer, so Pei Lanqing didn't press her. "It's broken, so it is. If picking up the candy will hurt you, you can just choose not to."
Lin Qianyuan lowered his eyes and said nothing.
The drizzle outside the window seeped into his words, so much so that she was also wet.
【But this is a gift from you.】
Besides, she had never received a gift before, this was the first one.
Pei Lanqing was slightly stunned, then wrote with a pen: [You can tell me, and I will send it again.]
He just didn't want her to get hurt because of this.
Lin Qianyuan seemed to sense his thoughts and asked uncertainly: [Really?]
Pei Lanqing smiled and nodded. [Really? You can check it again and again.]
【Don’t you feel annoyed? 】
I don’t think so.
Lin Qianyuan immediately opened the desk cabinet, picked out a glass bottle from a pile and handed it to him.
"..." Pei Lanqing had never expected that she also had a hobby of collecting glass bottles.
Lin Qianyuan thanked him politely, "Thank you, Teacher Pei."
It was rare to see her so serious. Pei Lanqing raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly. [You're welcome.]
At night, the rain outside stopped and the moon could be vaguely seen among the clouds.
Wu Ma walked to the front hall, trying to think of a reason to go upstairs to check on the studio. She bumped into Pei Lanqing coming down the stairs and asked in surprise, "Teacher Pei, are you still alive?"
Pei Lanqing froze in place upon hearing this.
Wu Ma realized what she had said and quickly tried to make amends, "No, I meant that you were..." She paused for a moment before awkwardly completing the sentence, "How were you today?"
Pei Lanqing nodded hesitantly, "Very good."
"That's good, that's good," the young lady was glad that she hadn't broken any law. When Aunt Wu saw that he was about to leave, she smiled and asked him to stay for dinner.
Pei Lanqing said she was not hungry, and spoke up for Lin Qianyuan, then explained to her why she had to temporarily use the kitchen in the afternoon.
After hearing this, Wu Ma looked at him in disbelief, "Teacher Pei, you can cook?"
"I remember you were still a college student?"
Pei Lanqing smiled shyly and said honestly, "I know a little."
"Very good indeed," Wu Ma's inner liking for him instantly shot up to full marks. Such a young man was truly rare: polite, a top student, and able to do chores. She suddenly understood why the young lady had been so determined to find a tutor in the first place.
That night, Wu Ma was also standing in the living room and heard Lin Qianyuan and Mr. Lin's assistant mention a name.
The assistant thought this was Lin Qianyuan's friend, and so did Aunt Wu. She was still wondering when the young lady had met other friends, but the next second, Lin Qianyuan denied it, saying, "We don't know each other."
Upon hearing this, the assistant cautiously asked, "Ms. Lin, are you sure you don't need to choose again?"
Lin Qianyuan shook his head, "It's him."
She said it so confidently, but the assistant paused, "What if he doesn't agree?"
Lin Qianyuan seemed to have not considered this question beforehand. She thought about it for a while, then looked at him expressionlessly, "What do you think I need you to do?"
“…” The assistant didn’t have the courage to continue speaking.
Lin Qianyuan stood up and gave an answer that was not really an answer, "Spend some money. He should need it."
The assistant nodded and responded politely: "Okay."
Lin Qianyuan picked up the knife on the attic floor, weighed it in her hand, and instinctively wanted to use her fingertips to check whether the tip of the knife was sharp. Pei Lanqing's words from the daytime suddenly appeared in her mind. She sighed and had to give up.
When Wu Ma came up, Lin Qianyuan was still staring at the painting on the easel in a daze.
Wu Ma followed her gaze. After a long time, she had long been accustomed to Lin Qianyuan cutting up paintings. The reason she went upstairs was because she felt something was strange.
She had been terrified in the backyard all day, fearing that Lin Qianyuan would do something irreversible. She never knew where her bottom line was. Even though it was clear that nothing had happened, she was still worried. After all, no one could predict the future.
Neither of them spoke for a while. After a while, Lin Qianyuan suddenly said, "Auntie, I hate this character in the painting. No, I hate it."
Because she is passionate.
Wu Ma naturally didn't know who was in the painting, and Lin Qianyuan didn't intend to explain too much. She looked up and smiled at her, "Teacher Pei and I are the same."
Lin Qianyuan lowered her head and murmured, "Fortunately, he is the same as me." After that, she took down the painting without wanting to look at it any more, and said, "Throw it away."
Wu Ma nodded in agreement.
