After the hot pot was over, several people came out and they couldn't control their legs.
Xie Lan was half drunk. He put his hand on Dou Sheng's shoulder and stood on the side of the road to blow the wind.
The phone is constantly buzzing with messages.
-Herring: You guys have a safe trip, I'll report it when you land.
-Latte: See you next year on UK exchange
- Gouzi Wangwang: Take care of your belongings
-Ode: Pay attention to safety, be sure to pay attention to safety
- Cheerilee: Well, Britain is easy to bend, so be careful... Oh no, you don't have to be careful anymore.
-Chen Xiaochuan: Crystal and I will come to play with you around Christmas. I’m still saving money.
Xie Lan scrolled through the group chat with drunken eyes, replied with a Maomao ok emoticon, and exited.
Then, after receiving the message posted by Zhao Wenying in the family group, the screen was filled with reminders. Xie Lan looked at it, and the words flew out, dancing wildly on the screen, almost to the point of fainting. He fell on Dou Sheng's shoulder.
He rubbed his eyes, kept awake and tried to reply. As soon as he typed a few words, his phone was snatched away by Dou Sheng.
Dou Sheng pressed the voice button and said, "Okay, Mom, we both know. Xie Lan is drunk and is sleeping on top of me."
Xie Lan's eyes suddenly widened and became even more out of focus.
"Why did you say bad things about me to Aunt Zhao?!"
Dou Sheng put his head on his shoulder and said, "I haven't said anything yet. I'm so drunk that I'm so tongue-tied. Please rest."
He Xiu and Ye Si called for a driver and left. Zhongchen lowered his head to take a taxi, while Jian Zixing stood beside him.
Jian Zixing was also very drunk, with dark eyes, and after a while he looked towards Xie Lan again.
Xie Lan calmly let Dou Sheng go, and sure enough, Jian Zixing came over and opened his hands, "Lan Lan, come and give me a hug."
Xie Lan hugged , Jian Zixing rested his chin on 's shoulder, and said in a drunken voice: "If you and your dad are unhappy, you can come back at any time. Anyway, you and Douzi make a lot of money, and you don't care about a degree." ”
Xie Lan said yes and rubbed his good friend's back, "Come and play when you have time."
Jian Zixing hummed, "be safe."
Seeing all their friends leaving, Xie Lan and Dou Sheng were the only ones left on the road.
Every gathering is like this, bustling, people disperse, and everything returns to silence, leaving only each other.
Dou Sheng put his arm around Xie Lan's shoulders and said, "Let's go, go upstairs and get our luggage. The airport shuttle is almost here."
"Um."
Xie Lan followed Dou Sheng towards the gate of the community. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.
In the dim light of night, the big clock tower and the building are facing each other in the distance. The solemn building does not need too many lights to embellish it under the night sky, but it is still an eternal light.
"T is big." Xie Lan whispered subconsciously.
The phone buzzed again, it was Zhao Wenying's private message.
-Lanlan, when you return to London, take care of Langjing for me.
Xie Lan's eyes suddenly became hazy, he cleared his throat and sent a voice message.
"Okay, Aunt Zhao, I will definitely bring you."
Hold hands with Dou Sheng and go home, ignoring the explosion of private messages on Weibo and Station B.
-hello? ?
-Where are you two
-What's the date today?
-Have you forgotten your station b password again
-You're flying out at midnight today, right? What about live broadcast
- Habaer, is it really possible for a person with tens of millions of fans to live broadcast
-Where's the promised jklan
-You, coins, are gone
Xie Lan and Dou Sheng both made a tacit agreement not to look at their mobile phones. The house was already empty, with four surprisingly large shipping boxes standing on the ground, as well as a backpack and Xie Lan's piano case.
"T big, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
The keys were stacked on the shoe cabinet. With their heavy luggage, we bid farewell to this small rental house where we had lived for four years and to T University.
…
It’s half past in the morning.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the caxxxx flight from Beijing to London has started boarding."
Xie Lan clicked on Station B as soon as he sat down on the plane, "Is it time to pass the review? My app is going to explode."
"Almost, it was sent before dinner. It has been seven or eight hours now." Dou Sheng tightened the seat belt and chuckled, "It's really going to explode after the interrogation."
