Chapter 28

It was already dark, and the assistant stepped on the accelerator all the way. Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the private hospital.

Xia Lanzheng took the wet wipes off Zhang Cheng's forehead and said, "We're here. Can we go now?"

Zhang Cheng was dizzy from the fever but not sleepy. He glanced at the hospital outside the window and his expression changed: "Change to a public hospital."

The assistant hissed and got out of the car to help: "Don't mess around at this time, hurry up."

Xia Lanzheng held up Zhang Cheng's arm, but Zhang Cheng held on to the car door and refused to let go.

"Go drive."

The assistant and Xia Lanzheng exchanged glances, their tempers rising. "Why should I drive? We've finally gotten here. If you drive again, I'm afraid you'll be burned to death!"

Xia Lanzheng did not participate in the argument between the two. She checked Zhang Cheng's temperature. According to his experience in his previous life, it must be at least 39 degrees.

"Listen to your assistant," Xia Lanzheng threw the wet wipes into the cart basket and looked down at Zhang Cheng. "You have a severe fever. Stop going back and forth."

Zhang Cheng exhaled heavily, pursed his lips and said nothing, and finally simply closed his eyes.

"Hey, you have such a bad temper," the assistant didn't tolerate him and grabbed his arm. "Xiao Xia, don't take it to heart. Thank you for helping me bring the person here."

Xia Lanzheng caught a glimpse of some trivial emotions on Zhang Cheng's face and looked at him carefully.

Zhang Cheng was not afraid of the hospital, but was very resistant to this private hospital.

"Xiao Xia, wait for me in the car?" The assistant struggled to pull Zhang Cheng, who was pretending to be dead, away. "I'll take him in for an IV or something, and then I'll come out to see you off."

Xia Lanzheng shook her head and said no, since he was already here, he had to go in.

"Get up," Xia Lanzheng couldn't stand seeing someone hiding their illness and avoiding medical treatment. "If you keep doing this, I'll be angry."

The assistant didn't dare say anything, as he kept saying this. It was completely useless. When Zhang Cheng got stubborn, no one could stop him.

The three of them were in a stalemate for a few seconds, but Zhang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up with his arms.

He glanced back and forth at the two people beside him, then turned back when he caught Xia Lanzheng's eye and reached out to his assistant: "I feel dizzy, help me."

The assistant looked at him with his eyes downcast, but he didn't vent his anger.

Well, it would be good if someone could cure him.

After entering the hospital, Xia Lanzheng had nothing to do. The assistant found a wheelchair for Zhang Cheng. The medical staff seemed to know them all, and the series of procedures went very quickly.

Zhang Cheng was never a talkative person, and even less so when he was sick. He sat in his wheelchair with his head bowed, only making a hissing sound when the needle pierced the back of his hand.

Xia Lanzheng followed behind, her eyes fixed on the back of Zhang Cheng's head.

Along the way, Zhang Cheng's intention to avoid sight was obvious, and even his assistant noticed that the atmosphere was wrong.

"Xiao Xia, would you like something to drink?"

The answer was already obvious, but Xia Lanzheng didn't dare to think about it too much.

He closed the window in the ward and said calmly, "No need, I'll just sit for a while and leave."

Zhang Cheng, lying on the hospital bed, cast a glance at her from afar and called out weakly, "Zheng Zheng."

Xia Lanzheng frowned and pulled the curtains again.

The dark blue outside was completely obscured, leaving only white in the ward. The ceiling was white, and the floor was even whiter.

Xia Lanzheng had been to the hospital frequently before, and had experienced this kind of situation countless times. His emotions had never fluctuated, but today they were magnified.

It felt like there was a ball of cotton stuck in my throat, almost reaching my palate.

The assistant's phone rang. Glancing at the note, he glanced at Zhang Cheng lying on the bed and whispered to Xia Lanzheng, "Please keep an eye on him for me. I'm going out to answer a call."

