Chapter 10 Chapter 10 He had begun to understand her.
After saying that, Pei Lanqing picked up the medicine box with stiff movements, his hands were not hands and his feet were not feet, and he put on his schoolbag and prepared to leave.
"I answered the phone."
Lin Qianyuan looked up at him, then down at Macron in the box, her gaze fixed on something else. She noticed he paused out of the corner of her eye, and continued, "That night, they called again, and I answered the phone this time."
"Send a message and arrange for a checkup next week."
She didn't answer before because she thought it was unnecessary. There is no shame in avoiding it. She likes to avoid it.
Lin Qianyuan's brain hematoma is located in a unique position, and the closed external auditory canal makes it difficult for her to wear a hearing aid. She doesn't want to suffer this. Besides, why should she wear a hearing aid? Wearing a hearing aid is like a symbol, a sign of her physical disability. Whether she can hear or not is not important to her.
The mouth and ears are often used in conjunction, and she didn't like to speak. Lin Qianyuan had long thought that if she died, her mouth would probably be the only part of her body that would feel sorry for her.
Will you really go?
Pei Lanqing walked back, put down what he was holding, typed on his mobile phone, and looked at her calmly.
Lin Qianyuan was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes brightened up. She smiled at him, "Of course."
If someone had asked her this question before this afternoon, her answer would have been no. Just because she made an appointment didn't mean she had to fulfill it. But now, Lin Qianyuan thought it was okay for her to check in as scheduled.
The contrasting color of Macron jumped into her pupils, drawing a bright line in the gray area where black and white were indistinguishable.
He was beginning to understand her.
Lin Qianyuan suddenly felt that she had not had enough fun and she wanted to live a little longer.
Pei Lanqing nodded, withdrew his hand, and then looked at her curiously.
Lin Qianyuan let him look at her calmly. After a few minutes, she suddenly smiled at him.
Pei Lanqing immediately turned away, his fingertips pausing for a moment. "I'm going back. See you tomorrow."
The smile on Lin Qianyuan's face disappeared instantly. She quickly walked over to him and said, "No, you have to eat with me."
After Pei Lanqing finished reading, she lowered her head and typed again, "You promised Wu Ma before."
Lin Qianyuan didn't give Pei Lanqing any time to reply. "Are you someone who doesn't value promises?"
After asking, she stared at him, waiting for his answer.
Pei Lanqing looked at this last sentence and smiled helplessly, "I'm not."
"Oh," Lin Qianyuan's expression remained unchanged. "Then you have to eat with me."
"I……"
Lin Qianyuan ignored his hesitation and went downstairs first. Pei Lanqing glanced at the clock in the attic, sighed silently, and followed her.
Pei Lanqing returned to the dormitory around 9:30 in the evening.
He put down his backpack and took a shower as usual. After he finished showering, the cell phone on the table flashed.
He paused in wiping his head with the towel and unlocked the screen. It was a message from Lin Qianyuan, [Who is the friend you were talking about?]
Pei Lanqing draped the towel over the back of the chair, trying to recall when he'd mentioned his friend. Less than a minute later, Lin Qianyuan posted again, "This dessert isn't tasty at all."
Pei Lanqing finally remembered and answered first, "Another roommate, not the one I attended class with that day."
After answering, he asked: [Is it not delicious? ]
Pei Lanqing thought for a moment and said, "If it doesn't taste good, don't eat it. I'll try something else next time."
It turned out to be my roommate, not that girl. Yes, boys can like sweet things too. Lin Qianyuan lowered his lips, trying hard to suppress his smile. "I just tried it again, it's actually not bad."
Pei Lanqing didn't know, and the moon in the sky didn't know either. Only the wind blowing into the attic knew that there was only an empty box left on the desk.
Looking at the information on the screen, Lin Qianyuan asked with a smile: [Even if it's not bad, you will change to something else, right?]
"..." Pei Lanqing reminded himself not to send her a message like the one just now, otherwise the situation would be like it is now.
It was clearly a question, but he didn't see any room for choice, so he could only compromise, [Hmm.]
Lin Qianyuan put down her phone with a smile. How could he be so easy to talk to? She was in a good mood. She clicked into the chat box with Liang Siyu and asked him where he was.
Liang Siyu sent a photo back.
Lin Qianyuan clicked on it and was truly impressed. [You're doing your homework in a bar?]
Liang Siyu: [What else? This is what miserable high school seniors are like, schoolgirl!]
Hinting that she would have to delay her senior year by a year due to her suspension, Lin Qianyuan couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. [Address.]
Are you coming?
Liang Siyu excitedly put down his pen and said, "This is so rare! Everyone wants to meet you."
Lin Qianyuan is picking out clothes. [See how miserable I am?]
Liang Siyu smiled and sent his location. [They don't have the guts to do that. They just... want to see you.]
He stated a fact, "Don't you know how glorious you were before?"
Despite the Lin family's shameful affairs, Lin Qianyuan was truly impeccable. In school, he could crush them with his grades, and even outside of school, he was proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. The wealthy wives openly looked down on him, but behind his back, they all said, "Look at Lin Qianyuan!" in a tone of indignation at his lack of ambition.
Lin Qianyuan chuckled at this fact, [I understand a little.]
How could Liang Siyu not understand what she meant? Who could outsmart her? He couldn't wait any longer. [Come on!]
Lin Qianyuan chose a white dress, left her hair untied and draped over her shoulders, applied some light makeup, and paired it with a pair of flat boots. At 1.69 meters tall, she didn't need to sacrifice comfort for her height.
