Object, object!

Not long after the three of them were full, the broadcast began to announce that the snow had stopped, and then the flights began to prepare for boarding one after another.The boarding gate of Xiang Lan's flight also shows that the departure time is 8:05 an hour later.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and finally they can go back.

When the time came, she boarded the plane, and Xiang Lan was sleepy after a day of tossing around. Qin Chi gave her an eye mask, and after she put it on, she leaned on Qin Chi's shoulder to sleep.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when the plane landed in City G, and the subway was the fastest and most convenient way to go back to the city.When they arrived in the urban area, Peng Yun's house lived in the same direction as Xiang Lan's house, so she changed trains and left at the station.

Xiang Lan and Qin Chi continued until they arrived at the transfer station. Although they were on the same line, they were going in opposite directions.Qin Chi had class at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, so Xiang Lan asked her to go back tonight, otherwise tomorrow would be too late.

The two reluctantly bid farewell for a long time, Xiang Lan pushed Qin Chi to let her go quickly, and Qin Chi went down the stairs step by step.Xiang Lan watched her go, and then slowly dragged her luggage and walked in her direction.

Just as he was walking to the stairs, he heard footsteps behind him. Turning to Lan, it was Qin Chi.

Qin Chi was like a restless child, she said: "I always wake up early, and I won't be late when I set off tomorrow morning."

Xiang Lan smiled and said, "Zuzao."

Then let go of the suitcase in his hand, Qin Chi took it, dragged the two suitcases, and followed her down the stairs obediently.

Life returned to normal, Xiang Lan was still very busy, and Qin Chi had to prepare for the final exam of the first semester.However, Qin Chi is usually very serious and has learned very solidly, so there is no such thing as cramming before the end of the semester.

Qin Chi was reading in the library, and he also wanted to thank Huang Wen, a child who was destined to explode Buddhism. Qin Chi is a god of learning, and Huang Wen is a scumbag. In order not to fail a course, he could only hug Qin Chi's thigh tightly.Their classes were over, Huang Wen took up a seat in the library early in the morning, and waited for Qin Chi's stupid mother to arrive.

Qin Chi used to go to the library, so Huang Wen was happy to occupy a seat for her.After arriving, Qin Chi read other books by himself, and gave her his notes, and asked her to review according to the key points above, and would not ask any more questions.

Just as he was watching intently, Qin Chi's cell phone vibrated, and the caller ID was Lawyer Lei. Qin Chi was puzzled, but he still took his cell phone and went to the corridor to answer the call.

"Hello, Lawyer Lei." Qin Chi always had a kind of respect for Lawyer Lei, probably because he was the only one who kept guarding her after her accident.

"Qin Chi, there is something I need to ask about your wishes." Lawyer Lei said.

Qin Chi didn't speak, but paused for a moment, and Lawyer Lei continued, "Your aunt, Ms. Louise Qin, contacted me and said she wanted to see you."

……

After hanging up the phone, a daze appeared on Qin Chi's indifferent face, dear.

Her relatives are all on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. At the beginning of the year when her parents died, her mother's mental problems became more serious. The doctor had diagnosed her as 'severe bipolar disorder', and she would have serious self-harm behaviors when she was stimulated.

The psychiatrist suggested that it might be better to have relatives to accompany him, so during the Spring Festival of that year, my father took his mother, who was better after drug control, and she set foot on the United States for the first time to see relatives.

The first stop was her father's former home, which was a very luxurious house. Her relatives were just as indifferent as her father.She has grandpa, grandma, uncle's family and aunt who has been single.

At the family banquet, her father calmly stated her experience of more than ten years, and her relatives seemed to be listening to a story of an irrelevant person indifferently.

At the end of the story, the mother, who seemed a little sluggish because of taking the medicine, suddenly got into trouble, smashed the white porcelain bowl and cut open the artery in her neck with the shards. Qin Chi was sitting next to his father at that time, a few drops of scarlet blood spurted out. her face.

The father reacted and subdued her, and the family doctor had been sitting in the manor all the time, and only then did the mother's life be saved.

Grandpa said, "Go back wherever you came from."

That night, my father called an ambulance and took my mother to a nursing home.

The second stop was the mother's family. It was a small farm. She met her mother's sister and her aunt. The life of the aunt was not easy. Her husband was alcoholic and domestically violent. She had four children in need. Take care.

After the Spring Festival, his father took Qin Chi back to China, and his mother lived in a nursing home in the United States. That was the only time Qin Chi saw his relatives other than his parents.

The last exam of the final exam was in the morning. After packing her backpack, she met her aunt in a five-star hotel near Xiang Lan's home.

An elegant and indifferent woman, she was wearing an indigo hand-embroidered cheongsam with her hair tied up in a bun.Sitting with his back straight, his head turned sideways, he watched the smoggy sky outside from the window on the thirtieth floor.

Qin Chi approached and sat opposite her. She turned her head to look at Qin Chi and said, "You really look like your father."

Qin Chi didn't speak, waiting for her to continue.

"Your father left so suddenly, we often haven't contacted each other for a year or two. If it wasn't for the gift sent by the lawyer in accordance with the will last month, I wouldn't even know he passed away." She said, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. sad.

Qin Chi thought she should find it ironic that her relatives did not show up until a year and a half after her parents passed away, but now she just watched the woman in front of her as if she was reading someone else's story, expressing her sorrow for her brother's death lightly. Neither sad nor happy.

"From the lawyer, I know that no one from your mother's side has returned to China to see you. Although it is more than a year late, if you want, you can live with me in the United States."

Qin Chi lowered her eyes, and the mobile phone in her pocket rang a message from WeChat. She took out her mobile phone, and the lock screen interface was the "object" written by Xiang Lan and her in the snow. On the desktop, she hugged Xiang Lan's calf to let her Smelling wintersweet flowers, the background of the WeChat chat is her frozen red nose and smiling eyebrows and eyes wide open in the snow.

Xiang Lan said: "It's rare that I ordered a piece of stewed pork, and the chef gave me all fat o(╥﹏╥)o"

Through the screen, Qin Chi seemed to see her aggrieved and pitiful. Qin Chi replied, "I'm home, and I'll make garlic pork ribs for you tonight."

Knowing that Xiang Lan should be eating and whether he will be back in a while, Qin Chi rubbed his fingers against the smiling face on the screen.

Looking up, she said, "Can you please stop showing up?"

Louise Qin was puzzled.

Qin Chi said: "An orphan who has no father or mother and is not loved by relatives will be more pitiful."

A slight smile appeared on Qin Chi's indifferent face, with a hint of paranoid madness in his expression.

Louise Qin looked at her niece with a slight frown, and Qin Chi stood up and said, "Goodbye, Ms. Qin."

It doesn't matter if she is ruthless or indifferent, but from now on, as long as there is that person in her world, as long as she can keep that person by her side, she doesn't mind being an 'orphan' at all.

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≡￣﹏￣≡Er Baojun upgraded the computer system for a while, and then, then the computer became a brick! !

Only the 60 chapters in the previous draft box are left in the manuscript. In order not to deceive the judges, I can only retype the content behind, um. . . .