Becoming The White Lotus Queen Of The Noble Academy Chapter 32
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The bright lights illuminated the young man’s eyes.
Wei Guan didn’t take back his hand. He touched his forehead with his fingertips and said in a low voice, “Is it cold?”
Quelu blinked and shook his head.
“Are you hungry?”
Shake his head.
“Are you unhappy?”
Still shaking his head.
Wei watched the bird green for a long time, and suddenly smiled softly.
There was a sigh, indulgence, and a little helplessness in that smile.
It’s like seeing a child who never cries. Because he is too tolerant, he is in the most pain but does not get any comfort or candy.
He doesn’t even know what candy is.
Tan Quelu blinked, imitating the man’s movements, raised her hand, and gently touched his slightly frowned eyebrows.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I want to find a psychological committee member for you.”
Tanquelu made a confused sound, saying she didn’t understand.
In the deep blue water color like the sea, the young man’s black hair is soaked and his lips are wet and red.The sparkling water surface lay behind the bird green and imprinted in his eyes, like one small moon after another, bright and beautiful.
The yellow clothes made him look like a sweet orange.
A pure sweet orange surrounded by a small moon.
Wei Guan couldn’t help but hug the sweet orange tighter.
Quelu blinked without struggling. After a moment, she suddenly heard the man ask: “Are you really not unhappy?”
The young man didn’t say anything. He raised his head and stared at the moon in the night sky, which was neither sad nor happy.
A long while.
He tilted his head and said, “A little bit.”
Tan Quelu is not a person with too many emotions.
Old events never leave a shadow in his heart. The past is the past. No matter how heavy the memories are, they are not as important as the living present.
Living has a more important mission.
His mission is to atone for sin.
Beyond that, nothing matters.
So, he was only a little unhappy tonight.
“Weiguan.”
Quelu looked at him: “How much wealth can a person have to create an absolutely beautiful world?”
He seemed to be simply confused, and spoke slowly again before waiting for the man to answer.
“There’s nothing I can do when I’m the ninety-nine percent.”
“But why when I become one percent, I can’t do anything.”
Before the age of seven, Tan Quelu was a homeless orphan in the suburbs of the city.
He was alone, with thin limbs, occasional illness, and an empty brain.The only things to consider every day are what to eat, what to wear, and where to sleep.
Which public restroom has water for brushing your teeth and taking a shower today?
Tomorrow some housekeeper will kindly let him get into the kitchen to eat.
It’s time to pull out the grass from the grave of his wandering predecessor who had pulled him out the day after tomorrow.
The city has a developed tourism industry, and there is a luxury resort next door to where Tan Qielu lives. Clothes, shoes, toiletries, and even hand cream and perfume that wealthy guests don’t want often appear in the trash can.
Tan Quelu is good-looking. Even if she is wearing a fluorescent pink top and bright yellow beach shorts, with a flip-flop on one foot and a crystal sandal on the other, she still exudes the aura of a perfect child model.
The customer saw him digging through the trash can and thought it was some kind of performance art. He picked up his phone and took photos. After taking the photo, he asked if he had Weibo or Douyin Instagram.
Tanquelu shook her head in confusion, biting into the candied haws of Internet celebrity that the other party handed her, and said vaguely, pretending to be of mixed race: “no…no…”
He said he was half French.
Half Korean.
Half Japanese.
Half European.
Half American.
In short, I just believe that I don’t understand.
The guests suddenly realize this, and then they usually squat down with a smile on their face, take several carefully selfies with him, and post them online.
The customer is also convinced that he is a beautiful child model and an internet celebrity.
After all, Tan Quelu is so beautiful, her hands and feet are clean, her hair is soft, and her whole body exudes the light fragrance of the resort’s shower gel. She takes good care of herself.
It must be some internet celebrity team filming here.
At that time, there will be a movie projection screen at the entrance of the resort.The walls are black and white and classic movies from various countries are played silently.Tan Quelu watched an old Hong Kong martial arts movie and didn’t understand anything. He only remembered the majestic hero in the movie.
He recalled for a moment and said in a serious tone: “Wei Guan, do you know? In fact, when I was a child, I wanted to be a hero who robbed the rich and gave to the poor.”
At least that’s what he thought before he was picked up by the temple.
The young man looked at him and didn’t speak for a long time.
It was so long that time seemed to freeze.
Those handsome eyebrows and eyes were dark, presumably because the water was surging at the moment, so the emotions in his eyes were also surging.
The darkness and light fade, like the darkness filled with light and shadow, floating and sinking heavily in silence.
A long while.
Tan Quelu was confused: “Why don’t you say anything? Why are you just looking at me?”
Wei Guan lowered his eyes, then hummed, stretched out his hand, and put his palm against the slender green neck.
He gently pressed the young man onto his shoulder.
“Sorry.”
“I was just thinking that you would look good in fluorescent pink.”
“Also, which country are you of mixed race?”
Tan Quelu coughed violently and tried to hold back her laughter: “How do I know?”
“Have you forgotten that I am an orphan?”
The young man also laughed softly, his voice was pleasant, and he sighed: “Yeah, I forgot.”
Tan Quelu felt him raise his hand and his strong arms passed through her waist. With an easy lift, she picked up the young man from the swimming pool with one hand.
“Autumn is coming soon. You may catch a cold if you take a bath. I’ll send you to take a bath first.”
