Chen Xing took his hand and pressed it back: "Dad, it won't hurt if you touch it."

Lin Xiucheng's hand was pressed on his crotch by Chen Xing, and his men touched Chen Xing's soft and warm skin and his protruding hard crotch joints.

He finally found a chance to have an attack, and Lin Xiucheng said yinfully, "Chen Xing, what have you been doing these days, so thin?"

Chen Xing was stunned.

He was forced by Lin Xiucheng to put on his pants and stand on the scale. As expected, it showed an unsightly number just like Lin Xiucheng's face, and then he was arrested and went downstairs to eat.

At the end of January, Chen Xing received admission notices from several schools.

During this time, Lin Xiucheng was too busy with business, and he had nothing to do and was not at home.

Jiang Zhengzhen came back. He first got a conditional offer from the University of London, and now his IELTS score has reached the standard.

Chen Xing said he could do it at any time, and a few people gathered together to make time, and it was set for the second half of March.

There was still a gap of two months. Finally, I met Lin Xiucheng at home who came back to pick up documents. Chen Xing stopped him and asked, "I want to go back to China."

He wanted to go back to Qingcheng. At that time, Chen Xing didn't have a mobile phone, no email, both hands were empty, and there was no contact information. Although in modern society, it is easy to get any contact information, but Chen Xing still wanted to go back and experience the old acquaintances face to face. OK.

Because he had a good time.

Lin Xiucheng agreed and asked when he would leave. Chen Xing said casually, "Just a few days."

"Should I prepare something for you?" Lin Xiucheng asked him.

Chen Xing said no, Lin Xiucheng took the documents and left, and the house was empty and empty, and he was the only one left.

A week later, Chen Xing returned to China, he landed in the sea market, and all around were full of Chinese characters, all of them were of the yellow race. He only had one check-in box, so he just picked it up and left, changed to another terminal, and flew to Qingcheng. .

The airport in Qingcheng is by the sea. It is very small and old. It is still the same as when Chen Xing left. There are advertisements for domestic mobile phones all over the wall.

Chen Xing said in Qingcheng dialect: "Can't stop."

He took a taxi and went straight to the Qingcheng Orphanage. The orphanage is located behind a school in the city center. It occupies a small area of ​​three small buildings, with a three-story office building in front and two dormitories for children in the back. and activity center.

Counting the time to go to Shanghai, Chen Xing had been away from Qingcheng for eleven months, nearly a year.

He walked into the small door beside the iron gate. The old man in the delivery room was wearing reading glasses and reading the newspaper. Chen Xing knocked on the window with a smile.

Old Man Zhou raised his head, took off his glasses and looked at him for a while, then patted the table: "Chen Xing!"

All the people in the orphanage flocked to the finance room to see Brother Xing. This time he came back to his hometown and returned to his hometown. Before the orphanage, his younger brother was so excited that he was screaming around him.

Sister Xiaoyu likes to cry. When she sees him, her eyes are wet, and she gestures to hit him: "Chen Xing! You have no conscience!"

Chen Xing jumped up and hugged his sister Xiaoyu and acted like a spoiled child.

Dean Chen went to the city hall for a meeting, Xiaoyu called him, and he said that he would come back in the evening and call Chen Xing for dinner.

After the children dispersed, Chen Xing and Xiaoyu chatted for a noon, talking about Chen Xing's interesting stories in the UK, and the recent situation of the Qingcheng orphanage.

"I'm getting married," Xiaoyu suddenly told Chen Xing, she smiled happily, full of love, "it's next weekend, you must stay until my wedding day!"

Chen Xing was stunned for a while, then nodded: "Okay, I'll pack you an extra-large red envelope!"

"Who wants that from you?" Sister Xiaoyu stiffened his collar and told him, "Don't always think of relying on others."

Thinking of Lin Xiucheng, Chen Xing sighed: "Then who is my brother-in-law?"

"You know," Xiaoyu covered her mouth and smiled, "yes..."

Xiaoyu also went to a financial meeting in the afternoon. Chen Xing asked her to hurry up and stop dawdling. He also wanted to hurry up and take a look around Qingcheng.

After coming out of the orphanage, Chen Xing crossed the road and wanted to go to the canteen he remembered to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Passing a glass door, he stopped.

This is a tattoo shop. There are many photos of tattoos on the skin pasted in the glass door. In the lower left corner are written red letters such as tattoos and scar removal. Chen Xing glanced inside. The decoration is simple and clear, but it is not a road. Side shop feeling.

An open wooden sign was hung on the door, and a warm air came out from the crack.

Chen Xing paused, opened the door and walked in.

The owner is a sweet-looking girl. Hearing the wind chime on the door, he raised his head and said hello to Chen Xing: "Hello, do you want a tattoo?"

"Yes." Chen Xing nodded.

He didn't understand this at all, and his eyes were a little confused. The shop owner saw it and asked him gently, "What do you want to get tattooed and where?"

Chen Xing thought for a while and asked, "Can a tattoo cover my scar?"

"It depends on how big your tattoo is, so you can cover it up," she explained, and showed Chen Xing some tattoo sample books. To tattoos, not scars."

Chen Xing snorted, looked down at the samples on the counter, found the alphabet template book he was looking for, and opened it.

"Can you show me your scar?" the shopkeeper asked. "I'll see if I can cover it up."

Chen Xing raised his head and smiled at her: "Wait a minute, can you tattoo me with letters like this?"

The owner leaned over to see it. It was a simple Wisdom Script font. It was very ordinary, and it didn't match Chen Xing's appearance very well.

"Are you sure?" the shop owner confirmed to him, "What do you want to tattoo?"