The daily life of encountering ghosts after pseudo-blindness + side story

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"That's because you sincerely don't want to change."

"Hey, kicking the quilt is a completely uncontrollable behavior after I fall asleep, okay? Do you think I want to catch myself cold?"

"Sleep in the same room with me tonight. The weather has really cooled down recently. If you keep kicking the quilt, you probably really need to see a doctor."

"Don't underestimate me, I'm in great shape."

Qian You made a grimace, Qian Zuo shook his head, threw vegetables into the pot, and started to stir fry.

"By the way... I've started dreaming again recently."

Qian Zuo stir-fried the vegetables with a spatula, as if he said this sentence casually.

"Dream again? Is it still the same dream? Haven't you not had it for a long time?"

"Um……"

Qian Zuo didn't speak any more, but started to concentrate on cooking.

"Otherwise, let the master take a look, but don't let that dream make you sleepless a few days later. I caught a cold because of kicking the quilt. Isn't there no one to take care of the master?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. If I'm still dreaming tonight, I'll bother the master."

Qian Zuo didn't want to trouble Lin Pei, but the dream last night was really uncomfortable.

"alright."

The windows of the study were wide open to let in sunlight and fresh air.

Lin Pei was practicing calligraphy in the room, while Qiao Yin was watching.

Practicing calligraphy is Lin Pei's habit, and he has started since he was a child.

In the beginning, this habit was cultivated by Father Lin.

Almost every descendant of the Lin family can write good calligraphy. Everyone in the Lin family believes that practicing calligraphy is like being a human being, one must be careful and concentrate on every stroke.

Later, Lin Pei didn't need Lin Xiwen's urging, and he could practice calligraphy spontaneously.

If there is something unpleasant, sad, or something that makes her irritable, just spread out a blank piece of paper, pick up a pen and ink, think carefully in your heart, think about what to write, and then write like a dragon, just like this With one click, the heart becomes very quiet.

After being invisible, she prefers to practice calligraphy.

"I know that word. It's my last name, Joe!"

Qiao Yin clapped her hands and pointed to herself.

The neat strokes are the word "Joe".

"Are you going to write my name?"

"Ah."

Lin Pei wrote it more than once, but every time he wrote it, he felt different.

Qiao Yin, Qiao Yin, Qiao Yin.

Lin Pei wrote this three times on the paper and said it silently three times in his heart.

Qiao Yin looked at it and felt like writing.

"Want to write?"

"But I can't touch it again, don't... hey!"

Before Qiao Yin could stop it, the drop of blood adhered to the brush, dripped down, and was absorbed by the tip of the brush.

"It's just a drop of blood, it's okay."

"Hey……"

Qiao Yin didn't say no, and if she didn't say it, it didn't seem like a serious problem, but Lin Pei's behavior made her feel embarrassed. After all, Lin Pei did it for her.

"I have my own distinction in my heart. It's just a drop of blood for you, it's not a big deal."

"Okay, then I'll study hard! I don't even know if I can write, maybe I can't, I don't even have a memory, Teacher Peipei, teach me."

"Ah."

Qiao Yin stood in front of Lin Pei, learning from writing.

Because it was too close, Qiao Yin could smell the pleasant fragrance coming from Lin Pei.

The scent made her a little absent-minded and in a trance for a while.

"have you understood?"

"Ahhh? Just now I was distracted and didn't listen, Peipei, can you say it again?"

Qiao Yin stuck out her tongue and blinked her eyes cutely.

"what happened?"

"Just now, I suddenly thought, what kind of fragrance do you have on your body? It smells so good."

"Huh? Probably the smell of clothes."

"It's not like it's not like, I can't tell."

Qiao Yin shook her head to sniff Lin Pei's neck, and took several deep breaths.

"That's right, it's coming from your body, not from your clothes. You have this smell on your neck."

"Is it?"

Lin Pei was a little unsteady by the cool breath on his neck, and with a flick of his hand, an ink dot fell on the blank paper.

"Yes."

Qiao Yin, who didn't realize what she was doing, turned her head to look at the blank paper, still talking.

"Oh, Peipei, there's an ink dot here."

"No problem."

Lin Pei regained his composure, repeated what he had just said, and began to teach Qiao Yin how to practice calligraphy.

The two of them practiced all afternoon, and Qiao Yin was obviously a good student, and she had already written decently.

"How is it? Teacher, is the student's academic performance okay?"

Qiao Yin looked at her achievements happily. Although it was not very good compared with Lin Pei's, Lin Pei said that it is already very good for a person who has just started to learn to write calligraphy. Lin Pei praised her , of course she should be proud.

"Yes, you are a very qualified student."

"It's because the teacher taught well."

"Let's write some more."

Lin Pei rolled out a new sheet of paper and pressed it down with a paperweight.

Qiao Yin held the pen, and Lin Pei held Qiao Yin's hand.

As soon as Qiao Yin raised her eyes, she saw Lin Pei's side face. She subconsciously slowed down her breathing, looked at the paper, and moved her hands following Lin Pei's movements.

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