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How good can it be?
Quan Xiu curled his lips, but his facial expression soon drooped again.
"...I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to see you in person again."
Nan Ke looked at him and comforted him.
"There's a chance."
But these words were destined to be just consolation. Judging from the doctor's expression, Quan Xiu might have some problems with his eyes.
If only I knew a competent ophthalmologist.
Nan Ke thought.
That way you won't be of no help at all.
"Can I take you home?"
Quan Xiu's dazed gaze moved towards Nan Ke's position, his eyes were dull and his expression looked a little nervous.
"Can you stay with me for a while? Anywhere is fine, I don't want to go home yet."
Before Nan Ke could speak, Quan Xiu showed absolute understanding again.
"But if you don't have time, that's fine. Just take me home."
Nan Ke thought that Quan Xiu had just confirmed once again the rough fate of his own, and he must be feeling very bad. He said he didn't want to go home, and it was too cruel for her to send him home.
"It's okay, I have time. Where do you want to go?"
Quan Xiu frowned slightly, "I don't know..."
"Do you want to go to Qiao Mai's restaurant?"
"I'm afraid their place is packed today. I heard from him that they signed a promotional contract with some variety show, and several celebrities came to their store to film today."
Nan Ke was stunned for a moment and then laughed.
"Then don't join in the fun. I'm most afraid of crowds."
Quan Xiu nodded: "I hate crowded places too."
They had already walked to where the car was parked. Nan Ke helped Quan Xiu open the door, watched him get in, and then walked around to the other side and sat in the driver's seat.
The seatbelts were fastened, but I still didn't know where to go.
Quan Xiu asked her, "If you hadn't seen me today, where would you be? What would you be doing?"
“Hmm…”
Nan Ke thought for a moment and said, "I'll probably go to the art exhibition and then go to the studio."
"studio?"
Nan Ke nodded, looked at Quan Xiu's handsome face, and said "eh".
"Would you like to come sit in my studio? There's no one else there, so it's very quiet."
"Will it disturb your work?"
"I always slack off when I'm alone."
Quan Xiu readily agreed: "Okay."
There were two half-finished paintings in the studio, but Quan Xiu couldn't see them.
Nan Ke was a little distressed and didn't know what to say to him.
Do you want him to appreciate the painting?
"It smells like gardenias. Do you have gardenias planted here?"
"It's Xing..."
Nan Ke paused and said, "There is a small balcony straight after entering the door. There are some flowers planted there."
"You take care of it yourself?"
"Sometimes..." Nan Ke smiled: "I just water them."
She asked, "What would you like to drink? We have coffee, cola, and lemonade."
"Coffee, please?"
"Okay, wait a moment."
Nan Ke helped Quan Xiu find a place to sit down and went to get two cups of coffee for himself.
"Although I can't see it, this place feels very comfortable. Do you usually stay here?"
Nan Ke looked up and saw the wind blowing the gauze curtain, bringing in bursts of floral fragrance.
"About the same. I come here when I have nothing to do. Sometimes I come to the living room, but most of the time it's just my place to slack off."
Quan Xiu closed his eyes and quietly felt the breeze and savored the fragrance of the flowers.
"If only I could see it."
Nan Ke sat not far from him.
"You can't always think like that."
She said, "There are so many beautiful things in this world. If you keep thinking like this, when will you be able to stop worrying?"
Quan Xiu blinked and remained silent.
Nan Ke reflected on whether he had spoken too harshly.
"What I mean is... sometimes if you're obsessed, God will always be against you. If you let go, maybe everything will get better."
Quan Xiu raised the corner of his lips: "I know what you mean."
He leaned back slightly and whispered, "The last time I played the piano at your exhibition was the first time I performed publicly since the accident. Before that, I was worried about being embarrassed, so I practiced twice at home."
"You play very well."
Nan Ke started to praise him: "I don't know if Yan Xuan told you that someone filmed a video and posted it online. Most people praised your performance."
"Did I help you sell two more paintings?"
"Of course, there's more than that. Of all the people that day, how many came specifically for you? If we do a statistics, there might be many more than the number of people who like to paint."
Quan Xiu smiled and said nothing.
"Speaking of which, have you ever considered continuing to play the piano?"
Quan Xiu looked a little hesitant.
With just one glance, Nan Ke knew that he had considered it.
Quan Xiu's life is now like it has been paused. If this continues and his eyes show no signs of improvement, his condition will only get worse day by day.
He gave a wry smile and said, "I originally wanted to wait until my eyes were healed before seeing it. Now it seems that if I can't see anything for the rest of my life, I really should think about what else I can do."
Nan Ke didn't say anything. She didn't know much about Quan Xiu's original career and couldn't offer any constructive advice.
"If I were to play the piano again, I probably wouldn't be able to work with my previous team. Given my current situation... I'd be way behind them."
“Don’t underestimate yourself. Everything is possible.”
