The second time I landed by plane alone in City H, and the person who came to pick me up was still Dou Sheng.

The plane descended and drew closer, and looking through the small window, the branches of the sycamore tree had become bare, and the treetops were covered with last night's snow. The coats she wore in City B suddenly became insufficient. As soon as Xie Lan got off the plane and met Dou Sheng, Dou Sheng jumped on him with a down jacket.

The down jacket Zhao Wenkai bought for them is short and fluffy like bread. Dou Sheng wears light yellow and Xie Lan wears white. They walk together like twin brothers, but they have a little more subtle intimacy than brothers, and the rate of turning heads is quite high.

The taxi drove onto the airport expressway, and the night and snow interweaved a different kind of romance over the city.

"Where's Uncle Ma?" Xie Lan asked.

Dou Sheng held his boyfriend's cold fingers, "I went on a business trip with my mother."

Xie Lan sighed softly looking out the window, "Aunt Zhao is on a business trip again."

People's feelings grow in silence, and Xie Lan will feel a little worried every time he hears that Zhao Wenkai is on a business trip.

The taxi drove to Jiangbei Ring Road at the expressway exit, and went directly to the school dormitory instead of going home after getting off the plane. Tomorrow Tuesday, Xie Lanbao could have asked for leave for a rest, but he just wanted to stay with Dou Sheng.

"By the way, how was your mock exam?" Xie Lan suddenly remembered and asked.

Dou Sheng muttered: "I don't feel anything, I've already passed the hemp test."

Yingzhong is very crazy this year. Mathematics A and general subject A skip a round of review, and the hell mode will start in the third year of high school. There is a mock test every half a month, and there is also a weekly test in mathematics, physics and chemistry. It was the first time for Xie Lan to experience the hard core of domestic exam-oriented education. Even though he had been recommended, he still felt a little afraid of going to school and taking exams.

Who can not be afraid to write a big composition every day.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening when I arrived at the dormitory. After sitting down for a while, there was the sound of mixed footsteps after school in the third year of high school in the corridor.

Che Ziming opened the door and poked his head in, "Are you back?"

Xie Lan hummed, "Just arrived."

"Where are Dai You and Gouzi?" Che Ziming asked.

Dai You and Wang Gou also ranked well in the provincial league, and entered the winter camp with Xie Lan. Xie Lan replied casually: "Dai You will come back tomorrow. Wang Gou still has a few recruitment exams, and he has been spotted by several schools."

The recommendation rules for domestic competitions are very complicated. In addition to the admission qualification test after the provincial league, there are two batches of admission opportunities after entering the winter camp. They are before and after the finals. Guaranteed places.

Wang Gou performed very well in the winter camp. He ranked 30th in the test on the opening day and soared all the way. In the last test before the CMO national finals, he had already rushed to 4th, and all the coaches were watching.

It will be a long time before the final results come out, and he has already been recruited by the first two schools and F University. Before Xie Lan retired to the apartment, he heard him blushing and happily debating which school to choose for a long time.

"Gouzi jumped into the dragon's gate now, and I will call him Longgou in the future." Che Ziming said, "The poor Herring and I were defeated in the league, and we have to prepare for the battle. Why are we so miserable?"

Xie Lan pondered for a while, "Actually, you can't think so, your league obviously has..."

Yu Fei who passed by outside said angrily: "I'm going out to buy finger pancakes, you either."

"Go with you!" Che Ziming immediately turned his head and ran, "I want to eat sausage!"

Xie Lan was immediately left on the spot, staring dumbfounded at the door for a long time, and tilted the stool back in embarrassment.

Dou Sheng smiled as he sorted out the papers, "There is no need to comfort him. Che Zi obviously has a complex of fighting to the death on the battlefield, and he is aiming for the honor of TOP10 in the province in the college entrance examination. Yu Fei is...maybe only looking forward to confessing his love to Liu Yixuan after the college entrance examination."

Xie Lan sighed, "Then do you think Liu Yixuan can agree?"

Dou Sheng spread out the comprehensive papers, "Xuan... Oh yes, I put the papers and homework you have collected in the past half month in your cabinet."

Xie Lan snorted, unscrewed the key inserted in the cabinet door, and opened the cabinet door.

--then stood there in silence for ten seconds.

"Dare to ask..." He pointed at the towering materials in the cabinet, "Where are the clothes and snacks I put here?"

"I can't let it go anymore." Dou Sheng drew a force analysis diagram

, "I took some thin clothes home, and the rest are stuffed into my closet for you."

Xie Lan was silent again, and after a while, he gently closed the cabinet door intact.

The key was turned silently and locked.

