My Professor Shen

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyebrows, rubbing his fingertips on Stitch's big protruding eyes. In all fairness, the last time she was lucky enough to see such an old-fashioned object was in the drawer of her distant cousin.

It's full of calculations, my cousin is only eight years old this year, and Jiang Ling is a whole round older than her, so why do these hobbies coincide so coincidently.Shen Qingchuan took advantage of the situation and sat on the edge of the bed, there was a little worry in his clear eyes.

A small love lock is installed on the edge of the hard-shell notebook, and the outermost layer is covered with pink and tender plastic. Due to years of disrepair, the plastic shell has become brittle due to oxidation and lost a corner.

In fact, it can be opened without any effort, but without Jiang Ling's personal consent, Shen Qingchuan felt a little uneasy, what if there is hidden in it the secret thoughts of Jiang Ling's girl Huaichun.

Seeing it, isn't it just embarrassing myself for no reason.

Shen Qingchuan clenched the spine of the book tangled, his fingertips turned white slightly, and he said that he wanted to know more about his lover's past, but actually he wanted to satisfy the desire to spy in his heart.

In the end, reason overcame emotion, she still sighed, and put the notebook on the bedside table.

She had just put down the notebook and before she could put her hands back, there was a crisp unlocking sound of "click". Shen Qingchuan was slightly taken aback, and when she looked up, she saw the edge of the hard shell lifted, and through the small gap, she could glimpse the black handwriting.

It turned out that Jiang Ling didn't set a password at all, Shen Qingchuan's eyes flickered slightly, his lips curled up, and the last bit of psychological burden disappeared.

In order to borrow the bright sunlight outside, she leaned against the gray-white wall of the bay window, and placed her notebook flat on her lap. Shen Qingchuan gently tugged at the corner of the bathrobe, and somehow her palms became a little wet with tension.

She wiped off her sweat on the soft fabric, with a serious expression as if she was dealing with the company's confidential documents, and solemnly opened the first page.

The first thing that came into view was a plastic-covered photo, because of its age, the corners were still faintly yellow, but the back was facing upwards, and there was a word "light" crookedly written on it, Shen Qingchuan's heart skipped a beat.

Without hesitation, she turned the photo neatly, and in an instant her mind was occupied by five words - she is so cute.

It's just a conditioned reflex, and Professor Shen, who is full of knowledge, can't think of more gorgeous words to modify.

Xiao Jiangling was carrying a small pink schoolbag, carved in pink and jade, with exquisite facial features, vaguely showing a bit of her current look.

Bai Nen's face was flushed red, and his eyes were piercing. Standing in front of the camera, the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears. The contagious smile warmed Shen Qingchuan's heart, and he couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth.

The clothes on her body are a bit too big, and the style looks familiar. Take a closer look at the jar that Xiao Jiangling is holding in her arms, isn't it the sugar bowl quietly placed on the bedside.

Shen Qingchuan touched Xiao Jiangling's face with his fingertips, and the vague impression in his memory gradually became clear and three-dimensional.

The shooting location was Shen Qingchuan's dinner party. In the photo, he frowned with a livid face, and Shen Ming on the right was thoughtfully mosaiced.

In Xiao Jiangling's world, she is the only protagonist of the coming-of-age ceremony.

She is so obedient, Shen Qingchuan sighed inwardly.

After staring straight for a while, she quickly took out her mobile phone, took a photo from every angle of the photo, and then put the photo at her hand as if nothing had happened.

She touched the bridge of her nose guiltily, and turned a few pages back.

——"Wow, I met a beautiful sister today. I exchanged a lot of candies with the Stitches my mother bought for me! But my sister doesn't seem very happy."

Shen Qingchuan turned to this diary at once, as if she had her own destiny in the dark, Xiao Jiang Ling was very happy but could still pay attention to her emotions, she seemed to see the little girl crouching in front of the desk with a sad face, writing every stroke Write down this sentence.

The font is immature, but neat and tidy, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, this word has become unique here in Shen Qingchuan.

It has been three months since the next diary entry, and Xiaojiang Ling should have discovered the mark on the ribbon. The word "Chuan" is written all over the article, and the pauses in strokes have traces of deliberate copying. She is still small, her wrists are still weak, and her trembling shape does not seem like a god.

——"Grandpa told me today that the beautiful sister's name is Shen Qingchuan."

Shen Qingchuan chuckled, her shoulders were trembling slightly, her eyes stopped on her surname, because Xiao Jiangling wrote it in Pinyin.

——"My mother said that eating too much candy will cause tooth decay. She found my candy and said she would throw it away."

Shen Qingchuan frowned, with a faint displeasure lingering in her heart, she turned the page again with a cold face.

——"I brush my teeth seriously every day, and the equestrian teacher also praised me. I begged my mother for a long time, and she reluctantly let me keep it!"

The world of children is simple and innocent, and the casual promises of adults have become a source of happiness.Joy rushed across the long river of time, and Shen Qingchuan was also infected, his brows stretched, his eyes sparkled, and the tenderness seemed to overflow.

