BXBX NOVEL Chapter 58: Who Said Qin Ran Didn’t Learn the Violin Well?
Chapter 58: Who Said Qin Ran Didn’t Learn the Violin Well?
The paper had floated out of Qin Ran’s book, so they naturally thought that it belonged to her.
But the handwriting... it was too different from Qin Ran’s.
The writer had probably been specially trained.
Qin Ran didn’t expect her paper to have fallen out.
She was sitting on her chair, holding her phone in her left hand and resting her right hand on the table. She had to take care of her injured right hand, so her movements were a little awkward.
She raised her eyebrows when she saw the paper.
“This handwriting looks really good.” Lin Siran reacted first. She picked up the paper and patted it on the table, looked at the content and was particularly excited. “Qin Ran, you’re also Yan Xi’s fan?”
The lyrics of a song just released by Yan Xi was on the paper. As a fan, Lin Siran naturally recognized it.
Qin Ran tilted her head and said in an unwavering tone, “I’m really not.”
“Then why do you have the lyrics to Yan Xi’s song?” Lin Siran held up the paper in her hands.
Qiao Sheng couldn’t tell that it was lyrics. He just reached out and pulled it away. “This is definitely not copied down by her. How could she write so well? Oh yeah, who gave it to you?”
Qiao Sheng was really a little genius!
Suddenly, Qin Ran calmed down. She played with her mobile phone in her left hand, tilted her body, and laughed. “Oh, my neighbor wrote it. Is his handwriting nice?”
“Yes.” Lin Siran nodded frantically, and then glanced down again. “Your neighbor could probably write posts with this standard?”
“Why didn’t you practice to write so well?” Qiao Sheng snorted.
Qin Ran looked down at her mobile phone and ignored him.
As class approached, Qiao Sheng returned to his seat.
**
Qin Ran’s hand still needed to be bandaged again. Cheng Mu had taken all the medicine to the school medical office yesterday.
Two people in the school doctor’s office could help her change her bandage.
When Qin Ran arrived at the school medical office, Lu Zhaoying was standing outside the door and calling someone. His tone seemed serious, and he waved at her when she passed.
Cheng Juan was in the school medical office. He was still leaning lazily against the sofa, with his computer on his legs. His expression was lazy, but his clear brows seemed to have a sense of frustration.
“You’re here?” Cheng Juan set the computer aside and took out the medicine chest.
He signaled for Qin Ran to sit down and then sat next to her.
He opened the bandage carefully to reveal the wound inside. He made a few stitches and the wound looked bad.
It was easy for the palm to sweat in summer, so it was inevitable that water would touch the wound and mess with the medicine.
Cheng Juan took a cotton swab, pinched her finger, and carefully cleaned it up with medical alcohol, careful not to touch the wound. “Does it hurt?”
“It’s okay,” Qin Ran said lazily with her left hand supporting her chin. “It’s not that serious.”
Cheng Juan gave a low “um” and didn’t say a word, but his movements lightened a lot.
His eyebrows were down, his long eyelashes covered, and his outline looked hazy.
After changing the medicine, he saw Qin Ran getting up and leaving. Cheng Juan asked her where she was going.
“The canteen. Lin Siran is still waiting for me to eat.” Qin Ran looked at her right hand and felt like it wasn’t as painful as it had been yesterday.
She was injured and naturally couldn’t work.
In the morning after class, she had already pushed aside her part-time job at the bubble tea shop.
She still wanted to squeeze with others at the canteen?
Wasn’t she afraid of the wound opening up again?
The corners of Cheng Juan’s lips curled up.
Qin Ran didn’t notice and just waved her left hand. “I’ll get going first then.”
When she walked out of the door, she met Lu Zhaoying, who had just returned from the phone call and even said hello.
Lu Zhaoying threw the phone on the table and scratched his head. “Where is she going? Why not let her stay for dinner?”
Cheng Juan turned and sat back down on the sofa.
His lips were pursed and he looked cold.
Lu Zhaoying couldn’t understand his attitude but didn’t dare to ask.
He only changed the topic. “That Deputy Shen went to Uncle Jiang.”
Cheng Juan drew a cigarette and bit it, smirking. “What a coward, wasn’t he very prestigious?”
The bottom of his eyes was cold and there was no hint of a smile.
Cheng Mu, who just came in: “...”
The other party could be squeezed to death with one finger. How could Deputy Shen possibly not cower?
**
The Lin family.
When Father Xu found the place, Lin Qi and Lin Jinxuan were both not at home.
Ning Qing sat in the gazebo in the yard to entertain him.
There was no follow-up news from the Public Security Bureau. Ning Qing had gathered a few pieces, sold some jewelry, and put up half a million in a card.
Today Lin Jinxuan brought back news that Xu Shen had broken both hands.
The consequences were severe.
Ning Qing worked really hard to settle the follow-up and ensure that Qin Ran wouldn’t have to be sued and jailed.
Last night she practically didn’t sleep and had to use a lot of foundation to cover up her dark eye circles.
She didn’t expect that Father Xu would come.
“Mrs. Lin.” Father Xu knew Ning Qing.
Ning Qing held the bank card in her hand and didn’t want anyone in the Lin family to see her ugly state. “Aunt Zhang, go down first. I will talk to Mr. Xu.”
Zhang Yan glanced at her and hesitated, but returned after serving a pot of tea.
“Who’s here?” Inside the room, Lin Wan put her shawl in her hands and came downstairs.
Aunt Zhang pursed her lips, poured another cup of tea for Lin Wan, and lowered her voice. “Who else could it be? It’s Mr. Xu, and I saw Madam holding a bank card.”
Lin Wan sat on the sofa, heard the words, and smiled.
She didn’t say more.
Outside.
Father Xu was sitting on a stool, restless and not knowing what to say.
“Mr. Xu, I’m so sorry, my child... Sigh.” He was expressionless, so Ning Qing misunderstood his intentions. She poured him a cup of tea and spoke first, putting her pride down.
She didn’t dare go out since last night.
She was afraid to meet the eyes of the servants, especially that of the Lin family.
Ning Qing took a sip of tea. “You also know how Qin Ran is. She was never obedient since young. She clearly learned the violin before Yu’er, but who would guess that Yu’er is almost in ninth grade, and yet her violin is still so average. And she even hit your son. I’m so ashamed to even talk about this.”
Father Xu had come with a trembling heart and had kept drinking water to ease his nerves.
He didn’t expect Ning Qing to say this.
He held the teacup in his hand and was a little confused. “Wait, Mrs. Lin.”
Ning Qing held the bank card in her hand and looked up at him.
Father Xu looked at her. “No, who said that Qin Ran didn’t learn the violin well? She obviously—”