Xia Lanzheng nodded. After the door was closed, he sighed and sat down on the chair beside the bed.

"I'm sorry," Zhang Cheng's hand reached out from under the quilt, "I'm sorry, Zheng Zheng."

Xia Lanzheng didn't let him touch her hand, and said tiredly, "What are you sorry for?"

Zhang Cheng shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Xia Lanzheng noticed his expression, which showed a strong sense of weakness. She couldn't tell whether it was real or fake.

In fact, Zhang Cheng's eyes are also very beautiful, slightly upturned phoenix eyes, pupils mixed with a little blue, and the teardrop mole under the eyes has a special charm.

He was sick and had overdrawn his body from staying up late for a long time. He looked weak lying on the white hospital bed.

No one had the heart to say anything harsh to him at this time, not even Xia Lanzheng.

Xia Lanzheng shook her head and picked up the medical record on the bedside table. Facing Zhang Cheng's gaze, she opened the first page.

Zhang Cheng stood up in an instant and reached out to grab the thing in his hand.

Xia Lanzheng gave him a cold look, and he gritted his teeth and sat back.

Sure enough, the name on the white paper was not "Zhang Cheng" at all.

"sorry."

Zhang Cheng closed his eyes and repeated it over and over again.

Xia Lanzheng didn't continue to flip through the pages. He had guessed the answer when the doctor saw the visitor didn't ask anything and just typed in the name.

——The last protagonist, Su Cheng, was born into a family of doctors.

This private hospital was only briefly mentioned in the original book, but Xia Lanzheng remembered that one time Song Xinghuai had a high fever in the middle of the night and came here.

Xia Lanzheng was silent for a few seconds before asking, "Why did you change your name?"

Zhang Cheng glanced at the door and faintly heard the assistant's anxious voice outside.

"I had a fight with my dad. He forced me to return home, but I didn't want to."

Xia Lanzheng imagined a complete storyline in her mind, simple yet melodramatic: "He doesn't allow you to continue painting and forces you to inherit the hospital?"

"I guess so," Zhang Cheng forced a smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you."

"Su Cheng," Xia Lanzheng said calmly with a serious expression, "I don't like being deceived."

Su Cheng opened his eyes, and a feeling of discomfort suddenly came over him, as if something sharp had pierced his spine. His stomach churned and he almost wanted to vomit.

——Xia Lanzheng was angry.

He noticed Xia Lanzheng's indifferent expression, with anger suppressed between her slightly furrowed brows. It was the first time he saw this expression on his face.

Xia Lanzheng felt a little angry when Su Cheng looked at her, so she took another paper cup from the bedside and took a sip of water.

His interactions with Su Cheng were one of the few things in this world that he could control freely.

This relationship has nothing to do with the protagonist, the plot, or forced business.

Although I have only known Su Cheng for a short time, we are in a relationship where we can sunbathe together, talk to each other, and go to the beach to watch the sea.

Su Cheng is the friend he chose himself.

However, when he called out the two words "Su Cheng", everything was over.

A huge feeling of powerlessness enveloped Xia Lanzheng and Su Cheng who was lying on the bed.

"Zheng Zheng...I'm sorry."

"I originally wanted to tell you..."

"sorry……"

Xia Lanzheng didn't seem to have any special emotions. Su Cheng's temples were badly swollen and his eye sockets were slowly turning red.

"Zheng Zheng, are we still friends?"

This sounded very much like what children would say after a quarrel, and in the hospital ward filled with the smell of disinfectant, it seemed as if time had been stretched out.

At this moment, in the endless silence, Xia Lanzheng's cell phone rang one after another.

Cheng Lan sent a message but received no response, so he made several phone calls.

It is now eight o'clock in the evening. Xia Lanzheng hung up the phone and turned it to silent mode, then looked at Su Cheng again.

The teardrop mole under his eye became blurred, as if blurred by tears.