Can't make a sound, it will disturb the sleeping devil in the cabinet.

"Thank you." He twitched the corners of his lips at Dou Sheng with a half-smile.

December is the longest winter that will stay in the memory of every high school senior.

I am always sleepy in the morning. My lungs hurt like a knife after running in the morning. The papers piled on the table can never be cleared. I look forward to going to bed late at 5 pm every day. It is already dark outside, and the campus radio is playing songs , a group of people walked to the west gate to buy oden, panting for breath, and they had to finish eating in the cold wind before entering the classroom, otherwise they would be arrested by Hu Xiujie.

In mid-December, the CMO national finals were announced, and Xie Lan got the first prize in the national first prize, which was daunting. In addition, the results of the first batch of recommended scores were also settled-Xie Lan was recommended to T University, and Wang Gou was recommended to P University , Dai You and Dong Jingjing from F University, and there are more than a dozen people in the class who have received different degrees of lower scores in the college entrance examination before self-enrollment. It is said that this is the most glorious year of the English-Chinese math competition.

The teachers were afraid of affecting other people's mentality, so they didn't specifically mention this matter, and everyone didn't discuss it too much. The owls of Mathematics and Science A are like a calm and composed army. Many people are divided into study groups according to their shortcomings in class. Xie Lan is in the [Mathematics 140 Sprint Group]. Here comes a person, generally in his early 130s, who volunteers to work as a teaching assistant.

Studying and arranging music are exhausting energy every day, and my mind is numb in bed, but it is very refreshing.

The Chinese New Year is early this year, on January 10th, and the third year of English and Chinese High School is officially on winter vacation before New Year's Day. The holiday is 15 days, and I will come back on the sixth day.

On the night of the 30th, the entire hallway of the third year of high school was very restless. The school bell rang, and the students cheered and ran out of the classroom. It is said that there were a few boys in a certain class who were overly excited and kicked at each other. Several teachers went to fight .

Mathematics A is also messy.

Dong Jingjing rushed to the front and kicked the door shut, "Sit down for me! I haven't finished my homework yet."

She stood on the podium in a hurry, holding a piece of A4 paper in her hand, and wrote densely on the front and back.

The winter vacation homework was sent out for a whole evening self-study, and all the class representatives were dumbfounded.

"Old Hu is going to catch the troublemakers. I'll check with everyone quickly." Dong Jingjing stroked the list, "17 sets of Chinese simulations, 30 readings. 25 sets of math simulations, 30 selections each for the promotion paper, the sprint paper, and the elite paper. Do it. The English listening comprehension file was posted in the group, and then two special workbooks. Physics... Lao Hu divided us into groups, I will read the names, and the students in group A will do mechanics assault. The list includes Che Ziming, Mao Lengxue..."

Xie Lan felt a pain in his head.

The class complained a lot at first, but soon everyone joined the army of checking materials, and the classroom was drowned out by the sound of flipping papers.

Right to homework Right to half past eleven, the entire corridor was quiet.

Xie Lan weakly scrolled through Moments, and saw that Rong Xinxin from the Debating Club posted a small video: [Mathematics and Science A Shark is crazy, the whole school is moved by Mathematics and Science A tonight]

The video was shot outside the classroom door. The corridor was completely empty, and the classrooms along the side were all turned off. Only Math and Science Class A was brightly lit. Through the glass of the front door, a man and a woman could be seen standing in front of the homework. The white paper rolled into waves.

Breathtaking.

Xie Lan sighed and pulled out the Chinese paper.

"Do you want to do 17 sets of big simulations during the 15-day vacation?" He asked Dou Sheng with a numb face, "Will you write for me?"

"I am willing." Wearing a pair of plain glasses, Dou Sheng coaxed in a low voice while quickly checking the homework: "I am willing to tutor you in writing, and I will accompany you in writing."

Xie Lan sighed again.

He loves Chinese very much. He loves the heavy language and culture accumulated by the Chinese nation for five thousand years.

However, these homework made him a little tired.

After packing up the materials in the classroom, I went back to the dormitory to get some things. The last semester of the third year of high school was completely over.

After arriving home in the middle of the night, Xie Lan threw herself on the bed after taking a shower, slept until noon the next day, and fell asleep again after lunch, until Dou Sheng came to knock

Door.

It was dark.

"Wake up, little friend Xie Lan, you've already slept together for two days." Dou Sheng bent down at the door and hugged Wutong: "The New Year's Eve party at station B is about to begin, please post a Weibo in advance to wish fan?"

Xie Lan was so sleepy that his head was buzzing, and it took him a long time to react, and he let out a hum.

