There was a dead silence in the living room, Zhao Wenkai's gaze fell on Xie Lan's hand hanging by his side, he looked at it for a while, and then turned to look at Dou Sheng.

The exhaustion on her face was replaced by another expression, a little shocked, a little dazed, and a little scrutinized and vigilant.

That look was very complicated, and Xie Lan couldn't fully understand it, but his heart suddenly became cold.

He knew that Zhao Wenkai had heard the phrase "boyfriend" clearly, and it was impossible for him and Dou Sheng to fool him. In addition, although he couldn't fully guess Zhao Wenkai's reaction, the situation in front of him at least told him that it was at least not the reaction he was most looking forward to.

Zhao Wenkai's chest rose and fell, and he seemed to be a little excited, but he hesitated to speak a few times, and softened back.

After a long time, she stretched out her hands to cover her chest, and leaned back on the sofa, her voice was hoarse when she spoke, "I did a blood test, and the liver and gallbladder color Doppler ultrasound will be in the afternoon, so I'll come back to see you first."

She paused and said again: "Dizziness, Xiao Ma picked me up, and he drove the car for maintenance."

Hearing this, Dou Sheng immediately stepped forward to pick up the medical records on the coffee table, "Is the test report here?"

"Here." Zhao Wenkai let him go, but his eyes fell on Xie Lan's face.

Xie Lan's mind was very empty, and he avoided her sight hastily, only after a while did he remember to go up and look at the medical records together.

But Dou Sheng quickly put down the medical records, frowned and said, "Malnutrition anemia? How could you be malnourished, and you are advised to be hospitalized?"

Zhao Wenkai was in a daze, and took a while to answer, "The anemia can be serious or minor. The initial diagnosis is caused by diet and alcohol, but I have to do a few tests in the afternoon. There is also a problem with liver function. It is recommended that I stay in the hospital for two days to stabilize the indicators."

"I'll go with you." Dou Sheng said immediately, "Let's eat first, I'll order takeaway."

Zhao Wenkai was still looking at Xie Lan. After hearing his question, he turned his gaze away and glanced at him, "I ordered takeaway, and it will be there in a while. Xie Lan... go back to the room to study first, come with me."

Xie Lan said stiffly, "Aunt Zhao, Dou Sheng and I..."

"You go back to the house first." Zhao Wenkai interrupted him. She spoke weakly, but her momentum was very strong. She frowned for a moment and then relaxed, "I have an exam tomorrow, don't be distracted, just follow your example."

Dou Sheng touched Xie Lan with his arm calmly, and said in a low voice: "I will accompany my mother, and I will call you after dinner."

Xie Lan was a little overwhelmed, so he could only walk upstairs first. After entering the room, I felt uneasy again, put down my schoolbag and went back to the stairs, looked down, and saw Dou Sheng helping Zhao Wenkai into the room.

The moment he entered the door, Zhao Wenkai waved Dou Sheng's hand away, revealing his tension all the time, and Dou Sheng immediately pulled it up again, followed into the room and closed the door behind his back.

The door fell into the door frame, and there was a slight "bang", and the wind brought it made the cat's fur on the banister of Wutong flutter in the air for a while, and it seemed that Xie Lan's heart was emptied all at once.

Xie Lan stood there alone for a long time before returning to the room empty-handed. Seeing him coming back, Wu Tong immediately jumped on the bed and rubbed his head gently in the palm of his hand.

He rubbed against the cat for a while, then got up in a daze to check the luggage, waited for more than half an hour, opened the door again and went downstairs.

The master bedroom door was closed so tightly that no sound could come through.

He lingered at the door for a long time, but still couldn't hear a sound.

After a while, he hesitantly raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly.

Benedict, Benedict.

Dou Sheng quickly responded, "Xie Lan?"

His voice sounded the same as usual. Xie Lan reached out to press the doorknob upon hearing this, but Zhao Wenkai said again: "You go back to the room first, I haven't finished chatting with Dou Sheng yet."

Xie Lan froze in the air.

Just turning back to Dianshen, his mind was empty again. He stepped on the stairs and walked up, savoring Zhao Wenkai's tone just now -- the tone was very empty, without obvious anger or disappointment, but it was not as gentle and comforting as before. In other words, there is no emotion.

There is no emotion, it is an emotion in itself.

Just as he was about to enter the house, Zhao Wenkai's roar suddenly came from downstairs.

"Isn't that what you call selfish? Then what is selfish!"

