Chapter 31
Lin Qingyu didn't react for a moment. Lu Wancheng is eighteen years old today?
According to Lu Wancheng's birth date, he is already over 18 years old and is approaching the age of twenty. This eighteen-year-old, if not Lu Wancheng, then it can only be - him.
It's just a birthday, not his tenth birthday. Even if it was his birthday, Lin Qingyu wouldn't care about it. There's no need to wait until midnight to wake him up. If it were in the past, he would most likely send the person back to the lower bunk and continue sleeping. But Lu Wancheng's eyes were so clear and bright, as if he had been waiting for a long time, just to share a little secret with him that no one else knew at this moment.
Lin Qingyu sat up, put her long hair, which was slightly messy from sleep, behind her shoulders, and walked down the stairs to get out of bed. It is impossible to see in the dark, and when going down the stairs, the hem of your clothes will touch the ground, and you may easily miss a step if you are not careful. Lin Qingyu really couldn't understand why he accepted this bunk bed that was so far from the ordinary.
"careful."
A hand reached out, thin and fragile like a broken cold jade. Lin Qingyu also stretched out his hand, but did not dare to use force. He just placed his hand gently on Lu Wancheng's palm.
Lu Wancheng's cold limbs are an old problem. Lin Qingyu doesn't have a strong yang constitution, but his hands are still much warmer than his. Lu Wancheng felt the warmth and softness on his palm, but before he could react, Lin Qingyu had already landed safely and let go of his hand.
Does this count as holding hands? It was held, but not completely held?
Lu Wancheng coughed twice, feeling exhausted. He had to sit back on the bed and said with a smile, "I don't want to wake you up. But eighteen years old is very important to me. I...I want to share this moment with you."
Lin Qingyu lit the candlestick with a fire stick and asked, "What's so important about being eighteen years old?"
"In my hometown, boys can do a lot of things once they turn 18, and the same goes for girls."
"for example?"
"For example, I can play games until late at night, stay out alone, and also..." Lu Wancheng paused, his eyes lingered on Lin Qingyu's lips for a moment, as if a little shy, "I have been looking forward to this day since I was a child, and I have been counting the days in my heart since I got here."
The two of them always kept Lu Wancheng's true identity a secret. If Lu Wancheng didn't mention it, he would never ask. But he could piece together the image of another person from Lu Wancheng's occasional words.
He didn't know how the boy became Lu Wancheng. He didn't want to believe in ghosts and spirits, but he believed in his own feelings.
He was probably a young man who was in good health, didn't get enough sleep, was smart but lazy. He certainly didn't work hard in school: while the teacher was lecturing on the stage, he was soundly sleeping in the audience, yet he still managed to get first place in every examination. He must be good-looking, as he inadvertently captured the hearts of many of his classmates. He would share any snacks he received from his admirers with his friends. Unfortunately, he was too lazy to respond to other people's affection, so he has never even held a girl's hand until now.
And today is the boy’s eighteenth birthday.
"So, in your hometown, celebrating your eighteenth birthday is more important than our twentieth birthday."
"Yes. I had just turned seventeen when I came here. I thought I wouldn't live to see eighteen, but I didn't expect it to last until now."
Lin Qingyu asked knowingly: "It is not easy for you to live to the age of eighteen. I don't know who deserves the credit for this."
"Of course it's all thanks to our Doctor Lin." Lu Wancheng was too weak to speak loudly, and only a smile was in his breath. "Qingyu, I'm really happy that I can live to be eighteen. So no matter what happened originally, Doctor Lin, who didn't poison me and gave me another half a year, has always been a kind-hearted protagonist in my eyes."
"Protagonist" is another unfamiliar word to Lin Qingyu. Maybe it was because the candlelight tonight was too light and gentle, Lin Qingyu didn't want to guess anymore and asked directly, "What does 'protagonist' mean?"
Lu Wancheng looked at him and said, "The so-called 'protagonist' is the one who will always be the most dazzling one no matter how many swords and swords, blood and rain they have experienced, even when they crawl out of the mud."
Lin Qingyu smiled gently. He sat down next to Lu Wancheng, his posture relaxed, his brows lowered, his eyes closed, the coldness around him dissipated, and his jade-like profile was so beautiful in the flickering candlelight that it made people's hearts flutter. Just one glance and Lu Wancheng quickly looked away, not daring to look again.
The two of them sat side by side on the edge of the lower bunk, shoulder to shoulder. Lu Wancheng wanted to say something else, but he was inexplicably speechless. His Adam's apple rolled again and again, and he couldn't utter a single word. Only the half-dead thing in his chest was beating violently.
Lin Qingyu didn't notice his abnormality and asked, "Are there any customs for celebrating birthdays in your hometown?"
Lu Wancheng thought for a moment and said, "Eat longevity noodles?"
Lin Qingyu said: "I'll ask someone to do it for you."
Taking advantage of his birthday, Lu Wancheng pressed the issue further: "Why don't you do it for me yourself?"
Lin Qingyu paused and said, "I'm not very good at it."
Lu Wancheng smiled, his eyes curved: "Then do what you can do."
Although Lin Qingyu was not born into a wealthy family, he was a proper young master. He had been served by someone since he was a child, so naturally he was not good at cooking. If there's one thing he's good at, it's...