Downstairs, Zhao Wenkai was baking biscuits, and the house was filled with a sweet smell. The New Year's Eve meal was ordered by the restaurant, and Dou Cheng went downstairs with his slippers on to unpack the boxes.

Xie Lan sat on the sofa downstairs for a while before poking his phone.

In the past few days, he has been afraid to open Bilibili and Weibo. Private messages and comment areas are all about the Top 100. The Top 100 of Bilibili last year was released on January 10 this year. Calculated according to the time from the Spring Festival, it is about the same as now .

He refreshed casually, and found that the data guru had updated a version of the forecast post in the afternoon, with the note [Ultimate Forecast].

In the same way, it is only predicted that he will be top 100, not Dou Sheng.

Xie Lan was speechless, and had no choice but to put on the trumpet of "Fairy Orange Cat" again, and seriously refuted with the spirit of practicing argumentative essays for a while-

Fangfeng Orange Cat: The following refers to the three selection dimensions of the platform UP last year: creativity, influence, and word-of-mouth. Creativity depends on data such as annual broadcast volume and interaction volume, influence depends on the increase in fans and responses to official activities, and word-of-mouth power considers the potential of UP to be loved by more audiences. Judging from these three points, perhaps only Xie Lan can beat Douzi in terms of fan increment. But he grew from zero after all, and it would be too unscientific to make a hard comparison. Douzi's sincerity, innovation, and research in making videos are the best on the entire platform, and it does not accept rebuttals.

A paragraph, deleted, deleted, and deleted, was brewed for ten minutes before it was posted.

As a result, Xie Lan put down his phone and fed a cat back, and that article has already received the number one comment.

The data guru himself replied: "Word-of-mouth is the commercial potential of the platform evaluation. Xie Lan's best thing is the commercial value. Isn't it enough to put a Chinese manga on the list of B station? It's not enough for you to say so much Use, none of the words are on point."

Xie Lan rolled her eyes at the phone, and replied directly: "Nb ass."

This hot comment quickly triggered a huge discussion-

The wandering orange cat brother is very serious in his analysis, but you have to trust the master, the platform has really focused on commercial value in the past two years-

I'm an old fan, and to be honest, if I can invite Xie Lan to lead the performance at the Xiaopozhan Gala, I'm sure I can use this gimmick to get some sponsorship. This is the commercial value. On the same road, Douzi can't go on it. Of course, Douzi has his own sky, and no one can overwhelm him in his field--

Upstairs, I'm going to be laughed to death by you. Is it because Douzi received too little promotion, making you misunderstand his commercial value? -

Upstairs, the commercial value considered by the platform is not measured from UP to receive advertisements...-

From the point of view of breaking the circle and attracting fans, I really don't think Douzi is worse than Xie Lan. Xie Lan is the kind of UP that I admire, pay attention to, and occasionally flip through, but Douzi is the UP that I can be happy for a whole day as long as I post a video. You have to consider fan stickiness

...

The buildings in the building were full of long speeches, Xie Lan was dazzled by the sight, and it took him a long time to figure out whether it was "enemy" or friend.

He looked down all the way, and as long as he saw someone who supported Douzi, he would like it, and if he saw Shun Tie who was not worthy of the top 100, he would also give a love emoji.

Until I was about to go blind, Ms. Doudou's Weibo suddenly popped up on the homepage.

Ms. Doudou reposted Xie Lan's hot comment-【Friends, you guys are arguing so much, do you know that the two UPs are probably watching the party affectionately at this moment? People don't care at all. 】

Don't care about shit.

Xie Lan replied with a cold face: Those who are heartless don't care, and those who are affectionate and righteous are fighting.

Zhao Wenkai shouted: "You two put the food on the table, and cast a shadow on the New Year's Eve party where you are standing."

"Aunt Zhao is here." Xie Lan put away her phone, got up to serve the dishes, while Dou Sheng quickly pressed the remote control.

The three of them sat down around the table, and the New Year's Eve party had just begun.

The first program at the opening was a symphony performance, and a very popular symphony orchestra in China was invited. The operation had invited Xie Lan to lead the performance before, but Xie Lan refused.

"Let's have a toast together, after the New Year's Eve dinner, Lanlan don't forget to call your dad tonight." Zhao Wenkai said with a smile: "I wish Lanlan's music to a higher level, I wish myself more money next year , I wish Douzi and Lanlan are admitted to the same university."

Dou Sheng laughed twice, "I wish all your wishes come true, and I also wish you eternal youth and health, it doesn't matter if you make money or not."

"I wish Aunt Zhao good health." Xie Lan stood up and lightly clinked the glass with Zhao Wenkai, "I also hope Aunt Zhao is happy every day."

