The little girl who prayed to Buddha

Chapter 358 Yan Sheng 13
Hand her the sketchpad and paintbrush.

He spoke softly, "Now that you've finished painting, just finish it. Don't give up halfway."

After saying that, he got up and went out.

The ward became empty in an instant, and she was the only one left in a daze.

What does he mean?
Yan Shuangshuang looked at the drawing board in her hand with a confused look on her face, not knowing whether he was intentional or unintentional towards her, and she felt very conflicted.

I had clearly mustered up the courage, but he didn't give me a clear response.

Is this a silent rejection?
Yan Shuangshuang lowered her head in disappointment, staring at the eyes of the person in the portrait without blinking.

It was as if he was looking into his eyes.

His last words have always been in my heart.

Now that you have finished painting, just finish it. Don't give up halfway.

Once you start drawing, finish it; don't give up halfway.

give up halfway……

Yan Shuangshuang suddenly opened her eyes wide with joy on her face.

Can this sentence be translated as: Since you like him, you must stick to it and don't give up?

Regardless of whether it was true or not, Yan Shuangshuang's mood had obviously improved. She raised the corners of her mouth and continued painting.

After Qin Yansheng went out, he could no longer control the corners of his lips, and finally he just grinned and laughed softly.

This little girl is so weirdly cute.

Qin Yansheng didn't have any surgery today, so she just sat in the consultation for a while to give her some time.

The young nurses clearly noticed that Dr. Qin was in a good mood today and was smiling at everyone.

Could it be related to the little girl he brought home today?

The young nurses sighed and said that it seemed that they could only think about Dr. Qin in their hearts.

When Qin Yansheng arrived at the ward, it was pitch black inside. A little light came in from the street lamps and moonlight outside. The little girl was sleeping quietly on the bed.

Beside the bed is the finished painting.

I quietly put down the dinner in my hand, picked up the drawing board and went to the window to read in the moonlight.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into an indulgent smile.

Even he, who doesn't know much about painting, can see how serious she is when she paints.

She should like herself, right?
When he looked back at her, she was already awake, staring at him blankly. Not wanting to dazzle her eyes, he only turned on the small bedside lamp to let her adjust.

She sat over and pointed at the painting and asked, "Do you like brother?"

Yan Shuangshuang's face flushed red, and she had no idea how to answer.

Turned into an ostrich again.

There is absolutely no way to answer this kind of question!

And the word "brother" is too weird, right?
He seemed to be teasing himself.

But then I thought again, Qin Ting seemed to be calling me "big brother" all the time, maybe I was overthinking it?

Yan Shuangshuang didn't know whether he did it intentionally or not, but she was too embarrassed to answer.

Although the light was not very bright, Qin Yansheng could still see her red face clearly.

He rubbed her head with his big hands and said gently, "If you're embarrassed to answer, just nod or shake your head, okay?"

Yan Shuangshuang hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Do you like your brother?" he asked again.

Yan Shuangshuang bit her lower lip, glanced at him, then quickly looked away, nodding weakly.

Really, she put all her courage into it.

Then a low, pleasant laugh came from above my head.

As the lights in the ward came on, Qin Yansheng opened his lunch box and took out the porridge inside.

"Since you've been so good, I'll reward you with a bowl of porridge cooked by your brother."

Qin Yansheng raised his eyebrows and was in a good mood.

Yan Shuangshuang didn't know what expression to use to face him.

It was the same again, after I asked for my answer, there was no response.

Does he really like himself?

Before she could ask, a spoonful of porridge was already at her mouth. He fed her personally.

His face flushed again and he quickly took it, "I can do it myself."

(End of this chapter)