The Lan Family’s Aid Chapter 24: [jìn][jiāng]

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Lan Yan and Yin Xiaodao have beautiful ideas, but the reality is completely contrary to them.

So after Lan Yan came back to his senses, he sighed inaudibly and closed his eyes.

Yin Xiaodao looked at him and continued eating fish. Compared to Lan Yan, she is too optimistic.

The sun is a bit dazzling.

Lan Yan half stood up, looked around, then stood up and walked to the cool bamboo shade to fall asleep again. Before going to bed, he even scolded Yin Xiaodao fiercely, "Idiot, I wish you a black tan." She was already plain-looking, but if she got darker, she would be completely ugly.

She stretched out her arms, her honey-colored skin glowing with a healthy luster, "I've been sunburned since I was a kid."

At this time, Lan Yan felt sleepy and her consciousness began to blur, but she did not forget to reply to her, "That's why my brain was turned into dregs by ultraviolet radiation."

Climbing the mountain was so tiring that he couldn't hold on for long and fell asleep.

It is very quiet here, with only the sound of flowing water, some unknown birds chirping, and the sound of the wind blowing in the bamboo forest.

Yin Xiaodao finished the fish, put out the fire, walked to Lan Yan and sat down cross-legged.

They hadn't gotten up for less than two hours, and he was still asleep. After meeting him, the most powerful thing he showed was his sleeping skills. In a good mood, sleep. Even if I'm in a bad mood, I'm going to sleep.

I will be angry when I wake up.

These characteristics may be related to drugs.

Lan Yan never said how long he had been poisoned or how he started. Yin Xiaodao was not very curious about the cause. The result has already been done, whether you know it or not.

Lan Yan didn't sleep long this time. First, there are no pillows and no bed. Secondly, something stood on his leg, making him feel itchy.

When he noticed it, he sat up suddenly, and then glared at each other with the bird on his lap.

"Knife Guard, let's roast it and eat it."

The birds seemed to understand and immediately flew up.

Lan Yan watched the bird flying higher and higher, and hummed loudly, "You know what's going on."

He stood up, dusted himself off, and scratched his hair. "You will need to bring a sleeping bag when you go out in the future."

Yin Xiaodao looked up at him and kept looking.

Lan Yan lowered his eyes to meet her gaze, and he raised his eyebrows, "You are stunned by the sleeping beauty's wake-up, aren't you?"

She shook her head, "You have a bunch of grass in your hair, it's funny."

"Fart! You didn't smile at all."

"It's funny," she repeated with a deadpan expression.

"..."

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After Uncle Lan left, he did not contact Lan Yan again.

Lan Yan and Yin Xiaodao stayed in the temple for two days and then set off back to Xincheng.

During the past two days, Lan Yan still locked himself in the room and smoked cigarettes at night.

Yin Xiaodao asked him to endure it as long as he could.

"I can't quit now." Lan Yan told the truth. Although he is still in the hot-sucking stage, his body knows that he is gradually dissatisfied. Moreover, he was very addicted to hot sucking, and he couldn't hold on to that feeling of a cat scratching his heart for much longer.

Uncle Lan said that from a theoretical analysis, injecting is easier to quit than smoking.

Theory about his grandma. It's easy to say that he didn't smoke it himself.

Lan Yan knows very well that quitting drugs is very, very difficult. Not only mental addiction, but also physical addiction. Just thinking about it makes me feel tortured. That's not something Yin Xiaodao can solve in a word or two.

He doesn't believe in Yin Xiaodao, nor does he believe in himself.

Lan Yan didn't look back when he spoke just now. No matter what he said, Yin Xiaodao showed no expression. After saying that, he entered the room.

Yin Xiaodao sat quietly on the wooden railing of the corridor, leaning against the pillar.

The little monk occasionally passes by, looks at her, and then leaves.

After Lan Yan finished smoking, he opened the door with a "swish". He was very happy, with a smile on his face.

She felt uncomfortable looking at his vain smile. He was more friendly when he was cursing and yelling than when he was just after taking drugs.

The night before leaving, Lan Yan made cigarettes there again.

He rolled the roll very slowly, one at a time, and suddenly thought of something, he called out, "Knife Guard."

Yin Xiaodao turned to look at him.

"One day I float to death, and I don't even have a friend to collect the body." When saying this, Lan Yan did not raise his head, and his attention was still on his hand.

"I won't die." She replied firmly.

He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, almost to himself, "It would be great if you showed up earlier."

Yin Xiaodao didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"Nothing." He stopped talking and put all the cigarettes into the box.

The next morning, the abbot of the temple sent vegetarian cakes and wished him a safe journey.

Lan Yan happily patted Yin Xiaodao on the shoulder, "Now I can save some money on meals."

After the host left, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Knife Guard, your shoulders are so hard!"

