The car slowly started.
Lin Xiaoling looked at ng Lang, who was sitting at her side in the front, and whispered into Ou Lu’s ear.
"Hey! I think this guy is pretty solid!"
Moreover, he chased you from Wu City to Su City, thousands of miles just for you, and he’s so devoted and understands you so well, it shows he really cares, huh.
If it were , I’d definitely be moved to tears, captivated on the spot.
Are you really not going to give him a chance?"
"But I really don’t know him!" Ou Lu said, both crying and laughing.
"Pretend! He knows things even I don’t know, and you still say you don’t know him?"
Lin Xiaoling looked at ng Lang with a face full of sympathy.
"Tsk tsk! He’s full of mories, and you’re on the spot with amnesia, how pitiful!"
Ou Lu: "..."
...
Su City Art and Culture Center Grand Theater.
"Wow~" As soon as everyone entered, the noisy soundwaves filled their ears.
Xiao Yu’s information was accurate; this Su City elentary and middle school student art performance event indeed had a large scale.
Three to four thousand audience mbers from various invited schools and units packed the grand theater, and a group of people who looked like reporters set up caras in the back row.
Mingled with the doctors from Suzhou University Affiliated First Hospital, ng Lang, holding that "parent ticket," pondered a very realistic question while watching Ou Lu look for seats with her ticket in hand...
This seat... seed to actually require seating by number.
So here’s the problem, if I’m separated by over a dozen rows of people, how can I hear Ou Lu’s "review" of "X Chronicles"?
As he thought about where around him there might be an empty seat so he could sneak in, even as just a "little ear," soone tugged on his clothes.
"Hey! What are you looking at!"
ng Lang turned his head and saw Lin Xiaoling, Ou Lu’s close friend.
She followed ng Lang’s gaze and imdiately revealed a teasing smile.
"What? Trying to sit closer to my Xiao Lu, by the waterside pavilion, huh?"
"Umm..."
Although it’s definitely not like what you think, I can’t refute...
"Here! Take this!" Lin Xiaoling snatched the ticket from ng Lang’s hand, then replaced it with her own.
"Ah?" ng Lang looked at the ticket in his hand, stunned.
Lin Xiaoling gave him a knowing look.
"Ah nothing, it’s been so many years, you must have a lot to say, right?"
"Uh..."
"Alright, I understand! Seeing that we’re from the sa hotown and you’re so persistent, I’ll make an exception and help you this one ti!"
ng Lang was moved right then and there.
Such a good person!
"Is this... okay?"
"It’s just a few seats apart, no big deal!
Co on! Make the most of this opportunity, this is all the help I can offer!"
After patting ng Lang on the shoulder and under his grateful gaze, Lin Xiaoling left with a quite satisfied look, having accomplished her goal and went to find a seat...
...
Five minutes later...
Lin Xiaoling, separated by a good seven or eight rows from Ou Lu, looked around her at all the parents chatting about "my kid" and "your kid" and "how did they do on end-of-term exams," and wore a face full of confusion.
Who am I? Where am I?
...
"Uh... what are you doing here? Where’s Xiao Ling?" Ou Lu asked, surprised at seeing ng Lang on her left-hand side.
"Oh! She probably thought the view was clearer from my seat, so she swapped with ."
Ou Lu: "..."
She couldn’t help but touch her forehead in resignation.
That guy...
"Hmph!" A dissatisfied snort suddenly ca from the side.
Turns out the person sitting on Ou Lu’s right-hand side was none other than Doctor Fang.
He’d intentionally taken one of the three tickets to sit next to Ou Lu, only to have a Cheng Yaojin co out halfway!
If he’d known, ng Lang’s ticket, which he had gotten by treating soone to dinner, wouldn’t have been so annoying...
ng Lang paid no attention to Doctor Fang’s hostile gaze.
He was thinking.
How could he subtly reveal the critical information he knew to Ou Lu to help her save more people in that upcoming disaster...
Who else was more appropriate than Ou Lu, right in the center of the storm, to sway the threads of fate?
At that mont, the surrounding hubbub gradually quieted down, and a male and a female emcee took the stage.
Male: The spring is bright, orioles fly through the grass, locust flowers are fragrant, willow catkins flutter about, playing a symphony of spring.
Female: Spring is the season of poetry; every leaf, every flower of spring seems to be filled with poetic essence.
Male: This season always reminds people of the tender green grass, the singing birds, the fragrant wet earth, the groups of running children...
"Ding!"
A new ssage appeared on the phone.
Pear Blossom with Rain: [Uncle, have you arrived?]
ng Lang imdiately replied.
ng said: [I’ve arrived, just listening to the opening remarks now. Go Xiao Yu!]
Pear Blossom with Rain: [Hehe! You go hard, too!]
ng Lang: "???"
Several question marks popped above his head.
You’re the one on stage performing, what am I supposed to go hard on?
By then, the performance had officially started.
Poetry recitation, solo dance, chorus...
The programs that stood out in various schools were indeed quite enjoyable to watch.
"Dr. Ou, this sign language dance is perford by children from a school for the deaf. I went there to donate last ti.
If you’re interested, I’ll go with you next ti."
"This ethnic costu show is a traditional program; the sponsor is a very well-known specialty store in the city center, right near my ho. If you like, Dr. Ou, I’ll act as a guide next ti and help you pick a few."
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