PDLP Chapter 279 Xia Qian.
Chapter 279 Xia Qian.
Xia Qian swore that she never wanted to return to this small town, but the funny thing was that when she felt wronged, the first place she thought of was this place.
Family?
Of course this is her home, the place where she was raised, and where all her memories are.
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The morning sun shines down, and people feel warm when it shines on them. She drinks a cup of scented tea and smells the first fragrance of the morning. At this moment, she seems to have forgotten her pain.
It’s strange that the place I once wanted to escape from the most is now so desirable.
The same attic, the same path, the bumpy mountain road, and the distant mountains shrouded in mist.
Nothing here has changed, but her state of mind has changed.
Xia Qian sat by the attic window, writing calligraphy and drinking scented tea.
Don’t ask about worldly affairs or look to the past. Just be a person in the present and look at the things in front of you.
Xia Qian likes design and always writes and draws with a pen. When she calms down, she also writes calligraphy and occasionally drinks scented tea.
She likes the scent of jasmine, which people often say is vulgar, but the most vulgar is the most elegant.
Looking down, she found that the chain on her hand was missing?
Xia Qian looked around but didn't find it. Then he looked under his feet but still couldn't find it.
This bracelet is a design of hers that has not yet been published and is also a one-of-a-kind piece.
A leaf can describe her, and half a petal can also describe her. Among the countless people, she cannot fit into every role.
She put down her brush and went downstairs to look for it, but she couldn't find it after searching the whole house.
She had just been to the well, so she looked along the way but still couldn't find it.
She was very sad because those were her designs and she put a lot of effort into every design.
Xia Qian never plagiarizes, not because she has professional ethics, but because she disdains to plagiarize.
Plagiarism is the most disgusting thing in the world and the most hated thing in her life.
So when the company accused her of plagiarism, the first thing she thought of was definitely not to explain.
If explanation could change some problems, then there would be no unfairness in this world.
Xia Qian returned home and she didn't eat that night.
There's nothing I can do about it, she's just so emotional.
She is not as strong as she looks, nor is she a strong woman as most people say. In fact, she is a little woman who needs to be cared for and respected.
It’s a pity that no one has truly understood her for all these years. Perhaps her coldness has discouraged everyone around her.
But what? This is who she is.
There was a heavy rain last night and the weather was just right in the morning.
The bamboo shoots will be very fresh after the rain, and Xia Qian, who was born here, knows this best.
When she was a child, she often went up the mountain to pick mushrooms and bamboo shoots, and occasionally some wild fruits.
Most wild fruits are sour, but she doesn't like sour things and can't get used to eating wild fruits.
But people who go up the mountain pick whatever they can get. It's a feeling of trophy, which people who have never been there cannot understand.
Xia Qian put on a pair of waders. Although the boots were waterproof, they were really inconvenient to walk in.
Maybe it was because she hadn't worn it for a long time, the road on the mountain was slippery, and halfway through her walk, she sprained her ankle on a stone.
There were wild beasts in the mountains, and she dared not make any sound except to save herself.
It's really bad luck that I sprained my ankle while walking on the mountain road that I have been climbing since I was a child.
Xia Qian was a little desperate at that time. Looking at the quiet woods without a single figure, she suddenly felt a little aggrieved.
Feeling a little aggrieved?
It must be very aggrieved.
I don’t know what’s wrong with her lately, maybe it’s because everything was going too smoothly for her before so now nothing she does goes well.
I lost my bracelet inexplicably yesterday, and I sprained my ankle while going up the mountain today.
Xia Qian was a person who never cried, but at that moment tears welled up in her eyes.
Does it hurt?
Of course it hurts, but what hurts her more than the pain is that no one cares.
She was so sad, she had no one to confide in.
If you ask her now what the meaning of life is, she will definitely tell you that she doesn't know.
Before this, she believed that life was about working hard to make oneself a better person.
But hard work is worthless in front of people.
Xia Qian took off her waders while crying. Her ankles were swollen, which was a shocking sight.
She touched it gently, and the pain was deep in her bones. She couldn't control her tears, and for a moment she couldn't tell why she was crying.
Maybe it really hurts, or maybe it's because I hate the injustice of this world and God's indifference.
Her crying was silent at first, then heart-wrenching, and then louder and louder.
"Are you okay? Do you need help?"
A tall man appeared in front of her. He was wearing a raincoat and carrying a bamboo basket on his back.
When Xia Qian first met Tong Xin, it was the saddest time in her life.
As you can imagine, she sat on the ground in a completely ungraceful manner, with one foot bare, looking at him with tears in her eyes.
The childlike innocence at that time was like a savior, and of course it was her life-saving straw.
If she was moved, of course not. She was only worried about not being eaten by wild beasts and had no mind to think about anything else.
At that time, Tong Xin didn't think much about it. He had no idea what had happened to her. He just heard someone crying, and it sounded very sad.
Today he also went up the mountain to pick bamboo shoots. His grandmother loves to eat them, so he always goes up the mountain when the rain stops.
Just as he entered the woods, he heard someone crying, so he came over to see.
"I sprained my ankle, can you help me down?"
Help her down?
This is a mountain road, and it's difficult to walk with both legs. Doesn't she want this one leg anymore?
Tong Xin looked at her red and swollen ankle. He had learned bone setting in the army and could handle simple dislocations.
He squatted down, covering his ankle with one hand and keeping his direction with the other.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Xia Qian didn't know who he was or where he came from, and his actions scared her.
She was not afraid that he would molest her, but she doubted his skills.
Tong Xin raised his eyelids and looked at her:
"Your foot is out of place. Let me help you put it back."
His eyes were firm, and he had a confident look:
"Are you sure you can?"
She came to ask for help, and now only he could help her.
If she continued to go down the mountain at this speed, her foot would be broken before she reached the bottom.
But her tone was not begging, but rather questioning, which made it difficult for Tong Xin to accept:
"Miss, you asked me to help you. Please get the facts straight."
This person has a weird temper. She was just saying that, and she doesn't know him well. Can't she just give him some simple advice?
Xia Qian looked at him. She didn't have a good impression of him at that time.
But there was no way, there was no one else here except him, was she going to be eaten by a wild beast?
Tong Xin's face is cold, which is very unpleasant to women.
Seeing him stand up and leave, Xia Qian quickly showed weakness:
"I'm sorry, I just said the wrong thing. I didn't doubt your ability."
She does know that "he who knows the real things is a hero", wouldn't it be better if she had this attitude earlier?
He squatted down and took about a second to help her put her feet back in place.
It is fast, but it also hurts.
Xia Qian bit her clothes, trying not to cry out in pain.