The three of them clinked glasses, and Zhao Wenkai took a sip of the red wine, "You two eat first, I have to watch for some biscuits."

She went into the kitchen humming the melody of the symphony just now, and Xie Lan continued to take out her mobile phone to read the posts. After a while, she suddenly found that the hot comments under the repost of Dadoudou had changed.

Dou Sheng himself airborne, just now.

@仙世少世喵刀: I have said it several times in the live broadcast and on Weibo, everyone is the same, don't let me go, advocate a happy life, don't turn yourself into a bad pen, and share with you. / fist

Xie Lan was so angry that she stomped Dou Sheng under the table on the spot.

"Who are you scolding?" His anger that he had nowhere to vent all night was ignited, "Are you scolding again?"

Dou Sheng raised his head, the innocence and confusion on his face could write a book.

After a long time, he suddenly hissed and picked up the phone in disbelief.

"This stray orange cat is you?" Dou Sheng was greatly shocked, "No, this level of discussion seems to be so much better than yours...uh..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Lan covered his mouth.

Dou Cheng laughed so hard that he almost bit his tongue and killed himself. He glanced at the kitchen door and quickly kissed Xie Lan's palm.

"Don't talk nonsense." Xie Lan gritted his teeth and withdrew his hand, "What if the officials see you and think you have voluntarily abstained?"

"There should be a result by now, maybe within a week, I don't care if I say it or not." Dou Sheng sighed softly, "But speaking of it, has the operation given you any hints?"

Xie Lan's heart trembled when he heard this.

After he paused for a moment, he still told the truth, "The night before I came back from City B, the operation said a few words. What about you?"

"It doesn't seem to be." Dou Sheng smacked his lips, naturally and calmly, "I heard that if you take the top 100, you will probably be hinted at by the operation in charge in advance. That business value analysis is actually quite right. It is certain that you have a top 100. I actually wondered if it was possible for both of us to get it before, but now it seems that there is no hope."

Zhao Wenkai shouted from inside, "Douzi, come and help me get the baking tray!"

"Here we come!" Dou Sheng got up and pressed Xie Lan's head, "Don't think about it, I really don't care."

Xie Lan hummed, "Got it."

He was very upset. I didn't dare to ask before, but now Dou Sheng directly said that there is no hint of operation, then it is really gone. Although the heartache is terribly painful, but the matter has come to this point, but it can no longer be shown.

As if suddenly vented, he sighed, put down his phone and picked up two spicy shrimps.

After returning to China for almost a year, his eating habits are becoming more and more similar to those of Dou Sheng and Zhao Wenkai, and he can eat more or less spicy dishes, especially when he is in a bad mood, eating spicy food is quite relaxing.

The three of them ate and chatted until halfway through the party, when Zhao Wenkai was tired and went back to his room to apply a facial mask. Dou Sheng and Xie Lan stayed and picked up the dishes while watching the party.

Xie Lan walked into the kitchen with a stack of bowls in his hands, and stuffed the things into the dishwasher. As soon as he got up, Dou Sheng kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"You..." He was startled, and immediately glanced at the door, "Can you stop making a surprise attack?"

Dou Sheng said with a smile: "My mother has gone back to the house and won't come out."

On the TV, a pop singer was singing. Dou Sheng walked over and closed the door, and the sound was blocked out.

He came back behind Xie Lan, put his arms around him from behind, and rubbed against his cheek like a big lazy cat.

"It's going to be New Year's Eve together." He whispered in Xie Lan's ear, "It's so fast."

The irritability in Xie Lan's heart was subdued all of a sudden, and she hummed, "It was very soon."

Ever since I can remember, New Year's Eve has always been in London, this is the first time

domestic.

A few years ago, Xiao Langjing fell ill, and he was always in the hospital during New Year's Eve. After Xiao Langjing left, he would be with his friends on Christmas and New Year's Eve. In fact, he wanted to hide out, because he knew that Xie Jingming would send frequent messages to Elizabeth on that day. Even if he was at home, he felt uneasy.

This year, after a long absence, I finally felt that this festival was related to me--Zhao Wenkai was thinking about which hotel to book several days in advance, and Dou Sheng kept talking about it, urging him to summarize at the end of the year, and to make New Year plans with him.

Dou Sheng was one or two centimeters taller than him, lowered his head and rested his chin on his shoulder, "In the new year, I wish my boyfriend Xie Lan to continue to be as free and brave as he is now, and do whatever he wants, and I wish him love his current boyfriend Douzi forever. "

The air of speaking hit Xie Lan's cheeks, it was a little itchy, but it made people feel very comfortable.

