"At the end of February, the wind is blowing and the winter is still there, and the sun is shining in summer. The cold winter and midsummer collide in this city. This is a vividness that London has never had before."

H City Airport T2 Terminal.

"Use a plane to damage the curved pad, and use a scoop to wait for death."

The boy in a pure white loose sweatshirt was striding forward with his mobile phone in his hand, his voice had the low-pitched magnetism of a teenager, and his nondescript dialect made people turn their heads frequently.

The facial features reflected on the screen are vivid and clear, the black hair is windy as he walks, tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, the thinner the figure of a boy at this age, the more arrogant he is to grow upward.

The bullet screen was brushed quickly.

【Can't understand】

【Is it the way I get up?】

[The one in front is already afternoon...]

【What kind of birdsong is this? It hurts my brain】

The boy replied lazily: "Sanxi dialect."

[To be clear, Shaanxi or Shanxi]

[Shaanxi will not follow the death]

【Shanxi popular shake cold】

[Sounds like Shaanxi mixed with Chongqing]

[Chongqing people call you Yaoyaoling! ! 】

The ridicule is ridiculed, but the barrage atmosphere is very harmonious, like a big family sitting together eating melon seeds and chatting.

On the upper left corner is the anchor information, with a head portrait of an ordinary bean, ID is "the most handsome man in the world" who everyone will scold when they see it, and the number of fans: 100W.

[Just went online, what happened to him? 】

[Suddenly live broadcast, currently at the airport, unknown purpose]

[Xiaopozhan's March event is dialect]

[No wonder. . . 】

[I think dialect must be a personal language first, right? 】

【You can be grounded, but you can't be grounded】

The bag strap hanging on his left shoulder slipped down, Dou Sheng grabbed it, and his voice returned to normal, "Is it really so difficult to understand? You have been studying for ten minutes seriously."

【Every learning failed】

【Being. Cow. Playing. Piano】

【What are you doing at the airport? 】

Dou Sheng sighed.

"My mother is on an urgent mission. Someone wants to come to the boarding house and send me to pick up the plane. This ancestor's birthday is today, and I was in a hurry when I ordered the cake. Who knew the plane was late, so it was useless."

He has long legs and walks fast, and when he speaks normally, he is unhurried and a little lazy. There are many fans of his talking in the barrage, and I like this kind of careless, ruffian and Su tone.

【Boarding? Wow! 】

[Male or female? How old are you? 】

[What does it look like? Can you rush? 】

[Birthday on February 29, every four years]

[What's the relationship with you? 】

"I'm also at a loss, as long as I know I'm about the same age as me, um...you can be my cousin."

[! ! ! 】

[I'm straight on the horse and confident! Hi! wife! 】

[Benefits for millions of fans, ask her to open business]

【Second by minister】

[The minister also seconded the proposal, asking for JK]

[Black silk? 】

【Previously reported】

Dou Sheng raised his lips lightly at the screen, "A group of old perverts, shut up my microphone."

[This is the beginning of the sister-in-law]

【Fumeimo Reservation】

The incident happened suddenly, and it was the child of my mother's best friend in her teenage years who hadn't been contacted for two years. This time, her husband suddenly called across the ocean to beg, and by the time he begged, the child had already boarded the plane.

My mother was also very confused, and only found a photo saved several years ago. She looks pretty, but her eyes were very rebellious when she was a child.

The reason why he cheated on his cousin was because everyone in the barrage had a weird mouth. If he confessed that he was not related by blood, this group of people would make him disappear immediately.

The airport broadcaster dinged and began to speak.

Dou Sheng yawned, "Finally landed."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be soon landing at DDLLD International airport."

The voice broadcast sounded, and the people in the cabin couldn't wait to lift the window shield, and the strong sunlight poured in. The exhaustion of more than ten hours of flying surged at this moment, and was quickly dispelled by the sunny hometown.

The boy sitting in the aisle at the end was still sleeping lightly on his schoolbag, his long legs curled up in the narrow space, his flattened shoulders gently moving with his breath. Among the people chatting on the plane, he was so quiet that he seemed out of place, with a faint sense of loneliness outlined around him.

