Wilson said in embarrassment: "Hands are more troublesome. But if you have money, it would be no problem to have a hand that looks like a real person."
"It looks like a real person's hand, can't it be a real person's hand?"
"It's been 24 hours, and there's no way it can be matched with a real person's hand." Wilson explained honestly.
Jing Jiaren felt very sorry...
"Actually, Master Leng's hands are pretty good now."
Jing Jiaren glared at him angrily: "What's the best place!?"
Jing Jiaren is rarely mean to Wilson, this may be the first time... Wilson was stunned for a moment and fell silent.
After a pause, she said: "Go and see Ximen Longting. Watch him and don't let him do anything impulsively."
"At times like this, I would be cannon fodder even if I went there."
"At times like this, you should go!"
Wilson had no choice but to turn around. Hey, what he fears most every day is the quarrel between his master and Jing Jiaren, which is simply devastating!
Jing Jiaren looked at Leng Lintian...
Is he still irrational? Why does he always show that calm smile?
He seemed to understand, the smile at the corner of his mouth froze slightly, and his handsome face became extremely cold and distant.
"Can you understand me? Do you know who I am and what my name is?"
Leng Lintian stared at her with slightly narrowed eyes.
"Tell me, who am I?"
"I don't know." A hoarse voice.
"You don't know who I am?" Jing Jiaren was surprised, "Then why are you so special to me..."
Leng Lintian stared at her. For the past four years, in the long dream that he couldn't wake up from, he saw a woman's figure with her back to him. He chased her, but he couldn't see her face.
The image of Jing Jiaren in front of him, from the moment he woke up, playing at the piano with her back to him, overlapped with the dream.
He didn't know who she was, he only knew that this woman must be very important.
If it wasn't important, how could it occupy his dream for four years? How could it be that once he closed his eyes, it was her back!
"Leng Lintian?" Jing Jiaren waved her fingers in front of his eyes.
Leng Lintian regained consciousness secretly.
"Now that your hands can move freely, can you walk?" Jing Jiaren asked, "You can speak, but can you read?"
Leng Lintian frowned slightly but said nothing.
Jing Jiaren waved her hand and asked someone to bring the magazine over: "Try now to see if you can read."
…
Time passed little by little, and Jing Jiaren stayed with Leng Lintian in the room all day.
First, teach him how to read, teach him how to strengthen his five fingers, and teach him how to hold a pen.
I also read some articles to him to clear up his discernment.
Although Leng Lintian has forgotten a little, after all, the thinking of an adult and his high IQ are still there.
Many things only need a little touch from Jing Jiaren.
"Your name is... Jing's family? (I heard Ximen Longting call her that all the time)" Leng Lintian held the pen stiffly and said, "Write."
Jing Jiaren wrote in the notebook: [Jing Jiaren.]
"Jing Jiaren, my name is Jing Jiaren."
Leng Lintian smiled frivolously, just like before, as if nothing had changed: "Jing Jiaren."
Even the tone of calling her sounds so similar...
Jing Jia's heart felt slightly sour, she nodded vigorously, and wrote on the back:
【Leng Lintian.】
"This is your name, Leng Lintian. Are you practicing writing?"