The soft white moonlight of the paranoid gangster at 80

The airport pick-up gate was crowded with people of all colors, holding various pick-up signs. Looking at them, Ruan Qingqing was dazzled and couldn't tell who was who.

Just when she was feeling dizzy and at a loss, a tall Asian girl walked up to her with a smile and said, "Hi, Ruan Qingqing?"

Ruan Qingqing looked at the bright smiling face of the other party, and then looked at the pick-up sign in his hand that said "Ruan Qingqing", but his inner vigilance did not diminish.

"Excuse me?"

"Chen Wei, you can call me vivi."

With that said, Chen Wei took the initiative to reach out to her.

Ruan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shook hands with the other person, "Hello, Sister Vivi."

Chen Wei looked at her carefully with bright eyes, and said with a smile: "You are as beautiful as Su Yu said, I saw you as soon as you came out."

Ruan Qingqing blushed a little at the compliment, "You're also pretty."

"Really? What do you think is good about me?"

Ruan Qingqing just said a few polite words instinctively. She didn't expect Chen Wei to ask a question in return. After being stunned for a moment, she responded quickly: "Your facial features are very three-dimensional, your eyes are well-shaped, your eyelashes are very long, and you are tall..."

Chen Wei was amused by her seriousness, "Oh my god, why are you so cute? I was kidding you."

Ruan blinked slightly, "What I said is true."

Chen Wei was so coaxed by her that she said, "You are so sweet with your little mouth. You will follow your sister from now on. With me here, I will never let anyone bully you..."

"vivi!"

Just as he was talking, someone not far away suddenly called Chen Wei.

Seeing Chen Wei smiling and waving to the other party, Ruan turned around subconsciously. After seeing the boy walking towards them clearly, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

The boy's name was Ning Haoran, and he happened to be sitting in the same row as Ruan Qingqing on the plane.

In two lifetimes, this was Ruan Qingqing's first time flying, and it was an international flight. During the journey, he suffered from tinnitus and airsickness.

Ning Haoran enthusiastically taught her how to relieve tinnitus, and even helped her ask the flight attendant for airsickness medicine.

Originally I thought it was just a chance encounter, but before getting off the plane, Ning Haoran suddenly asked her for her contact information and said that he had a car and could take her to school.

As an adult woman, Ruan Qingqing can naturally detect the purpose behind Ning Haoran's attentiveness and overtures.

She politely refused the other party and casually said that her boyfriend would come to pick her up at the airport.

"Hi, see you again."

Facing Ning Haoran's smiling face, Ruan Qingqing could only nod awkwardly.

"I didn't expect your boyfriend to be Vivi."

Under Ning Haoran's teasing and Chen Wei's puzzled gazes, Ruan Qingqing's face turned pink. Just when she was thinking about how to explain, Ning Haoran spoke again to help her out——

"But you did the right thing. A girl should be more vigilant in a foreign country." Chen Wei probably guessed something, and hugged Ruan Qingqing like a big sister, "Ignore him, let's go, take him with you first You go to school, and then I'll take care of you."

Ruan smiled gently at the other party gratefully.

Knowing that the two were going to St. Martin, Ning Haoran said that he had a car and could give them a ride.

Chen Wei did not agree directly, but asked Ruan Qingqing for his opinion.

It can be seen that Chen Wei has a good relationship with Ning Haoran. If it were not for her, Chen Wei would probably choose to take Ning Haoran's car without hesitation.

Chen Wei is considerate and considerate, and she can't be ignorant of the world and cause more trouble to the other party.

So the two of them got on Ning Haoran's ride.

Along the way, Chen Wei enthusiastically introduced her to the city's street scenes and customs.

London is recognized as one of the most elegant and beautiful cities in the world.

The ancient and very British-style buildings, double-decker buses, red phone booths, red mailboxes, black taxis, and the occasional horse-drawn carriage all gave Ruan Qingqing a sense of fantasy and novelty as if he was dreaming.

She really wanted to take a camera and take pictures of everything she saw and send them back to Chengdu, thousands of miles away, so that her family could see the unparalleled beauty here.

Ning Haoran makes jokes from time to time, and the atmosphere is harmonious and cheerful, which also greatly relieves Ruan Qingqing's anxiety of coming to a foreign country.

There are three types of accommodation for international students: homestay, apartment or dormitory.

Ruan Qingqing chose to live in the school dormitory.

However, in order to get the dormitory key, you must first go through the enrollment process. With Chen Wei accompanying you, the enrollment process went smoothly, and you also got a map of the campus.

Ning Haoran helped Ruan gently move his luggage to the dormitory and left.

Ruan Qingqing chose a single dormitory with an area of ​​less than thirty square meters, including a living room, bedroom, bathroom and kitchen, and all kinds of living furniture.

Ruan Qingqing's eyes lit up when he saw the phone on the desk. When he learned that the phone number in the dormitory could only be called within the school, his mood suddenly dropped.

You can no longer talk to Jiang Chen on the phone in the dormitory.

unhappy.

After simply cleaning up, Chen Wei took Ruan Qingqing out to eat and get familiar with the school environment.

Saint Martin's is indeed a world-class art palace. The buildings, roads, flowers, trees, murals, and sculptures on the campus are all very artistic.

The collision of colors and elements is even more perverse, bold, and crazy, which makes her feel weird and absurd, but also refreshing and shocking.

When Xu Jingmei commented on her design work as "mediocre", she hit the nail on the head.

If she hadn't seen and experienced it with her own eyes, she would probably have been like a frog in a well all her life, guarding a small area and drawing mediocre designs with shallow knowledge.

Walking on this land full of art, Ruan Qingqing felt that the blood in his body seemed to be shouting and boiling, like a dry sponge, eager to absorb water.