At the end of January, Chen Xing received admission notices from several schools.
During this period of time, Lin Xiucheng was too busy with his work to stay home, and he had nothing to do and didn’t stay home.
Jiang Zhengzhen came back, he first got a conditional offer from the University of London, and now his IELTS score has reached the standard, and he is terribly nervous, planning to travel around Europe every day, and asked Chen Xing if he would like to join.
Chen Xing said that he could do it at any time, and a few people made up the time, and it was scheduled for late March.
There was still a gap of two months, and finally ran into Lin Xiucheng who came back to pick up the documents at home. Chen Xing grabbed him and asked, "I want to go back to China."
He wanted to go back to Qingcheng. At that time, Chen Xing didn't have a mobile phone, no mailbox, and had no contact information. Although in modern society, it is very easy to get in touch, but Chen Xing still wanted to go back and experience the lives of old acquaintances face to face. OK.
Because he's doing fine.
Lin Xiucheng agreed, and asked when he would leave, Chen Xing said casually, "Just a few days."
"Shall I prepare anything for you?" Lin Xiucheng asked him.
Chen Xing said no, Lin Xiucheng took the documents and left, and the house was empty again, only him left.
A week later, Chen Xing returned to China. He landed in Haishi, surrounded by Chinese characters, all of them were of yellow race. He only had one suitcase, and he carried it away. He changed to another terminal and flew to Qingcheng. .
The airport in Qingcheng is by the sea. It is very small and old. It is still the same as when Chen Xing left. Advertisements for domestic mobile phones are all over the walls. At the exit, many people hold signs asking Chen Xing if he can stay in a hotel.
Chen Xing said in Qingcheng dialect: "I can't stop."
He took a taxi and went straight to the Qingcheng Orphanage. The orphanage is located behind a school in the city center. It occupies three small buildings. The front is a three-story office building, and the back is two dormitories for children. and activity center.
Counting the time to go to Haishi, Chen Xing has been away from Qingcheng for eleven months, nearly a year.
He walked into the small door on the side of the iron gate. Old man Zhou in the reception room was reading newspapers with reading glasses. Chen Xing knocked on the window with a smile.
Old man Zhou raised his head, took off his glasses and looked at him for a while, then patted the table: "Chen Xing!"
All the people in the orphanage flocked to the financial office to see Brother Xing. He came back this time to return to his hometown with good clothes and glory. Before the orphanage, his little brother was so excited that he yelled around him.
Sister Xiaoyu loves to cry, and when she sees him, her eyes get wet, and she reaches out to hit him: "Chen Xing! You have no conscience!"
Chen Xing pounced on his elder sister Xiaoyu who was hugging him and acted like a baby.
Dean Chen went to the city hall for a meeting, and Xiao Yu called him, and he said he would call Chen Xing for dinner when he came back tonight.
Later, the children dispersed, and Chen Xing and Xiao Yu chatted for a whole noon, talking about Chen Xing's interesting stories in England and the recent situation of Qingcheng Orphanage.
"I'm getting married," Xiao Yu suddenly told Chen Xing, she smiled happily, full of love, "It's next weekend, you must stay until my wedding day!"
Chen Xing was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll give you a huge red envelope!"
"Who wants that from you?" Sister Xiaoyu straightened his collar and told him, "Don't always think about relying on others."
Thinking of Lin Xiucheng, Chen Xing sighed: "Then who is my brother-in-law?"
"You know it," Xiao Yu covered her mouth with a smile, "it's..."
Xiao Yu also had to go to a financial meeting in the afternoon, and Chen Xing told her to hurry up and not to dawdle, he still had to hurry up and take a look around Qingcheng.
Coming out of the orphanage, Chen Xing crossed the road, wanting to buy a pack of cigarettes at the store in his memory.
Passing a glass door, he stopped.
This is a tattoo shop. There are many photos of tattoos on the skin pasted on the glass door. In the lower left corner, there are tattoos, scar removal and other scarlet letters. Chen Xing glanced inside. The decoration is simple and clear, but it is not a road. The feeling of a side shop.
An open wooden sign was hung on the door, and a stream of heating came out from the crack.
Chen Xing paused, opened the door and walked in.
