"This is your room." Lin Xiucheng pushed open the door of the guest bedroom and told Chen Xing.

Chen Xing asked him again: "Dad, what is my position at home?"

Lin Xiucheng let out a long sigh and said helplessly: "My name is Lin Xiucheng, don't call me dad at home in the future - I suggest you be a good tenant."

Chen Xing smiled slyly: "Okay."

After dinner at noon, Lin Xiucheng had something to do, so he asked someone to find a mixed Chinese-British place to accompany Alex and take Chen Xing to go shopping in London. Chen Xing chewed potatoes and fried fish in his mouth, filled his ears with English that he could not understand, and followed Alex to look at the collections in the British Museum.

"Ai, do you know Lin Xiucheng?" Chen Xing pretended to inadvertently asked, he disliked the English recitation of Twisted Ba, and referred to Alex as Ai.

Alex didn't dare to speak, and replied, "Mr. Lin, everyone knows him, but unfortunately he doesn't know me."

"You know me, you know him," Chen Xing drew a cake for him, and directly used Lin Xiucheng's coercion method, "Call me big brother, and I'll make sure you have a good time in London. "

Alex laughed heartily, Chen Xing was over 1.7 meters tall, his back was still a little more mature, his face was that of a delicate child, with an angel-like face, he spoke with air, and it was funny how he looked at it.

"What's the matter, don't believe me?" Chen Xing stretched out his hand and wanted to emulate the big brother in the movie to embrace Alex, but Alex was half a head taller than him, and he was tired, so he put it down again.

"Letter," Alex coaxed him, "the mummy hall is in front, very worth seeing."

Chen Xing saw that these were cow chewing peonies, but the first British brother he received had already spoken, so he made do with him to take a look.

When saying goodbye at night, Chen Xing left Alex's mobile phone number and waved to him reluctantly.

Lin Xiucheng's subordinates were very efficient. Early the next morning, someone came to pick him up to go to the language school for admission.

Because Chen Xing's English foundation is too weak, he can only take courses at the beginner level.

Mixed, are some strange characters.

There are a total of 12 students in the class, 10 of them are Chinese uncles and aunts, and they stutter in speech. Only he and a ten-year-old sister, Xiao Lingling, can straighten their tongues.

After Lin Xiucheng took Chen Xing home, people left early and returned late, and they could hardly meet each other. He called Chen Xing a cooking aunt, who was also elusive. Chen Xing came home from class every day, and the food was steaming hot On the table, no one was seen. He has lived a collective life since he was a child, and he is most afraid of loneliness. In this apartment made of reinforced concrete, he could not touch half a grass or catch half a fish. He was so bored that he had to pull Alex to talk on the phone.

Alex has a legitimate career, so how could he spend more time with him? At first, he picked it up, and then he avoided him like a scorpion.

It was extremely rare for Lin Xiucheng to have dinner at home that night.

"I got into a pinch with Dajin today," Chen Xing finally caught a man who could understand Chinese, and he was full of vigor, holding a spoon and telling Lin Xiucheng what he saw today, full of vigor, "Dajin is ours. There is an old man in his 40s who is very rich and immigrated.”

It's nothing more than that Dajin can't speak English well. The teacher asked Lingling to tell him, and he did double exercise with him. Dajin felt that he lost face and hurt Lingling a few words in Chinese. Lingling didn't understand, so he asked Chen Xing, and Chen Xing said It was blown up, and felt that it was too shameless for a middle-aged and elderly person in Daikin to bully the little girl, and the two quarreled in class.

Chen Xing slipped his lips and said that Dajin's face was red and white, he stood up and left, saying that he would drop out of school.

The matter was very trivial and boring, but Lin Xiucheng didn't interrupt him. Listening to him, he felt a little interesting.

Isn't that what the world of children is like? It's black and white, and think the sky is going to collapse if the fart is too big.

After finally finishing a meal, Lin Xiucheng was very full, auntie's craftsmanship was good, Chen Xing barely ate, and talked while patronizing.

Lin Xiucheng stood up, and Chen Xing also stood up with him, as if he was still unfinished, Lin Xiucheng took a step, he followed a step, Lin Xiucheng stopped, turned around and looked down at him.

"Lin Xiucheng, what are you doing?" Chen Xing took his arm and asked flatteringly.

If Lin Xiucheng is one of Chen Xing's orphanage's partners, or a teacher and classmate who has been with him for a while, he will know that Chen Xing's expression is to make it clear: I'm about to do something bad, don't be angry , it's no use getting angry.

But at this time, Lin Xiucheng was not familiar with Chen Xing.

Chen Xing's appearance is too deceptive. When he shuts his mouth, he looks like those sparkling expensive treasures in the shopping mall window.

"What do you want to do?" Lin Xiucheng asked him.

"Take me around, show me London at night." Chen Xing said.

Strange to say, Chen Xing didn't have the key to his house. The driver picked him up every day, opened the door for him and then walked out. Once he got out of the door, he would not be able to go back. When Lin Xiucheng came back, Chen Xing was in a different place in life. It's cooked, and haven't gone out once a week.

He just wanted to blow the night wind and roam in the embrace of nature.

Lin Xiucheng has something to do at night, and he has to deal with someone alone.

Looking at Chen Xing's expectant expression, he smiled: "Okay, then follow me. I'll take you to see the night in London."

Chen Xing followed him into the car. The driver that day was a stern Caucasian, burly and sturdy. He didn't look like a driver, but a thug. Chen Xing watched with interest as the vehicle crossed the bridge, turned around the corner, passed the brightly lit downtown and the beautiful London Eye, opened further and further, and came to an old street. The driver pulled over and parked the car.

"Get out of the car." Lin Xiucheng said to Chen Xing, "Didn't you ask me a few days ago, what do I do?"

Chen Xing followed him out of the car, feeling uneasy, Lin Xiucheng walked to a narrow iron door, raised his hand to check his watch, and rang the doorbell.

Not long after, someone came to open the door. It was a woman and whispered, "Mr. Lin, please come in."