The hot pot was over, and several people could no longer control their legs when they came out.

Xie Lan was half drunk, put his hand on Dou Sheng's shoulder and stood on the side of the road to breathe in the air.

The phone kept popping up messages.

- Herring: Two of you are safe all the way, come and report to you

-Latte: See you next year in the UK

-Gouzi Wangwang: I'm optimistic about my personal belongings

-Croco: Pay attention to safety, be sure to pay attention to safety

-Cherry: That, the UK is easy to bend, you two should be careful... Oh no, don't be careful anymore

- Chen Xiaochuan: I'll go to you around Christmas and I, Shuijing, and I'm still saving money

Xie Lan was vaguely browsing the group chat, replied to a cat-ok emoticon package, and quit.

Then he received a message from Zhao Wenying in the home group, and there were two screens of advice. As Xie Lan looked at it, the words flew up and danced wildly on the screen, making him almost faint on Dou Sheng's shoulder.

He rubbed his eyes, held his eyes awake and tried to reply, but as soon as he typed a few words, his phone was snatched away by Dou Sheng.

Dou Sheng pressed his voice, "Okay, mom, we both know. Xie Lan is drunk and is sleeping on me."

Xie Lan's eyes suddenly widened and she became even more exhausted.

"Why did you say bad things to Aunt Zhao?!"

Dou Sheng pressed his head on his shoulder to coax him, "I didn't say anything, I was so drunk that I had a big tongue. Let's rest."

He Xiu and Ye Si called the delegate driver and left. Zhongchen lowered his head to take a taxi, and Jian Zixing was waiting beside him.

Jian Zixing was also drunk, with dark eyes lingering. After a while, he looked at Xie Lan again.

Xie Lan was very sympathetic and spread Dou Sheng away. Sure enough, Jian Zixing came over and opened his hands at him, "Lan Lan, come and hug him."

Xie Lan hugged him, Jian Zixing put his chin on his shoulder and whispered in a low voice: "If you are unhappy with your dad, come back at any time. Anyway, you and Douzi make a lot of money and don't care about the same degree."

Xie Lan said yes, rub his good friend's back, "Come and have fun when you have time."

Jian Zixing nodded, "besafe."

Seeing that all my friends had left, only Xie Lan and Dou Sheng were left on the side of the road.

Every party is like this, lively, people disperse, everything returns to silence, and only they are left to each other.

Dou Sheng held Xie Lan's shoulder and said, "Let's go too, go upstairs to get your luggage, the car that delivered the plane was almost here."

"Um."

Xie Lan followed Dou Sheng to the entrance of the community, walked a few steps and couldn't help but turn around.

The night was in a daze, and the big bell tower was facing him from afar. The solemn building did not need too many lights to embellish it in the night sky, and it was still an immortal light.

"T big." Xie Lan subconsciously chanted softly.

The phone shook again, and it was Zhao Wenying who secretly poked him.

-Lanlan, after returning to London, I will take good care of my love for Langjing.

Xie Lan's eyes suddenly became a little hazy. He cleared his throat and made a voice over.

"Okay, Aunt Zhao, I will definitely bring it there."

He and Dou Sheng held hands and went home, regardless of the explosions on Weibo and B.C.

-hello???

-Where are you two?

-What day is today??

-Did you forget the password on Bilibili again?

-Flying in the middle of the night today, right? Where is the live broadcast?

-Habaer, I can't wait for a live broadcast of tens of millions of fans?

-Where is the promised jklan?

-You, coins, no more

Xie Lan and Dou Sheng both tacitly refused to look at their phones. The house was empty, with four amazingly sized check-in boxes, two backpacks, and Xie Lan's piano case.

“Goodbye, goodbye.”

"By bye."

Two keys were stacked on the shoe cabinet. They took heavy luggage and officially bid farewell to the small rental house that they had lived in for four years.

...

It was 2:30 in the morning.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the flight caxxx from Beijing to London has already started boarding."

