"Xiao Meng, were you good at Sister Qing's house?”
Chu Lan asked with a smile.
"Xiao Meng is very obedient. When is Brother coming back? You said you were only going for a few days, but you've already been gone for five days!”
Xiao Meng snorted in dissatisfaction.
Chu Lan begged for mercy!
"Brother was delayed by something! Alright, Older Brother is going to take the bus. I'll chat with Xiaomeng when I get home!”
Chu Lan smiled and hung up.
Sister Qing was called Lin Qing 'er, Chu Lan's neighbor. Chu Lan didn't stay on campus because she was with Xiao Meng. Fortunately, Chu Lan's house wasn't very far from New York University.
Therefore, Chu Lan had been staying at home. However, she had to spend an hour in the car every day to reach the school.
After all, Chu Lan's house was located in the suburbs of Beijing. Otherwise, based on Chu Lan's personality back then, she would have sold a house in the center of Beijing for 18 million yuan.
Then, he would find a second-tier or third-tier city and spend the rest of his life with Xiaomeng.
Lin Qing Er and Chu Lan could be considered childhood sweethearts. The two of them had grown up together. Furthermore, Lin Qing Er's father and mother were her parents 'best friends.
He had doted on Chu Lan since he was young and treated her as his future son-in-law.
An hour later, Chu Lan finally arrived at her residential area. Looking at the familiar neighborhood, although it was a little old, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Chu Lan knocked on the door gently.
Not long after, the door was opened. A small head popped out.
Her little head was tied into two ponytails, and her little face was chubby. She looked quite cute.
It was Chu Lan's sister, Chu Xiaomeng!
"Big brother!"
Xiao Meng shouted in surprise and jumped onto Chu Lan. Chu Lan quickly caught Xiao Meng.
"You're already a nine-year-old girl. Why are you still so insensible?”
Xiao Meng toot!
"I'm only nine years old. I'm still young!”
Chu Lan smiled helplessly.
The other children all despised others for calling them small, but Xiao Meng actually despised others for calling them big.
"You're back?"
At this moment, a beautiful figure turned around and walked out from the corner of the wall. It was Lin Qing Er.
Lin Qing Er was wearing an apron and seemed to be cooking. Because she was sweating, her black hair stuck to her forehead, giving her a flirtatious look!
This scene was like a wife cooking and waiting for her husband to come home from work!
"You're back! This time, it's quite exciting!"
Chu Lan said as she carried Xiao Meng to the living room.
"Xiao Lan, what's so exciting about it?”
In the living room, a middle-aged man who was reading a newspaper raised his head and asked Chu Lan.
"Uncle Lin!"
Chu Lan greeted respectfully and sat down.
"Didn't I go to Tibet this time? And the place I'm going to travel to is the Snow Mastiff Village!”
"Snow Mastiff Village? Could it be the Snow Mastiff Village where the Snow Mountain Mastiff was born?”
Lin Qing 'er exclaimed. Even Auntie Lin, who was busy in the kitchen, was attracted by it.
"That's right. This time, I'm the first person to witness the birth of the Divine Mastiff!”
"You don't know how dangerous the situation was!”
Chu Lan slowly narrated to everyone, causing them to exclaim in admiration.
"I didn't expect that such a magical creature really existed in this world!”
"Do you think those legendary divine beasts also exist?”
Papa Lin asked curiously. Although Papa Lin looked like a cultured man, he was actually quite superstitious.
He often brought Mother Lin to worship Buddha and so on. He even worshipped Dao Ancestor Three Pure Ones at home.
That was why Father Lin was so interested in these strange creatures. He was also very excited about the birth of the Divine Mastiff.
"If I had known earlier, I would have gone with you, Xiao Lan. Perhaps I would have had a chance to see the Divine Mastiff!”Papa Lin sighed and said regretfully.
"Dad, the Divine Mastiff might just be a special creature. I told you not to be so superstitious!”
"How am I superstitious? I…"
Chu Lan hugged Xiao Meng and watched the father and daughter quarrel.
He exchanged glances with Xiaomeng and both of them smiled helplessly. They were already used to this. However, this was what made her feel warm. It was also because of them and Xiaomeng's existence that she walked out of the darkness.
"Xiao Lan, come home with us in two days to worship our ancestors!”
Papa Lin said as they ate.
Chu Lan was stunned. Father Lin's house was not in the capital but in Jiangnan. They were not locals of the capital.
"Then, after you go back, don't come back to see. Find something to do over there!”
Father Lin said. He knew about Chu Lan's situation because she didn't seem to be very popular in Beijing. That was why Chu Lan, a top student at New York University, couldn't find a job.
Hence, Papa Lin wanted Chu Lan to return to Jiangnan with him. The people in the capital wouldn't be able to control that place.
Chu Lan pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement. It didn't matter where she went, but Chu Lan still wanted to ask Liu Qianqian for her opinion.
"Hey, Nancy, this is what happened!”
Chu Lan took out her phone and explained to Liu Qianqian.
"You're going to Jiangnan? No problem! My family's ancestral home is in Jiangnan. After this mission, I'll also go back to Jiangnan!”
Since Nancy didn't have any problems, Chu Lan agreed.
At this moment, Lin Qing Er spoke.
"Brother Chu Lan, who was that Nancy just now?”
Chu Lan was taken aback, but she still admitted it.
"She's my girlfriend!"
Lin Qing 'er's body trembled, but she forced herself to calm down.
"Oh!"
She replied in a low voice, lay down casually, and went upstairs.
Lin Fan's parents looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
They knew that Chu Lan had always treated Lin Qing 'er as a younger sister. After all, they were childhood sweethearts since young. The little thoughts she had back then had also faded a lot.
However, Lin Qing 'er did not think this way!# Daguan Review Passed: Daguan Time:121920185:10PM
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