The wealthy ex-wife of the president

Chapter 388 Don't Weep Parting
Si Lan just smiled, and didn't mind being despised by a child.

Mark would also often pester her to teach him Chinese.Si Lan taught him to say: "Lan Sichen..."

Mark's tongue was tied, and after practicing many times, he was finally able to barely say the three words "Lan Sichen".

"What does Lan Sichen mean?" Mark said many times, but he didn't know what it meant. "How are you? What do you mean by Chinese greeting?"

"No." Si Lan held him in his arms, let him sit on his lap and rubbed his head, and said, "I like you!"

"Lan Sichen... Lan Sichen..." Mark repeated over and over again.

Si Lan laughed again and again, laughing, feeling a little silly.No one here knows about Lan Sichen, no one tells me about him, no one tells me about him...

Even if they yelled "Lan Sichen... Lan Sichen..." over and over again on the empty road at night, no one could understand or understand.

Occasionally a passing driver would say to her, "I love you!"

Si Lan wanted to say: I fuck you!

But she is not Helianze after all, she can't say such vulgar words.Still smiling, he said, "Lan Sichen..."

Most of the drivers would call her in English - madman.

Here she can say Lan Sichen to anyone, because no one can understand what she said... because everyone seems to be Lan Sichen, so strange!
Obviously I don't miss it very much, I just miss it.

"I'll take you to see the magic pocket!" Mark stood up from her lap and held her hand, saying, "Although you are stupid, you taught me Chinese... Lan Sichen... Lan Sichen!"

Si Lan thought for a while, and roughly understood what he meant: Although you are stupid, but you taught me Chinese, I like you, I like you, so I will take you to meet the magic pocket.

only--

"What is the magic pocket?"

"Come with me...you come with me!" Mark took her hand and walked towards a strange road that Silan had never walked.

Although Mark is thin and small, he can walk very fast. After passing through the long alley, the crowded feeling suddenly becomes wider. It turns out that there is a small square diagonally opposite the place where he lives, and there are many white pigeons. There are old people and children here bask in the sun.

Si Lan has never discovered such a small world.

Mark suddenly let go of Slan's hand and ran towards an old man sitting at the corner of the square, shouting, "Magic pocket..."

The old man wore shabby clothes and held a very old-fashioned pipe in his hand, much like a person in a movie.It's just that his skin is very fair, and although there are wrinkles on his face, his eyes are very bright.

"Mark, you are here again..."

Mark nodded, "I brought a friend for you to meet."

He pointed back at Si Lan and said, "Lan, a Chinese woman, don't think she's beautiful, but she's really stupid!" He said the last sentence in a very low voice.

When the old man looked at Si Lan with a smile, his expression stiffened unnaturally, and he nodded to greet her in English.

When Si Lan approached, he didn't look at the old man, but kept his eyes on Mark!

Mark was obviously very happy to see the old man, and said excitedly: "Magic Pocket, I don't want anything today... as long as you can draw a picture for me and Lan, can you?"

The old man glanced at Si Lan and narrowed his eyes: "Yes!"

"Sit here." Mark dragged Si Lan to find a clean place to sit down, and secretly told Si Lan, "The magic pocket can make anything, burgers, candy, and many things I have never seen before! He drew The painting is great, last time I drew one for me and hid it under the quilt. My mother will definitely be angry if she finds out, she hates me meeting strangers the most."

Si Lan just pursed her lips and smiled. It's not that the landlady hates Mark meeting strangers, but every mother is worried about her children being in contact with strangers.

There was a dirty drawing board next to the old man, he took out the drawing board and drawing paper, and drew quickly with a pencil that was too short to hold; he looked up at Si Lan from time to time, frowning tightly ...

Slan and Mark chatted, Mark complained about the weather in London, and Slan complained about the air in London...

After finally having a rest time in the afternoon, Si Lan didn't go out shopping, didn't buy anything for himself, but sat here with Mark for a few hours.

When the old man finished drawing, Mark was the first to rush over and shouted dissatisfied, "You drew her so beautifully, and you didn't draw me at all!"

"Sorry, next time I will draw for you..."

"You like her, Magic Pocket. This is not good, you are not suitable for her, you are too old..."

"She's so beautiful." The old man said honestly, "Unknowingly, I only drew her..."

Si Lan came over and saw himself on the drawing paper. Although it was only drawn with black pencils, both the facial features and charm were lifelike, as if the one on the paper was a living person.

"I'm very angry... Although I think she is stupid, but I like her! I like her, do you understand?" Mark gestured angrily, "In Chinese words, it's Lan Sichen!"

—— Lan Sichen!

The old man's face was obviously startled, and he looked at Si Lan with a little more meaning in his eyes.

