Jiang Cong took the water cup and took a sip. Pointing at the word "He" on the wall, he casually asked, "Who wrote this? I remember you write with your right hand."
Chen Er undid the cuffs of her shirt. Inside her wrist, there was a wound that had already healed but still left an obvious scar.
"My hand was injured in an accident two years ago, so this scar was left. Since the injury was right on the tendon, it would hurt when I wrote with my right hand because the tendon was affected."
Chen Er's narration was clear and logical. Jiang Cong didn't find any signs of her lying.
She had indeed written with her right hand before, so there was a thin layer of callus on her middle finger. But after the injury, for convenience, she switched to writing with her left hand.
Jiang Cong understood the implied meaning that Chen Er didn't say out loud.
Thinking this way, it made sense.
"Then why on earth did you carve the word 'He' on the wall?" Jiang Cong shifted the focus of his attention.
Seeing that Jiang Cong finally stopped asking about her writing with her left hand, Chen Er just let out a sigh of relief when she heard him ask about the word "He" again.
In her mind, her thoughts were racing, trying to figure out a way to deal with it.
To avoid arousing Jiang Cong's suspicion, Chen Er deliberately put on a shy and charming look to confuse him for the time being.
Jiang Cong didn't urge Chen Er to explain immediately. He turned around, sat down on the edge of the bed, propped his chin with his hand, and patiently waited for Chen Er's answer.
A suspicious blush crept up Chen Er's ears. Her eyes were filled with a shiny light. As if recalling something, the corners of her mouth couldn't stop curving upwards.
Jiang Cong was taken aback. Was this... a sign of a secret crush?
Chen Er knew that once Jiang Cong saw someone, he would subconsciously analyze their actions. This had become a natural habit.
So she grasped the characteristics of a person with a secret crush to mislead Jiang Cong's first reaction, so that he would subconsciously believe what she was going to say next.
Chen Er cleared her throat and hesitated before speaking, "Actually... the reason is that I had a secret crush on a boy before. You know, little girls like to write the names of their crushes on paper."
Jiang Cong's eyelids twitched slightly. "Go on."
Chen Er's face turned even redder. She kept rubbing her hands and gently bit her lower lip with her white teeth. "I... I liked him so much at that time, and I was in the rebellious stage of being a teenager. So I had the idea of carving his name on the wall."
"Why did you only carve the word 'He'?" Jiang Cong seemed determined to get to the bottom of it. The warm water in the glass was already gone.
Chen Er quickly grabbed the glass, turned around, and walked towards the kitchen.
When she came back, she was holding a full glass of warm water again.
She handed the glass to Jiang Cong and continued the previous topic, "You know, my right hand was injured. At that time, I had just started writing with my left hand. Naturally, I was not used to it and it was very strenuous. So to save time and effort, I only wrote 'He'."
After this explanation, Jiang Cong believed what Chen Er said. He couldn't help but sigh. Maybe he had thought too much.
No matter how precocious the girl in front of him was, she was just a child after all. How could she be so scheming?
Chen Er walked to the window. The rain outside was gradually stopping and it had already stopped.
"The rain has stopped. You can go home now." Chen Er lay on the windowsill, tilted her head, and issued an order to evict Jiang Cong.
Jiang Cong stood up from the bed. Without staying any longer, he lifted his feet and walked towards the door.
"By the way." Jiang Cong suddenly stopped at the entrance.
Chen Er's heart subconsciously tightened again, but she didn't show it on her face. She just let out a soft "hmm".
"Go to bed early. Don't be late for class tomorrow." Jiang Cong opened the door, walked out, and disappeared into the darkness.
Chen Er watched Jiang Cong leave until she couldn't see his figure anymore, then she closed the door.
Chen Er let down her guard. Leaning against the door, she slid down weakly and slumped to the ground.
Like a discarded cloth doll, she hugged her knees tightly and buried her head in them.
"Sister, I'm so tired." Chen Er's soft whisper echoed in the empty house.
Once upon a time, Chen Er had a seemingly perfect family.
Although her mother died in childbirth because of giving birth to her, her father thought it was her who had killed her mother.
The loss of his beloved wife dealt a devastating blow to Chen Er's father.
He started drinking heavily every day and got dead drunk.
And a drunk father was even more terrifying.
He was like a crazy man without any reason, beating and scolding Chen Er wantonly to vent his inner anger.
Chen Er chose to endure her father's scolding silently because she didn't want the last bit of comfort to leave her.
Chen Er was lonely.
Originally, she still had a sister by her side to rely on and confide her inner pain to.
But now, she was all alone.
Wandering alone in this world.
They say that both good fortune and misfortune have an end.
But Chen Er felt that she probably didn't have the qualification to have simple happiness like ordinary people anymore.
After Jiang Cong left Chen Er's house, because it had just rained, the air was filled with the fragrance of the earth.
A coolness came over, making Jiang Cong's mind clearer.
Maybe in other people's eyes, Chen Er was an out - and - out delinquent girl.
Fighting, smoking, skipping classes, and drinking.
She had almost all the hallmarks of a delinquent girl.
But in Jiang Cong's heart, he never thought that Chen Er was really as she appeared to be.
This was just a kind of protective color.
Just as he used his coldness to keep people at a distance and scare away wave after wave of admirers.
His parents had also implicitly urged him several times, hinting that it was time for him to start a family and a career.
Jiang Cong also cooperated and went on several blind dates. The girls were quite satisfied with Jiang Cong as soon as they saw him, and their eyes were full of obsession with him.
There were a lot of utilitarian things in it.
There was admiration for his appearance and satisfaction with his current achievements.
It seemed that marriage was just a well - matched competition and a combination for maximizing benefits.
Gradually, Jiang Cong felt more and more bored.
Every time, after a hasty meal, he would politely decline, saying that the girl was not his type.
He used work to numb himself, participating in all kinds of research conferences and helping to solve various difficult cases.
Jiang Cong had seen too much darkness and evil in the world. He originally thought that there would be no pure people in this world.
Until he met Chen Er.
The clear eyes of the girl firmly attracted his attention.
There was no impurity in them. Even the last time when she invited him, her eyes were also open and aboveboard.
This made Jiang Cong feel that what Chen Er really saw was him as a person, not Professor Jiang surrounded by a halo.