Stardust in the Moonlight: Little Wildcat, Don't Try to Run Away

Chapter 140 He will never let her feel any pain again

Mo Chen paused for a moment, then he looked up and looked at me with a smile.

"I saw that you have had back pain these past two days. I wanted to go back to Grandpa's house tonight so that you could have a rest, but who told you to flirt with me again!"

"I was wrong! It's a good idea to take a night's rest." I looked at Mo Chen with a smile.

Mo Chen looked at me for a while, then he stood up and let me go with a smile.

I sit tight, my waist is really not good...

Mo Chen reached out and rubbed my waist. His palms were very warm, which made me feel much more comfortable.

Along the way, Mo Chen drove with one hand and gently rubbed my waist with the other hand. It was so comfortable that I almost fell asleep while rubbing it.

Arriving at Grandpa's house, after dinner, we went to Grandpa's study.

The housekeeper handed Grandpa two stacks of documents, and Grandpa opened them and took a look, then handed the documents in his hand to us.

"That's perfect. These are the students the group is going to sponsor this year. You two can take a look. There are a few art students here. Rongyue, you can take a look too."

Mo Chen and I took the documents.

"Grandpa, you can decide on this matter." Mo Chen put the document down without even opening it.

I opened it and read a few pages. It was student information and introductions to the universities they were going to study abroad.

My hand paused at a page. It was the application materials for my university and art student study abroad. There were also brief introductions to the corresponding foreign universities.

I read the profiles of foreign universities for a while.

"Are you interested?" Mo Chen took the document from my hand and looked at it.

I did not say anything.

"Rongyue, Grandpa remembers that you were majoring in oil painting before your junior year. Why did you suddenly change your major? With your grades at that time, you could have gone to this school to study abroad."

"Um…"

Grandpa smiled and said, "I thought at the time that God wanted to bring you and Mo Chen together. If you went abroad to study, you and Mo Chen might really run into each other. These two schools often organize student activities and get-togethers."

"Is it…"

My heart was shaken. It turns out that we could have something in common.

"You drew so well back then, why don't you draw anymore?" Grandpa looked at me with a frown.

Snapped!

I looked at Mo Chen, and he threw the documents in his hand on the table. He lowered his head and didn't look at me, but he seemed to be suppressing his anger.

I shook Mo Chen's hand. Mo Chen looked at me and I frowned at him.

Mo Chen sighed, he looked at his grandfather and said, "Grandpa, how did you know Rongyue was good at painting, and how did you know that she could be admitted as a recommended student because of her good painting skills?"

"This could be my future granddaughter-in-law. Of course I have always been paying attention to her. Since she was a child, I have sent people to check on her situation from time to time. In college... I still have a lot of her photos here."

"Photos? Then take them out, I want to see them." Mo Chen's eyes lit up and his tone was arrogant.

"You kid! Your wife is right in front of you, why are you looking at the photo!" Grandpa looked at Mo Chen with a smile.

"I just want to see it!"

Grandpa and I both laughed, and Mo Chen suddenly became a little childish.

After a while, Uncle Guan came back with a booklet. There was a label on the cover with the word "University" written on it.

Mo Chen opened the booklet and found that it contained photos of me, which were sorted into categories, starting from my freshman year.

I have never taken a photo myself, and I don't know when my grandfather asked someone to take it.

Freshman and sophomore year.

I was still very young and immature at that time. I went to college and studied while teaching in a painting studio.

For the cost of tuition and painting supplies, because painting is a luxury skill.

In the summer, I have several white long skirts that I change into because they are convenient and cool. In the winter, a white short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans with a down jacket can get me through the entire winter.

In the photos, I was walking hurriedly on the way to school with a piece of bread in my mouth. It seemed like I had just finished class and was rushing to the studio to substitute for a class.

I have never seen myself like this. On the green road of the school, I ran, my long hair was gently lifted up, and it just happened to intertwine with the fallen leaves, which looked very beautiful.

Sometimes I would sit in class and sleep with my head propped up. This was a public class, and I would fall asleep within 10 minutes of the teacher’s lecture. This was a good opportunity for me to catch up on some sleep.

Sometimes when I sit in the studio, I like to sit directly on the floor so that the drawing board is stable and I don’t have to worry about it. It also gives me plenty of room to work with. When I feel sleepy, I can just lie on my legs and take a nap, then continue painting when I wake up.

From time to time, color would get on my body and clothes, but I didn't notice it. Every time I got home, my grandma would scold me and ask me to wash clothes, but I only loved white clothes.

I look at myself in the photo, who is obsessed with the oil canvas. I look young and lively, as if I have forgotten time and space, and I don’t care whether I get myself dirty. I miss myself at that time so much, my life was busy but I loved painting passionately.

Mo Chen turned around and looked at me with a smile, as if he was also infected by me at that time.

I laughed too.

"Take Rongyue for example. She really worries me. I have to change the people I send to take pictures of her from time to time. The pictures taken by these guys look like photo albums. I'm afraid they have bad intentions towards Rongyue!" Grandpa looked at me and smiled.