"I don't know." Xia Lanzheng lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and her voice was a little hoarse. "I need some time to think about it. You... forget it, just have a good rest."

Su Cheng's hands suddenly grabbed the sheets.

Consider? Why not just say "yes" now?

Can they really not be friends anymore?

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open by the assistant. The assistant was completely unaware of the unusual situation in the room and said loudly, "Hey, it's your dad calling again. He knows you got yourself into the hospital..."

Halfway through the conversation, I finally sensed a subtle atmosphere.

The assistant raised an eyebrow at the door.

Su Cheng turned his head and wiped his eyes. Xia Lanzheng stood up and the hem of her clothes slid past the bed.

"I'm leaving now," Xia Lanzheng turned around and said to Su Cheng, "We can talk about it next time if there's anything else."

Su Cheng said something in the back, but Xia Lanzheng didn't hear it clearly. The assistant caught up with him and offered to take him home, but he refused without a second thought.

He couldn't stay here any longer, even if he felt soft-hearted.

The emotion at this moment was unfamiliar to him.

In his previous life, even after experiencing layoffs, countless trips to the hospital alone, and being isolated by classmates... he had never felt this way.

He always comforted himself that there was nothing in life that was insurmountable, but now this sentence didn't work so well.

Xia Lanzheng felt it was extremely absurd. Perhaps a tiny individual could not change anything from the very beginning.

The blurred childhood memories of two lifetimes exacerbated this feeling of trance.

Xia Lanzheng stopped a car and headed home. The lights outside the car window flashed quickly, and he remembered the dream he had not long ago.

The touch of the stubble on Chu Lang's face was so real that he almost suspected that it was something he had experienced personally.

But if that's the case, as a real person, why can't he escape the framework of the plot?

How unfair.

Cheng Lan called again, the dim light of his phone flickering in the car.

"What's wrong?" Xia Lanzheng's voice was full of fatigue.

Cheng Lan had prepared a lot of words, but when he heard his voice, he was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong with you?"

Xia Lanzheng leaned against the car window, looking down at the mole on her palm: "Didn't you call me and ask me about this?"

"I hear your tone is not right," Cheng Lan repeated, "What's wrong with you?"

Xia Lanzheng didn't repeat the same thing to him: "I'm just a little tired, nothing serious. Can I not go to your house today?"

Cheng Lan was silent for a moment: "Where are you now?"

"In the car," Xia Lanzheng said, "going home."

Cheng Lan said, "You haven't replied to my messages, nor have you answered my calls."

Xia Lanzheng didn't want to explain, so she just listened without saying anything. Cheng Lan was not someone who could be easily talked to, and he often acted on his own, especially in front of him.

He guessed that Cheng Lan was going to lose his temper again, asking him why he didn't go find him, or why he didn't answer the phone.

The taxi stopped outside the community. Xia Lanzheng paid the money, opened the door and got out, listening to the shallow breathing sounds on the other end of the phone.

However, Cheng Lan's next words were different from what he expected.

"Xia Lanzheng, I was worried about you," Cheng Lan breathed a sigh of relief. "Just knowing you're okay is enough. I almost thought you were lost."

Xia Lanzheng accidentally pressed the volume button, and Cheng Lan's voice suddenly became louder.

"I don't know why, but you've been acting weird lately. Well, I'm a little weird too. I've said a lot of rubbish before. I'm sorry, can you please not be angry?"

Another string of "I'm sorry" poured into my ears.

Is this something Cheng Lan could actually say?

"I'm not angry," Xia Lanzheng said dumbly, her skin covered with goosebumps. "Why are you apologizing?"

Cheng Lan coughed and said, "I'm not angry... Then go home quickly."

Xia Lanzheng said "hmm".

Cheng Lan added, "By the way, I just called your brother."

Xia Lanzheng: "Why did you call him?"

"Looking for you," Cheng Lan's voice trailed off. "I asked, and he said you haven't returned home yet... Never mind, it's going to rain, you should walk faster."

