Lan Jia's Han Xiyou

In the evening, not long after Han Xiyou and Lan Jia returned home, Meng Lin came, carrying a lot of flowers, fruits, milk and so on.

The first sentence Meng Lin said when he entered the door was, "This time it really has nothing to do with me, I feel that I am unlucky."

"Yes, you sit first." Han Xiyou pointed to the sofa in the living room and went back to the bedroom to carry Lan Jia out.

"I can walk by myself, and my leg is not injured." Lan Jia shook his leg.

"Don't make trouble."

Meng Lin looked at the two of them really envious. All he yearned for was someone who could be by his side and give him warmth and support.

After all, he lost it himself, even if he regrets it now, it's too late.

"Hi, are you okay?" Lan Jia sat down on the sofa, picked some mangoes from the fruit basket he brought and handed them to Han Xiyou.

"Don't move around." Han Xiyou took the mango and turned to the kitchen. After a while, there was the sound of a knife being cut on the chopping board.

"I really envy you."

Lan Jia smiled happily, "To be honest, don't be angry, I'm also quite envious. If Xiyou likes me, I can wake up from my dreams with laughter."

Meng Lin picked up an orange and threw it at him, "You are really not polite at all, be careful that I will stay at your house."

"I'm not afraid." Lan Jia shook his head and broke the oranges.

"Lan Jia!" Han Xiyou walked over with a plate and snatched away the oranges in his hand. He hated the iron and said: "I didn't tell you not to move around. You know that your right hand bone is broken? You will die if you see it." I don’t want any more, do I?”

Lan Jia pouted, "It's not that serious."

He only injured his arm, and it was a minor injury, and he was not a terminally ill patient who lived today and had no tomorrow.

But even though he said so, he was actually happy in his heart.

Han Xiyou ignored him and put the plate on the coffee table, then asked Meng Lin, "When are you leaving?"

Meng Lin looked at him in disappointment, "Since I entered the door, I haven't asked if I'm hurt. The first thing I said was to drive me away, hey..."

"I saw Xiaojia pushed you away, why did you ask knowingly?" Han Xiyou took it for granted.

Meng Lin: "..."

"Then are you injured?" Lan Jia casually looked at Meng Lin while pricking a piece of mango into his mouth.

"No."

"That's great, when are you leaving?"

Meng Lin felt that it was a mistake for him to come here today, "Tomorrow afternoon, do you want to come see you off?"

Lan Jia nodded, "Yes." He had to watch Meng Lin get on the plane to feel at ease.

Han Xiyou pulled his face and said, "Did I say I'm going to send you off?"

Lan Jia patted his hand away and muttered softly, "Anyway, I'm going."

Han Xiyou reluctantly pulled him into his arms, and handed him the whole plate of mangoes.

"what time tomorrow?"

"At three o'clock, will you come?" Meng Lin looked at him.

Han Xiyou nodded, "Yes."

"Then I'll go first." Meng Lin breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his coat and stood up, and said to Lan Jia who was enjoying eating mangoes, "Thank you this time, I owe you a favor."

"Then you can pay it back now." Lan Jia looked up at him seriously.

Meng Lin: "..."

Lan Jia stood up smiling and patted his shoulder with his left hand, "Don't be nervous, it's very simple."

Meng Lin narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "What?"

Lan Jia dragged her chin, "Hurry up and find someone you love who also loves you, Xiyou, I will never give it to you no matter what."

Meng Lin couldn't laugh or cry, he thought about it too, but do you think finding a partner is as easy as going to the vegetable market to buy a few tomatoes?

"Okay, don't mess around." Han Xiyou pushed Lan Jia back on the sofa and walked to the door first, "I'll see you off."

Meng Lin was a little surprised, but quickly waved with Lan Jia and followed.

It was already autumn, and the night wind brought a bit of coolness, and the sharp moon was mostly blocked by dark clouds, leaving only a faint brilliance.

Han Xiyou's tall voice cast a long shadow under the street lamp, his face was never calm, "Meng Lin, I hope you really let go."

Meng Lin walked a few steps away from him and looked up at him slightly, "What if I say it's a lie?"

Han Xiyou spoke slowly but solemnly, "Then please learn to let go, I love him very much."

Meng Lin smiled feebly, "Then can I give you a hug?"

Han Xiyou shook his head, glanced at the window on the eighteenth floor, and the gap in the curtain was closed immediately.

Looking at the happy smile on his face, Meng Lin didn't know whether it was more bitterness or envy.

"Then I'm leaving, don't miss the appointment tomorrow."

After Meng Lin finished speaking, he left without looking back, his thin figure was gradually engulfed by the darkness in the empty street and he could no longer be seen again.

Han Xiyou sighed, turned and entered the apartment door.

Lan Jia fiddled with the phone nonchalantly, as if he wasn't the one who peeped just now, "What did you say? It's been a long time."

Han Xiyou sat down beside him and looked at the time on his phone, only 15 minutes had passed, how long did it take.

"Because Meng Lin said..." Han Xiyou looked at him in embarrassment.

Lan Jia suddenly became nervous, what did Meng Lin say?It's really not worrying to let people go without letting people live in peace.

"Meng Lin said that you hurt your right hand..."

Lan Jia looked at him anxiously, what happened?Really anxious!

Han Xiyou smiled evilly, and whispered in his ear: "You can't masturbate anymore, let me help you, don't hold back."

Lan Jia instantly blushed and jumped up from the sofa, "Ah!! Han Xiyou! Kill you!"

Han Xiyou collapsed on the sofa and laughed, completely ignoring the pillow that hit him, since it didn't hurt anyway.

The next day at 02:30 in the afternoon, Han Xiyou and Lan Jia went to the airport together, the fans were already crowded, and it was Meng Lin's manager who quietly took the two of them to the safe passage.

Meng Lin was leaning against the wall wearing sunglasses, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, seeing the two people coming over and waving at them.

"You two are so slow, I thought you were going to miss the appointment."

Lan Jia glared at Han Xiyou, he was ready for a long time, but this man just kept sleeping and hugged him to prevent him from getting up, he was simply a fascist.

Lan Jia looked at the arm covered with plaster with a bitter face, when will it be healed.

"Taking a nap is good for your health." Han Xiyou looked at Lan Jia pointedly.

Meng Lin looked at the time and strode over to Lan Jia and hugged Lan Jia gently, "Love him well."

Then he walked to Han Xiyou who was behind, "As a friend, you can always hug me, right?"

Han Xiyou nodded, leaning forward slightly to encircle his body, "Have a good trip."

Meng Lin took a deep breath, but smiled and said: "I wish you happiness, sincerely." After speaking, he quickly turned around and walked towards the boarding gate. At this moment, he still wanted to leave his most chic side to the man behind him.

China without Han Xiyou has nothing for him to miss.

Those who have loved deeply, goodbye.

Han Xiyou held Lan Jia's hand all the time, watching the plane in the distant sky go deep into the clouds until he could no longer see it.

"I wish you happiness, sincerely."

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This is the end of the text of the sixth chapter of the Spirit Realm series "Han Xiyou of Lanjia".

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