Xie Lan flew over with a dagger in his eye, immediately smiled and avoided sight, and took out his cell phone from his pocket.
His slender fingers poked open the small fan TV and pulled it down at will.
"Hey, the review has been released. What a coincidence."
The up you are following Xie Lan_em has just submitted a video.
"Benefits for Tens of Millions of Fans | 18 Hours Limited to JK Lan | Delete as soon as you land in London"
Even though I had already locked myself in a room and forced myself to watch the video ten times, I had reached a certain level of mental numbness. Xie Lan instantly took out his noise-canceling earplugs when he heard Dou Sheng inhale hissingly.
"I'm sleeping. Don't poke me if the barrage says anything." He decisively plugged his ears, pulled down his blindfold, crossed his chest and twisted his head - his forehead was pressed against the cabin wall, and the ostrich felt confident.
"clear."
Dou Sheng nodded, put on his headphones, and started watching the video with a mysterious smile.
The one-minute short film is Xie Lan’s last stand.
Refuse to live broadcast or react on the spot. Even if you know it will be recorded and spread, you still choose "limited 24-hour playback".
Bgm is a solo violin piece written by 大. The style of the music is fresh and gorgeous, and the melody has many fixed points, and these fixed points have become the fixed points in the video.
The opening screen was black, and a bright light hit the dark curtain. Standing in front of the curtain was a young man with a cold expression.
The first set, late spring.
Light pink lapel shirt, pink and purple small plaid pleated skirt, diagonal striped tie of the same color. The camera shows the young man's legs below his knees, fair and slender, and his slender waist is not too bulky. The tip of the tie's hem swayed back and forth on the skirt, and it was so beautiful that it was indescribable.
Xie Lan slightly raised his chin towards the camera, and for a moment, as the music fixed the focus, he suddenly swung his skirt on one side of his body.
The camera suddenly lost focus and zoomed in, until it found focus again on the high-definition close-up of the face.
At the moment of focus, the indifferent young man suddenly smiled businesslikely at the camera, and then instantly switched to the music to switch to the next set.
The barrages were already rolling in, and Dou Sheng had to limit the number of barrages on the same screen.
-Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck
-Pink jk, make money, make money
-And the hemline!
-Damn this wave of blood profit! !
-Damn, Lan Zai is so much slimmer than Douzi.
-Good reviews without wearing a wig!
-I declare that from now on I love short hair jk
Set , Time Corridor.
A row of buttoned white short shirt, paired with a cyan pleated skirt. The skirt has a very high waist, which makes the boy's waist slim and his legs long. Xie Lan walked from one side of the screen to the other. In the next frame, he had a SLR camera in his hand. He adjusted the focus and aperture with familiarity, then raised the camera and pointed it at the lens.
There was a click sound, a bright white flash, the next set.
The third set, Seine River.
A white wavy collared shirt, paired with a deciduous brown plaid pleated skirt, and a round and plump bow tie under the collar. The violin, which exuded a honey-like luster, was placed beside 's legs. Xie Lan held the violin under his neck and followed the rhythm of the music, bowed and opened the strings. The sound of the music was in perfect harmony with the BGM.
The collarbone was highlighted, and together with the violin on the other side, it sparkled in front of the camera. A gust of wind passed by, causing the hem of the skirt to fly and the young man's lush black hair to brush against his ears. The music and the hem of the skirt were so calm, and only the tip of the ear, which was being brushed by the hair, was half an inch flushed.
-Awei is dead! ! ! !
-Where can I marry such a mother-in-law
-Don’t you have a mother-in-law yourself? Why do you covet my mother-in-law
-jk violin, I didn’t know where to look for a moment, it’s so beautiful in the same frame!
-The edge of the violin is glowing omg
- Lan Zai’s collarbone is also glowing omg
-It implies that our violin is the body! ! !
Xie Lan wore this outfit for a long time, and the violin made her feel much more comfortable. She turned sideways and played gracefully to the camera until the last ten seconds of the video.
Along with the music, the screen suddenly shook, and in the next frame, a tall and handsome figure wearing a black suit suddenly appeared behind him.