Xie Lan turned her head to kiss him, touched her lips together, and said in a low voice: "In the new year, I hope that my boyfriend Dou Sheng will continue to do what he likes, and..."

"Does it count to work for you?" Dou Sheng asked.

Xie Lan was suddenly confused, "...also...forget it."

"What else?" Dou Sheng asked.

"besides......"

Xie Lan's thoughts were rushed by him, and the whole paragraph collapsed.

He was silent for a moment, and Dou Sheng was overjoyed while lying on his shoulder.

Xie Lan was speechless, bowed her head and continued to pack the refrigerator.

besides. I hope Dou Sheng gets his wish and gets everything he deserves.

Whether that matters to him or not. He deserves the best. He deserves the applause, the recognition, and the likes of all.

Xie Lan put those lunch boxes into the refrigerator one by one, and when he closed the refrigerator door, he tapped his left index finger lightly.

It was an inadvertent action. He would tap his index finger when he was anxious since he was a child, and he would tap his index finger when he had any wish.

Maybe invisible begging for the blessing of the violin god.

Hope the beans get a hundred dollars.

Dou Sheng walked towards the door, "Why is there no music? Is the party over?"

As he spoke, he opened the door, and the host's voice came in all of a sudden.

At the same time, the mobile phones that the two placed on the dining table started ringing like crazy.

The ringtone of Dou Sheng's mobile phone is a bell, and the ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding sound pollution. Xie Lan's cell phone was on vibrate, and he was buzzing on the table, looking like he was about to jump the table by himself.

Host: "The list of the top 100 of the year has been released, and it will be launched simultaneously on the platform and the official Weibo. We also announced that the live broadcast of the top 100 award ceremony will be held on January 31. On this New Year's Eve, we are grateful to all UP Thanks to the hard work in the past year, I hope there will be new glories next year."

Xie Lan's heart beat too fast, and before Dou Sheng could reach the table, he rushed past Dou Sheng and grabbed the phone.

--It was Dou Sheng's cell phone that was grabbed.

On the screen is a string of congratulations from Dou Sheng's WeChat UP friends-

Congratulations! -

Congratulations, bro! -

Deserved! -

finally! -

you're worth it! ! -

The world's most handsome Dou YYDS!

"Hundreds...hundreds..." Xie Lan groaned in his head, clutching his phone for a long time, watching Dou Sheng start to lose control of his tongue.

Dou Sheng stood still two steps away, glanced at the phone, seemed to realize something, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Is there me?"

Xie Lan forgot how to say it in Chinese, so he could only nod his head.

He threw the phone away, and went upstairs to live in Dou Sheng.

Hands clasped tightly, cheek to cheek.

"Congratulations." Xie Lan whispered in her boyfriend's ear: "You reap what you sow. Fortune favors the bold."

Dou Sheng smiled and kissed his ear.

"Luck favors the brave. What's the first sentence? Didn't catch it."

Xie Lan's mind was blank for a long time, and he couldn't speak while hugging his boyfriend.

Dou Sheng was very patient and waited until he wanted to

Woke up.

"It seems that there is an old Chinese saying that can be matched." Xie Lan said with a serious look: "If you plant melons, you will reap melons, and if you sow beans, you will reap beans."

Dou Sheng laughed so hard that he almost sat on the sofa, "Then this sentence should be given to you, little friend Xie Lan, so you can reap beans."

Xie Lan just nodded, impatiently opened the top 100 list released by the platform.

The list is sorted alphabetically, but Dou Sheng and him are put together one by one.

@人间绝帅窦_dm

A bean gathers the expectations of the whole station for teenagers. He sees the world with clear eyes and expresses it with sincerity. Observe people, observe life, challenge the group, and challenge yourself. His videos are joyful and powerful, affecting more and more people. The direction of the sword, the heart is fascinated, young man, please go to a higher place in the future.

@谢兰_em

This year, Xie Lan, a child studying in the UK, returned to China. He is not good at words, and his clumsy expression often brings sand sculpture effect. From cover to original, he single-handedly broke through the ceiling of the music area, took us to discover the fine wine in the deep alley, and interpreted the music above the high pavilion in a form that young people like. In the same way, boy, please go to a higher place in the future.

"He put us together." Xie Lan turned to look at Dou Sheng subconsciously, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "And there is a comment that is exactly the same, no one else has this sentence."

"Um."

Dou Sheng smiled lightly, with a bright light in his eyes, just like when Xie Lan first saw him in the airport hall at the end of February.

He reached out and interlocked Xie Lan's fingers, and whispered firmly in Xie Lan's ear: "Let us, together, go to a higher place."

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