Xie Lan was stunned for a moment, and Dou Sheng followed up with an explanation, but couldn't hear clearly,

Then there was no sound below.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Xie Lan quickly went downstairs to open the door as if she had received an amnesty.

Zhao Wenkai ordered his favorite Japanese food. There were more than a dozen lunch boxes stacked in two large paper bags, and the packaging was exquisite.

He came back with takeaway, the master bedroom door opened, and Dou Sheng came out from inside.

"Let's eat." Dou Sheng said calmly.

Xie Lan looked behind him, "Where's Aunt Zhao?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Wenkai came out from the inside, his eyes were red, and he had obviously choked up, which made the smiling face he had tried so hard to disguise disappear in an instant. Xie Lanchu felt ashamed standing there, allowing Dou Sheng to carry the takeaway from his hand to the kitchen, but his feet seemed to be nailed and nailed in place.

Zhao Wenkai's face was very ugly, he passed by him, reached out and patted his arm lightly.

"Let's eat first." She whispered: "We'll talk about these things in detail when you come back from the recommended exam."

Xie Lan Rumang was on his back, and after a stalemate for a while, he went in and sat down, and went to pick out those takeaway boxes with Dou Sheng.

But his hands trembled a little, and he didn't pick it off for a while, until Dou Sheng stretched out his hand to cover it.

"Let me come." Dou Sheng took the box, his expression still normal, "It's okay, you can eat at ease."

It was only then that Xie Lan noticed that there was a large red spot on his arm, probably from a slap.

He subconsciously looked up at Zhao Wenkai, Zhao Wenkai looked at his son with real anger in his expression.

He had been at home for so long, and it was the first time he saw that Zhao Wenkai was really angry with Dou Sheng.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very cold, Zhao Wenkai didn't speak, and Xie Lan was even more at a loss. Dou Sheng calmly served food for the two of them. It was not until Zhao Wenkai put down his chopsticks after eating that he raised his head and asked, "Shall we go to the hospital now?"

Zhao Wenkai ignored him at all and continued to walk out alone.

"Aunt Zhao!"

The words stuck in Xie Lan's throat finally came out.

He put down his chopsticks and got up, his throat trembled for a long time before he said: "...I'm sorry."

He was in a daze, and seemed unable to say anything other than apologizing.

He has many, many reasons to tell Zhao Wenkai, from his state when he first returned to China, to his affection for Dou Sheng, dependence, and plans in college. There are also many reasons to say, such as sexual orientation is innate and should be equal...

But these are useless, because these are all matters between him and Dou Sheng. For Zhao Wenkai, if this is a kind of harm in itself, then no amount of reasoning can erase it.

Zhao Wenkai stopped in his tracks, and looked back at him after a long while, "Don't think about it, I haven't finished asking Dou Sheng about you, I'll talk about it after I finish."

As she spoke, she felt dizzy suddenly, supported the door frame, frowned and turned her head to urge Dou Sheng, "Can you eat quickly?"

"I'm done eating." Dou Sheng got up immediately, "Don't wait for Uncle Ma, I'll call a car now."

Zhao Wenkai walked out without saying a word, Dou Sheng waited for her to leave before following, passed by Xie Lan, and lightly grabbed the crook of his elbow.

"It's okay." Dou Sheng comforted in a low voice: "My mother is still interrogating me and hasn't made a statement. I don't know how she will react in the end, but at least she hasn't said whether she supports it or not."

Xie Lan was so upset that he subconsciously said, "Blame me..."

"What nonsense!" Dou Sheng squeezed his hand tightly, "I called out the boyfriend, and I revealed the truth, what's your business?"

He sighed as he spoke, and said in a low voice: "The timing is particularly bad today, but the dew is all exposed, it's okay, I will accompany my mother to make sure that she is fine, and then explain slowly. You must Don't be distracted, get the escort anyway, you know?"

Xie Lan's eyes were empty, and it took him a long time to finally grasp a clue, "What's going on with Aunt Zhao's body?"

"I told you about those terms, and you are confused." Dou Sheng sighed, "It seems that there is a lack of two trace elements, and intramuscular injection is required. This is not a particularly big problem. The trouble is that the liver is a little abnormal, and the alcoholic liver is gone. The doctor suggested that he be hospitalized for two days for observation."

Xie Lan nodded, and subconsciously wanted to say that I would go too, but glanced at the closed door of the master bedroom, and hesitated again.

Dou Cheng hugged him, rubbed his head vigorously, and stroked his back, "It's okay, it's really okay. But tomorrow

We may not be able to take you to the airport in the morning. Uncle Ma will take you, okay? "

Xie Lan nodded immediately, "Are you going to be in the hospital tonight?"