The moment the plane landed, he suddenly woke up. His bony fingers grasped the collar of the sweater and pulled it down, leaning his head against the back of the seat to wake up.

The light outside the window cast a band of light on that face, interlaced with light and dark, the outline and facial features are all soft and clear that are unique to teenagers.

After a while, he opened his eyes, got up and took down the piano case from the luggage rack, hung a black camera bag on the shoulder strap of the school bag, gathered it all over his right shoulder, and quickly passed through the cabin full of passengers with active legs.

The flight was delayed by two hours, and Xie Lan was out of luck. Not long ago, the mobile phone that had been used for more than three years suddenly went black, and then entered a cycle of automatic power on and off. After a few hours of tossing, it was completely scrapped and could not be charged.

He didn't have any checked luggage, quickly got rid of the large group of people, was the first to pass through customs, and appeared alone in the pick-up channel.

Xie Lan didn't know the person who came to pick him up, so he didn't have time to memorize the phone number.

The aisle was crowded with people, and his eyes quickly scanned the unfamiliar faces, trying to find a sign that said "Xie Lan" or "LanXie".

Unfortunately, no.

Xie Jingming finally accepted the fact that his son was going back to China when he arrived at Heathrow Airport. The Xie family has been in the UK for more than ten years, and there are no relatives here. After searching in the address book, he finally begged to pick him up. The person in charge is my mother's childhood friend Zhao Wenkai, and everything is full of unreliability.

After staring at the black-and-white pick-up person for half a minute, Xie Lan pulled up the collar of the sweater again, lowered his eyes and walked away quickly, intending to find a place to borrow a computer to save his phone.

It seems that there is an ancient Chinese poem that can describe the mood at the moment, how can I recite it...

Ten years of life and death.

I don't remember the next sentence.

Oh, it's cool for a wanderer to return home.

Very smooth.

He could feel that his Chinese talent was waking up as soon as he set foot on this land.

The proprietress of the convenience store stretched her neck behind the counter and stared at Xie Lan's phone. The other end of the data cable was plugged into her computer. No matter how hard she tried, the phone would not turn on, and the computer could not read the device.

"It's bricked, it can't be saved." She sighed.

Xie Lan was in a stalemate with the pitch-black screen for a few more seconds, unplugged the cable, and whispered "thank you".

He automatically moved aside to let the person behind him check out.

"Just milk tea, I don't know how to pick."

"I don't know what flavor I like."

"It's the first time I've seen it too, so I don't understand."

The person next to him spoke perfunctorily, but his voice had a cool texture, which sounded very comfortable. Xie Lan turned around subconsciously, but what she saw was a mobile phone, and then the face behind the screen.

The boy casually raised his eyes to look at Xie Lan, and his wrist swayed with the movement.

Xie Lan quickly took a step aside.

The man tactfully turned the screen over to cover his clothes, said sorry in a low voice, and wiped it with milk tea.

Xie Lan frowned and was about to put the phone back into his pocket, when suddenly he was pulled by a fast and ruthless pull, like a hook, which involuntarily hooked him to stagger half a step to the right. After he stood still, he raised his head in a daze, and saw that hot-tempered guy with his camera bag hanging on his schoolbag, walking away from the door.

Xie Lan: "Oh--"

It came to an abrupt end.

Stuck.

What should I call it?

Friend, sir, boy, not quite right.

In the UK, you can call "mate" directly. What is the Chinese word for "mate"?

my boy?

A very small language point can kill a person with a disordered language system.

Xie Lan was taken abroad when he was less than three years old. Under Xie Jingming's insistence, the language of education was changed to English. The Chinese system he had cultivated before was almost destroyed. Only his grandfather who lived in London every year could talk to him about Chinese. Grandpa passed away three years ago, and this road was also broken.

I have to define it. His Chinese is barely at the level of a first-grade child, and it may not be as good. Although there are no problems in daily spoken language, but the words are not accurate and often speak amazingly. Abandoned.