Nan Ke said, "But if fate gives you another path, you can try it. There is more than one path in life."
Quan Xiu nodded slightly, and then naturally asked about Nan Ke's work.
Nan Ke talked to him about his work arrangements, but he was not sure whether Quan Xiu was really interested.
But no matter what, he was very respectful.
"You are completely different from the little boy I remember."
Quan Xiu is much softer now, and his personality has lost its previous sharpness.
Nan Ke really didn't want to use the word "pitiful" to describe him, but she was helpless. If he could see, he could be called gentle. Unfortunately, he couldn't see. Most of the time, when Nan Ke saw him, she always felt that Quan Xiu was pitiful.
"This isn't the first time you've said something like this. It seems my previous image wasn't very good and it left a deep impression on you."
"Isn't it okay now?"
"But maybe it's not the best time..."
Nan Ke didn't understand: "What do you mean?"
Quan Xiu smiled and changed the subject: "Can you help me draw a picture?"
"Sure." Nan Ke replied with a smile: "I won't charge you any money. What do you want me to draw?"
“…Draw me.”
Nan Ke was stunned for a moment, and seeing that Quan Xiu seemed to be hesitant to speak, she finally decided to ask.
"May I?"
Nan Ke was silent for two seconds.
"sure."
She smiled and said, "What's so difficult about this? I can draw it for you right now."
Nan Ke got up to prepare and accidentally touched his sketchbook.
I saw the picture of Xing Chen that I had just drawn not long ago.
Maybe it was an illusion, she seemed to see Xing Chen's beautiful eyes, revealing a sad emotion.
Nan Ke closed the notebook calmly.
Quan Xiu asked her from behind: "Do I need to pose in any way?"
"Need not."
Nan Ke chatted with Quan Xiu while painting.
What made her feel comfortable was that Quan Xiu never mentioned her parents.
Even if he probably didn't know what exactly happened between them, just knowing that she had a conflict with her family, he would naturally avoid the blind spot.
This painting took longer than I expected.
Nan Ke was not satisfied with the painting halfway through and redrawn it.
"I'll give it to you when I finish drawing it another day."
"Do I have to keep pushing you? Otherwise, will I never receive the finished product?"
"Don't worry, even though I'm always slacking off, I can still do what I promised to others. This painting will be finished in a few days."
"Then I'll come get it then."
Nan Ke smiled and said "Okay".
They had dinner together and talked a lot.
Nan Ke finally sent Quan Xiu home.
She still had no intention of going in. Quan Xiu said that Yan Xuan would be waiting far away to take him back.
Nan Ke guessed that Quan Xiu's parents probably hadn't figured out how to face her.
She was neither their friend nor their enemy, and was in an awkward position.
When Nan Ke parked the car, he saw Yan Xuan walking towards them.
She went around to the other side to open the door for Quan Xiu, but unexpectedly, when Quan Xiu got out of the car, he tripped and almost fell.
Nan Ke supported him in time, and Quan Xiu fell into her arms without noticing.
The scent of Quan Xiu's perfume lingered in my nose.
This wonderful smell has been with her all day.
Yan Xuan was already very close to them: "Are you okay?"
The two barely separated.
Nan Ke noticed that Quan Xiu's ears were red, so red that it seemed like blood could drip out.
"...It's okay." The voice was as soft as a mosquito.
"I'm glad you're okay."
Nan Ke spoke, turning to look at Yan Xuan: "Then you can go back, I'm leaving now."
"Okay, thank you, Sister Nan Ke."
Nan Ke shook his head gently, "It's okay."
She went to look at Quan Xiu. Although his expression had calmed down a lot, the conspicuous color of his ears still betrayed him.
Very cute.
"You need to be more open-minded."
Nan Ke patted his shoulder.
“…Okay.” Quan Xiu replied in a low voice.
After a pause, he didn't seem to be planning to leave yet.
“…drive slowly on the way back.”
"Okay." Nan Ke replied with a smile.
"Text me when you get home."
Nan Ke said "OK" again and got back into the car.
She had anticipated that if she kept standing and talking, she might not be able to move.
Nan Ke smiled at Yan Xuan and said, "Alright, you guys can go back."
Yan Xuan nodded slightly and pulled Quan Xiu's sleeve.
"goodbye."
Nan Ke drove for a while and suddenly didn't want to go any further, so he stopped by the roadside and stared blankly for a while.
It wasn't too late yet. There were people walking on the roadside, and there were also young couples who stopped for a drive and were cuddling with each other.
There was also a family with several children playing and laughing.
Nan Ke estimated the time and sent a message to Quan Xiu.
Then he opened the dialog box with Xing Chen, typed a few words, thought about it and deleted it.
Finally she called Su Shuo.
"Susu..."
"What's the matter? Where is it?"
"Can I come to you? I'm a little confused."
Su Shuo was very decisive.
"Come on, Huitingju No. 78."
Nan Ke was stunned.
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