"Maybe it is." Dou Sheng sighed, "My mother didn't want to be hospitalized at first, but I guess... the scene just now was a bit exciting, and she is so dizzy now, she should stay in the hospital for two days."

Xie Lan had ten thousand words stuck in his throat, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He could only watch in a daze as Dou Sheng and Zhao Wenkai packed up their things and went out. Zhao Wenkai stopped at the door and turned back to the TV cabinet in the living room.

"Mom, what are you taking?" Dou Sheng immediately followed, "Stop squatting, I'll help you."

"Go away."

Zhao Wenkai frowned and waved him away, opened the drawer of the TV cabinet, found a small needle box, and put a magnifying glass on the back of the sofa together.

She looked at Xie Lan, and said weakly: "I pricked my hand and looked for it with a magnifying glass against the light. When I saw small white spots, I picked them out with a needle. The needles are all sterilized, so be careful."

Xie Lan's throat suddenly choked, his eyes became sour, but he was still speechless.

Zhao Wenkai glanced at him, "Sleep well at night, come back soon after the exam, and wait for me to see the doctor first before talking about this crap about you two."

"Understood Aunt Zhao." Xie Lan choked up, looked down at his toes, and said in a low voice, "I will do better in the exam."

Dou Sheng's eyes were distressed, and he subconsciously wanted to touch his head, but was killed by Zhao Wenkai's look.

As soon as the door was opened and closed, Xie Lan was the only one left in the house.

He stood where he was, his fingers and toes were numb as if he had been electrified. After a while, he stiffly stepped forward to pick up the magnifying glass and the needle box. After wandering for a while, he put them back in the TV cabinet, and went upstairs to his room.

Tomorrow is Sunday, and it is difficult to book a hotel near the school. I checked several hotels and there was no room. Xie Lan was so distraught that he didn't bother to search for hotels far away, so he finally booked a single room without a window in an express hotel.

He pinched his phone, wanting to send a message to Dou Sheng, but he could only hold back.

Dou Sheng was with Zhao Wenkai, and his every move was under Zhao Wenkai's nose. No matter what Aunt Zhao's attitude is, at least she will feel uncomfortable, and he shouldn't feel his presence anyway.

Xie Lan stood by the window and watched the traffic flow back and forth on the overpass on the river, and walked away for a while.

After returning to China for so long, since he stepped into this house, he has never felt this moment.

Divided, separated, at a loss, and a little lonely.

He can still recall the first words that Zhao Wenkai said to him when they met-"When I get here, I'm going home. Get on the car with dumplings and get off with noodles. I didn't do anything else all afternoon, so I just stewed this bowl of noodles."

The scene of that day is still in front of his eyes. It is obviously a common sentence, but it has taken root in his mind. In addition, the unabashed phrase "You and Lang Jing are so similar" took root together.

After Xiao Langjing left, Xie Jingming seldom mentioned that name again, maybe because he felt ashamed, or maybe he just hoped not to touch Xie Lan's sad things. There is nothing wrong with this, but that day when Zhao Wenkai opened his mouth and casually mentioned that long-lost name, it was as if he suddenly moved the big stone stuck in Xie Lan's heart-the stone was still there, but it was lightly poked by someone, but let He realized in a trance that this stone is not dead forever, poking it, moving it, it will move.

"Mi-" Wutong suddenly called out behind him.

Xie Lan came back to his senses all of a sudden, and suddenly felt his cheeks were cold, and when he raised his hand, the back of his hand rubbed a little wet on his chin.

He sniffed, turned around and touched the sycamore tree, and the sycamore tree immediately became coquettish.

The worst result is that Aunt Zhao doesn't accept it at all. She is a strong woman, and she may order them to separate, or she may not be able to stop her in behavior, but she has always refused to accept it emotionally.

If so...

Xie Lan touched the parasol tree with one hand, and looked out the window blankly.

After a long time, he looked at the room where he had lived for half a year.

If that's the case, forget it.

He was taken aback by the thought that suddenly flashed across him, but felt sad for a moment that this was the only way to go.

It is impossible for him to hurt Aunt Zhao.

Impossible to hurt that obviously unrelated

, but devoted his heart and soul to his woman. That person carefully took care of his feelings. He was exhausted physically and mentally from the entertainment at the wine bureau, but he still wanted to get him a bowl of shaved ice to make him feel at ease. , carefully considering how to entertain his biological father.

