Million UP school god plays me every day

The entire wall of the airport lobby is covered with floor-to-ceiling glass, and the sunlight hits the side face of the boy, highlighting the boy's sharp silhouette.

He raised his hand to lift the neckline, and Xie Lan found that the hand was well-boned, with clear phalanges and thin and strong wrist bones.

The owner of the hand said, "Forward me on WeChat?"

Xie Lan hesitated and said, "I don't use WeChat."

"Then Alipay?"

"Not yet, my phone is broken, you can tell me the bank account."

"No Alipay?" The man raised his head and suddenly said, "No wonder you speak a bit strangely, are you a foreigner?"

"Chinese." Xie Lan replied immediately, "Chinese is not good, but Chinese nationality."

He is annoying, very annoying.

Exactly the same camera, exactly the same official camera bag, and they all like to hang it on the school bag.

The question is what was it that hooked him just now?

His eyes glanced at the schoolbag hanging on the side of the person. There was a small decoration of a sycamore leaf hanging on the zipper, and there was something like an eggbeater with an open wire. It was probably the culprit who hooked this unlucky incident. .

Following his line of sight, the boy looked down, frowned and took off the "egg beater", muttering, "Che Ziming deserves a beating."

"What is this?" Xie Lan couldn't help asking.

"The one that massages the scalp, the kind that opens up the meridians of the brain for mentally handicapped children."

?

The other party threw it into the trash can casually, "My name is Dou Sheng, what do I call it?"

"Aron." His English name and Chinese name sound a bit similar.

"Oh. Do you have someone to pick it up?"

Xie Lan pursed his lips slightly, and gave a soft "um".

Dou Sheng picked up the phone and said slowly: "I'm also here to pick up someone. My cousin just returned to China. I'll call her first, and then I'll go find the person who picks you up with you and ask him to pay me. Do it privately, you can see it, right?"

In fact, there is no difference, the person who came to pick up Xie Lan was also a stranger, but Xie Lan had no choice but to nod.

Dou Sheng turned his back to make a phone call, and he stood not far away watching.

After a while, Dou Sheng pressed the phone and muttered while typing: "I won't be leaving..."

Xie Lan asked casually, "What time is the flight?"

"It landed at 10:[-], and it was [-] minutes before it was turned off."

Xie Lan subconsciously touched the ticket in his pocket, "Your cousin is from London?"

"Yes. Huh?" Dou Sheng suddenly looked up, "You too?"

Xie Lan nodded, "Maybe waiting for the consignment, or going through customs, go to the passageway and wait."

Dou Sheng clicked his tongue, "Forget about this, Uncle Ma even made a sign, let her feel the warmth of the motherland when she gets off the plane."

As he spoke, he took out a folded poster from his schoolbag, unfolded it, and exposed two lines of big characters in front of Xie Lan's eyes.

LanXie Xie Lan

Welcome home! (smile)

The handsome guy has an earthquake expression.

"This is your cousin??"

"Yeah." Dou Sheng walked forward with his hand across his chest.

"and many more!"

Xie Lan raised her hand to grab his sleeve, and stood in front of the two lines of writing.

Dou Sheng raised his eyelids, "Why?"

Xie Lan asked, "Do you know what she looks like?"

"I don't know what it looks like now. There is a photo of a six or seven-year-old girl who is rebellious." Dou Sheng poked his phone twice, and swung in front of Xie Lan, "Here."

The child with black eyes and red lips stood under the pine tree in the park, looking at the camera with some displeasure.

Small shirt, small scarf, small windbreaker, and leather shoes. He is dressed like a normal British boy. The only thing that looks like a girl is a red hairpin on his forehead. Because his forehead was broken, my mother was afraid that the hair would rub against the wound so she forced it on him. of.

Xie Lan's eyes were blank, and he suddenly wanted to go back to England.

Xie Jingming is really a ruthless person, he actually sent this kind of evildoer to drive him back in a fancy way.

He tore away the poster from Dou Sheng's hand, and folded it in twos and twos.

Dou Sheng frowned, "What are you doing?"

Xie Lan had hatred in his eyes, "Are you sure it's a woman?"

