The car started slowly.
Lin Xiaoling looked at Meng Lang in front of her and whispered in Ou Lu's ear.
"Hey! I think this guy is pretty solid! (Awesome)
Besides, I have chased you from Wu City to Su City for thousands of miles, and I am dedicated to you. I still understand you so well, which shows that I really care about you.
If it had been me, I would have been so moved that I would have been taken down on the spot.
Are you really not going to give me a chance?"
"But I really don't know him!" Ou Lu couldn't laugh or cry.
"Pretending! He knows things that I don't even know, and you still say you don't know him?"
Lin Xiaoling looked at Meng Lang with sympathy on her face.
"Tsk tsk! People are full of memories, but you lost your memory on the spot. How pitiful!"
Ou Lu: "..."
…
Sioux City Cultural and Art Center Grand Theater.
"Wow~" As soon as everyone entered, the noise filled their ears.
Xiaoyu's information was correct. This art exhibition for elementary and middle school students in Suzhou City was indeed quite large in scale.
Three to four thousand spectators from various invited schools and units filled the huge theater to capacity. There was also a group of reporters who set up cameras in the last row.
Mixing in the group of doctors at the First Affiliated Hospital of Suzhou University, watching Ou Lu looking for a seat with the ticket in his hand, Meng Lang took the "parent ticket" and thought about a very practical problem...
This one... seems to be reserved for reservations.
So here’s the question, if I’m separated by more than a dozen rows of people, how can I listen to Ou Lu’s “reviews” of “X-Men”?
Just when she was thinking about where there was any space around her that she could take advantage of, even if she was just a "little ear", someone tugged her clothes.
"Hey! What are you looking at!"
Meng Lang turned around and saw Ou Lu's best friend Lin Xiaoling.
She followed Meng Lang's gaze and suddenly showed a teasing smile.
"What? Do you want to sit closer to my little egret, near the water terrace?"
"Um……"
Although it is definitely different from what you think, I can't refute it...
"Here! Here you go!" Lin Xiaoling took the tickets from Meng Lang's hand and put her own.
"Ah?" Meng Lang looked at the ticket in his hand and was stunned for a moment.
Lin Xiaoling looked like she understood.
"Ah, what? We haven't seen each other for so many years. We must have a lot to talk about, right?"
"Well……"
"Okay, I understand! Since we are fellow villagers and you are so persistent, I will make an exception to help you!"
Meng Lang was immediately moved.
Good man!
"Is this...convenient?"
"It's just a few seats away, what a big deal!
Okay! Seize the opportunity, I can only help you get here!"
Patting Meng Lang on the shoulder, under the grateful look on his face, Lin Xiaoling retired with a very satisfied look and went to find a seat...
…
five minutes later……
Lin Xiaoling, who was seven or eight rows away from Ou Lu, looked at the parents who were mingling around her, asking "How did my child and your child do in the final exam?" with a blank look on her face.
Who am I? Where am I?
…
"Uh...why are you here? Where is Xiaoling?" Ou Lu looked at Meng Lang sitting on his left with a surprised expression.
"Oh! Maybe you think you can see more clearly from my position, so you changed positions with me."
Ou Lu: "..."
She couldn't help but helplessly hold her forehead.
That guy...
"Humph!" A dissatisfied snort suddenly came from the side.
It turned out that the person sitting on Ou Lu's right hand side was Dr. Fang.
There were originally three tickets, but he deliberately took one and sat next to Ou Lu. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin showed up halfway!
You must know that the ticket in Meng Lang's hand was obtained from other colleagues at the price of a dinner party...
So depressing!
Meng Lang didn't pay attention to Doctor Fang's hostile gaze.
He is thinking.
How can he disclose the key information he knows to Ou Lu to the maximum extent without leaving any trace, so that the other party can save more people in that disaster...
If you want to stir up the fate of fate, who is more suitable than Ou Lu who is at the center of the storm?
At this time, the surrounding noise gradually stopped, and two hosts, a man and a woman, came on stage.
Male: The spring light is bright, the orioles are flying, the grass is growing, the locust flowers are fragrant, and the catkins are flying, playing a spring symphony.
Woman: Spring is the season of poetry. Every leaf and flower in spring seems to be full of poetry.
Man: This season always reminds people of patches of green grass, singing birds, wisps of fragrant soil, and groups of running children...
"Ding!"
There is a new message on the phone.
Lihua Daiyu: [Uncle, have you arrived yet?]
Meng Lang replied immediately after reading it.
Meng said: [We’re here, we’re listening to the opening remarks, come on Xiaoyu!]
Lihua Daiyu: [Heehee! Come on, too! 】
rash:"???"
Several question marks popped up on his head.
When you perform on stage, what should I do to cheer you up?
At this time, the performance has officially begun.
Poetry recitation, solo dance, chorus...
A program that can stand out in various schools, I have to say that it is very enjoyable to watch.
"Doctor Ou, this sign language dance was performed by children from a school for the deaf and mute. I went there last time to show my love.
If you are interested, I will go with you next time."
"This national costume show is considered a traditional show. The sponsor is a well-known specialty store in the city center, which is near my home. If Dr. Ou likes it, I will be your tour guide and take you to pick out a few pieces."
"This chorus is a program of Jingwen Experimental Primary School. Dr. Ou is not a local and doesn't know much about this school. It is the best primary school in our city.
It just so happens that my uncle is the vice-principal of this elementary school, and every year those who want to get an admission spot almost break his family's threshold."
"..."
Doctor Fang kept being attentive there, and occasionally glanced at Meng Lang provocatively.
To be continued...