I laughed too. “I didn’t notice anyone taking pictures of me. I was too busy at the time, busy earning tuition and busy painting, and I couldn’t see anything else.”

Grandpa nodded. "I can see that. Later, I saw how tired you were from running back and forth, so I specially set up a special scholarship for the oil painting major in your school, hoping that you would not have to struggle for a living and could paint well. I saw that you often slept during large classes, and sometimes fell asleep while sitting in the studio. You must be tired."

I thought about it, and I did receive a scholarship suddenly in the second semester of my sophomore year. I found it strange at the time.

"So that scholarship was established by you, Grandpa. I was so happy that I didn't have to run around anymore. I could finally sleep well."

Grandpa smiled.

Mo Chen flipped through the photos page by page. There were many photos of me and close-ups of my works.

Until I saw the page marked junior year appear.

That was the beginning of my nightmare.

"It's strange, you didn't seem as happy since your junior year. Did something happen?" Grandpa looked at me.

“Well, the pressure was really a bit high at that time.”

I don’t want to talk about that period with my grandfather. I only realized today that he helped me a lot.

Grandpa nodded. "From the photos you took when you were a junior, I always felt that you were very depressed. Later, I sent someone to find out more about it. The school explained that there was competition for study abroad places, so students were under a lot of pressure in their junior year. Grandpa didn't take it seriously. Some things you need to fight for yourself."

I nodded too.

My eyes returned to the photo.

I saw Mo Chen's eyes fixed on a photo.

I looked carefully and saw that I was sitting in front of the painting with my head buried in my arms, my right hand stretched forward, and I seemed to have fallen asleep.

My right hand was bandaged and there were bruises all over my arm, extending to my shoulder and shoulder blade. The white halter dress I was wearing separated the bruises on my back.

The memories of that time rushed back to my mind all at once. That was the first time I rebelled against that pervert.

"Grandpa, this photo looks abnormal. Why don't you learn more about it?" Mo Chen pointed his finger at the photo, his voice filled with anger.

Grandpa looked at the photo and frowned.

"Oh, this one. We sent someone to investigate and even asked Rongyue's instructor about it. They said she was hit by a car. But we didn't get anything out of it. I thought it was normal for this girl to be irritable since she was young. But since then, she always has a bandage on her right hand. The people who came back also said it was because she drew too much and her hand hurt, so they used it to fix her hand."

Grandpa looked at me and said, "Is that so, Rongyue?"

"Yes."

Mo Chen frowned and looked at me.

I also frowned at Mo Chen, signaling him with my eyes not to ask about grandpa anymore.

Mo Chen lowered his head and stopped talking. His hand was pressed on my photo, and veins were exposed.

He paused for a moment and continued flipping through the photos.

I took a quick look at the photos from that period, and in every one of them I was drawing, my hands were wrapped in bandages. That was indeed the norm for me as a junior.

After the photos of my junior year, there are no more photos.

"Why did it disappear in my junior year?" Mo Chen looked at his grandfather.

"Then you should ask her. The person who came back told me that senior year is a year for students to do independent internships. She changed her major and has been hiding at home. She doesn't even go out. What's there to film?"

"Actually, I saw her work in her junior year. As far as I know, the school's admission quota was confirmed to be hers, and I had already decided to sponsor her, but she resolutely changed her major. When I asked her again, she had already completed all the procedures, and there was nothing I could do. Tell me, girl, what was wrong with you at that time! You gave up such a bright future!" Grandpa looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, and his tone became hard.

I suppressed the discomfort in my heart.

"My hands... hurt so much. I really can't paint anymore." My heart trembled with pain.

My right hand was wrapped in warmth, and it was Mo Chen holding my hand.

I looked up at Mo Chen, and Mo Chen reached out and touched my head, "Don't think about it anymore."

"So do you still want to paint now?" Grandpa looked at me. "You like painting so much. Your hand is healed now. Why don't you continue to paint?"

I remained silent, not knowing how to answer my grandfather.

Mo Chen covered the book and held it in his hand. "It's getting late, Grandpa. You should go to bed early. We will go back soon."

Grandpa nodded.

Mo Chen pulled me up.

Mo Chen drove the car along the way, and I watched the scenery outside the car quickly passing by my eyes.

Neither of us said anything.

Arriving home, as soon as I got out of the car, I was picked up by Mo Chen.

"What are you doing? I can walk by myself!" I looked at Mo Chen who strode into the house.

"You always walk too slowly and lazily, and I can't wait." Mo Chen lowered his eyes and looked at me with a smile.

I had no choice but to hug his neck and said, "Didn't we say we'll take a break tonight?"

"I regret."

I smiled and looked at Mo Chen, "Then can you be gentler? Don't hurt me."

"I will never hurt you again."

There was a sudden cut in my heart, as if a beam of light shone in.

I looked at Mo Chen with a serious expression and kissed his lips.