After hanging up the phone, Xia Lanzheng looked up and saw that the deep blue sky was covered with dark clouds and it had indeed started to rain.

He quickened his pace, and before he had gone far, he vaguely saw someone approaching not far away.

The man was tall and slender, and walked very fast. The moment he saw him, he walked straight towards him.

Xia Lanzheng stared at the figure intently, and a familiar face appeared in his eyes, and he paused for breath.

The outline rises and falls like a drop of thick ink falling into clear water.

In the dark night, Chu Linchuan, holding a transparent umbrella, stopped in front of Xia Lanzheng and looked down at him for a long time.

Xia Lanzheng raised her head and stared at him blankly for some reason, thinking that Chu Linchuan was looking for him.

The emotions brought from the hospital were immediately washed away.

Just like the time not long ago, Chu Linchuan was like an anchor point in the unknown sea, always becoming clear when it was least expected but most needed.

Xia Lanzheng swallowed and was trying to calm herself down when she suddenly heard Chu Linchuan speak in a teasing tone.

"It's about to rain, and you're still walking so slowly."

"Xia Lanzheng, are you stepping on ants while walking?"

*

The night rain started to fall when we were halfway up the mountain.

The linear raindrops hit the transparent umbrella surface, making a crisp sound of dripping.

Chu Linchuan remained calm and pulled Xia Lanzheng towards him: "Come closer, haven't you noticed that your shoulders are wet?"

Their arms were touching each other, and the humid air diluted Chu Linchuan's breath a lot.

"How do you know where I am?" Xia Lanzheng asked.

"It's just this one road," Chu Linchuan tilted his umbrella to the right, "Just keep going and you'll run into me."

Xia Lanzheng thought for a moment and asked again, "What if I can't touch him?"

Chu Linchuan glanced at Xia Lanzheng.

He was unexpectedly serious today, as if he had to get an answer.

However, it may not be the answer to this question, it may be something else, and Chu Linchuan has no way of knowing.

"Then I'll call you," Chu Linchuan said, not giving Xia Lanzheng a chance to ask again. He thought patiently for a moment and said, "If you don't answer, I'll have to mobilize the whole family to go out and look for someone."

Xia Lanzheng stepped into a puddle with a puddle. The water was shallow and a few drops splashed onto her shoes.

"Thank you," Xia Lanzheng said, "You're such a nice person."

This was not the first time he said something strange, but this time he was unexpectedly serious, and there was a hint of loss in his tone.

Are you in a bad mood? Didn't you make an appointment with Cheng Lan to play together this afternoon?

It's hard to understand.

The rain on the umbrella blocked out the entire sky. Chu Linchuan stopped and sighed softly: "Who offended you?"

The rain suddenly fell on her head. Xia Lanzheng covered her forehead and retreated under the umbrella. She looked up and blinked: "Who offended me?"

"I'm asking you." Chu Linchuan said.

He held the umbrella in his right hand and glanced to the side. He could see through Xia Lanzheng with just one look.

"No one bothered me," Xia Lanzheng shrugged. "My friend is sick, and I just took him to the hospital."

Chu Linchuan raised his eyebrows: "Are you unhappy because of this?"

Xia Lanzheng thought to herself, why can Chu Linchuan always sense that he is in a bad mood? Is it that obvious?

"A little bit," Xia Lanzheng grabbed his arm and motioned him to keep going, "but it doesn't matter."

Unexpectedly, Chu Linchuan stood there without moving and moved the umbrella away from Xia Lanzheng's head.

The raindrops dripped onto Xia Lanzheng's forehead again. She was unhappy about being wet and slowly frowned. Only then did Chu Linchuan move the umbrella back.

"What are you doing?" Xia Lanzheng wanted to get the umbrella herself, but Chu Linchuan dodged sideways.

"You're weird," Chu Linchuan leaned in closer, staring into his eyes. Suddenly, he fiddled with his thick black eyelashes, "Why aren't you crying anymore?"

