Xing Lan chose to hail a cab over. In the car, Xing Lan felt a tinge of excitement in his heart. Among these comrades and friends, if there were still people that Xing Lan missed, Tian Ya would be ranked first without exception. This was because Xing Lan could always remember how Tian Ya had rushed around to gather 100 yuan. A beautiful melody came from his phone. Xing Lan, who had turned on his phone, frowned. Because the caller was Liu Nan, Xing Lan had a trace of doubt because Xing Lan had never contacted Liu Nan and Tian Ya before.
"Hello, Liu Nan."
Xing Lan's tone was a little unnatural.
"Haha, Xinglan, what are you doing?"
Liu Nan seemed very happy.
"Oh, I'm having dinner with a friend. Why don't I call you guys later?”
Xing Lan directly declined.
"I don't have anything to do. Now that you're home, no one will take care of your wife. Zhihui and I are fine too, so we'll help you take care of her.”
Perhaps it was to dispel Xing Lan's hostility, Liu Nan kept using a teasing tone.
"I don't want to."
Xing Lan felt a trace of anxiety in his heart. He did not want too many people to know about Jing Han, and he did not want Liu Nan and the others to have any contact with her.
"What's wrong? Don't worry, we're just watching her and not letting anything happen to her. You have to be careful. You have to know that she plays chess with others after work every day and then goes out with others…Do you understand what I'm saying?”
Liu Nan teased Xing Lan.
"Don't be so bored in the future, and don't get close to her anymore.”
Xing Lan pretended to be calm. He even suspected that Xiao Yao had been monitoring Jing Han's phone.
"Haha, we have nothing to do anyway. Don't worry, nothing will happen.”
Liu Nan sounded very happy.
"I said I don't want it anymore."
Xing Lan finally couldn't control his anger and shouted loudly. After he finished speaking, Xing Lan hung up the phone. Everyone in the car, including the driver, looked at Xing Lan, who had suddenly become furious. Liu Nan called again, but Xing Lan didn't pick up. Xing Lan only pretended that nothing had happened and sent him a text message.
"I'm fine. I'm sorry that there have been a lot of things to do these past two days. Don't do this anymore in the future, and don't go to see her again. I need a peaceful life.”
After sending this message, Xing Lan leaned back in his seat with a solemn expression. He did not expect his past to still exist today. Liu Nan replied with a message telling Xing Lan not to think too much about it. They were just fooling around. Xing Lan did not reply to the message.
There was still some time before they got out of the car and walked towards Tian Ya's house. On the way, Xing Lan gave Jing Han a call. Xing Lan told Jing Han not to be afraid if she found out that someone was following her. Xing Lan was worried that Jing Han would not be able to take the shock. Jing Han kept asking Xing Lan why, but Xing Lan did not know how to answer her and just hung up the phone hastily.
"This way, this way, can you do it?”
"Do it or not. Am I your servant?”
In front of Tian Ya's room, Xing Lan heard a dispute before he even entered.
"You bunch of lechers."
Xing Lan approached the door. Li Chen, Old Wei, and a friend of Tian Ya were cleaning the glass. The dispute just now had originated from Li Chen and Old Wei.
"D * mn, who is this?"
Li Chen covered his eyes with one hand and looked at Xing Lan.
"Uncle, it's only been a short time and we don't know each other anymore.”
Xing Lan pretended to be wronged.
"F * ck, do you want to die?"
Li Chen threatened Xing Lan with a shovel.
"Pa."
Xing Lan covered his mouth under the puzzled expressions of Old Wei and the others and made a defensive posture. Xing Lan only looked at Tian Ya who walked out of the room with a smile on his face.
"Why did you cover your mouth when you saw me?"
Tian Ya slowly approached Xing Lan.
"That's right. Why are you covering your mouth?"
Old Wei smiled as he looked at Xing Lan.
"I'm afraid he'll kiss me."
Xing Lan covered his mouth and mumbled something, but the few of them still heard it. The few of them could not help but laugh.
"Tsk, who would want to kiss you? You're really flattering yourself.”
Tian Ya's face was full of disdain.
"Are you really not going to kiss me?"
Xing Lan was still very cautious.
"Believe it or not, if you want to cover it, then cover it.”
Tian Ya's expression was indifferent.
"If you don't kiss me, why should I cover it?"
Xing Lan let go of his hand and smoothed out the creases on his clothes.
"Alright."
"You son of a b * tch."
Tian Ya's fiery red lips accurately imprinted on Xing Lan's cheek when Xing Lan relaxed. The sudden kiss made Xing Lan wipe his face and almost fly into a rage.
"Haha."
Tian Ya looked satisfied.
The few of them were almost a hundred years old, but they were still playing around like children.
"Hey, by the way, did you mail my computer back?”
Sitting in the room, Tian Ya asked Xing Lan.