Maybe he was already very uncomfortable at that time, so he had a few drinks with Xie Jingming at the dinner table.

Talking about girlfriends, he didn't know how good his girlfriends were back then, he only knew that Aunt Zhao's every bit of kindness towards him was sincere.

So should he.

only......

Xie Lan took out the sycamore leaf pendant from his pocket, took it out and touched it again and again, feeling a little empty about the veins.

It's just that he will be sad.

He is no longer simply trying to live his life again in place of his mother. He stays in China because he wants to be with Dou Sheng more. Doing UP is also the same. I want to accompany Dou Sheng to win the top 100. If I can't do it at the same time, I will watch Dou Sheng win the top 100.

I also want to take Dou Sheng to visit graves in England next year, and tell my mother that I have come out, and being with this person is very happy.

He likes Dou Sheng so much.

The phone vibrated, it was He Xiu-

Send me the flight number and hotel name.

Xie Lan hurriedly sent the itinerary information, put away the phone and lay down on the bed to relax.

Wutong was lying beside him, snoring and half asleep. A kitten doesn't know how to feel sad, as long as it lies in the owner's hand, it never cares where it is home.

Xie Lan curled up on the bed, watching the sky gradually darken. The setting sun gradually disappeared from sight, and the tall buildings across the river lit up one after another. As the night fell, the whole city was lively and bright as usual.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he suddenly heard the phone vibrate, and then woke up with a jerk.

The house and the outside of the window were in a daze, and it was hard to tell whether it was late at night or early in the morning. Wutong beside him licked his hair ecstatically and made a sound of tsk tsk.

The words "Uncle Xiao Ma" jumped on the screen - 04:01.

Xie Lan's heart was beating wildly, and when he pressed the answer button, Uncle Ma asked crisply, "Is Lan Lan up? I still have ten minutes to go downstairs."

"I'm up, I'm up." Xie Lan got off the bed in a panic, and stood in the middle of the ground holding his phone to let go.

My heart is still beating wildly, and I feel uncomfortable.

Xiao Ma smiled and said, "Okay then, wash your face, I'll take breakfast in the car and eat it, please be careful not to leave anything behind, especially your passport."

"Okay." Xie Lan stabilized his mind, "I'll see you later, Uncle Ma."

Xiao Ma said happily, "I'll see you later."

The phone hung up.

It was just dawn, and there were only a few cars passing by occasionally on the cross-river bridge, and the whole city was still in a hazy silence.

It took Xie Lan a long time to pick up the phone again.

He has been sleeping since six or seven in the afternoon yesterday, and it has been more than ten hours, and he has missed all the messages sent by Dou Sheng.

Click on the first voice, the background sound is very noisy, but Dou Sheng's voice is still clear.

"I just settled down with my mother, and the further test results came out, anemia is not a big deal. I will take B12 and folic acid for a total of three days. The intramuscular injection is very convenient. Then the liver damage is a little serious, but it is not the kind of treatment. Not good, take medicine and suspend water, observe in the hospital, and probably leave the hospital tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

After this speech, two hours later, another video of the ward was sent at ten o'clock in the evening.

There is a double ward over there, separated by a door curtain, and the light in the room is a little dark. The camera turned around and captured the wall, outside the door, and Zhao Wenkai who was lying on the bed and flipping through his phone.

Zhao Wenkai frowned and said, "Can you stop taking pictures?"

"You're wearing makeup. You look so good. Why can't you shoot it?" Dou Sheng muttered, but stopped the video.

And then there's the text message after zero o'clock-

What is it? Fell asleep? -

Xie Lan kid? -

Oh, okay, I'll ask Uncle Ma to call you in advance tomorrow, so I won't bother you tonight-

The liver protection is also finished, and my mother still eats a lot of box lunch at night. The ward is a bit noisy, but my mother is in a calm mood-

Xie Lan,

Don't think too much, trust me, you take the exam well.

Xie Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Aunt Zhao was fine, and dragged the news to the end. According to the records, Dou Sheng didn't go to bed until 3:00 in the morning. He would be in a deep sleep, and he was unlikely to wake up.

He tried to send an emoji, but he didn't hear back.

Uncle Ma will be arriving soon, he hastily checked the packed schoolbag again, then glanced over the bookshelf, and settled on his mother's account.

A very weak thought suddenly flashed in my heart.

If you get the recommendation qualification, it doesn't matter whether you are in the third year of high school or not. You can come back, or... go back to London first, or simply live in City B for a year.

This thought has been lingering in his mind yesterday, but he has been resisting to think about it. But just after waking up, this idea suddenly popped up uncontrollably.