The shop owner is a sweet-looking girl. Hearing the wind chime on the door, she raised her head and greeted Chen Xing: "Hi, do you want a tattoo?"
"Yes." Chen Xing nodded.
He didn't understand this at all, and there was some confusion in his eyes. The shopkeeper saw it and asked him gently: "What do you want to get tattooed, and where?"
Chen Xing thought for a moment and asked, "Can tattoos cover my scars?"
"It depends on how big your tattoo is, so you can cover it up," she explained, and showed Chen Xing some tattoo sample books, "When you say cover your scar, it's actually because the tattoo is on the scar, and others will only pay attention to it when they see it." To the tattoo, not the scar."
Chen Xing hummed, looked down at the samples on the counter, found the letter sample book he was looking for, and opened it to read.
"Can you show me your scars?" the shopkeeper asked, "I'll see if I can cover them."
Chen Xing raised his head and smiled at her: "Wait a minute, can you tattoo letters like this for me?"
The shopkeeper leaned over to see that it was a simple Wisdom Script font, which was very ordinary and didn't match Chen Xing's appearance very well.
"Are you sure?" the shopkeeper confirmed with him, "What do you want tattooed?"
Chen Xing stretched out his finger to touch the font, and grinned at her: "Sure, I want a tattoo—do you have a pen?"
Seeing him smiling, the shop owner felt a little hot for some reason, turned around and handed him a pen and paper. Chen Xing signed two short words and said to the shop owner, "I want this tattooed."
On the paper it read, "Vincent Lim".
After confirming the style, the shopkeeper went to lock the door and changed the sign to close. She just didn't have a reservation that day, and she didn't expect an impromptu guest to come.
After entering the workshop, Chen Xing pulled down his pants and half-lyed on the chair, while the shopkeeper disinfected him.
"Is your name Vincent?" the owner chatted with him, "It sounds nice."
Chen Xing held up the tablet computer that the owner gave him to watch the video, turned down the volume, and said, "No, it's the name of someone I like."
The store manager glanced at him: "The girl's name is Vincent?"
Chen Xing smiled and winked at her without answering.
She hesitated for a while, and then said, "Your scars may not be well covered by the tattooed letters."
"It's okay," Chen Xing said softly, and repeated, "It doesn't matter."
"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt very much," the shop owner felt that he was a little nervous, comforted him, pasted the tattoo paper on his hip bone, and asked for his opinion: "Is this okay?"
Chen Xing looked down, Lin Xiucheng's name was printed on his scar, it looked as if he belonged to Lin Xiucheng, it was very suitable.
"Okay, let's get a tattoo."
For Chen Xing, who has experienced many battles, the pain of tattooing is roughly the level of mosquito bites.
He was not bored watching the domestically popular mother-in-law and daughter-in-law dramas recommended by the shop owner. He also discussed with the shop owner how to deal with his wife and mother if he were a husband.
The shopkeeper ordered him not to speak so as not to affect her work.
It didn't take long for Chen Xingwen to write two words, and the shopkeeper's pattern was fine. After watching three episodes, the shopkeeper began to wash his blood and paint.
After rubbing the wound with a hot towel, it still hurts. Chen Xing stared at the letters on the scar, his fingertips were itchy, and wanted to touch it.
At this time, Lin Xiucheng called and asked him how Qingcheng was.
"Of course it's like a fish in water." The shopkeeper took away the towel, and Chen Xing couldn't help the temptation. He reached out to touch the slightly red and swollen place on the edge of the tattoo, but the shopkeeper slapped his hand and yelled "ah".
Lin Xiucheng heard the noise and asked him, "What are you doing?"
"I'm..." Chen Xing thought for a while, "Picking up girls."
The shopkeeper looked up at him, Chen Xing winked at her, the shopkeeper was also very playful, and said loudly on purpose: "Baby, have you washed it well? Why is it taking so long?"
Chen Xing curled up with a smile, and his muscles tensed up to the tattoo all over his abdomen. The pain caused him to quickly hold on to the storage table next to the chair, and the shopkeeper gently pushed it back.
With a smile in his tone, Lin Xiucheng warned him: "Don't bring me back my daughter-in-law quietly."