"Is that computer yours?"
Xing Lan still didn't know that the friend Gao Wei was talking about was Tian Ya.
"Of course. Didn't Gao Wei tell you?”
Tian Ya was also a little puzzled.
"What did he tell me? He said it was a friend's.”
Xing Lan had an indignant expression.
"Wait here. I'll make a call and see where we are.”
As Xing Lan spoke, he went outside and dialed Hong Ye's number. The two of them chatted for a long time. When he returned, Xing Lan's expression was a little solemn.
"How is it? Are we there yet?"
Seeing Xing Lan return, Tian Ya asked directly.
"No, the post office said that they won't mail it if it's opened.”
Xing Lan sat on the sofa, unable to think of what to do for a moment.
"What's wrong? Why didn't you mail it?"
Tian Ya was also very puzzled.
"My friend ran to several post offices with a computer, but it didn't work.”
Xing Lan could imagine Hong Ye's clumsy figure hugging his computer on the crowded streets.
"If it really doesn't work, then go."
Xing Lan could not think of a better solution.
"When are you going to call me? Let's go together. My father is working there and has some luggage that he hasn't brought back.”
After pondering for a while, Tian Ya suggested going to Beijing with Xing Lan.
"En, alright."
Xing Lan had his own plans, and Tian Ya could also talk about it. When the time came, once the two of them ate together, they wouldn't feel too awkward.
Of course, they had to drink for dinner. Tian Ya was a big drinker and loved to drink. That night, the two of them drank a lot. Xing Lan rejected Tian Ya's offer to send him back. He wanted to go back alone. The street lights were bright, and from time to time, a few cars would drive past, bringing with them the sound of the wind. Xing Lan walked alone on the road and took out his phone, dialing Jinghan's number.
"Hey, what are you doing…"
Xing Lan deliberately dragged out his voice and spoke loudly.
"I just got off work…Haha.”
Jing Han seemed very happy.
"Have you eaten after work…"
Xing Lan asked.
"Noodles…haha."
The two of them exchanged a few words. Xing Lan could tell that there were a lot of people on Jinghan's side. They were probably crowding on the bus after work.
"Where are you?"
Jing Han resumed her tone.
"I'm on my way. Tian Ya came back today…”
Xing Lan said a lot to Jing Han.
"Oh, have you eaten?"
Jing Han asked again, probably because she heard that Xing Lan had been drinking.
"Yes, I just ate and drank a lot. Little girl, I said that if you can find a good person in Beijing, you can date without any scruples. Don't worry about me.”
Xing Lan's words were very unreasonable. Xing Lan actually wanted to tell Jing Han that he loved her, but even if it was such a simple thing, Xing Lan could not bring himself to say it.
"I want to find it too, but I just can't find it.”
Xing Lan could hear the faint anger in Jing Han's tone.
"Little girl, let's wait until we're twenty-seven before we get married, okay?”
Xing Lan probed.
"How old will my child be when I'm twenty-seven?”
Jing Han protested in this way.
"Then when are you getting married?”
Xing Lan asked.
"Next year if possible."
Jing Han did not give a clear answer and Xing Lan did not insist.
The two of them were just like that. They had started a cold war even before they were together. Xinglan did not know how to say that he loved her, but Jinghan used a feeling of self-satisfaction to respond to Xinglan. Perhaps they loved each other, but they could not find a good communication channel, nor did they have the good conditions to communicate. Xinglan even wondered if he should stay by her side.
"I want to be an artist too. I want to draw a prince, a Cinderella, and a princess.”
Jing Han's words were filled with emotion.
"The prince married the princess, and I'm still Cinderella.”
Jing Han continued to fantasize. Xing Lan could hear the sadness in her tone.
"Actually, I really want to see him. I wanted to go two days ago, but after thinking about it, I decided not to.”
Xing Lan's words were almost like he was talking to himself.
"What are you talking about?"
Jing Han sounded a little flustered.
"Actually, I already knew. I know that you've always loved a man, but he's married.”
Xing Lan's tone was very calm. He used this method to tell Jing Han his love for her.
"How did you know?"
Jing Han asked.
"There are many things that I can know as long as I want to know. No one can hide it from me.”
Xing Lan's tone was still very calm.
"How did you know? Tell me quickly!”
Jing Han continued to ask.
"Forget it, you should rest. I'm tired too. It's late.”
Xing Lan waited for Jing Han to hang up.
Jing Han finally hung up the phone. Xing Lan sat in front of the computer and suddenly had an idiotic idea. It was to do as Jing Han had thought and draw Jing Han as the so-called Cinderella for that man to see. At that moment, Xing Lan even thought that as long as she was happy, he would also feel good. To Xing Lan, love might be like this. For the lover, it was not because she could feel happy, but because he could see the satisfaction on her face.
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