Was taken away by seniors after breaking up

The windows were half open, and the air was still stuffy.

Zheng Lan was holding the doorknob with one hand, and the other was hanging on the seat. She didn't seem to think much, so she turned around and asked him, "What do you think?"

No one spoke, and after a while, Zheng Lan said again: "It's late, I should go home."

He pushed open the car door, this time Pei Yan didn't stop him, but said: "You still owe me."

Zheng Lan stood by the car, straightened her body, and asked him incomprehensibly, "Why are you unwilling?"

Pei Yan was taken aback by the question, but Zheng Lan didn't want his answer at all, turned around and left as soon as the car door was closed, his footsteps were as fast as when he was in the hospital, an urgent patient came, and he wanted to be there immediately.

The neighborhood where Pei Yan's home is located is very large, and Zheng Lan almost took the wrong road when driving in.

There was no one to show me the way when I went out, Zheng Lan was in a trance again, and went around a lot.

In fact, he doesn't know the way, and has always been.

The temperature is a little low at night, and it is very cool when the wind blows.Autumn is getting deeper, Zheng Lan wants to wear a thicker dress tomorrow.

It took a while for the taxi to arrive. It was almost eleven o'clock when Zheng Lan returned home. He washed up step by step and went to bed. After closing his eyes, he began to think about what happened after meeting Pei Yan today.

Pei Yan was a little unreasonable.

Everything you say and do.

Zheng Lan regretted thinking that he had changed in the past two years because he felt that the outline of his facial features had deepened.

In short, in his opinion, what he looked like when he walked away from Pei Yan is what he looks like now.

Temperament, behavior, and even his impatient expression have not changed.

He remembered that one day a long time ago, Pei Yan asked him if you would change, and said that I would still love you if you changed, but Zheng Lan didn't believe it.That was the precursor to their breakup.

Because Pei Yan was right, he didn't know himself very well, and he couldn't help but admit it, so he thought that he still had to break up with Pei Yan, he returned to China, he continued to study, don't be obsessed.It's not that Pei Yan once really loved him, and everyone owed him.

Thinking about all this mess, Zheng Lan was about to fall asleep, when suddenly the screen of the mobile phone on the bedside table lit up, and it rang again and again.

Zheng Lan touched it and opened it to see that it was Bai Hao's WeChat.

Bai Hao looked drunk at first glance, and several words he typed were all wrong, but it didn't prevent Zheng Lan from understanding what he meant.

Just ask him if he got home and if something happened to them.

Zheng Lan returned one by one.

Speaking of home, it's all right.

Then Bai Hao sent a voice message, and Zheng Lan turned down the voice before clicking on it.

Sure enough, Bai Hao spoke loudly, and said, "It's nothing, I can't even count how many times Pei Yan looked at you at the dinner table. I think you didn't look over there because you held back your chopsticks. Yes. Are either of you honest? No, no, what's the matter? Two years in vain?"

"Zheng Lan, how did you guys get together? Did you know each other through me?"

"The first time was in the dormitory." Zheng Lan said.

Bai Hao was stunned for a moment, then roared, "Who asked you this!"

Zheng Lan turned off her mobile phone, thinking about that day, her breathing became longer.

Pei Yan pushed him against the wall from behind and asked if his roommate was coming back.

Zheng Lan said that his roommate had died long ago, so Pei Yan lowered his head to kiss the butterfly tattooed on his shoulder blade.

It wasn't very cold in California at that time, and Palo Alto started to rain continuously.

There was a small heater in the room, Zheng Lan hugged the thin blanket, her knees were wrapped in fur, and she was sweating a little.

He brought the blanket from home, pure gray, soft and warm, Zheng Lan likes to take it with him wherever he goes.

Pei Yan promised him that it would be better to pay him a better one, coaxing him about the blanket, calling him Danny, saying baby you are so good, and other words that were not very pleasant.Although Zheng Lan was not angry that day, in retrospect, he felt that he was not very happy either.

Looking up in Pei Yan's arms, the sky was gloomy.

How did they get together.

Zheng Lan thought about it, and suddenly she didn't understand.

Zheng Lan's study abroad is in the postgraduate stage.

The dormitory is a double room, and his other roommate is a foreigner. Because he has a girlfriend, he moved away when he started school.

Bai Hao is Zheng Lan's first good friend. The two met because of an innovative project.

Because of the need for cross-professional cooperation, the instructor called several finance students over, and Bai Hao was one of them.

In that team, only Bai Hao and Zheng Lan were from Huaguo, and they exchanged contact information on the first day.

This is Zheng Lan's first project since entering the university, and the process was very difficult.

After staying up for several nights, Zheng Lan still had no clue, Bai Hao advised him to go back to sleep first, and said, "Let me help you look here again."

