translated_Chapter 73

73: Passing By

“Brother Qiu… you’re here.” Su Yuyang wiped his tears.

Qiu Ci stood beside him: “It’s okay, the piano…”

“Do you know where the piano came from?” Su Yuyang asked him.

“No.”

“The piano’s previous owner had a sudden heart attack and passed away, and the children didn’t want to continue taking care of it.” The tissue in Su Yuyang’s hand was crumpled into a ball and then torn to shreds.

Qiu Ci sat next to him: “I am very grateful for the piano’s companionship during this time. Compared to before, my condition has improved a lot. I hope it will reunite with its owner in the future.”

“But I still can’t bear to part with it.” Su Yuyang muttered.

“It lives in the past. When you miss it, just remember the times when you played games in the yard.” Qiu Ci handed him another tissue: “Okay, let’s send it to be cremated.”

It wasn’t until evening that they brought the piano, now a pile of ashes, to Qiu Ci’s yard and buried it.

“Piano, you must eat well and drink well over there, buy whatever you want to eat.” Su Yuyang cried while burning paper money.

His emotional needs were fully met today.

Qiu Ci discovered from the surveillance that Qiu Shi had not returned to their home.

He found the studio’s surveillance footage again.

Sure enough, she was there.

And, she wasn’t alone.

When Qiu Ci arrived at the studio, he wore a mask and sunglasses.

Jing Yueming squatted for several days before finally finding Qiu Shi, and the two chatted in the studio for a while.

Everything was fine at first, but for some reason, Qiu Shi suddenly became unnatural and urged him to leave.

Jing Yueming left the gift for Qiu Shi, put on his coat, and went out.

He looked at his phone, preparing to call a cab.

In the bright corridor, a man in a trench coat bumped into him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Jing Yueming quickly apologized.

The man waved his hand and continued on his way, in the opposite direction from Jing Yueming.

This figure was so familiar.

Jing Yueming was a little worried. The man was wearing a mask and hat, so he couldn’t see his face, and he was sneaking towards Qiu Shi’s studio.

His phone rang.

“Hello? Oh, you’re here? I’ll be right there.”

The taxi driver called him.

Jing Yueming saw that the man still hadn’t stopped after passing the studio, so he didn’t think much about it and took the elevator down.

He didn’t see it.

That man turned back and used a key to open the door to Qiu Shi’s studio.

“Sister, aren’t you going home yet?” Qiu Ci asked.

“I’ll paint for a while longer.” Qiu Shi’s left hand, holding the paintbrush, was shaking slightly.

The strokes also had a curve.

“Are you painting us?” Qiu Ci asked curiously, leaning on Qiu Shi’s shoulder.

Qiu Shi nodded: “Look, this is a twin.” As she spoke, she pointed to Qiu Ci. There were only two blurry shadows of babies on the draft.

“What are they doing? Just born? Or are they sick?” The postures of the two babies in the painting were very wrong, as if they were soaking in water.

“They are in the womb, soaking in amniotic fluid.” Qiu Shi was serious, like an artist.

Qiu Ci couldn’t help but think, if only you were my sister, maybe you were originally my sister, but everyone just didn’t remember.

It would be good if Qiu Shi wasn’t so assertive since she was a child. Qiu Ci was determined to believe that Qiu Shi’s ideas were also great. A good brain is better than anything.

“Isn’t it late? Let’s go home, you still have to cook.” Qiu Ci urged.

Qiu Shi obediently packed her bag, and a folded sketch paper was inside.

Qiu Ci was curious: “What is this? A draft?”

Qiu Shi’s eyes flickered, but in the end, she took out the paper: “Jing Yueming’s.”

Qiu Ci opened it, it was a red dress design draft.

It was still vintage style, this time the element chosen was red roses, and there were also reminders underneath, matching with which accessories.

The dress itself was very eye-catching. Jing Yueming’s concept, combined with vintage, was elegant and suitable for the current trend.

Qiu Ci sighed, it really was Jing Yueming’s style at a glance.

“He gave it to you?” Qiu Ci asked with a smile.

“Yes.” Qiu Shi packed her things.

“Let’s go, let’s go downstairs first.”

Since Qiu Shi got sick, Qiu Ci had almost forgotten about Jing Yueming.

In the end, it’s good to be busy.

Now that the piano had passed away, Qiu Ci no longer had a reason to ask for leave.

Actually, he could continue to ask for leave in the name of taking care of Qiu Shi.

But Qin Yishan was locked up at home, and if Qiu Ci didn’t go, CW Enterprise would really be leaderless.

After dinner, Qiu Ci was washing the dishes.

“Qiu Ci!” Qiu Shi shouted inexplicably.

Qiu Ci was startled: “What’s wrong?”

“Where’s my phone?” Qiu Shi questioned her.

Qiu Ci’s expression relaxed: “That phone is so old, I thought you weren’t using it anymore, so I threw it away.”

Qiu Shi suddenly became angry, and her shoulders began to shake: “You know it’s so old, I still kept it, it must be very important, why did you–” As she spoke, tears suddenly welled up, Qiu Shi retched, and quickly ran to the bathroom, hugging the toilet, vomiting her dinner while cursing Qiu Ci for throwing away her phone.

Qiu Ci poured a glass of warm water and waited for her to finish vomiting.

“Why did you throw my th—retch—cough cough.”

“You threw it away, you threw it away, how am I going to call her—retch…”

Qiu Shi vomited and cried, her whole face covered in liquid, and her body trembled involuntarily, the amplitude getting larger and larger.

Ten minutes had passed, and she had vomited out bile.

Qiu Shi was like a child wanting to get her favorite toy, using vomiting and crying to force Qiu Ci.

Just one sentence of throwing it away, and the reaction was so big?

Until Qiu Shi could no longer vomit anything, her face turned pale, Qiu Ci opened his mouth: “I didn’t throw it away.”

Qiu Shi’s disgusting face turned around, staring at Qiu Ci.

“Really didn’t throw it away, I’ll get it for you.” If he didn’t give it to her, Qiu Shi would probably cause a scene at the hospital.

Qiu Ci helplessly went back to the bedroom and found the cracked phone on the bedside table.

Qiu Shi reached out to take it, that hand still covered with snot and bile.

“Wash your hands, forget it, take a shower and change your clothes.”

Qiu Shi ignored what he said and insisted on snatching the phone.

Qiu Ci dodged: “Look, it’s working.” He pressed the power button, and the broken phone could actually be used: “If you don’t wash yourself clean, I won’t give it to you.”

Qiu Shi had no choice but to take a shower.

The scent of the shower gel did not cover the sour smell of vomit on her body.

Qiu Ci sprayed air freshener in the air to relieve it slightly.

On the table was not only a cracked phone, but also a bowl of clear soup noodles sprinkled with chopped green onions, and a fried egg on top, and a small dish of sweet and savory pickles that Qiu Shi liked.

Clearly, it was the most ordinary bowl of noodles, and normally no one would make it for Qiu Shi, except Tsukimi Rin.

Qiu Shi felt her eyes moist.

“Eat it, I’ll throw it away later.” After Qiu Ci finished speaking, he went to clean the bathroom that had just been used.

Qiu Shi remembered the years when Tsukimi Rin was pregnant, a period of time when she and Qiu Ci hadn’t met.

Qiu Ci would get up at four in the morning to soak beans and cook porridge for Tsukimi Rin.

He would learn about maternal knowledge and would make Tsukimi Rin happy.