It's so sweet, the little uncle is addicted to her

Chapter 9
"Affective disorder?"

Yan Shang repeated Lin Yi's words, and unconsciously curled up his fingers resting on the edge of the desk.

"Yes." Lin Yi's voice on the other end of the phone was a little distorted, mixed with a weak current of "hissing".

"Xiaoqin has been quieter than other children since he was a child, and he doesn't like to cry. Grandma and grandpa learned everything quickly. At first we thought it was the child's precocity, but later..."

The emotion of memory was conveyed in the voice, but Lin Yi did not elaborate.

Instead, he said, "My dad discovered Xiaoqin's abnormality by accident, so he took her to see a psychiatrist, and he also did a psychiatric examination."

"The result is that apart from lack of emotional perception and lack of communication with others, Xiaoqin has no other problems."

"So we only ask her to study hard, and other aspects rarely interfere."

After Lin Yi finished speaking, she suddenly asked with a chuckle: "My parents also said that she behaved very well, and there was no abnormality at all. How did you find out that something was wrong with her?"

"I taught her to write essays, but Lin Qin said she couldn't understand what feelings are." Yan Shang also laughed.

The seriousness of the conversation disintegrated silently.

Lin Yi felt relieved, "Then you have to take care of her, and bring gifts for you when sister returns."

Yan Shanglang smiled and said: "It should be, why is Sister Lin being polite to me?"

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries and hung up the phone.

Yan Shang's face returned to calm. After thinking for a while, he turned on the computer and searched for the works of the painter Ling.

The reason why he contacted Lin Yi suddenly was because of Secretary Fang's description of the painter Ling just now.

"An indifferent observer at the edge of the world".

It is very bizarre to hit the contradictions in Lin Qin's daily behavior.

Yan Shang read all the works of painter Ling, and recalled in his mind the scene of getting along with Lin Qin after he came to the house alone, got up and went downstairs, and drove to the No. [-] Middle School of the city.

"Uncle Yan." Lin Qin got on the co-pilot and greeted casually.

Unlike ordinary children who say things like "Aren't you busy at work?"

Lin Qin was still indifferent as always, and didn't care who would pick her up, nor did she care whether Yan Shang came here after delaying work or came back from a business trip to pick her up.

"What do you want for dinner?" Yan Shang looked away, started the car, and asked as if chatting.

"It's all right."

Lin Qin unlocked the screen, and forwarded a message from a painting friend who called for contributions a few days ago.

Meow: Boss, are you there?Are you there? Are you there? ?
Meow: Are you free? Are you free?

Meow: Help me read the manuscript and give me some suggestions?

Meow: If you don’t reply, I’ll take it as your consent!
Meow: Sent you email Q3Q
Lin Qin exited the chat interface, opened the mailbox, and received the file.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Shang saw her approaching the screen in the rearview mirror.

"Huh?" Lin Qin didn't hear clearly, and turned to look at him.

Yan Shang inadvertently turned his head and looked at her for a moment, then looked away as if electrocuted.

Babies are said to have pure black eyes that gradually turn brown as they age.

Therefore, the deep black pupil color will make the eyes clearer, giving people a natural sense of sincerity and innocence.

Yan Shang pursed his lips tightly, his brain involuntarily divided into two operating areas.

Part of it mobilized its muscle memory to continue driving, and part of it started to think about its exploration of Lin Qin.

As an uncle, it is natural to take care of the younger generation, and it is normal to care about the little girl's academic performance and psychological state.

But the moment they looked at each other just now, he seemed to see something about to move from the reflection in Lin Qin's eyes.

However, that point of imminent movement is like catkins flying in the air, its trajectory is difficult to track, and the place where it lands is also difficult to see with the naked eye.

Yan Shang didn't speak any more, Lin Qin turned back to read the manuscript.

The interior of the carriage returned to silence, and the black car drove all the way into the underground garage.

Before working hours on Tuesday, the comprehensive application for hiring painter Ling as the main creator of "Unbounded" was sent to Yan Shang's desk.

After the regular morning meeting, a separate feasibility discussion meeting was held.

The result is naturally a high vote.

The HR Department sent an invitation email to artist Ling at [-]:[-] pm.

But Lin Qin didn't check his phone immediately after school today.

She returned to the Longting Courtyard and saw that Yan Shang was not there, so she changed into a sports suit and went downstairs to the gym.

Glancing at the various instruments with metallic luster, it was rare to feel the autonomous excitement of the brain, and the muscles began to tighten because of this excitement.

Lin Qin first fully stretched, then stepped on the treadmill, trotted for half an hour to warm up, and then did strength training.

Yan Shang likes to work out, and he also needs to be in good physical condition and energetic to devote himself to work.

So the gym at home is comparable to a high-end club, with all aerobic and anaerobic equipment available, and the boxing, archery, and shooting venues are all set aside separately.

His habit is to get up early to exercise, and if he gets off work early, he will practice for an extra hour.

I didn't see Lin Qin when I went home today, so I thought she had already had dinner and went back to her room, so I changed into a sports vest and started working out as usual.

As soon as I stepped into the gym, I saw a pair of slender arms stretched like swan wings.

On weekdays, the little girl who looked as thin as if she could fall down with a push turned her back to the door, straightened her arms and pulled the stretcher downwards, and her muscles stretched beautifully with the forceful movement.

The shoulder blades on both sides are also drawn towards the midline of the spine like butterfly wings.

The elegant sense of power and vigorous vitality are ready to come out.

Appreciation flashed in Yan Shang's eyes.

He deliberately stepped on his feet harder, walked into the strength zone, and put into fitness together.

Lin Qin heard footsteps and sensed his approach. After finishing a set of movements, she got up and walked out.

"Did uncle bother you?" Yan Shang stopped and asked.

Lin Qin shook his head and left.

Yan Shang's eyes were gloomy, he turned around and raised the weight of the equipment to the limit, lay down on his back and began to bench press.

Lin Qin returned with a pen and paper, and sat down at a moderate distance.

The legs are crossed, the folder board is placed on the legs, and the paper is laid flat, comparing with Yan Shang who is moving.

Following the increasingly prominent muscle lines, the ups and downs of the chest during breathing, the blue veins on the forehead that are tense to the extreme and slightly beating, and the few drops of sweat that are pulled by gravity.

Between the dimensions of the paper, the tension is evident.

It fits perfectly with Lin Qin's vision of a federal picket.

Self-disciplined and forbearing, seemingly gentle, but not moving, once locked on the target, it turns into a wolf with tearing force and bursting.

Although the drawing has been submitted, it does not prevent Lin Qin from continuing to appreciate and create.

The people I meet everyday are too commonplace, and Yan Shang, who has good looks, figure, and temperament, can attract her attention a little bit.

At first, Yan Shang felt a little tight in his chest because the little girl walked away when he saw him, so he pushed the barbell more than a dozen times in succession to vent out his anger.

Before he had time to think about it, Lin Qin caught a glimpse of Lin Qin sitting not far away, writing and drawing, and looked up at himself from time to time.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to send the barbell into the bayonet, and sat up with his abdominal muscles.

"Lin Qin."

"Ok?"

Lin Qin was still thinking about the changes in his muscles when he got up, and his fingertips continued to slide the pen holder, drawing a clear and clean arc.

Yan Shang didn't see the pattern on her paper clearly, his eyes darkened a bit.

She moved her Adam's apple and asked hoarsely, "What are you drawing?"

"Are you using local materials?"

　I dare not write too detailed QAQ with limited pen power.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)