Chapter 049 | 0049 Signed as H, Mr. H's H (800 for purchase)
When Wu Qian returned home and opened the door, she saw Pei Wenbo making a phone call.
It wasn't that she didn't want to stay at the Hobarts' house.
Her master gave her a choice, and she decided to come back because Hobart said "explore," and Wu Xian liked surprises, just as she had enjoyed the study lesson last night.
Wu Qian found a charcoal pencil. She had a flash of inspiration, and even a smile appeared on her lips.
Pei Wenbo frowned, feeling ignored, hung up the phone, and walked over to his sister, "Qianqian."
Wu Xian ignored him, scribbling on the drawing paper as if he were invisible. She wouldn't turn around when her brother approached, nor would she reply to him.
"Where did you go, Qianqian? Your brother is very worried about you."
Wu Xian didn't care much about how worried Pei Wenbo was. She felt that, judging by her clever and crazy brain, Pei Wenbo's concern was definitely greatest when he expressed it verbally.
"I've gone to study."
Wu Qian still chose to reply because Pei Wenbo was too noisy. If this continued, her good mood would be ruined, and she would throw things and make a scene to make him shut up.
She was mentally ill, but this time she was unwilling to do it because it was the pleasure her master was giving her.
Wu Xian wanted to savor the taste, wanting the sweetness in her mouth to linger a little longer.
Wu Qian told Pei Wenbo that she had gone to study, but he didn't believe her at all. From her brother's expression, Wu Qian could tell that no one believed that she would go to study in her mental state.
Wu Xian is stupid.
Wu Xian hates studying.
Wu Xian is not cut out for studying.
This is the definition she was given in normal society, a shape shaped from childhood, and it will not change until the day she tries to kill herself for some inexplicable reason.
She lies in her grave, and the Protestant Ms. Wu has found a pastor for her. He will surely write in her eulogy, "Wu Qian, though she didn't love studying..."
Thinking of this comical scene, she couldn't help but giggle. Pei Wenbo didn't understand and thought it was just a joke by his sister.
Therefore, Wu Xian didn't care about Pei Wenbai's attitude.
Mr. H and Hobart both praised and affirmed her, especially Hobart, who said yesterday that she was doing very well and was great.
"Where did Qianqian go to study?"
Pei Wenbo didn't believe it, but being a good older brother, he kept asking. He didn't care about the rejection in his sister's eyes or whether his words would disturb her painting.
Painting is nothing special.
Regarding painting, Ms. Wu, Wu's mother, believes that Wu should be given a respectable and respectable job. She thinks that being a painter and art can cover up her neuroticism and make Ms. Wu's family less shameful.
Pei Wenbo holds the same opinion.
They hire ghostwriters to process and sell the work to a young artist for a reasonable price, and then run a small business.
Therefore, Wu Qian disregarded Jiang An's psychological analysis of the painting, even though Jiang An was analyzing Wu Qian's original work.
He only said one thing correctly: Wu Xian likes red.
It's a complete waste of time.
Wu Qian stopped writing the last stroke and said, "Go to a happy place to study."
She had to restrain herself; she didn't want to leave her master, so she could only swallow the words she wanted to say.
Pei Wenbo then asked Wu Qian how she had been doing lately.
Wu Xian still said everything was fine.
But this time, Pei Wenbo was naturally very happy to hear from the doctor that his sister's condition had improved. He believed that his sister was indeed getting better, and this understanding came not from Wu Qian's words, but from Jiang An.
There's nothing wrong with trusting your doctor.
"Qianqian, I heard that Dr. Jiang recently got a girlfriend, brother, could you..."
Wu Xian felt like throwing up.
She held the drawing board up to her face and replied sullenly, "I hate him, you don't have to."
"Why haven't you been inviting any models to hang out lately? Can I have someone keep an eye out for you?"
"No need, I have a new model."
With each sentence Wu Qian spoke, she felt like her lungs were getting thinner; she was about to suffocate.
"The painting is beautiful, Qianqian, it's very well done."
"Um."
"Then brother is leaving; he has a meeting today." Pei Wenbo, a frequent contributor to economic newspapers, took time out of his busy schedule to visit his mentally ill sister, and she should be deeply grateful.
She had unknowingly heard many times from others that Wu Xian was ungrateful.
But Wu Qian was overjoyed by Pei Wenbo's departure. She didn't notice the disappointment and sadness on his face, and closed the door as if she were skipping away.
She folded the painting into a crooked paper crane, ran up to the third-floor balcony, and threw it into the air. Wu Xian didn't think that it would become trash hanging on the tree, but that it would fly to its owner.
It's a way of thinking that normal people can't understand. A paper crane is just a paper crane; it can't fly. If you throw it away, it will only rot. But Wu Qian is willing to believe that it is a crane and that it can fly.
She received a reply at her window just as the sun was rising.
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Thank you for sending the portrait. I look forward to coloring it.
The signature is H, Hobart. H stands for Hobart.
H is the owner.
Wu Xian stroked the hook at the end of the letter. She didn't quite understand why her heart was pounding, as if she had peeked into the crack that her master had deliberately left by the magic box.
She stood up, making sure no one else around had seen her secret.
She instinctively tried to escape, erasing the "H" with an eraser, leaving no trace.
Even so, she still felt it wasn't enough, and Wu Xian looked around again.
She figured she hadn't made any agreement with her master, so she boldly opened her mouth, tore off the part of the reply that was originally signed, and stuffed it into her mouth.
This paper... has a slightly sweet taste, like sugar tablets or malt, and is easy to swallow.
Wu Xian had successfully completed her mission, and she flicked the reply letter lightly.
And so this was a pleasant letter from Hobart to her.
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Rainbow Dash: Hehe, thanks to my clever little brain!
Author: How can you be so clever?
Rainbow Dash: Please watch the video!
Hobert: I expected this, so I prepared some delicious paper. It's so cute, I want to kiss it.
Mr. H: Thief!!!
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