"Isn't it obviously a woman? What does it matter to you?"

Xie Lan stared at him without answering, and after a while, Dou Sheng suddenly frowned.

His Adam's apple slid twice, kept calm and reopened the photo, and held it next to Xie Lan's face.

for a long time.

"that--"

"Dare to ask the young hero's Chinese name——"

"Xie Lan."

"..."

After checking the ID information, the two faced each other in silence for a while.

Until Xie Lan spoke first and greeted: "It's the first time we meet, how are you?"

It sounds very much like "Meeting you for the first time, why don't you die."

The corners of Dou Sheng's mouth twitched, and he nodded slightly after a long while, "Hmm. It's pretty good, how about you?"

Before Xie Lan could roll his eyes, he clicked his tongue again, leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "When you were young, did you like to issue cards? Do you still have that...unique habit?"

"..."

Xie Lan squeezed the other eight knuckles with both thumbs, so that her expression did not collapse: "Does your mother know that I am a boy?"

Dou Sheng pondered for a while, "I should know, but I didn't explain it clearly on the phone."

"Who else knows about this?" Xie Lan asked again.

"what's up?"

Xie Lan's eyes were filled with anger, "Cousin."

"Oh... this..."

Dou Sheng reached into his pocket to touch his phone, and said in a very low voice, "Just a few fans, um, maybe a million or so."

Xie Lan didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"It's nothing." Dou Sheng raised his head steadily, "I must have misunderstood, let's go, the driver is waiting in the parking lot."

The driver, Xiao Ma, is a chubby man with one eyelid. He has a smiling face and greets him very kindly.

The car quickly drove out of the airport expressway and drove onto the overpass of City H. Under the bridge was the river that divided the city into two.

Xiao Ma introduced while driving, "Our neighborhood is called Wangjiang Liying. Remember, it used to be called Wangjiang Alley, and you can take a taxi and call it any one."

Xie Lan knew that outside Wangjiang Lane, the name had appeared too many times in her mother’s handbook. Outside Wangjiang Lane, there were towering sycamore trees. It took 32 steps to get out of the house. A few bright spots remain.

He lowered his eyes, he was very resistant to the fact of staying in a stranger's house in his heart, and planned to politely reject it at the dinner table.

Leaving aside his unreliable son, Zhao Wenying has a very good temperament, wearing a light brown one-piece cashmere dress, bright and elegant.

She is very familiar, without any reserve or politeness, just as Xie Lan called auntie, she dragged her to wash her hands, pushed her to the table and sat down.

Zhao Wenying smiled: "Are you tired from flying? Let me tell you, I'm going home when I arrive at Auntie. As the saying goes, get on the bus and get off the noodles. I didn't do anything else all afternoon, so I just stewed this bowl of noodles. Try it soon." taste."

The abalone and white shellfish in the white porcelain bowl are stewed in golden soup, bright and beautiful, covering the hand-rolled noodles below.Zhao Wenying handed the chopsticks to Xie Lan, and thoughtfully put a fork by his hand.

Xie Lan had just picked up the chopsticks after thanking her, when Zhao Wenying suddenly sighed with emotion.

"You and Lang Jing are so similar." She said softly, "When she was in school, she said that she wanted to give birth to a handsome man, who was well-educated and polite, and it would be more face-saving to take it out. Now it seems that her wish has come true Ah, after marrying someone she likes and giving birth to such a wonderful son, God treats her kindly."

Xie Lan's hands on his legs trembled slightly.

Xie Lan's mother's name is Xiao Langjing. Four or five months after her death, Xie Lan discovered the handbooks she had been writing for more than 20 years while sorting out her belongings.

What Zhao Wenying said, Xie Lan had also seen similar words on those yellowed pages.

Those ink-stained words let him glimpse the young girl's youth that his mother didn't know about, but time had taken her away from him forever.

Because of this recall of the past, Xie Lan swallowed back the excuse he had thought of.

"Lan Lan." Zhao Wenying asked softly, "Your father said that you want to take the college entrance examination in China, and you don't want to be naturalized in the UK?"