It was indeed not something he could solve with the knowledge he had learned. Zheng Lan thanked her and went back to the dormitory.

This sleep lasted until night, Zheng Lan woke up and saw Bai Hao asking him if he wanted to play together.

Bai Hao: Come on, it's just cooler at night, I have a little idea about the project.

The project has been going on for so many days, and Zheng Lan is also nervous. Thinking that playing basketball is indeed a good way to relax, she changed her clothes and went to the court.

There were quite a few people in the indoor court at night, and Zheng Lan saw Bai Hao throwing the ball alone guarding a basket from a distance.

"Bai Hao!" Zheng Lan ran over and jumped up to catch the ball thrown by Bai Hao.

Bai Hao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile, "The loser will bring breakfast tomorrow."

Zheng Lan hasn't played for a long time. Basketball is almost a memory from his freshman and sophomore years. After running a few laps on the court, his head became lighter and his steps became lighter, but Bai Hao was still better than him.

The two were sweating profusely from playing, and went to the sidelines to sit down and drink water.

Bai Hao took a long gulp of water, panting intermittently, and said, "I thought of an... an interesting plan."

"What?" Zheng Lan asked.

Bai Hao looked at him and said, "But I don't have the knowledge involved so far. It may require someone from a higher grade in our department to come in."

Zheng Lan blinked, seemed to think for a moment, and asked him: "Finance department? What knowledge do you need?"

After Bai Hao told him, Zheng Lan nodded and hummed, but didn't say what to do. She stood up with her mobile phone and mineral water bottle, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

There was no one in the bathroom. Zheng Lan stood in front of the sink and opened the phone's address book.

When Bai Hao said that he needed senior students from the Department of Finance, he thought of one person.

Zheng Lan clicked on the name "Ruan Chixuan" on the screen and dialed the phone.

No one picked up the first one, so Zheng Lan wasn't too surprised and dialed a second time.

Ten seconds later, the phone was picked up, but there was loud music and an unfamiliar female voice.

"Hey?"

Zheng Lan frowned and said, "I'm looking for Ruan Chixuan."

"Looking for Brother Ruan? He's playing, or I'll wait until his game is over..." The female voice suddenly became quieter, and the background sound became even louder.

"Brother Ruan, drink!"

Zheng Lan heard many people calling Ruan Chixuan's name over there, causing him to take his phone away.

"Hello? Xiaolan?"

Ruan Chixuan was probably drunk, his voice was loud but indistinct.

The female voice was still calling his name just now, but Ruan Chixuan said a few words to her impatiently.

The noise on the other end of the phone gradually became quieter, Zheng Lan turned around and leaned against the edge of the sink, and looked up at the very bright light.

"Xiao Lan, I was playing with my friends outside, why did you think of calling me?"

"I want to ask you something," Zheng Lan lowered her hand, "This time, there is a section that requires financial knowledge in the project I am working on..."

Before Zheng Lan finished speaking, Ruan Chixuan was in a dilemma.

"What's the content? I've been busy with student activities recently, so I may not have much time..."

"Hmm..." Zheng Lan didn't say anything, looked at herself in the glasses, took a breath and didn't hang up the phone, and gave Ruan Chixuan a rough description.

"Oh... I probably understand, but this part is too difficult. If you don't do professional research, you usually don't learn it. Xiaolan, I think your professor is quite unreliable. You are only in the first year of graduate school..."

It's rare that others are not so sober after drinking, but what they say is still logical.

"Doing such a difficult project is purely to embarrass you. I know you can't do it. You said that you just came here, and you are not familiar with the place, and you can't find someone to cooperate with..."

"If you can't help me, I'll hang up first, and you play slowly." Zheng Lan pressed the phone calmly and turned on the faucet in front of the sink.

The water splashed out and splashed a few drops on his jersey.

Ruan Chixuan was his junior high school classmate, and the two reconnected because of their application for studying abroad.Ruan Chixuan became Zheng Lan's boyfriend in less than a month.

Zheng Lan took out a piece of paper to wipe her hands, clicked on Ruan Chixuan's WeChat avatar, and said to him: Let's break up.

After tidying up his emotions, Zheng Lan left the bathroom. Bai Hao got a tennis racket out of nowhere and held it in his hand and swung it happily. When he saw Zheng Lan coming, he grinned and asked him, "Can I play tennis? Here you are." One chance, if you win, you don't have to bring me food tomorrow."

Zheng Lan walked up, picked up the racket that was put aside, and asked, "What if I lose?"

"I'm sorry," Bai Hao pointed to the field, "You may have to bring it to me for two days."

Zheng Lan played tennis at a higher level than basketball. He beat Bai Hao once, and the two of them were out of breath. They walked to the side bench and sat down.