But the moment that appeared, he quickly pinched it away.

People's minds go back and forth a thousand times. The idea of ​​giving up was eager to try in my mind all night, and it finally came out for a moment, but it was also the last moment.

Xie Lan stood in front of the bookshelf, staring at Xiao Langjing's notebook for a long time, then turned his head stubbornly and looked out the window.

Not reconciled, how could it be reconciled.

Unless Dou Sheng stood in front of him and said goodbye to him.

The doorbell rang, and before he had time to think about it, he hurriedly pulled a change of clothes out of his schoolbag and stuffed the notebooks into it.

"Lanlan?" Pony's voice sounded from below, "Will you go?"

"Go!" Xie Lan shouted.

He strode out with his schoolbag on his back, turned around when he reached the door.

The violin was still standing by the desk. He went to carry the violin case to Dou Sheng's room next door, opened the door, and put the violin case on Dou Sheng's bedside.

Xie Lan tapped and tapped on the piano box, lowered her head and kissed the piano box, and said in a low voice: "If there is a storm at home and I haven't come back, you will be responsible for comforting my boyfriend. Come on, you will be able to."

The sound of Xiaoma stepping up the steps came, and Xie Lan hurried back to the room again, lifted Wutong up and kissed them hard, and with a mouth full of cat fur, Xie Lan also hugged Wutong onto Dou Sheng's bed.

"You too." He patted the cat's head, "Be smart and comfort your human form."

Xiao Ma stood at the door and poked his head curiously, "What kind of human form, what are you doing?"

"It's okay." Xie Lan smiled, "Let's go."

The plane at 6:20, arrived at the airport, changed the boarding pass, and went through the security check. The boarding hall was very far away, so he hurried with his schoolbag on his back, and when he finally arrived at the boarding gate, he was just in time to board the plane.

It's been a long time since I flew by plane, and the last time was when I returned home from London. Although domestic planes are much smaller than transoceanic planes, the air conditioner feels exactly the same in the cabin, and the circulating air in the cabin has a special smell, which makes people feel at ease and at the same time annoying.

Xie Lan's seat was by the window, and because Zhao Wenkai's ticket was temporarily refunded, there was an empty seat between him and the uncle who was by the aisle.

He fastened his seat belt and turned to look out the window.

The airport was empty, and a red sun shivered and slowly rose from the horizon. At the beginning of the morning, although the sun was not enough, the bright sunshine clearly indicated a sunny day.

Dou Sheng still didn't reply to the message, and the phone was quiet, so quiet that he felt a little lonely.

Unwillingly, Xie Lan poked the chat box with Dou Sheng again, and then opened station B.

The private messages floating on the top today are all related to the recommended exam-

Is Lan Zai going to T University for an interview today? Come on! -

Lan cub come on! Xie Lan is number one in the world! -

Bean is with you too, right? dmem give me a rush!

Xie Lan was in a state of confusion, and usually rarely read private messages, but this time he was scrolling through the same wishes one by one, and even replied to a few.

I kept seeing my eyes start to lose focus on the screen, and a reminder suddenly sounded in the cabin.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our plane is about to take off. Please confirm again, turn off electronic devices such as laptops, turn off mobile phones or adjust them to flight mode, and fasten your seat belts. Thank you."

The flight attendant checked back from the front, and Xie Lan hastily sent another message to Dou Sheng.

"I'm going to take off. Take good care of Aunt Zhao."

He hesitated at that message, and followed up with another one: "Tell her for me, I'm really sorry for disappointing her."

As soon as the second message was sent, the flight attendant walked up to him, and Xie Lan immediately switched to flight mode, watching the signal disappear from the screen in an instant.

The flight attendant smiled at him and walked over.

Takeoff was smooth and on time. The plane is like a huge white bird, dragging its white wings, starting, accelerating, and taking off on the wide take-off pad--

The airport and parking lot on the ground, as well as the twisted expressway that we ran when we arrived, all gradually became smaller in our field of vision. The plane tilted its fuselage during the ascent, and rushed into the blue sky through the clouds.

This is the seventh month since Xie Lan returned to China. The sky tens of thousands of feet high is as clear as washing, and the soft clouds spread out in the light, being scattered by the wings of the plane, and seem to embrace the plane and the people behind the windows.

As sharp and delightful as he came.

Xie Lan looked out the window a little bit.

Returning to China seems like yesterday, but it has been so long in the blink of an eye.

It has been so long that it is difficult for him to recall the gloomy weather in London.