Xie Lan wasn't sure how many father-son conflicts Xie Jingming had told her impromptu, so he could only hum vaguely.

"Then auntie will help you contact the school. You can't delay the class, so get started first."

Xie Lan was a little surprised when he heard this, he thought Xie Jingming had found a lobbyist.

Zhao Wenying sent a few messages on her mobile phone, asking Xie Lan, "What grade do you study in?"

Xie Lan hesitated for a moment, "Probably corresponds to the sophomore year in domestic high school."

"That's the same as beans, what classes do you take?"

"Course elective system, I chose mathematics, physics, chemistry, and economics."

"Which subject is better?"

"Math."

Xie Lan immediately said, "The language must be the weakest in the country."

Zhao Wenying said it was ok, "Your father said that you have not changed your nationality, and your household registration is still here. It happens that the second year of high school starts tomorrow, and the principal promised you to go to Douzi's class for two days first, and see where you can go after the placement test. .”

Xie Lan had learned about the domestic education system, so she nodded and said thank you.

Zhao Wenying switched to the tone of Lafayette and asked Dou Sheng, "How will the division be arranged this time?"

Dou Sheng crookedly flicked his phone in his seat, and said casually: "Science is divided into two A's, one traditional A, the top 50 in the total score, and one math and science A, sprinting for self-enrollment next year, the top [-] in the two subjects of mathematics and physics If you are satisfied, you will be given priority in Mathematics A, and the rest will be in the back row according to the total score of [-] people."

He spoke very slowly. I don't know if he was afraid that Zhao Wenying would not understand, or he wanted to explain to Xie Lan deliberately.

Zhao Wenying nodded, "Most of you in class four will get into mathematics and science A?"

Dou Sheng hummed, "Change the name of the class, and those in the back row will go out a few, and the teacher will not change."

Xie Lan understood that Class [-] should be the best class currently.

Can't tell, someone who can't tell the difference between men and women is still in the best class.

Zhao Wenying turned her head and said to Xie Lan, "Strive to get into the top three hundred. I have inquired about it before, and the teachers in the top three hundred are actually pretty good."

The first three hundred.

Xie Lan was shocked and straightened his waist.

"How many people in total?"

Zhao Wenying said with emotion: "This session is full, and there are more than 600 science subjects."

"..."

They seem to have some misunderstanding about his grades.

Xie Lan was thinking about how to correct this misunderstanding, but Zhao Wenying suddenly looked at Dou Sheng, and kindly restrained herself suddenly.

"By the way, what about the cake I asked you to order?"

Xie Lan was stunned, and after realizing it, she curled her fingers subconsciously, and then looked at Dou Sheng.

Dou Sheng picked up another bowl of noodles for himself, lowered his head and snorted, and said vaguely and indifferently, "Oh, I forgot."

"Forgot??!" Zhao Wenying raised her voice suddenly, "Can you be more reliable?! My old lady told you two things in total. The first one was to pick you up at the airport, and the second one was to order a cake. I can't understand anything!"

Zhao Wenying crackled, and Dou Sheng rubbed his ears, ate his noodles without saying a word.

Xie Lan heaved a sigh of relief, it was so embarrassing to celebrate his birthday together the first time he saw her, so much so that he felt that Dou Sheng's perfunctory was kind to him in a sense.

Just as he was relieved, the door lock suddenly clicked, and Xiao Ma, who said he was going to drive away, came back again, still carrying a large white box in his hand.

"I'm not even talking about you, and the cake can also fall into the trunk. Fortunately, I haven't driven far when I think about it. Tell me about you."

Dou Sheng: "..."

Xie Lan: "..."

Xie Lan never imagined that today's catastrophe is not over yet.

After a whole day of ups and downs, Zhao Wenying finally ushered in a climax as Zhao Wenying lifted the lid.

The dreamy Tiffany blue is written on the pink cream cake——

Xie Lan:

Happy birthday, youthful beauty, invincible cuteness!

The bottom of the plastic crown at the corner of the cake is engraved with a string of curlicues in English: Princess

"Cake shop template." Dou Sheng said immediately, "I can't think of such a silly word."

Xie Lan sat aside, mentally dead again.