She nodded. How can I fight if it’s not tough?

"You will never get married in this life."

"No need to bother you."

"Ah! I won't bother with you."

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Li Yonghua has already returned to the factory to take charge of the overall situation. Lan Yan and Yin Xiaodao can only take the bus.

As soon as Lan Yan got in the car, he smelled a strange smell, mixed with the air conditioning in the closed compartment.

He sat by the window, Yin Xiaodao next to the aisle.

Lan Yan is getting more and more wrong. He felt a strange smell that made him suffocate. "Knife Guard, do you think this place stinks?"

Yin Xiaodao nodded.

He turned his head and glanced at the old man sitting next to him, and he suddenly became angry. "I'm going to **** you! Do you have any moral sense? You're smoking a **** cigarette!"

The old man was tall and thick-set, with a fierce face. He spoke an incomprehensible dialect and deliberately breathed out smoke rings from his mouth.

The blue fireworks are louder, "No smoking in the carriage, you are illiterate."

The old man stared fiercely.

Lan Yan stared back.

The old man rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to start a fight.

Lan Yan became even more arrogant, "Hey, I want to fight. Let me tell you, the thing I'm not afraid of the most is fighting." After saying that, he sat back and commanded, "Knife guard, give it to me!"

Yin Xiaodao looked at the old man with cold eyes.

The old man had a ferocious expression.

She still stared.

In the end, no action was taken.

The surrounding passengers couldn't see it, and they all said, no smoking.

When the old man saw this, he could only obediently put out his cigarette butts.

But Lan Yan still thinks it smells bad.

I don’t know how long it has been since the car was cleaned. The garbage bags next to it were all left by the passengers in the previous car. Moreover, there were many unspeakable smells mixed together, and he couldn't stand it anymore. "Knife guard, get off at the next stop. You must get off!"

"Okay."

The next stop is a station in the suburbs.

Except for cars heading towards Xincheng, few others pass by.

Lan Yan leaned half against the billboard, glanced around, and found a job advertisement for hotel public relations in the corner. It seems to be the one he went to.

He clicked his tongue and said, "Business is hard to do, and the advertisements are all coming to Cangcheng."

Lan Yan and Yin Xiaodao waited for a long time, but no bus passed by. The sun was so hot that it was about to arouse Lan Yan's anger.

Just as he was about to have an attack, a car suddenly stopped next to him. After rolling down the window, the driver stuck his head out and asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"Go to Xincheng." Lan Yan glanced inside the car, and there was a man sitting in the passenger seat.

"Do you want to take a ride? Forty per seat."

Looking at the driver, he didn’t look like he was soliciting customers, and he was driving a private car worth over RMB 100,000. Lan Yan turned his head and asked lazily, "Knife guard, do you want to sit down?"

Yin Xiaodao passed over the driver and passenger seats, "It's up to you."

"Let's go then, go home and go to bed early." After Lan Yan said that, he opened the car door and got in.

Yin Xiaodao followed.

No one spoke much before the car drove onto the highway. After a period of high speed, the driver and the passenger on the front passenger started chatting. From their conversation, it seemed that the passenger was also hitching a ride.

Lan Yan yawned and leaned his head. After a while, I fell asleep.

Yin Xiaodao has long been accustomed to it.

She paid attention to the two men in front of her.

The passenger seemed to be very familiar with the devices in the car. While moving the air vent blades, he also adjusted the air volume on the center console.

For a moment, her eyes met the driver's in the rearview mirror.

Her eyes turned cold.

The driver was startled. The steering wheel that was supposed to turn to the highway exit next to it turned again and returned to the right road.

The passenger did not respond and said, "I wanted to get off there just now."

The driver coughed, "Let's go back later." He looked at Yin Xiaodao again as he spoke, and suddenly lost his courage.

Yin Xiaodao already understood at this time that this was a black car. They probably planned to find an excuse to get off the highway halfway, but the plan didn't work out.

After that, it was a steady ride.

Lan Yan woke up in a daze and said, "The people in Xincheng are still simple and honest."

The driver laughed dryly.

After arriving at the destination, Lan Yan paid the money and said, "Brother driver, thank you for your hard work." When he looked up, he saw the displeased face of the passenger in the co-pilot. This is called internal strife.

The driver waved his hand and left.

"Knife Guards, we are so lucky." Lan Yan said with a smile, "There are not many such kind drivers these days."

Yin Xiaodao nodded.

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Only after returning to the rental house, Lan Yan realized how comfortable it was here.

He was extremely emotional, "How could I stay in Cangcheng for so long before?"

"I don't know." Typical Yin Xiaodao answer.

He was used to this kind of answer and didn't think it was inappropriate.

Lan Yan was so happy that she almost threw herself on the sofa. "Knife Guard, do you feel like crying when you go home?"

"No."

Not at all.