Dou Po's refining medicine can become stronger

Chapter 187 Convincing Qinglin
Dong dong dong, Qin Chuan knocked on Qinglin's door.

"Miss Qinglin is me."

After hearing this familiar voice, Qinglin hurriedly got out of bed and opened the door.

"Mr. Qin Chuan, you, why are you here, come in and sit down."

Qinglin hurriedly dressed up in front of the mirror, took Qin Chuan to sit on the stool in the room, and immediately poured Qin Chuan a glass of water.

After exchanging pleasantries, Qin Chuan looked at Qinglin and went straight to the point.

"I already know that your Motie mercenary group is leaving Shimo City. Girl Qinglin is telling the truth. I came here this time for this purpose."

Qinglin's hand in the water cup suddenly trembled, "So it's about this matter, is it the group leader who asked you to come here?"

"That's not the point, Miss Qinglin, why don't you want to go to Wutan City?"

Hearing this, Qing Lin subconsciously tugged on his sleeves, "People like me will scare everyone, so I'd better stay here."

Looking at this fourteen or five-year-old girl, Qin Chuan was inexplicably sad.

Qin Chuan flickered out of the corner of his eye, and immediately rolled up Qinglin's sleeves, revealing the hovering blue scales.

"It's because of this." Qin Chuan said while holding Qing Lin's wrist.

Qinglin's face was pale, her eyes dodged, "Qin, Mr. Qin Chuan, what are you doing?"

Qin Chuan stood up and took Qing Lin's hand to the window. The sunlight shone on Qing Lin's white and tender arms.

The cyan scales are gleaming and have a unique charm.

"Miss Qinglin, look at such beautiful scales, don't be so inferior and afraid of them."

"Master Qin Chuan, I, I..." Qinglin was at a loss for words for a moment.

Careful Qin Chuan found that there were some scratches on the scales, which would be hard to find if it wasn't for sunlight.

Where the scales and flesh were inlaid, there were actually small bright red scars.

"You bastard." Qin Chuan frowned, sighed, and took out a bottle of medicine powder from his pocket.

Qinglin looked like a thief with a guilty conscience, lowered her head, and wanted to take her hand back, but was stopped by Qin Chuan.

"Don't move around, I'll give you medicine." He opened the small medicine bottle, took a cotton swab and daubed it carefully.

Such a small wound is still so bright, and there has been no friction recently.

There are only wounds on the scales on the arm, so one can imagine who did it.

When the powder was sprinkled, Qinglin couldn't help clenching her teeth, her face was flushed, she suppressed the pain, and moaned in a low voice.

"Don't hold back, just cry, it will make you feel better." Qin Chuan said while wiping gently.

Tears flashed in the corners of Qing Lin's eyes.

"Next time, you won't be allowed to hurt yourself like this. Don't ruin such a beautiful arm. Promise me."

Qinglin looked at Qin Chuan's serious face, tears burst into tears, and she twitched twice.

The childish voice choked up, with a bitter tone, "For so many years, everyone has been afraid of me and alienated me, only Captain Xiao and the others have pity on me and don't despise me.

Only then did I have a home, and I wanted to live an ordinary life like an ordinary person, but everything was so far away in front of me.

But, but these scales make me cold-eyed, it's beyond my control, what's wrong with me. "

In Qing Lin's heart, perhaps for a moment, she felt that Captain Xiao and the others simply pity themselves.

But she is still very grateful to them, at least she doesn't have to die of cold or starvation in a dilapidated house...

In the final analysis, it is because of the eyes of others and the inferiority complex in my heart.

Qin Chuan stood up, and gently wiped Qinglin's eye sockets with his thumb, wiping away some tears.

After brewing emotions for a while, he took two heavy breaths and said seriously...

"Girl Qinglin, you don't have to care about other people's eyes. People live for themselves, not for others. At least in my opinion, these scales are really beautiful. Maybe they are just jealous."

Qin Chuan gently stroked Qinglin's head, Qinglin raised her head slightly and looked directly into Qin Chuan's eyes.

"In this world, everyone is unique, and these blue scales are the mark that makes you unique."

Speaking of which, Qin Chuan opened his left hand, revealing the fire pattern, "Qinglin, look at the fire pattern, which is strange in shape, and its appearance is not comparable to your scales, but I don't care about it, and it doesn't affect my life.

In fact, what you care about the most is often what you feel the most inferior to, and what you want the most may be what you are about to lose.

The hand that wants to sew the needle too much will tremble, and the emotion that wants to grasp too much will often escape.

There is a kind of defeat called occupation, and there is a kind of victory called retreat. Why should we care too much? "

It's hard to be perfect in life.Many people in life feel inferior because of their own shortcomings, so that they lose the will to live.

But how many truly perfect people can there be?
Hearing these words, Qinglin seemed to be touched, with a dull expression on her face.

Qin Chuan accidentally saw the brush on the side, and immediately tapped the ink, and drew on his other arm in two or three strokes. After a few simple strokes, the outline of an animal was gradually outlined.

The painting turned out to be a naive turtle.

"Mr. Qin Chuan, you, what are you doing?" Qing Lin looked at Qin Chuan in astonishment.

"If you still have this lump in your heart, I will accompany you. In the future, I will go out with my sleeves on both sides."

As soon as Qin Chuan said this, the corners of Qinglin's eyes widened involuntarily.

"My lord, you..." Her voice was choked with sobs.

"Will you feel better if I do this?" Qin Chuan asked.

Qinglin wiped away her tears, took Qin Chuan's hand and said, "Thank you, Young Master, I feel much better when you say that, and I will face this scale bravely."

Seeing that Qinglin was finally able to try to get out of this knot in his heart, although he didn't know if he could practice it in the future, Qin Chuan was very pleased, and his enlightenment was not in vain.

"Then you have to be obedient and follow Xuelan to Wutan City to live a good life."

After finishing speaking, Qin Chuan was about to leave, but Qinglin suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Mr. Qin Chuan, what about you?"

Qin Chuan looked at the fallen leaves slowly falling outside the window, the sun was shining brightly, "You Motie Mercenary Group is leaving this Stone Desert City, and I don't plan to stay here for a long time, I will leave in a few days."

I roughly broke my fingers, and there is not much time left for this trip. If there is nothing to delay, it is time to go back.

"Mr. Qin Chuan, where are you going?" Qing Lin asked quickly.

He shook his head, "I don't know that either."

Qing Lin lowered her head and asked with some shyness, "Qin, Mr. Qin Chuan, can I come with you?"

"What, you want to follow me?" Qin Chuan was struck by lightning, "Girl Qinglin, don't talk nonsense."

Qinglin lowered her head, pursed her tender lips, her chest heaved violently, as if she had made a complete decision, she looked at Qin Chuan firmly, "Young Master Qin Chuan, I have already made up my mind, I want to follow you!"

This was the first time Qin Chuan saw such a resolute look in the Qinglin girl's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart.

(End of this chapter)