After careful calculation, Ling Lan and Lu Mingfei realized that it had been almost a year now, but Lu Mingfei had never been able to figure out Ling Lan's identity; If you want to say that you have money, it is really "spending money like running water" (in Lu Mingfei's words), and Lu Mingfei, who often eats and drinks everywhere, is stunned; But in some aspects, Ling Lan is reluctant to spend money, for example, Lu Mingfei can afford to study in the aristocratic school (Shilan Middle School), Ling Lan does not read, and goes to a remote public middle school to study, but the house is rented next to Lu Mingfei, called "Fushan Yaju", and all the people who go to and from school are rented, and Lu Mingfei is smacked just by the fare that comes and goes.

Several times, Lu Mingfei asked Ling Lan, "What are you doing at home?" Ling Lan replied with "mining", which fooled the half-believing Lu Mingfei. But in fact, Ling Lan has no parents.

Not only did I not have it in my previous life, but I didn't have it in this life.

At this moment, Ling Lan is standing on the balcony of her rented house, and the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind her just allows the afterglow of the setting sun to shine in, illuminating the interior and exterior of the three-story duplex apartment.

Ling Lan picked up the champagne on the small table and took a sip, looking at the almshouse next to the street across the balcony and thinking about it, since she was separated from Lu Mingfei at noon, Ling Lan has been staying here, not to see the scenery, and there is no scenery to see; He was planning ahead for his trip to the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River in a week's time.

On the boxy table, a whole map is spread out, on which the various mountains, forests, rivers, lakes, ditches and dams are clear at a glance, and the most eye-catching of them are several sections of the Yangtze River marked with a red pen. Ling Lan glanced at the several locations he had sketched, most of them were upstream of the dam, and he was very sure of a few of them, but they were not mentioned at all in the original book, and he had not inspected the site, so it was hard to say......

He took another sip of wine, and from the window on the 24th floor, he saw the almost abandoned almshouse in the distance, and the glass buildings erected around the almshouse made it more and more lonely, just like his former self, a poor and helpless child in a materialistic world.

The almshouse was his home when he was a child.

He really couldn't understand why he was so similar to himself before and after the crossing, and sometimes it made him have a delusion, feeling that he was still his former self, although he was very disgusted with this illusion, but there was no reason to refute it, and the current being controlled by people was really not much different from the nest bag in the previous life...... The mobile phone rang, Ling Lan looked down and saw that it was from him, and her eyebrows immediately frowned.

The text message reads: "Take advantage of this opportunity. On the premise of not being detected by the Kassel Academy, explore the ancient tombs of the Yangtze River - the money has been remitted.

"Good luck."

Ling Lan gritted his teeth, his fingers pressed the screen tightly, although he had fully entered the role since he woke up and continued to play the role of "once", he still couldn't help but be nervous and resentful every time he received a task.

Finally, after taking a few deep breaths, his mood gradually stabilized.

"It's still not strong enough...... Ling Lan sighed and drank all the wine in her glass.

……

The next night, Ling Lan stood in front of the bathroom mirror combing his fine black hair, his hair covering his ears and shoulders, he fiddled with the drift sea so that it hung down to cover his eyebrows, his nose was firm and distinct, and his cobalt blue eyes were as deep and bright as jewels. He looked at his face expressionlessly, handsome and charming, soft and resolute. At the beginning, Lu Mingfei collapsed, and his face was "the source of suffocation for thousands of young women". Although he never understood why it was a young woman and not a girl, maybe it was because those eyes were too beautiful! In addition to the vague recognition of his former appearance, he is now like being reborn. It looks like a half-blood prince who came out of some painting.

After Ling Lan fiddled with her bangs so that she couldn't see her eyes, she walked into the bathroom and closed the door, and stood quietly against the door.

In a few moments, there was the sound of a man's footsteps in the hallway, his steps were chaotic and fast, like a criminal who was about to get drunk and had just left the store.

Soon after, Ling Lan heard the sound of someone turning on the faucet, tap water was flowing out, and the person was rubbing his face vigorously with water, and Ling Lan heard the footsteps of a person again.

"What are you doing with Lu Mingfei?" The latter footsteps said.

"Somehow, my face suddenly cramped, so I squirmed and twisted......" followed by a few dry coughs, "Do you think I look like Stephen Chow?" "Don't be like this, it's disgusting...... one of the latter said in disgust.

"It's still about the same." Ling Lan said to herself. Just as he was thinking about it, a cheerful shout suddenly came from outside, and then Lu Mingfei gasped.

“…… On such an important day, remember to wear it! The second man finished and left. This should be Zhao Menghua sending a suit to Lu Mingfei.

The footsteps of the second person were far away, and a figure flashed quickly through the crack in the door, and Ling Lan saw Lu Mingfei burrowing into the toilet next to him.

There was a squirming mixed with Lu Mingfei's cheerful humming.

When Lu Mingfei strode out of the bathroom, Ling Lan also flashed out of the toilet, looking at Lu Mingfei's back of one step and two floats, Ling Lan couldn't help but show a sympathetic gaze.

"Poor child, I just hope the plot doesn't change." Ling Lan said softly.

In order not to be noticeable, Ling Lan wore an ordinary casual suit, he didn't plan to go too far tonight, he just wanted to make sure of one thing - that is, Lu Mingfei would not be affected by the butterfly effect caused by Ling Lan's crossing, and if it was affected, he would also do everything possible to redeem it.

Lu Mingfei must go to the United States, he knows that Lu Mingfei will be run on by his classmates tonight, but he can't help him, once he helps him, Lu Mingfei may not go to the United States, but he has to hope that Lu Mingfei will be injured.

He bypassed the main entrance of the cinema and walked into the screening room through a staff passage on the side, where a middle-aged uncle was sitting.

The uncle was still holding a Chinese cigarette that Lu Mingfei gave him at the beginning, and he gestured to Ling Lan who came in while swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog.

"Just sit down." The uncle was very happy to see Ling Lan smiling.

Ling Lan nodded, found a stool to sit down in the smoky room, and the viewing room in front of her had an unobstructed view, Ling Lan saw Lu Mingfei walk into the room, and a group of people began to coax.

"Look, look, monkeys in suits!" A boy shouted.

In the midst of laughter, Lu Mingfei walked to the side of the podium, where a man dressed as a boy was talking to a few people.

Ling Lan estimated that it was Zhao Menghua.

"Does the little brother smoke?" The uncle on the side pretended to be bold and took out a pack of fake Chinese from his pocket.

Ling Lan looked at the bag of Zhonghua, who didn't know whether it was true or not, smiled and waved her hand: "No need, thank you, I don't smoke." ”

The uncle quickly put the cigarette in his trouser pocket and said, "I don't think you're a little nervous!" Hehe, little brother, don't worry, since I have received your money, I will definitely handle the matter for you! ”

He pointed to the figure standing by the podium, "If he fails to confess today, I don't want any of this money, and I will return it all to you!" The uncle waved his hand and said with the momentum of looking at the crowd.

Ling Lan smiled and nodded in satisfaction, he turned his head to look at the door.