Just like before, Lin Qianyuan did not contact the driver's number saved in her mobile phone, but Liang Siyu sent someone to pick her up.
Lin Qianyuan opened the back door.
"Ding ding ding, Suprise!"
Liang Siyu's smiling face suddenly appeared in the back seat of the car. Lin Qianyuan looked at him with contempt before getting in.
Liang Siyu told the driver to drive while tapping the screen vigorously. [Tsk, what do you mean by that?]
Lin Qianyuan's face was full of seriousness, [What a surprise.]
Liang Siyu looked unconvinced. "Tell me, what happened today? Why do you suddenly want to go out and play?"
"Nothing," Lin Qianyuan looked at him with a half-smile, "Just a taste of your high school life."
Liang Siyu glanced at her sideways, shaking his legs like a big shot. "Let me tell you, there's a threshold to feelings."
You have to write a paper for me.
Lin Qianyuan: [Get lost.]
Liang Siyu held his belly and laughed. "Before I came, they were all wondering if you'd become a good person because of your illness. I shook my head. They didn't believe it, but were betting that your temper would definitely improve."
Have you placed your bet?
【certainly. 】
Lin Qianyuan stretched out his hand towards him and said, "Remember to split it fifty-fifty."
Liang Siyu: “…”
He lowered his head and tried to slap her hand away, but accidentally saw the band-aid on her hand. "What's wrong with you?"
Lin Qianyuan thought about it, took back his hand, and smiled, "Nothing."
Liang Siyu just thought her smile was strange and rubbed his arms unconsciously. Sure enough, he got goose bumps all over his body.
She said it was nothing, so he didn't ask any more questions. Asking too many questions would be annoying and likely result in a cold stare.
Not long after, the driver stopped the car and said, "We're here."
Lin Qianyuan opened the car door and got out.
This place is actually a high-end club with elegant decoration and ancient paintings on the walls. It is impossible to find where the incense is lit, only the faint scent of agarwood lingers at the tip of your nose.
This is Liang Siyu's own property.
Liang Siyu is the youngest of the private rooms in this club. He just turned 18 last month, and Chairman Liang gave him this club as a birthday gift. He is not responsible for running the club, only collecting the profits.
Lin Qianyuan walked into the private room, and before she could even speak, the people inside greeted her. There weren't many people there, a mix of men and women, so she could easily scan them all at a glance. They were all people who had been close to Liang Siyu in the past, and Lin Qianyuan knew them all.
They greeted her, and she nodded responsibly, "Lin Qianyuan."
"Liang Siyu," one of the men nudged his shoulder and whispered, "What's going on? Didn't you say you can't hear?"
"What can't you hear?" Liang Siyu handed Lin Qianyuan a drink and turned to look at him.
"She, Lin Qianyuan, didn't she say this..." He pulled his ear, "It's useless?"
"Lip-reading."
Lin Qianyuan stirred the liquid in the cup with a straw, lowered her eyelids nonchalantly, then looked up and looked directly into his eyes, "Do you still have questions now?"
"No, no more," the boy felt the familiar, undisguised disdain and quickly fled the sofa area to join the billiard team on the other side.
Liang Siyu, who had witnessed the entire process, tried to hold back his laughter, but couldn't help it and burst into laughter. He approached Lin Qianyuan and asked, "When did you learn this trick?"
Lin Qianyuan picked up the cup and took a sip. The hot fruit tea wasn't sweet enough. She pushed the cup aside and said, "From the moment I realized I was deaf."
In fact, what Lin Qianyuan said was not complete.
She has practiced for a long time, but now she can only understand short sentences in time. She will find it very difficult to understand longer sentences.
Liang Siyu couldn't help but exclaim, "How are you so amazing?"
"It's no exaggeration to say that you are the modern-day Helen Keller."
Lin Qianyuan suppressed the urge to throw tea in his face and quietly sat away from the illiterate man. "Thank you for the compliment, but there is no problem with my eyes and mouth for the time being."
"By the way," she kindly reminded him, "you should talk to me by typing next time."
Liang Siyu was confused, "Why?"
Lin Qianyuan glanced at him, lowered her head to adjust the hem of her skirt, and when she sat up straight again, there was an indescribable dignity in her temperament, "You are not good-looking, I can't bear to look at you."
"Lin Qianyuan!"
Liang Siyu was so pissed off by her. After all, he was a beauty at the Affiliated High School, wasn't he? He was quite famous, really!
Even without seeing his lip movements clearly, Lin Qianyuan could guess what he said based on his exasperated expression. She lazily leaned back on the sofa and made a gesture, "Don't forget the bet."
Liang Siyu's resentment was still there, so he kicked her shoe, not hard, just for the sake of formality. [What's the money you need?]
Lin Qianyuan hissed softly and nodded, "It's a gift that comes to my door, so I won't refuse it."
"..." Liang Siyu rolled his eyes at her, clicked his hands frantically, and immediately transferred half of the red envelopes he received in the group to her.
Lin Qianyuan accepted it immediately.
Liang Siyu: “…”
You just have fast hands.
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Lan Qing, this is what happens when kind people are bullied. (Speaking earnestly, with a long face)
Oh, I'm thinking of changing the title to "Meditative Contemplation." Will that attract more readers? Also, I saw online that people should accumulate favorites and keep the word count down before posting a new post. I'm wondering if I should update every other day, but if I don't, I'll lose my last chance of exposure (sigh, sigh, sigh). Chatting with a friend, I said, "I feel like a cyber beggar now," referring to the daily requests for favorites. Friend: Scrubbing my phone screen, huh? Isn't today Monday? It's not even Thursday yet? (Referring to Crazy Thursday. Me: ...
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