The man had already walked to the door, and quickly said to the mobile phone, "I'll take out the pick-up card and get off first."

Then he put the lock screen of his phone in his pocket, swung his schoolbag forward, and with a snap, the hooked camera bag fell to the ground.

"..."

Xie Lan silently followed.

"This can fall out, too."

The boy muttered and picked up the camera bag, opened the zipper, took out the small and latest C-brand mirrorless camera, skillfully opened the folding screen, and pressed the power button, the whole action was done in one go.

Xie Lan almost believed it when he said it was his own camera.

Xie Lan walked up behind him when the other party was exposed, hesitated to speak, and reached out to pat him lightly after hesitation.

"!!!"

It seems that I accidentally photographed some neuropathy switch.

I saw that guy slammed to the side suddenly, his hand was not steady, and the camera fell again with a snap.

This time there was no protection, the landing was crisp, and there was no good death.

"..."

He picked up the camera, raised his eyes and said in displeasure, "Shooting people from behind, are you sick?"

Xie Lan was more upset than him, "Check if the camera is broken."

The boy wiped the lens with his sleeve, and tried to turn it on again, but found that the power button had collapsed, the surrounding casing was cracked, and a corner of the screen was shattered.

He took a breath, and the speed of his speech suddenly took off, "I said--I just got this machine, and my enthusiasm for creation is burning. I can't beat 50,000 coins every day. Is it just that you attacked me from behind?"

I didn't see it just now, but he turned out to be a strong speaker.

Disrespectful.

But Xie Lan couldn't keep up with such a fast speaking speed, and only had time to understand the first few words - "just got it", and some intermittent key words after that, "cheat 50,000 coins" and so on.

He pondered for a while, maybe it was intentional or unintentional to scrape his camera away, but judging by the way he said it, there is a high probability that this person is a thief.

Looking at the vivid features, he is actually a good-looking villain.

The man frowned even deeper, "The camera is gone, why don't you say something? I'm in a hurry to leave, I don't have time to break up with you, the new retail price is 3999, WeChat or Alipay? You scan me, I scan you?"

Xie Lan frowned and digested the series of cannonballs until "I'm in a hurry" and forgot about the rest.

Not important, key information get.

"Where to go, I caught you, I will call the police."

"?"

A trace of confusion crawled into the opposite pair of eyes.

"You what?"

Xie Lan was too lazy to talk nonsense, looked down at the discarded mobile phone, and stretched out his hand to him a little irritatedly.

"You have a cell phone, don't you?"

"What are you doing?"

"Hit the police."

The other party was silent for a moment, and the speed of speaking slowed down again, "If you want to report it, I should report it? No, I was taken away by you. Why are you calling the police?"

"You can fight." An idiom came to Xie Lan's mind, "It's okay to recommend yourself."

"..."

Passers-by were all passing by quickly, and no one cared about the two boys who were in a stalemate at the entrance of the convenience store.

After a long silence on the spot, the man hissed: "It can't be the brain..."

In the middle of the conversation, he swept to the piano box behind Xie Lan, and his tone turned again, "But you can still play the piano?"

Xie Lan grabbed the empty backpack strap annoyedly, "Mobile phone, hurry up."

Perhaps it was because he finally realized that he was afraid after repeatedly emphasizing calling the police. The man's expression subtly changed several times, and finally revealed a little softness. He looked at him and sighed softly.

It makes people feel chills inexplicably.

"Are you sure you want to call the police? Don't think about it again."

"Begging for mercy is useless." Xie Lan was ruthless.

A female voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Hey, is this yours?"

The proprietress of the convenience store trotted over, carrying a very familiar black camera bag.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Xie Lan, "Fortunately, I didn't go far, something fell on my counter."

Xie Lan took the camera bag and was stunned for two seconds before he suddenly understood.

It only took a tenth of a second from being cold and heartless to red ears.

From the redness of the base of the ears to the complete congestion of the ears, it only took the guy next to him to suddenly realize the long-drawn "Oh--" sound.

The guy put the broken camera on his wrist and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you still want to beat the police?"

"..."

It is not good to return home.