"I'm going to marry her when I grow up, do you understand?" Mark finally expressed his thoughts!
Si Lan didn't feel embarrassed because Mark said the word Lan Sichen. Maybe the old man couldn't understand Chinese, and even if he could understand, he wouldn't know who Lan Sichen was!
"Mark, listen carefully...you are not suitable to marry her as a wife! You are too young, and she will become very old when you grow up, like me..." The old man pointed to the wrinkles on his face, The board told him seriously.

Mark shrugged indifferently, "I don't despise her for being stupid now, and I won't despise her for being old in the future! Besides, even if she gets old, she will be much prettier than you..."

"Can you give me this painting? How much?"

"Of course, no money! I'll give it to you... as long as you promise me one request!" The old man took down the painting, rolled it up and put it in the painting tube.

"any request?"

"Take me to dinner! You cook it yourself, Chinese food, I haven't eaten Chinese food for a long time..."

Si Lan hesitated for a moment, "I think so too, but I don't know if I can buy the materials!"

"I'm responsible for this! I have money..." The old man showed her the hat at his feet. There were a lot of money thrown to him by others, including banknotes, most of which were coins.

Si Lan nodded: "OK!"

"You can't do this... I'm really angry, you completely ignore my existence! I'm your friend, aren't I?" Mark, who was left out, said angrily.

Si Lan hugged him helplessly, "Ok, I'll go back and buy you some food too, okay?"

Mark thought for a while and nodded, "Forgive you for now!"

"I'll frame the painting and give it to you. When will you have time to treat me to dinner?" the old man asked impatiently.

"The night after tomorrow, I will get off work early!"

"Okay, see you then." The old man began to pack his things.

After saying goodbye to Mark in his arms, Si Lan walked back slowly.Lu Silan couldn't help asking him curiously, "How do you know this strange person?"

Mark pouted, "Don't be like this... Lan, you won't really like him? He's not suitable for you, too old...to be your grandpa...you should think about me, I'm young..."

Regarding the precocity of British children, Si Lan was a little helpless, "If you still like me when you grow up, I will definitely consider it!"

"I will still like you when I grow up..." Mark replied firmly.

Silan just laughed.

The old man showed up at the door of Mark's house on time. Silan saw him standing on the second floor and beckoned him to come up.He held a painting in one hand and a lot of things in the other, and walked up steadily. It can be seen that he is in good health!

Si Lan took the things in his hand, and was a little surprised to see fresh vegetables, meat, and bean products, and even all kinds of ingredients were complete.

The old man walked into the room and looked it over. Except for a little mess, everything else was fine.

"Is the painting here?" The old man pointed to an empty wall, and took out a nail and a small hammer from his pocket.

Silan finally understood why Mark called him the Magic Pocket. His pockets were indeed magical!

"Okay! Thank you, do you need help?"

"No need! You just need to be responsible for making delicious food to fill my stomach for a while."

"OK" Si Lan nodded and walked towards his small kitchen.

Not long after, the old man put on the painting and went to the kitchen door, looked at Si Lan's skillful movements, and asked, "Do you often cook by yourself?"

"I often come here in China, but I don't come here!" Si Lan didn't even look at him, and cut vegetables neatly, "You know that the British like to have simple lunches, such as sandwiches and baked potatoes, and dinners like light, or frozen cooked food! I am very busy with work and enjoy their eating habits now. Although I miss rice occasionally..."

"Do you miss Lan Sichen too?" The old man suddenly spoke in Chinese, fluent in Chinese, his Mandarin was even more standard than Silan, and his words were correct.

Si Lan lost his mind, and accidentally cut his finger, and blood gushed out...

The sideways eyes stared at him coldly and pursed his lips, ignoring the wound on his hand, the blood stained the half-cut vegetables...

The old man's sharp eyes looked at her, but he didn't say a word.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but neither of them spoke first. Si Lan looked at him for a long time, but he couldn't find out who he was in the end!

Could it be the person Lan Sichen arranged by his side again?
The old man kept looking at her bleeding fingers, and sighed: "Are you going to be the first Chinese to die in the UK because of accidentally cutting your hand while chopping vegetables?"

Si Lan came back to his senses, saw that half of the cutting board was covered with blood, and there were also red-stained vegetables, calmly put it down, and calmly put his fingers under the faucet to rinse.

It seemed that it wasn't her who was cut off, and it didn't hurt at all!

The old man walked in, took her hand from under the faucet, took out a towel from his pocket and wiped it lightly. When blood was about to come out, he took out a bandage from his pocket and stuck it on the wound.

Si Lan's eyes fell on his pocket, "Can your pocket help me conjure a person?"

"Lan Sichen?" The old man raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, "I can't change it!"

"No!" Si Lan shook his head, "It's my father!"

(End of this chapter)