Xia Lanzheng waved her hands like she was swatting a mosquito: "Why am I crying?"

"I don't know." Chu Linchuan thought for a moment, his eyes drifting away for a few seconds before returning closer. He smiled and said, "You used to be very fond of crying. Last time you had a fight with Cheng Lan, you kept crying when you came back."

Xia Lanzheng was speechless. Chu Linchuan laughed at him and added, "He's crying out of anger, like a jumping frog ready to jump up at any moment."

Something inexplicable.

Xia Lanzheng grinned like him and started walking on her own: "Are you still going? The rain is getting heavier."

Chu Linchuan didn't say anything, but the transparent umbrella slid across the sky above his head again.

Not far away, the lights in the Chu family villa were bright, only the window in the living room was dim.

I don't know if it was a movie or a late-night TV channel, but the lights flickered from time to time.

Chu Linchuan opened the combination lock outside the yard, his slender fingers slid across Xia Lanzheng's eyes, and the rain fell along the ribs of the umbrella onto Chu Linchuan's ring.

The silver was magnified and shrunk, appearing less real.

Xia Lanzheng stared at that place, and when Chu Linchuan entered the last number, he reached out and pressed his ring.

I felt the cold silver light, moved it gently, and felt a hint of warmth on my fingertips.

Chu Linchuan's hand sank and his arm stopped there, and the password lock made a "wrong input" prompt sound.

He raised his eyelids, but Xia Lanzheng seemed unaware and was trying carefully to grasp the remaining warmth in his hand.

"Xia Lanzheng, did you lose your soul after going to the hospital?" Chu Linchuan asked.

Xia Lanzheng suddenly came back to his senses, and the real touch made his heart drop. He withdrew his hand: "I saw that you entered the password incorrectly, so I wanted to help you."

Chu Linchuan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but didn't expose his intentions. He skillfully entered the password: "Then thank you. You are such a kind person."

"It's okay, don't be polite to me."

Xia Lanzheng walked into the living room, and the people on the sofa turned their heads in unison, and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that he was not wet by the rain.

Chu Linyu stood up: "Zheng Zheng, supper is in the kitchen, do you want to eat?"

Chu Linchuan was changing his shoes when he glanced over and asked, "Why don't you ask me?"

"What are you eating?" Chu Linyu took his umbrella and handed it to his aunt. He walked over to Xia Lanzheng and touched his shoulder. "Chu Linchuan, how did you hold the umbrella? You're wet!"

Chu Linchuan snorted and ignored him, going into the house and taking off his coat.

Xia Lanzheng explained that she had accidentally made it. Seeing her aunt walking towards the kitchen, she quickly called her and said, "Auntie, I don't want to eat anymore. I want to go back to my room and sleep."

Auntie asked, "Why don't you eat? How about some milk?"

"Zhengzheng, it's okay to drink some milk," Yang Yuxiao said, turning around. "Drink it so you can sleep better."

Xia Lanzheng couldn't refuse, so she finally returned to her room with the warm milk. He wasn't used to drinking milk, and he couldn't quite put his finger on the taste; it had a sweet aftertaste, which he didn't like.

The rain started to fall again, seeping into the sticky spider-web-like dream.

The sky was cloudy and pitch black in the dream as well.

Chu Linchuan stood at the stairs and looked him up and down: "Where are you from?"

"Star Garden."

Xingxing Garden is the welfare home where Xia Lanzheng lives. He has been there since he can remember.

Chu Linchuan didn't say anything for a while, then came down from the second floor and picked up the lunch roll on the table. After taking two bites, he saw the child still looking at him eagerly.

Chu Lang brought him back yesterday, but didn’t he give him food?

"Eat it," Chu Linchuan handed one over, "There's more left after you finish it."

Xia Lanzheng broke the bread into two halves and kept half in her bag.

He was curious about this brother who suddenly appeared at home.