Lin Qingyu stood up: "Undress."
Lu Wancheng was stunned, thinking he had misheard: "What?"
"I'll give you two injections so you can sleep better tonight."
Lu Wancheng's smile froze on his face. He raised his hand and scratched his eyelids with his fingertips: "...Thank you."
On Lu Wancheng's eighteenth birthday, Lin Qingyu gave him a good sleep.
Winter is coming soon. Hualu folds the spring and autumn clothes one by one, puts them in the closet, and changes them into thick winter clothes. Last year's old winter clothes were all placed in a box. Hua Lu spent a lot of effort sorting them out and accidentally found a special set of gorgeous brocade clothes deep in the wooden box - bright red as fire, intricate gold and silk, with the hem dragging on the ground. It was exactly the wedding dress that Lin Qingyu wore when she married into the Marquis' Mansion. Placed together with the wedding dress were the wedding crown and veil he had worn that day.
Unmarried girls always yearn for wedding dresses. Hualu unfolded the wedding dress and hung it up, exclaiming: "Young Master, look what I found."
Lu Wancheng looked over and didn't understand: "What is this?"
"This is the wedding dress that the young master wore at his wedding. Don't you remember it?"
Lu Wancheng sat up straight, looked at it for a long time, and said, "It seems so."
Lin Qingyu said calmly: "Why are you digging this out?"
Hualu smiled and said, "Young Master usually wears plain clothes, and the most common clothes you wear are white. I have never seen you wear bright colors."
Huan Tong interrupted and said, "Didn't you see the wedding of the young master and the young marquis?"
"At that time, the young master was wearing a wedding veil to cover his face, so it doesn't count if you can't see his face." Hua Lu looked at Lu Wancheng who was deep in thought, and teased playfully, "Young Master, when you lifted the wedding veil and saw the young master in wedding clothes, were you shocked by his beauty?"
Lu Wancheng was heartbroken: "...I forgot."
He only remembered that after he woke up, he saw a classical beauty. Then he was too shocked to engrave the beauty of the beauty in his heart. Later, he fell asleep because he was too sleepy. Looking back now, he only remembers that it was good-looking, but he really has no impression of how good it was.
Hualu stared at him, "This is something that only happens once in a lifetime, how could you forget it?"
"Nothing to be surprised about." Lin Qingyu added a few pieces of charcoal to the charcoal basin in front of Lu Wancheng, "I don't remember the young marquis wearing wedding clothes."
On the wedding night, all he was thinking about was how to poison Lu Wancheng and make him die early. He had no time to think about wedding dresses.
Lu Wancheng pushed his wheelchair to the unfolded wedding dress, reached out his hand and touched the gold thread on top, and said, "Tell me, Qingyu, how much silver do you want for you to wear it again for me to see."
Lin Qingyu didn't even raise his head: "If you want to wear it so much, why don't you wear it yourself?"
"I'll wear it. We can wear it together." Seeing that Lin Qingyu was unmoved, Lu Wancheng said shamelessly, "Please, Dr. Lin."
"Bow down your head and beg for help for such a small matter? Can you have some backbone?"
Lu Wancheng whispered, "Because I really want to see it." If he saw it again, he would definitely remember it until he died.
Before Lin Qingyu could respond, a servant came in and said that Aunt Pan asked the young master to go to the front hall to discuss matters.
Early this morning, Lu Niantao took a carriage to the palace. This time, Liang did not accompany her.
The choice of the Crown Prince's concubine has not yet been decided. The Queen invited all the noble ladies into the palace, saying that they were there to enjoy the flowers, but everyone knew that this was to arrange a blind date for the Prince. As soon as the flower-viewing party is over, the position of the Crown Prince's concubine should be decided.
Although Marquis Nan'an deliberately kept his distance from the prince, he was positive about his daughter's selection. The selection of the concubine this time was fair and square, and the emperor also nodded. After all, the prince is the prince, and he will rule the world sooner or later. The Marquis of Nan'an has a daughter by his side, so he will have a backer in the future.
"According to the maid in the Second Young Lady's courtyard, she is wearing very plain clothes today. She used to prefer delicate pink, but when she entered the palace, she wore plain white and didn't wear too many hair accessories on her head." Pan said, "Compared with other noble ladies, she is probably more elegant than wealthy."
Lin Qingyu sneered: "Don't worry, the prince might like this."
Pan tentatively said, "I also heard that the makeup she wore when she entered the palace this time was a little strange. She had a beauty spot under her left eye, just... just like yours, young master."
Lin Qingyu didn't have any special reaction when she heard this. She said indifferently, "This is the path she chose. No one forced her, and no one tempted her. If anything happens in the future, it will be her own fault, and it has nothing to do with others."
Pan lowered her eyes and agreed, "That's natural."
Seeing that Pan had no intention of leaving, Lin Qingyu asked, "Auntie, do you have anything else to do?"
Pan hesitated for a moment and said, "I remember the young master said that the young marquis might not make it to the end of the year."
Lin Qingyu was slightly startled and said, "Indeed."
"It's already October," Pan said, looking reluctant, "Should we start preparing for the young marquis's funeral?"
Lin Qingyu was silent for a while, then said, "I will handle this matter myself."
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