imperial psychologist

Chapter 616

Saying goodbye to Boling, Ai Songqing wiped her eyes and went back to the house.

Niannian was squatting on the chair, leaning half of her body on the table, holding a stick of willow charcoal in her hand, writing and drawing.

Ai Songqing closed the door and walked to Nian Nian's table, "What is Nian Nian doing?"

"I'm drawing." Nian Nian replied in a low voice.

Ai Songqing looked at the paper under Niannian's hands, and felt a little relieved.

Thinking of what Bai Ling said just now, she probably can understand the truth, but the truth is the truth, Bai Ling always has a lot of truths, Ai Songqing thinks back, and feels that she can't always explain her.

The daily classes of the band have been suspended for some reason these days, and Ai Songqing sits in the room practicing the piano by herself.

But her gaze couldn't help falling on Niannian who was at the desk. After a while, she ran to look again, "Are you still drawing?"

"Yeah." Nian Nian nodded.

"What are you drawing?"

Ai Songqing tilted her head and looked at the painting in Niannian's hand - she could vaguely see that there were four people drawn on it.

"I'm drawing our morning meal." Niannian replied, she pointed to the crooked figure on it and said, "This is me, this is my mother, this is Sister Songqing, and this is Sister Bailing."

Ai Songqing's expression became complicated, she whispered, "...how did you think of drawing this?"

"Sister Bo Ling said, I can write to my mother when I miss her." Nian Nian said softly, "But Nian Nian can't write yet, so she draws."

Niannian's pen stopped, "Can Sister Songqing know how to write?"

Ai Songqing nodded.

Niannian smiled, "Sister Songqing will write the letter for me later, okay?"

"Well... good." Ai Songqing nodded and said.

……

The days passed slowly like this, as Bo Ling said, Nian Nian was not always as peaceful as this morning.

Many times - most of the time when I woke up suddenly at night, Niannian was crying and must go to find her mother, no matter how Bo Ling or Ai Songqing tried to comfort her, Niannian ignored it, except for Baoyuan's return, nothing else could help her. Soothe her torment.

However, Baoyuan will never come back after all.

Nian Nian was still unable to comprehend and understand this point, but Bo Ling and Ai Songqing still explained it over and over again.

Together with Niannian, they tidy up Baoyuan's clothes, and listen to Niannian's story about her and Baoyuan in the past... Bo Ling brought back a puppet rabbit for Niannian, and Niannian quickly regarded it as her last love. Dear partner, whether eating or sleeping, always hold it.

Niannian draws four or five pictures every day, draws all the things she will do in a day, and then goes out with Bo Ling to burn them at night.

Occasionally, a few times, she dreamed of Baoyuan when she was dreaming-without exception, every time she woke up from the dream, she was accompanied by tears.

Under Bo Ling’s arrangement, Nian Nian’s life quickly returned to normal. Most of the time, one of Ai Songqing and Bo Ling always stayed in the room—this was also Bo Ling’s idea, even if sometimes he had to Both of them leave, and they will seriously make an appointment with Niannian when they will come back.

Only come back early, not late.

At night, after Ai Songqing and Niannian fell asleep, Bai Ling would get up and leave again, and go to the place agreed with Wei Ying to continue her training.

Sometimes it is in a certain corner of Lanzihao, sometimes it is behind the pear garden, and sometimes it goes back to the roof.

After entering Baihuaya, Bo Ling clearly felt the changes in his body.

The muscles of the forearm and upper arm are very obvious, and the calf is gradually becoming tight and hard. She can easily run from the turret room to the Golden Pavilion at an accelerated speed, and can also easily jump some things that reach her waist. low wall.

July is coming to an end.

That night, Bo Ling made mistakes frequently, and Wei Ying was very annoyed.

"Sorry, I may not be suitable for practice today." Bo Ling said bluntly.

"What are you thinking?"

"...I'm...waiting for some news today." Bo Ling said softly.

Wei Ying blew his beard angrily, "What news?"

"...that is, that Li Sheng." Panting, Bai Ling wiped the sweat on her forehead. She felt that the arm that Wei Ying had been hitting tonight would probably go back bruised, but she was too embarrassed to keep rubbing it right now. , "I don't know if Master Wei still has any impression."

Wei Ying narrowed his eyes - of course he wouldn't have any impression of the name.

"That's the gambler." Bo Ling reminded.

Wei Ying snorted softly, and he remembered that it was the gambler who gave away gold and silver from Boling.

He forgot about it even if Berlin didn't mention it.

Wei Ying sneered—after Bo Ling sent a large sum of money, he stared at this Li Sheng out of curiosity for a few days, so-called "go to Baihuaya to resettle a house" or "find a decent job to make a living" ...he didn't do any of these serious things.

The first thing he did was to exchange the gold for an equivalent silver bill, and then he entered the casino and never came out again.

Of course, anyway, the money is on Bo Ling's head, and Bo Ling can spend it as he wants, and he doesn't bother to care about it.

"Waiting for his news?" Wei Ying sneered, "There are only two news that the gambler will send back, either losing money or dying, there will be no other possibility."

"Yes," Bo Ling said, putting away the dagger, "but there are many kinds of deaths."

This answer aroused Wei Ying's interest.

He looked at Bo Ling, "Aside from giving him money, what else did you do that I don't know?"

Bo Ling shook his head, "There is nothing else."

Wei Ying raised her eyebrows lightly, thought for a moment, and suddenly understood.

At this moment, Bai Ling whispered, "I can't bear to see other people suffer. Even if he was detained in the blue name, and there was another corpse in the blue name, he wouldn't be able to suffer much. , I will be involved if I don’t make sure, I won’t do this kind of thing.”

Bo Ling took a deep breath, "A gambler should die like a gambler."

Wei Ying laughed, and the gravel in his hand flew out again, and Bai Ling dodged to dodge.

"Then you can just think about it," Wei Ying said, "tonight's training can't stop."

"Why?" Bo Ling argued, "I can't calm down and practice like this—"

"That's why we need to practice even more tonight." Wei Ying put his arms around his arms and interrupted Bo Ling directly, "Draw out your dagger."

Bai Ling was taken aback for a moment.

Yes, Weying is quite right.

……

In the middle of the night, a figure hurriedly flashed from one shade of a tree to another, and the watchman passed by with a lantern.

The figure hid behind the bushes for a long time, until there were no other people on the road, he poked his head out, and rushed to the side door of Lanzihao in a few steps.

"Wait! What are you doing!" the guard at the side door scolded.

"I...I'm looking for Boling!"

The figure took out a name card from his body—it was the last time he met Bo Ling, and Bo Ling put it among the silver taels, saying that he could use this name card to meet each other when necessary.

The guard approached with a lantern, and the man looked extremely pale, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he could barely make out his human form.

He accepted the name card suspiciously——ah, it really was the seal letter of Miss Bai Ling.

(End of this chapter)