秦然啃了一根肋骨,低着头认真地咀嚼着.她的表情依然冷漠,没有一次抬起眼皮.
宁青正要发脾气,林启就向她射了一眼.
她压下怒火,冷冷地重复了之前的说法.
秦然的姿势远非正统;她坐着,一条腿交叉在另一条腿上,一只手拿着筷子,另一只手放在桌子上.
她的姿态就像一个经验丰富的老板——既骄傲又大胆.
直到现在,秦然似乎才注意到了这段对话.她微微抬起眼睛.
听说秦然学会了小提琴,林锦萱也抬头看向了她.
他听到了秦然的声音."小提琴?"
她用手托着下巴,突然笑了——淡淡的,有些超然的笑容,"哦,我不玩了.
"不玩?你不玩是什么意思?宁清的手指抓着筷子,指关节发白.她咬牙切齿,继续说道:"我每年都付过你的课费,徐老师都说你有天赋..."
"哦,"秦然说着,缓缓转动着手中的肋骨."我掰开徐老师儿子的头骨后,我们就再也没有见过面."
房间里充满了诡异的寂静.
秦然靠在她的手上咧嘴一笑——一个既调皮又冰冷的笑容.
她的眉宇细微拱起,青春的目光中透露出一丝微妙的叛逆,仔细一看,甚至还透露出一丝浅薄的残忍.
用宁青的话说,她就是"一个打手"——既桀骜不驯又狂野,美丽却又难以捉摸.
那是什么天使般的挑衅表情?
那么那个语气呢?她以为自己是谁?
宁青瞪了她一眼,气得满脸通红,"秦然?!
秦然在年轻时曾用小提琴表现出过前途.宁青曾希望将她转向艺术,认为这可能是她突破学业困境的一种方式.
但她万万没想到,秦然会带来如此震撼.
林启在下午早些时候已经查看了秦然的档案.他知道她是个麻烦制造者,但他没想到她会如此尖锐.
张姐给宁青端了一杯茶.叹了口气,宁青喝了一口,等着神经安定下来.过了一会儿,她没有再提起这件事,但僵硬的姿势却暴露了她的恼怒.
林启一心全意地忙于生意,显然没有时间也没有意愿去纵容陈淑兰或秦然.
或者,也许,他只是觉得没有必要.
用餐结束后,大家散去.
秦宇看到林锦萱接了电话就走,她尽职尽责地通知了宁青,然后上楼练琴.
宁青看了一眼小女儿,又看了一眼大女儿,她第一次真正想知道,为什么两人都来自同一个血统,却又如此不同.
"你和奶奶暂时住在三楼.我很快就会让张姐给你准备另一个房间,"宁青说着,捏了捏眉头,试图安抚她的神经."二楼多是卧室和你姐姐的音乐室,你别打扰她."
秦羽一走,宁青脸上的温暖就流淌了出来.
秦然靠在楼梯上,只是点了点头,神色冰冷冷漠.
她的态度虽然有些听话,但并没有缓解宁青的沮丧情绪,但至少紧张的情绪有所缓和.毕竟,秦然还是她的骨肉,尽管如此,那里还是有一些感觉.
宁清和陈淑兰简单聊了聊家务.她把目光转回了拿起手机的秦然身上.她眉头微微皱起,准备开口.
但就在这时,空气中弥漫着小提琴的声音,从二楼的音乐室飘来.
宁青的表情软了下来,带着一丝满足.她转身对张姐说:"看来玉儿很快就能考十年级了.冉冉,你为什么不从你姐姐的书中借鉴一下呢?坚持做事并坚持到底.
她的话又回到了秦然身上.
秦然看了一眼二楼.她抬起眼睛,杏仁形的目光闪烁着恶作剧,既令人惊叹又不羁.
Without a word, she turned and ascended the stairs, her legs long and graceful.
Ignoring Ning Qing completely.
Very rebellious indeed.
Ning Qing's face reddened with suppressed anger, her mind fixated on the image of Qin Ran repeatedly striking someone's head with a brick…
Chen Shulan raised an eyebrow at the sight, but not daring to scold Qin Ran, she busied herself with trying to comfort Ning Qing.
Upstairs, the housekeeper had already moved Chen Shulan's belongings to the adjacent room.
Qin Ran had taken a bath, her hair still damp. As she tied the belt of her bathrobe, she reached into her bag and pulled out a new-looking laptop.
Beside it was a bulky phone, quite different from the one she usually used for games.
She didn't glance at her phone but instead pressed a towel to her head. She placed the laptop on the desk and opened it. The desktop appeared instantly.
The screen was minimalist—just a vast desert background, with a lone white arrow cursor. There were no icons.
The color was a passionate yet oppressive shade of desert beige.
Qin Ran pressed a few keys, then stood and went to get herself a glass of water. As she sat back down, the screen displayed a face.
The person wore a white shirt and stood on a foreign road, one hand holding a phone, the other a medical kit.
He had long lashes, pale skin, and a strikingly handsome face, the kind that would turn heads anywhere, even in foreign lands.
Gu Xichi, a world-traveling doctor, renowned for his exceptional skills and eccentric temperament, traveled the world treating the poor.
This time, there had been a terrorist attack in the Middle East, and he had immediately grabbed his medical kit to go save the world.
Qin Ran only knew that he was a doctor, Gu Xichi.
He only knew her as a hacker, Qin Ran.
They shared a bond of life and death but never pried into each other's personal matters.
"I'm fine," Gu Xichi said, biting a cigarette between his lips as he retrieved another phone to check the email she had sent him. "Little one, don't worry about this, I'll handle it."
After reading the information, he casually put the phone back in his pocket.
"Does the other side have power?" Qin Ran placed her glass down on the table.
Gu Xichi nodded casually.
Qin Ran grabbed the towel she had tossed aside, threw one leg over the table, and slowly, almost lazily, continued drying her hair. Her movements were slow, her wildness undeniable.
"Take your time," she murmured, "Once you grow a little more, you'll be at least as well-known as that hacker, the one everyone's talking about online. Then I'll take you to see the real world."
Gu Xichi asked a foreigner for directions, then offered her a half-hearted comfort.