Zheng Lan took a few more sips of the unfinished water, and listened to Bai Hao explain to him in detail how complicated the part involving finance was.

"We'd better find a senior in financial engineering. There are really masters in this major."

"Do you have anyone to choose?" Zheng Lan asked.

Bai Hao mentioned this repeatedly, and he thought that he might already have someone who wanted to be recruited into the project team.

"Yes," Bai Hao joked, "The top ten of their majors are all my candidates."

Zheng Lan turned her head to look at him, "Which one is more likely?"

"There are two excellent seniors in the second year of research who are from Huaguo. Maybe they can give it a try, but they may be very busy. I don't know if they will agree. They are quite famous." Bai Hao and Zheng Lan looked at each other, " Do you know them? Tang Du and Pei Yan."

It was a very unfamiliar name to Zheng Lan, he just paused, then shook his head.

"I do not know."

Bai Hao shrugged, "Okay, anyway, they are two handsome guys, I heard they have some background in their family."

Zheng Lan seldom understood the gossip between these students, and was not interested in it. She stood up and said, "Let's play another game, and go back to bed after the game."

Zheng Lan didn't pay much attention in this round, he was thinking about how to get people into the group.

Social communication has always been Zheng Lan's weakness, and Zheng Lan is even more troubled than difficult courses.

It was about eight or nine o'clock at this time, it was completely dark, and there were still many people in the stadium. The sound of basketball hitting the ground was very loud, and occasionally there were cheers from spectators.

Zheng Lan stared at the jumping green tennis ball, her heart was in a mess, and she couldn't count accurately, so she played very vented.

The two drew a tie and entered the tiebreaker.

After hitting the fifth ball, the ball was in the hands of Zheng Lan, and the tennis ball was thrown into the air and flew out with one shot.

The expected ball did not fly back again, and with a loud bang, the tennis ball brushed against Bai Hao's racket and hit a cup of milk tea in the hand of someone who happened to pass by.

Zheng Lan was stunned for a few seconds, put down her racket and ran over.

The one holding the milk tea was a tall boy. He turned sideways, the cup fell to the ground, and all the milk tea was spilled out. Zheng Lan couldn't see his face clearly.

"Sorry." Zheng Lan ran up and looked down to see that the hem of the boy's clothes was stained with milk tea.

White linen top from Fendi.

He paused for a moment, and said in English, "Let me wash this dress for you."

"No need." The man spoke Chinese.

Zheng Lan then raised her head and met his eyes.

He has a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly upturned, with a very ordinary expression, "I walked too close to the court."

Bai Hao also ran over, put his hand on Zheng Lan's shoulder, and asked what's wrong, Zheng Lan seemed to have just recovered, and said, "The ball hit this..."

When he was still thinking about how to address him, Bai Hao suddenly said, "Are you...Senior Brother Pei?"

Even though Bai Hao asked this question, Zheng Lan still didn't connect the person in front of him with the Pei Yan mentioned earlier by Bai Hao, but just glanced at him again in surprise.

"Yes, I'm Pei Yan." Pei Yan didn't seem too surprised, and waved to the side.

Soon the administrator of the stadium came over, and Zheng Lan consciously paid the money and asked him to help find someone to clean it up.

The administrator needed him to make a registration, so Zheng Lan took the pen and buried her head in writing on the board.

Because the headlights above her head were too dazzling, Zheng Lan buried herself a little low, arching her back in a tired posture.

When he put down the pen, his lower back was poked suddenly, Zheng Lan turned his head to see Bai Hao winking at him.

Pei Yan's voice seemed to be a little hoarse, and said: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Zheng Lan heard Bai Hao's tut, and was pushed by him. She understood in an instant, and lightly hooked her fingers around Pei Yan's clothes to look at them, and said, "Keep the clothes, and I'll return them to you after I clean them up."

"I can just throw it away." Pei Yan refused again, pulling out the clothes with his fingertips very close to Zheng Lan's fingers.

When he spoke, his tone was calm, as if there was something important, which made Zheng Lan feel that he was a little impatient.

Sure enough, Pei Yan glanced at Zheng Lan, turned around and left.

But for the project...

Bai Hao urged Zheng Lan in a low voice, and he trotted up and grabbed Pei Yan's arm, "It can be washed clean, this style has long been sold at Fendi, wouldn't it be a pity to throw it away?"

Pei Yan paused and turned around, Zheng Lan felt a little nervous because of her ignorance.

But Pei Yan smiled gently, and when she lowered her head, her eyes inadvertently glanced at Zheng Lan holding his hand.

"Okay then," Pei Yan was a little embarrassed, "but I can't change clothes here, can you go to my house with me? It's right next to the school, but I might have to trouble you to wait for a while."

"Of course." Zheng Lan said, letting go of Pei Yan's arm naturally.