"By the way," Lin Qianyuan stopped her, "we also need to clean up the broken glass in front of the door."
Wu Ma still hadn't forgotten the scene of that night. She put down the painting, turned back, and asked, "Miss, do you still want those candies?"
Lin Qianyuan looked puzzled and said, "I have already picked it up."
Wu Ma was stunned for a moment, then smiled and replied, "Okay, okay, that's good."
Before going downstairs, she turned her head to look at her again, and saw that she was busy reviewing her homework. Wu Ma withdrew her gaze and went downstairs holding the painting.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but recently she often felt as if she had never understood this child.
She had always thought that Lin Qianyuan was different from the others. He didn't laugh or cry, and he wouldn't say a word no matter how he was scolded or beaten. He was extremely stubborn, never willing to give in, and he didn't admit defeat at all.
But in the end, she was just a poor child, lonely since childhood, and talking to herself was common. She could see that Miss Song wanted to control the little lady's life, arranging everything, big and small, even life and death.
Once the young lady disobeys, her life will not be easy. Then, the harder the young lady's life becomes, the happier Miss Song will be.
Miss Song said that this was a punishment and she deserved it.
The young lady was lucky this time. Although she could not hear, she was still alive.
Wu Ma sighed. How could a person not have emotions? They just didn't dare to show them.
She threw the painting away, and her sister chased after her, squatting in the painting, as if she was going to settle down here. Wu Ma entered the house muttering, "What a debt collector. Got it, you still haven't been fed."
The next morning, Pei Lanqing arrived at the small building as scheduled to make up for the class he missed yesterday.
Lin Qianyuan sat beside the stone lion waiting for him. As soon as she saw him, she stretched out her hand to him without saying a word.
Pei Lanqing thought for a moment, then smiled and took out yesterday's glass bottle from his schoolbag. The bottle was filled with sparkling candies.
Lin Qianyuan was happy in his heart but didn't show it on his face. He nodded calmly and said, "It's okay."
Pei Lanqing had almost figured out her way of speaking. She would never express satisfaction with anything, preferring instead to use words of degree like "okay," "not bad," or "okay," fearing others would learn her preferences.
Lin Qianyuan replaced the glass bottle on the desk. While writing the test paper, she saw Pei Lanqing reviewing professional courses. She leaned over to watch with curiosity.
Pei Lanqing noticed her movements and wanted to ask her if she had finished her homework. Turning to see how seriously she was reading, he chose to remain silent and let her go.
The text in the book was indeed all in Chinese, but each sentence was so long that it took a long time to separate the subject, predicate, and object. Lin Qianyuan gave up and asked, "Are you going to take your final exam?"
She still likes to communicate with him with a pen.
【Um. 】
Is this difficult?
【No. 】
Lin Qianyuan suddenly had a thought: "Will you work in a legal field in the future?"
From the moment he chose to study French, Pei Lanqing hadn't thought about any other career plans. He nodded, "Yes."
Lin Qianyuan suddenly laughed, "Teacher Pei, we must be destined to be together."
Pei Lanqing looked at her with confusion in his eyes.
Lin Qianyuan shrugged and said frankly: "Even if I don't know you now, I will meet you in the future."
After saying that, she thought about it seriously, and it seemed that she would be embarrassed no matter what the situation was when she met him.
Because he is likely unwilling to pay more attention to her.
Pei Lanqing remained silent. Lin Qianyuan smiled, easing the slightly depressed atmosphere. "Teacher Pei, I'm not referring to anything else. Just... for example, am I your client?"
Lin Qianyuan added sheepishly, "You know, art works are very easy to be copied, right? Does this count as copyright infringement?"
Pei Lanqing finally removed his gaze from her face. "Well," he said, not one to dwell on things, and frankly explained, "Don't make such assumptions. Regardless of when we met, if I can help you with my expertise, that's great, but please don't expect anything in advance."
Pei Lanqing paused while writing. "I don't want you to get into any trouble in the future."
Lin Qianyuan circled the word "trouble", the tip of his pen stopped, but his mouth did not open for a long time.
He always said things that she couldn't respond to.
Unfamiliar feelings quietly accumulated in his heart. Lin Qianyuan didn't know where the threshold was, so he couldn't tell when it would collapse.
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The author has something to say: Wu Ma, you are right, we Qianyuan are attracted to him (〃^〃)
Another line: "The drizzle outside the window seeps into his words, so that she also gets wet." This line is a paraphrase of Zhou Yuning's "Fading Together": "Every time there is rain in your words, I get wet too."
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