Fasten it with one button so that the material can be tightened just right along the waistline. The fabric on the buttocks is well-fitted, the trouser legs hang low-key, and the straight and slender legs are very masculine.
Dou Sheng looked at the camera and gently raised the corners of his lips, hugged Xie Lan from behind, and held the hand holding the bow and piano with one hand.
-Ahhhhh!
-What a good thing this is!
-Double, double
-Ah, the bean front is a!
- Mr. , please allow me to call Mr. for one second!
-Mr. Po! Hello! I'm crazy hahaha
The barrage filled the screen, and the BGM music once again ushered in a blank shot.
An aerial shot before the climax.
Dou Sheng's voice suddenly sounded in the earphones, and the low voice seemed to be close to his ears. It is the magnetism of a young man that emerges from the boy's voice after many years.
"one."
"."
Then Xie Lan's hand opened the bow instantly, and the live performance and BGM sounded at the same time, pushing the gorgeous and romantic notes to the peak.
Then, pause.
Dou Sheng let go of Xie Lan's hand and stretched his hand towards the camera. Xie Lan's eyes followed the guidance of his arm and looked directly at the camera.
After a crisp snap of his fingers, Dou Sheng twisted a golden sycamore leaf between his fingers.
The camera zoomed in, and the facial features of and Xie Lan, the sexy black suit, and the long-awaited JK uniform were all blurred.
Only the small, golden leaf becomes increasingly clear in the lens.
The leaves have dense veins, a zigzag outline, a thin but tough texture, and a thin, energetic petiole.
"call-"
Dou Sheng held the leaf in his hand and blew it in front of his eyes. In the camera lens, the leaf swirled and flew towards him until it completely covered the camera lens.
One minute, just right.
The screen is black.
In the middle of the night, this video appeared silently, killing the list with extreme madness. The number of views has increased explosively, and even Dou Sheng, who is accustomed to the boom in data, still feels numb when looking at the gushing numbers.
"Have you finished reading?" Xie Lan, who turned his head and still felt suffocated in the eye mask on the other side, said angrily: "How is the data?"
"I would like to call it a cosmic natural disaster." Dou Sheng reached out and took off one of his earplugs. "I can only say that it is a more tragic catastrophe than you expected."
"whispering sound."
Xie Lan's ears turned red, and he waved his hand in the air - wearing a blindfold, his intuition misjudged, and he missed the target.
Dou Sheng took the initiative to reach over and let Xie Lan grab the earplugs and put them on again.
"I told you not to limit it to 24 hours, but to a maximum of 10 hours. The video will be deleted when we transfer." Xie Lan mumbled and turned over to sleep again. "Don't mention this video to me again. You can log in after 24 hours." My account has been deleted and I can’t see it.”
"Yes, Master." Dou Sheng smiled brightly, "Your AI boyfriend Douzi has accepted the order and is expected to automatically delete this extremely loving video in 23 hours and 55 minutes."
Xie Lan snorted and ignored it. The flight attendant came over to remind him of the flight mode. Dou Sheng immediately whispered: "Right away."
He glanced at Xie Lan, who was firmly wearing the goggles, and quickly liked the video and added coins to it three times in a row, forwarded the news, and cached it in ultra-clear 4K in the background.
The one-minute video was cached very quickly. The stewardess left the seat and came back. Dou Sheng had already put away her phone.
The network is interrupted.
Those views soaring towards millions and tens of millions, the numbing comments and coins, the number of page shares... they all disappeared before getting off the plane.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the crew members airlines have the pleasurewelingwilltaking offayou enjoy a pleasant flight.”
The plane dragged its huge white wings and slid on the runway, accelerating. The turbine rolled up a lot of air, and the engine made a solemn roar outside the cabin.
The moment he left the ground, Xie Lan, who seemed to have been asleep for a long time, secretly took off his blindfold, glanced at Dou Sheng, who was holding 's hand and closing his eyes to rest, and then looked out the small window.
At the end of September, the early autumn sky in the imperial capital was high and clear, and even at midnight, the sea of stars was shining brightly.
That year, I returned to my motherland on a crisp spring day, and now I am temporarily leaving again on such a refreshing autumn night.
This time, there is someone I like by my side.
The people you like will make the foggy city of London brighter.