"If you brought one back, would you ask me who I would save if you and her fell into the water?" Chen Xing automatically entered the drama of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Tell him softly, "Father, then I will save you."
Lin Xiucheng laughed out loud.
The two chatted for a few more words, the shopkeeper asked Chen Xing to stand up, and he told Lin Xiucheng to hang up first.
"You and your father have such a good relationship," the shop owner envied Chen Xing, "My father is very opposed to my opening the shop, and we haven't been in touch for a long time."
Chen Xing looked at his tattoo in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and he was still not used to it. He comforted the shopkeeper and said, "The objection shows that he cares about you. I also hope that he can object to me, but he just objected to me not eating."
Chen Xing said the last two sentences to herself, but the shopkeeper didn't understand. She hurriedly stopped Chen Xing from pulling up the hem of his trousers: "You can't lift it up, you can cover it with your coat."
Chen Xing had no choice but to go back to the hotel in his clothes.
Chen Xing stayed in Qingcheng for more than a week. He first got together with some of his junior high school buddies, and returned to London the next day after attending Xiaoyu's wedding, because he was going back to accompany Lin Xiucheng. For the Spring Festival.
It happened to be February 14th when I returned to London. On the morning of Valentine's Day, there was a sweet pink smell at home and abroad. When getting off the plane, Chen Xingjin felt a bit nervous, and saw Lin Xiucheng who was waiting to pick him up at the exit, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest. After all, he secretly covered himself with Lin Xiucheng's Poking, and intending to plot against him, he has to feel guilty when he meets the right lord.
However, Chen Xing is always a person who gets more frustrated and braver. At this moment, he doesn't panic anymore. He drags the box and greets Lin Xiucheng: "Vincent!"
Lin Xiucheng didn't say that he was not old or young, but put his arms around Chen Xing and led him forward: "Where is my daughter-in-law?"
Chen Xing shrugged: "Still chasing."
"Oh?" Lin Xiucheng was surprised, "Really?"
Chen Xing nodded, as if he didn't want to talk more.
Lin Xiucheng was suddenly a little lost. Chen Xing had a secret when he returned to the country. He wanted to know more, so he questioned Chen Xing in the car: "Is it the girl who asked you to take a bath that day?"
Chen Xing tilted his head slightly to look at him, and said nothing, the corners of his mouth curved very elusively.
Lin Xiucheng was silent for a while, then compromised, and said, "Go home first or eat first?"
Chen Xing looked at the time: "Go home."
At home, Chen Xing opened the suitcase and took out the gift he gave Lin Xiucheng.
"It's for you." Chen Xing handed it over.
Lin Xiu took over and wanted to dismantle it, but Chen Xing refused to dismantle it for him: "No, it can't be dismantled now."
"Chen Xing, something is wrong with you today." Lin Xiucheng held up the small box in his hand and put it on the top shelf of the wine cabinet. He is much taller than Chen Xing and has great strength. He doesn't want to give Chen Xing anything. Chen Xing is I can't get it anyway.
Chen Xing and him looked at each other for a while, then suddenly hugged his waist and buried him in Lin Xiucheng's arms, as if he was very insecure and heartbroken.
"I don't think he likes me." Chen Xing confided to Lin Xiucheng, Chen Xing's voice had a fragile nasal tone, like all teenagers, stumbled and stumbled by the troubles of adolescence.
When Lin Xiucheng met Chen Xing, his heart was always soft. He also stretched out his arms around Chen Xing, and told Chen Xing: "No one can dislike you."
"I don't know how to make him like me," Chen Xing raised his head, looked at Lin Xiucheng, and complained, "I'm probably a step away from someone he would like."
Gender difference is enough of a moat.
"What kind of person does she like?" Lin Xiucheng asked him tentatively.
Chen Xing leaned his head back on Lin Xiucheng's shoulder again: "It's not me anyway."
Lin Xiucheng knew that there was nothing to ask from Chen Xing's mouth, so he hugged him, enjoying the feeling of being depended on as a parent, and jealous of the person who made Chen Xing so considerate. He should hope that Chen Xing will live a life free from worries, but dark emotions sprouted in Lin Xiucheng's heart. If Chen Xing's happiness and sadness all come from him, that would be great.
But it can't, because his Chen Xing is really going to grow up.