Children's concentration has always been a mystery, persistent diary writing is boring and tedious for Xiao Jiangling, so the time span of each diary is very long, but only from the intermittent clips, Shen Qingchuan also has the illusion of participating in her life .

Jiang Ling's records are mostly insignificant things, trivial matters among classmates, quarrels with her mother, occasional confusion and rebellion, as the age grows, the frequency of her name being mentioned becomes less and less , and finally slowly annihilated in the fragments of life.

Little heartless, Shen Qingchuan scolded with a smile in his heart.

She almost read the first half of the diary with a smile, and she could feel the vitality of children in just a few words. As the saying goes, three years old is old, Shen Qingchuan didn't understand how Jiang Ling suddenly became so cold and abstinent as an adult.

"Huh?" Shen Qingchuan was puzzled, and the diary stopped abruptly when he was about ten years old, and it took up half of the thickness of the notebook after only four years of recording.

She flipped back, and there was a stack of blank yellowed papers behind, the brand new ones had never been opened.Shen Qingchuan continued to rummage patiently, and finally saw another line of writing.

——"It's raining, Uncle Li came to pick me up, but I didn't see him."

Shen Qingchuan's eyes froze for a moment, and he squinted his eyes to look again, but he still couldn't understand who this "he" was?Father?

——"It was another rainy day. He was hysterical like a lunatic. Everything in the room was smashed. I really hate rainy days."

Shen Qingchuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and her heart felt uncomfortable as if someone was pinching her. She pressed her chest, and it took a long time for her to recover.

[Third uncle, help me find out what happened to the Jiang family ten years ago. 】Shen Qingchuan's face was ashen.

【Okay, miss. 】Ah San quickly replied.

She pursed her lips, Jiang Ling is no better than others, and it is always impolite to investigate behind the scenes, so she withdrew the message after thinking twice, 【No need. 】

【OK. 】Ah San quickly replied without asking why.

Shen Qingchuan bit her pale lips, and suddenly remembered the car accident that caused a lot of trouble in Jiang's family ten years ago. Tragic accidents have also been heard.

From Jiang Ling's attitude towards Mr. Jiang, the "he" here obviously refers to her father, the second young master of the Jiang family.

She collected herself and continued to flip with her fingertips.

——"On the first day grandpa left home, he couldn't wait to take a woman home, and while playing drunk, he asked why it wasn't me who broke his leg. My leg was hurt, but I was very happy, because I tore it up. broke his face."

Shen Qingchuan only felt that the beating of her chest was about to stop. She stared at the word "beat", her eyes turned red, and she wished to put the pain that Jiang Ling had suffered on Jiang Yiming now.

This should be regarded as the Jiang family's secret. The Jiang family's explanation to the outside world is that the mental state of the Jiang family's second young master was unstable after being disabled, and he was sent abroad to recuperate indefinitely. No one thought that it was because of abuse.

——"Today is my 13th birthday. Although I was locked in a small black room, I ate a piece of candy. I felt very sweet and I was very happy."

There was a water-stained mark on the paper, and the black ink smudged away. Shen Qingchuan rubbed the unevenness with his fingertips, and a tear fell on the back of his hand.She tore a piece of paper in a panic and wiped the corners of her eyes to keep tears from dripping on the notebook.

——"Today is my mother's death day, but I can't go out, and the candy is about to be eaten. I really want to ask my beautiful sister where she bought it, but I can't contact her, and I don't have money to buy it."

The son of a dignified family, the heir of the Dajiang family, since he didn't even have money to buy candy, he would probably laugh it off when he said it.

A picture appeared in front of my eyes, a dark and damp corner, a ragged child huddled in the corner, starved of food and naked, but just because of a little sweetness, he stretched his brows and his eyes shined brightly.

Obviously so obedient, so easy to satisfy.

[Third uncle, help me find out Jiang Yiming's recent situation, the more detailed the better. 】Shen Qingchuan's hazy eyes flashed sharply, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

The Jiang family couldn't do anything, she, Shen Qingchuan, vowed not to give up.

【OK. 】Ah San, who was standing nearby, scratched his head. He felt that today's young lady was extremely capricious.

【ASAP. 】Shen Qingchuan blew his nose.

【yes. 】After receiving the order, Ah San immediately began to deploy operations.

"Om~" Wechat prompts that there is new news.

Jiang Ling:【Is my sister awake?It's noon. 】

Shen Qingchuan's eyes softened, and she was extremely glad that Jiang Ling was still safe and sound by her side. She felt the sourness at the tip of her nose, and raised her neck again.

【woke up. ] Two words had just been typed in the dialog box, Shen Qingchuan paused with his fingertips, there was still a thin stack of diaries left to read, and then he pressed the delete button again.

Her eyes stopped on Jiang Ling's black head, and her lips were pursed into a straight line. This head was too gloomy, and it was an eyesore no matter how you looked at it.

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