Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Chapter 397 Lin Qingping, I've thought about it for a long time.

There was still no other movement downstairs.

In the past, Gu Juncheng would have chased after her upstairs if he knew she was coming back, but he didn't today.

Lin Qingping turned on the fan, looked at the green trees outside the window, and listened to the sound of the old-fashioned fan oscillating. Her heart still ached.

People are always like this; reason is one thing, emotion is another.

I know what decision I should make, but emotionally, it still takes time to truly get over it.

She decided to find something to do to stop thinking about all this nonsense, so she simply sat down to write and revise her thesis. However, when she opened her notebook, every page of the research materials inside was filled with his handwriting...

Looking at those words, each stroke and line seemed to be carved with a knife and sculpted with a sword, each stroke etched into her heart.

In the end, I closed the laptop.

At that moment, she had a fleeting impulse. She wanted to rush downstairs and tell Gu Juncheng "no." She admitted that she had made shoes, sewed clothes, and written letters, but she had not done those things in the fields, nor had she pestered Yu Chengzhi to go to the fields. At that time, she felt inferior and sensitive in front of Yu Chengzhi, fearing that he, a city girl, would look down on her. How could she be so shameless as to lower her dignity?

Could it be that she usually acts too unrestrained in front of Gu Juncheng, and he might think she's really like that? Doesn't he often say she's not reserved?

But Gu Juncheng, do you know that I'm only not reserved in front of you?

Her hands were already gripping the doorknob, but she eventually sat back down.

I didn't go downstairs.

If trust needs to be justified, is it still trust?

She finally opened the drawing board and began to draw the design drafts for the clothes.

Unbeknownst to her, several years had passed since her rebirth. If her initial drawings were merely doodles, it was her achievements that made people dare not underestimate her. Over the past few years, she has shouldered the future of two factories, never daring to be careless, and has been constantly learning, transforming herself from an amateur into a professional.

Because of her sense of responsibility, she was able to focus intently on each drawing.

However, this time, he ruined one painting after another.

She was extremely annoyed.

She flopped onto the bed, buried herself under the covers, and covered her head with the pillow, letting the rumbling sound fill her ears and push away the chaotic thoughts that were disturbing her mind.

After a long while, she realized she couldn't continue like this and had to get up and continue drawing!

She threw off the pillow, sat up abruptly, returned to the table, crumpled the messy drawings into a ball, and tossed it aside.

Just then, the door opened, and by sheer coincidence, her crumpled paper hit the person who entered right in the face...

Gu Juncheng came in carrying a bowl.

As luck would have it, the wad of scrap paper hit his face and then fell into the bowl.

He stood there holding the bowl, clearly stunned.

"I... drew a bad picture, I didn't know you would come in..." She looked at the wad of paper floating in the bowl, a little embarrassed.

He stared at the wad of paper for a moment, then said, "It's alright, I'll go down and bring up another bowl."

He turned around and went downstairs.

The door was not closed, and after a short while, there was another knock on the stairs, but Lin Qingping could tell that this time it was not him, but rather Zhiyuan.

Her guess was correct.

The person who appeared at the door was indeed Zhiyuan.

Zhiyuan brought in a small bowl and carefully placed it on the table. "Mom, drink up, it's a cooling soup that Dad Gu made."

Lin Qingping glanced at it, thinking to herself: He can even make this?

"Did he ask you to bring this?"

Zhiyuan nodded. "Yes, my father said to bring it to you."

Lin Qingping did not ask "why he couldn't bring it himself," and at this time, their meeting was not a pleasant one.

She looked at the dark, so-called cooling soup and muttered, "Is this stuff really drinkable? Will I see little people if I drink it?"

"What's a little person?" Zhiyuan scratched his head, quite confused. "Mom, do you have a little baby?"

"Go away! You're just a primary school student, why are you meddling in so many other people's business?" Lin Qingping shooed Zhiyuan away.

"I'm going down now! You drink this first, the chicken soup is still simmering in the pot!" Zhiyuan instructed her. "Gu's father said it will be a while before you can drink it. I'll come and call you when it's ready."

Lin Qingping wasn't interested in either the cooling soup or the chicken soup, and after chasing Zhiyuan away, she didn't touch the soup either.

She didn't have heatstroke; she knew it herself.

Force yourself to sit at the table and draw stroke by stroke, no matter what it looks like, keep drawing stroke by stroke, so that you won't feel uncomfortable.

Before we knew it, two hours had passed.

Lin Qingping heard a door open downstairs, the sound of someone leaving.

That sound, though not loud, struck her heart with a heavy weight.

Immediately afterwards, Zhiyuan came up and knocked on the door, "Mom, the chicken soup is ready, come down and drink it quickly."

Lin Qingping opened the door.

Since everyone's already gone, why is she still closing the door?

"Mom, let's go. It's been sitting out for a while, it's not hot anymore." Zhiyuan led the way downstairs.

Gu Juncheng was no longer in the room, and there were several crumpled pieces of paper on the table, which were obviously not crumpled by her.

"My dad has been sitting here for two hours today, writing and tearing up whatever he wants. There's still a lot of scrap paper in the trash can!" Zhiyuan was worried. "Mom, is Dad writing a self-criticism? What did he do wrong?"

Lin Qingping said leisurely, "Won't you know when you see?"

As he spoke, he picked up a crumpled piece of paper from the table and unfolded it.

Zhiyuan was surprised to see her doing this. "Mom, didn't you say that we shouldn't pry into people's privacy?"

"Hmm." She wasn't just looking casually; she was looking at it seriously! However, she was still setting a bad example for her child. "Of course not, but your father-in-law told me that I can look at it and he asked me to help me with my reference."

"Oh..." Zhiyuan pulled his outstretched neck back. "Then I won't watch it."

Lin Qingping had already unfolded the paper, on which were written a few words: Comrade Lin Qingping, hello.

That's all.

She picked up another crumpled piece of paper, which read: Comrade Lin Qingping, I have thought about this for a long time.

There was no follow-up.

One more: Comrade Lin Qingping, about today's matter...

This is a comma, and that's the end.

As for the shredded pieces in the trash can, she had no interest in piecing them back together. They were torn up like they came from a paper shredder, and she didn't have the skill to put them back together.

He said he needed to think it over carefully, and it seems he did, but he still hasn't made up his mind.

"Where did he go?" Lin Qingping asked Zhiyuan, who had served her a bowl of chicken.

"I don't know! Uncle Wu came to call him and took him away, saying that some old leader had come." Zhiyuan put down the chicken soup. "Mom, drink up."

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