Tan Quelu groaned, aware of his strength, and obediently rested her head on the man’s shoulder.
They were all soaked, and it was hard to tell who was wetting whom.Along the way, the water dripped under the feet, following the man’s steps, flowing softly and silently.
The orange light is scattered, and the large and small puddles are refracted by the light and shadow. Looking down from above, it looks like a bunch of small oranges have fallen behind Wei Guan.
In his arms he held a big orange.
Wei Guan held the orange firmly and walked sideways into the venue building.
There is a suite lounge dedicated to the Wei family at the deepest level of the first floor.
The ceiling lamp was turned on, the dark black bed was softly rolled out, the central air conditioner was automatically adjusted, and the master bathroom made a loud splash, with hot water pouring down.
Wei Guan put down the boy in his arms.
“The clothes are on the inside and I’m on the outside.”
“Call me after washing.”
“I’ll help you dry your hair.”
Tan Quelu shook his head: “No, I can do it myself.”
He had developed the habit of doing everything by himself in prison. This was a discipline engraved in his mind.
“Okay.”
Wei Guan never forced him to do anything, so he nodded and turned to leave the room.
When he finished washing up in five minutes, took the suitcase from the AI drone, and returned to the room, Tan Quelu had actually come out of the bathroom.
The boy was standing in front of the sink, holding a hair dryer in his hand, lowering his head and drying his hair seriously.
Wei Guan did not disturb him.
The man had dark eyebrows and stood outside the bathroom a few steps away, looking at Tan Quelu quietly.
He is tall and has a straight back.
His movements are neat and he is skillful in blowing his hair.
His behavior is rigid, he is used to racing against time, and he folds his bath towels into a tofu shape like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Everything about him, all his slightly weird looks, were clearly displayed in front of Wei Guan like never before.
This is a habit only developed in prison.
prison.
Wei Guan thought about these two words repeatedly and calmly understood his mood at the moment.
The buzzing stopped.
After Tan Quelu finished drying her hair, she put away the hair dryer and looked back at the man behind her.
He said: “Wei Guan, help me get my original clothes.”
He didn’t want to wear this.
These are the pajamas that St. Weston prepared for the Wei family. The materials are naturally of excellent quality.It has a light beige cotton and linen surface, and I don’t know what kind of craftsmanship was used inside. It doesn’t wear the skin at all, and it feels like a soft cloud.
Wei Guan: “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
Tan Quelu shook his head.
It’s just so comfortable.
How could he feel comfortable.
Those shattered families, those crumbling and painful questions, those crimes he had watched with helpless eyes.
He didn’t stop.
Even help others do evil.
How does he deserve it?
Wei Guan never forces himself to be green.
He nodded and agreed to him first, then asked: “Are you still unhappy now?”
Tan Quelu blinked and said nothing.
Wei watched him, suddenly walked into the bathroom, placed the suitcase on the sink, and opened it gently.
The light suddenly fell.
——Countless different keys, black room cards, property ownership certificates, bank cards… appeared in front of Tan Quelu’s eyes instantly.
The young man had handsome eyebrows and lowered his eyes as usual, and read out all the wishes of the Christmas card:
“A courtyard house in the second ring road of the capital, and a small duplex house next to the Oriental Pearl Tower in the Magic City.”
“A large villa with a swimming pool in the basement of Repulse Bay in Hong Kong City, a large flat floor of over 1,000 square meters on the top floor of Shenzhen Bay, and a luxurious mansion with a wine garden in a Belgian mountain villa.”
“An unlimited black card from each of the four major domestic banks, a yacht, a helicopter, a Cullinan BB version, and a Rolls-Royce extended version.”
Every time he read a sentence, the man took a step closer to Qielu.
By the end, Wei Guan was very close to him.Quelu raised her head, looked into the man’s handsome and young eyes, and heard his faint voice.
“Tan Quelu, give me a chance.”
“Give me a chance and let me help you solve these problems that are not worries.”
Wealth, power, determination.
These are things mature adults should do.
An eighteen-year-old boy should laugh lively and be relaxed.Seize every moment of precious youth, study hard and then collapse and shout, scream happily and then fall asleep tiredly, be confused and then see the way forward clearly.
Be a carefree, green plant.
Born toward the sun.
Powerful people.
Tanquelu and Weiguan look at each other.
The young man was thin and his expression looked dazed and confused under the light.
Those pure and beautiful eyes stared at Wei Guan, as if they couldn’t understand what the person in front of them was doing.
A long while.
Tan Quelu’s brain finally managed to find the corresponding nerve.
He blinked and asked innocently, “Then what are your conditions?”
This money is enough for him to help many people and save many families who have been harmed.
He must have it.
You can exchange it for anything.
Wei Guan didn’t say anything. He raised his hand and opened the bottom layer of the suitcase.
Tan Quelu looked blankly.
Under the light, the drone temporarily searched the city’s vending machines, and finally urgently bought the most important things in the order. At this moment, they were lying there——
Men’s neon pink short-sleeved, bright yellow lace-up board shorts.
White flip-flop on the right foot, purple crystal sandal on the left foot.
“That’s the condition.”
Wei Guan imitated Qinglu’s tone and said calmly: “Can you show me this suit?”
Who is a mixed-race child model?
Wei Guan especially wants to see it.
The author has something to say:
[Give me a chance and let me help you solve these problems that are not worries] A line from the TV series “Dwelling”