When Chu Lang brought him back last night, he said that there were two more children at home, so don't be afraid, they are his older brothers.

"Brother." Xia Lanzheng called him.

Chu Linchuan's hair stood on end when he was called that. He frowned and backed away: "I'm wrong. I'm not your brother."

Xia Lanzheng opened her mouth and said, "Chu Linyu."

"No," Chu Linchuan was startled and wiped his hands with a tissue, "I'm not Chu Linyu either, my name is Chu Linchuan."

After that, this name floated in her dreams for a long time. Xia Lanzheng chased after the three words "Chu Linchuan", calling him again and again like flying a kite.

"You called me the wrong name," the teenage Chu Linchuan turned his face over and squeezed his cheek with his palm, "It's brother."

"Mee-mee" sounds came from a distance. Xia Lanzheng touched the mobile phone under the pillow, stared at the light coming through the gap in the curtains, and was distracted for a long time.

"Are you up?" The honking of rush hour horns filled the other end of the phone, and Yu Jiawei raised his voice to ask, "You didn't forget to record today, did you?"

Xia Lanzheng sat up from the bed, looked at the bright sky and scratched her hair: "I didn't forget, Brother Yu, my alarm clock hasn't rung yet."

"I'm worried you might oversleep. Come to the recording session after you've packed up. I'll be waiting for you at the door."

Xia Lanzheng has been having trouble sleeping lately and feels dizzy and heavy.

He took a shower and when he walked out the door, the house was unexpectedly quiet. There was a car parked outside the yard and Li Ping'an was sitting in the car watching short videos.

A pet video was playing on the phone, the kitten was purring, and Li Pingan was laughing.

"Knock-knock—"

Xia Lanzheng knocked on the car window.

"Hey, young master!" Li Pingan came back to his senses, "Over here, over here, get in the car!"

Xia Lanzheng stood by the car and looked inside: "Waiting for me?"

Li Pingan put away his phone, got out of the car and opened the door: "Yes, I'm waiting for you. The second young master specifically told me that you have work today, so let me take you there."

Xia Lanzheng asked, "When did he say that?"

"Hmm?" Li Pingan answered casually, "I forgot, it was just a few days ago."

Xia Lanzheng flipped through her phone in the car. Over the past two days, Su Cheng had sent her countless messages. But they were all just the same old things: explanations and apologies.

All of this was so unusual and so orderly that it seemed as if he was just one of the cogs that kept the world turning.

Is he?

Xia Lanzheng hasn't figured this out yet.

*

The filming location was an abandoned factory. Li Pingan muttered as he drove, "Is this show serious? Why did you choose such a place?"

Xia Lanzheng smiled but said nothing. The surroundings looked eerie, which was quite interesting.

Li Ping'an sent the person there and turned back to take a photo.

"Send it to my brother?" Xia Lanzheng asked.

"Yeah," Li Pingan said, "You two have been getting along pretty well lately, right? He keeps mentioning you."

Xia Lanzheng opened the car door and signaled Li Pingan not to get out: "Not bad."

Several containers were temporarily set up next to the factory, and the red and yellow color was very eye-catching. Yu Jiawei came out to lead the group and took Xia Lanzheng to meet the three guests in front.

An idol, a singer, and a comedian.

The fourth guest was Song Xinghuai. As a newcomer, he sat at the innermost seat. Seeing Xia Lanzheng, he didn't say anything and just waved politely.

"Do you know him?" Yu Jiawei took a look with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

"I guess we know each other," Xia Lanzheng said, sitting in front of the makeup mirror, her bangs pinned to her forehead by her hairstylist. "Brother Yu, don't you remember? We filmed a movie directed by Yu Shuang together before."

Yu Jiawei lit a cigarette with a click. He was a little surprised to hear this and looked over there again: "I don't have much impression. I just know that he is a newly signed artist of the company."

Xia Lanzheng looked in the mirror and asked, "Brother Yu, you don't remember me?"

