"Affective deficit disorder?"

Yan Shang repeated Lin Yi's words, and the fingers on the edge of the desk unconsciously curled up.

"Yes." Lin Yi's voice on the other end of the phone was a little distorted, mixed with a faint current of "hiss".

"Xiao Qin has been quieter than other children since he was a child, he doesn't like to cry, grandma and grandpa learn everything very quickly, we thought it was the child's early wisdom at first, and later..."

The emotion of memory was conveyed in the voice, but Lin Yi did not elaborate.

Instead, he said: "My dad accidentally discovered Xiaoqin's abnormality, so he took her to see a psychiatrist, and he also did a psychiatric examination." ”

"As a result, apart from her lack of emotional perception and lack of communication with people, Xiao Qin has no other problems."

"So we only ask her to study seriously, and rarely interfere with other aspects."

After Lin Yi finished speaking, he suddenly chuckled and asked, "My parents also said that she was doing very well, and she couldn't see anything abnormal, how did you find out that something was wrong with her?" ”

"I taught her to write essays, and Lin Qin said that she couldn't understand what feelings were." Yan Shang also laughed.

The seriousness of the conversation quietly disintegrated.

Lin Yi felt a lot more at ease, "Then you can take care of her more, and wait for my sister to come back and bring you gifts." ”

Yan Shanglang smiled: "Yes, Sister Lin is still polite to me." ”

The two exchanged a few more words and hung up the phone.

Yan Shang's face returned to calm, thought for a while, and turned on the computer to search for the works of Painter Zero.

The reason why he suddenly contacted Lin Yi was because of Secretary Fang's description of Painter Zero just now.

"An indifferent observer on the edge of the world".

It is very bizarre to cut into the dissonance of Lin Qin's daily behavior.

Yan Shang finished reading all the works of Painter Zero, recalled in his mind the scene of Lin Qin getting along after he found his house alone, got up and went downstairs, and drove to the No. 1 Middle School in the city.

"Uncle Yan." Lin Qin sat in the co-pilot and greeted casually.

Unlike ordinary children, they will say things like "Isn't your uncle busy with work" and "Just let the driver pick me up", showing reverence or affection for the elders, and there is an obvious attitude tendency between getting along.

Lin Qin was still as indifferent as ever, she didn't care who would pick her up, and she didn't care if Yan Shang came from work or came back from a business trip to pick her up.

"What do you want for dinner?" Yan Shang retracted his gaze, started the car, and asked as if chatting.

"Everything."

Lin Qin unlocked the screen, and a few days ago he forwarded a message from a painting friend who was soliciting papers.

Meow: Are you there, big guy? Is it in, is it in??

Meow: Are you free?

Meow: Can you give me some suggestions for reading the draft?

Meow: If you don't reply, I'll let you agree!

Meow: I sent you an email address to Q3Q

Lin Qin exited the chat interface, opened his mailbox, and received the file.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Shang saw her approaching the screen in the rearview mirror.

"Huh?" Lin Qin didn't hear clearly, and turned his head to look at him.

Yan Shang inadvertently turned his head to look at her for a moment, and retracted his gaze as if he was electrocuted.

It is said that a baby's eyes are pure black and gradually turn brown as they age.

Therefore, the dark black pupil color will appear clearer, giving people a natural sense of sincerity and innocence.

Yan Shang pursed his lips, and his brain involuntarily divided into two operating areas.

Part of it mobilized muscle memory to continue driving, and part of it thought about his own exploration of Lin Qin.

As an uncle, it is natural to take care of the younger generation, and it is normal to care about the little girl's academic performance and psychological state.

But the moment they looked at each other just now, he seemed to see something about to move from the reflection in Lin Qin's eyes.

However, that bit of imminent movement is like a catkins flying in the air, the trajectory is difficult to capture, and the landing place is difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Yan Shang didn't speak again, and Lin Qin turned his head and continued to read the draft.

Silence returned to the cabin, and the black car drove all the way into the underground garage.

Before the start of work on Tuesday, the comprehensive application to hire the painter Zero as the main creator of "Unbounded" was sent to Yan Shang's desk.

The morning meeting was followed by a separate feasibility meeting.

The result, of course, was a high vote pass.

At 6 p.m., the personnel department sent an invitation email to the artist.

However, Lin Qin didn't look at his phone immediately after school today.

She returned to the Longting Courtyard, saw that Yan Shang was not there, changed into a sports suit, and went downstairs into the gym.

Glancing at the various instruments with a metallic sheen, it was rare to feel the autonomic excitement of the brain, and the muscles began to tighten because of this excitement.

Lin Qin first stretched fully, then stepped on the treadmill, trotted to warm up for half an hour, and then carried out strength training.

Yan Shang likes to work out, and he also needs a good physical condition and plenty of energy to put into work.

Therefore, the gym at home is comparable to a high-end club, with aerobic and anaerobic equipment, boxing, archery, and shooting venues are all separately demarcated.

His habit is to get up early to exercise, and if he leaves work early, he will practice for an extra hour.

I didn't see Lin Qin when I went home today, thinking that she had already gone back to the room after dinner, so she changed into a sports vest as usual to pick up iron.

As soon as I stepped into the gym, I was greeted by a pair of slender arms stretched out like swan wings.

The little girl, who usually looks so thin that she seems to fall down with her back to the door, stretches her arms straight and pulls the elastic device down, and her muscles stretch out beautiful lines with the force.

The shoulder blades on both sides also converge towards the midline of the spine like butterfly wings.

An elegant sense of power and vigorous vitality are on the horizon.

Yan Shang's eyes flashed with appreciation.

He deliberately stepped on heavier steps, walked into the strength zone, and put himself into a fitness state together.

Lin Qin heard the footsteps, sensed his approach, and got up and walked out after making a set of movements.

"Did Uncle bother you?" Yan Shang stopped his movements and asked.

Lin Qin shook his head and left directly.

Yan Shang's eyes were gloomy, he turned around and raised the weight of the equipment to the weight limit, and lay down on his back to start bench pressing.

Lin Qin returned with a pen and paper and found a position with a moderate distance to sit down.

The legs are folded, the folder board is cushioned on the legs, and the paper is laid out, compared to Yan Shang, who is moving.

The muscles that become more and more prominent with the movements, the contours of the chest that rise and fall between breaths, the blue tendons on the forehead that are tense to the extreme and throb slightly, and the few drops of sweat that fall from the pull of gravity.

Between the square inches of the paper, the tension is fully revealed.

It is completely in line with Lin Qin's vision of federal pickets.

Self-disciplined and forbearing, seemingly gentle, not moving, once the target is locked, it will turn into a wolf with tearing force and explosion.

Although the sketch has been submitted, it does not prevent Lin Qin from continuing to appreciate and create.

The people she encounters every day are too commonplace, and a person like Yan Shang with good looks, figure, and temperament can attract her attention a little.

Yan Shang was a little blocked in his chest at first because the little girl saw him leaving, so he pushed the barbell more than a dozen times in succession to vent that bit of anger.

Before he had time to think about it, he caught a glimpse of Lin Qin sitting not far away writing and drawing, raising his eyes to look at himself from time to time.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to feed the barbell into the bayonet, and sat up with his abs exerting force.

"Lin Qin."

"Huh?"

Lin Qin was still pondering the changes in his muscles when he got up, and his fingertips continued to pull the pen shaft to slide, outlining a clear and clean arc.

Yan Shang didn't see the pattern on her paper clearly, and his eyes became darker.

Moving his Adam's apple, he asked in a dumb voice, "What are you drawing?" ”

"Local materials?"