Xie Lan just sat down on the plane and clicked on B station, "It's time to pass the review? My app is about to explode."

"It's almost done before the meal. It's been seven or eight hours now." Dou Sheng pulled his seat belt for him and smiled muffled, "It's really going to explode after passing the trial."

Xie Lan flew over with a knife, and he immediately smiled and avoided his gaze and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Point the fan's TV with a long finger and pull it down casually.

"Hey, the review has been released, what a coincidence."

The up@Xie Lan_em you are following just submitted a video.

"Welfare for tens of millions of fans | 18-hour limited jklan | delete when landed in London"

Although he had already locked himself in the room and forced him to watch the video ten times, he had achieved some mental numbness. But when Xie Lan heard Dou Sheng inhale "hiss" and took out the noise-reducing earplugs instantly.

"I'm sleeping, and the barrage says don't poke me no matter what the barrage says." He decisively plugged his ears, pulled down his eye mask, twisted his head with his chest and pressed his forehead against the cabin wall, and the ostrich was confident.

"clear."

Dou Sheng nodded, put on his headphones, and clicked on the video to start watching it with a mysterious smile.

A one-minute short film is Xie Lan's last persistence.

Live broadcasts are not allowed, on-the-spot reactions are not allowed. Even if you know that they will be broadcasted by screen recording, you firmly choose "limited 24-hour playback".

bgm is a violin solo written by him in his sophomore year. The style is fresh and gorgeous, and there are many melodies, and these fixed points have become fixed points in the video.

The opening screen was black, and a hint of highlight hit the dark dark curtain. A young man with a cold expression stood in front of the curtain.

The first set, late spring.

A light pink lapel shirt, a pink and purple small plaid pleated skirt, and a diagonal striped tie in the same color. The camera is under the knees, and the boy's legs are fair and slender, with a slender waist that is not full, without any contradictory. The tip of the hem of the tie sways on the skirt, which is indescribable.

Xie Lan raised her chin lightly at the camera, and as the music set its sight, she suddenly opened the hem of her skirt to the side of her body.

The camera suddenly lost focus and shook and narrowed until it found the focus again on his high-definition close-up face.

In the moment of focusing, the young man with a faint expression suddenly smirked at the camera in an open manner, and then instantly checked out the music to switch to the next set.

The barrage has already rolled in, and Dou Sheng has to limit the number of barrage on the same screen.

-Damn slutty slutty slutty slutty

-Pink jk, make money

-And there is a shaking skirt!

- Damn this big money!!

-Damn, Lanzi is much thinner than beans

-No wigs to praise!

-I announce that I love short hair from now on jk

The second set, the time corridor.

A short white shirt with a buttoned row, paired with a blue and blue pleated skirt, the skirt has a very high waist, making the young man look thin and long legs. Xie Lan walked from one side of the picture to the other side, and the next frame was an extra SLR camera on his hand. He carefully focused the aperture, then raised the camera and pointed it at the lens.

A crackling sound, a dazzling white flash, the next set.

The third set, Seine.

A white wavy shirt with a fallen brown mixed plaid skirt, a round and full bow tie under the collar. A violin with a honey-like luster was placed beside his legs. Xie Lan stepped on the rhythm of the music and held the piano under his neck, putting the bow on the strings, and the music sound was just in harmony with the bgm.

His collarbone was highlighted, and together with the violin on the other side, it sparkled in front of the camera. A gust of wind passed, and the hem of the skirt flew, and the young man's lush black hair also brushed his ears. The music and the hem of the skirt were as calm as it was, only the tip of the ears that were brushed by the hair were flushed with half an inch.

-Awei is dead!!!

-Where can I marry such a wife!

-Do you don’t have a wife yourself? Why do you covet my wife?

-jk violin, I don’t know where to watch it for a while, it’s so beautiful in the same frame!

-The edge of the violin is glowing omg
To be continued...