That shouldn’t be the case. Song Xinghuai is the protagonist of the original book. How could anyone not have an impression of him?

"Huh? No, just an ordinary newcomer." Yu Jiawei suddenly remembered something and stroked the stubble on his chin, lowering his voice. "Don't tell me, he was brought in by President Lu. I know that."

Xia Lanzheng's doubts, which had been suppressed for a long time, became even deeper.

In the original plot, Lu Yanqing wanted to keep Song Xinghuai by his side, and even the work he assigned to him was under his own nose.

What's going on now? Why did he push the person to Chu Linchuan?

It's like... it's like holding a hot potato.

But Song Xinghuai is not a weakling.

Xia Lanzheng had a worried look on his face, but he didn't have much time to think.

He was not left alone today. A professional makeup team came to help him, and in just half an hour, Xia Lanzheng looked radiant.

His long hair was loose, and a tassel earring was faintly visible from it.

She wore a wide-shouldered leather jacket with a waist-length black tank top underneath. Her makeup wasn't heavy, but the blush on her cheeks and under her eyes was noticeable, making her look a little gloomy against her cold, pale skin.

For a moment, Yu Jiawei actually forgot what to do. When Xia Lanzheng glanced at him coldly, he subconsciously took half a step back.

The young man stared at him for two seconds, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up——

"Hey! Don't laugh, don't laugh," Yu Jiawei, anxious to take promotional photos for him, said, "If you laugh, the atmosphere will be ruined."

Xia Lanzheng was under the scorching sun, unable to open her eyes. "Brother Yu, I'm so hot."

"Hold on," Yu Jiawei yelled, "Your idol is not allowed to sweat!"

"I'm not an idol at all," Xia Lanzheng laughed. "I'm just a small anchor."

After taking the photos, the staff came to arrange the process. The filming and recording team were getting ready when there was a noise at the entrance.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Cheng Lan, with a healthy tan complexion, walked over from the other end of the container.

He had already put on makeup and was wearing a simple shirt and jeans, which made him look several years younger.

Several staff members exclaimed in surprise, and someone quickly came over to greet them, "Teacher Cheng, why are you here so early?"

Xia Lanzheng was hiding in the crowd like an ostrich. Yu Jiawei wanted to go up and have a look at her, but Xia Lanzheng held him back.

"Are you two arguing again?" Yu Jiawei was not surprised and waved to Yang Pengfei. "Stop arguing. There will be many opportunities for cooperation in the future. It's not a good thing to keep arguing."

Xia Lanzheng shook her head and uttered "no noise".

His relationship with Cheng Lan has progressed rapidly, and they can be called friends.

But Cheng Lan's posture was so strange that Xia Lanzheng couldn't tell what was going on.

For example, last night, he stood up Cheng Lan, but Cheng Lan was not angry at all.

For example, now, even though Xia Lanzheng lowered her head, she still had a bad feeling.

He always felt that Cheng Lan would call him the next second.

Why are you calling him? Aren't they sworn enemies?

"Lift your head!" Yu Jiawei slapped Xia Lanzheng on the back. "Maybe there's a hidden camera filming you. Let's be open!"

Xia Lanzheng shuddered, straightened her back, and looked forward sharply.

Sure enough, Cheng Lan's gaze turned half a circle and landed precisely on Xia Lanzheng's face.

Their eyes met. Cheng Lan wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and didn't say a word for a long time.

Xia Lanzheng exuded a different temperament than usual, she was cold and indifferent, looking at everyone as if she were looking at a dog.

Cheng Lan choked, eager to prove that he was not in this category.

He found it difficult to take his eyes off Xia Lanzheng's face. Something flashed in the sunlight. He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing it clearly, and his throat was finally able to make a sound.

"It's... quite nice."

Xia Lanzheng tilted her head: "Thank you?"

"You're welcome," Cheng Lan added, "Ahem, I meant your earrings."