Prosperous White Lotus Planting Manual

It was past seven o'clock in the evening after finishing the trust fund and staffing.

Zhuo's father proposed to have dinner together, Zhuo Wen smiled and did not agree.

"I have to go back to school. The placement test is next week. I have spent too much time on these things recently. I am a little impetuous. I need to change my mood." Zhuo Wen said.

Although Zhuo's father regretted it, the reason Zhuo Wen gave and the tone of his speech were relatively mild and barely acceptable.

"The temperature has dropped a lot in the past two days, so put on more clothes when you go out." Zhuo Wen said with concern when he got into Xiao Song's car and opened the window to bid farewell to Zhuo's father.

Zhuo Wen's father was taken aback, stuttering with excitement: "Okay, okay...you too!"

The vehicle left slowly from the hotel entrance. Wearing a thin suit, he stood in the cold wind on the porch for a long time.

Zhuo Wen leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Xiao Song concentrated on driving, as if he had entered a vacuum jar for a while, so quiet that he had the hallucination of tinnitus.

"You drive the car to the downstairs of the dormitory and wait. I'll get something." Zhuo Wen said suddenly when he was about to arrive at the school.

Xiao Song naturally complied, he turned off the engine, got out of the car and lit a cigarette.

"The student who lit the fire, what are you doing!" A roar in dialect frightened him so much that his cigarettes fell to the ground, and an old man rushed out from the dormitory where Zhuo Wen had just entered, and approached quickly while shouting.

"Master, it's me." Xiao Song couldn't help but pick up the cigarette from the ground, trying to find a trash can and throw it in.

It was getting late, and the old man didn't recognize it until he got close: "Oh, you, are you here to deliver food again today?"

Xiao Song shook his head: "I won't deliver today, wait for our young master." Now his younger brother's grades have improved significantly under Xu Hanchang's teaching, and he is more and more willing to do his best in delivering meals.

Seeing that he was holding a cigarette in his hand, the old man felt a little addicted.

Xiao Song naturally noticed it, and he fumbled in his trouser pocket: "Master, would you like one?"

The uncle smiled happily: "This one is fine, thank you hahaha!" Then he took away the one caught between Xiao Song's fingers, took out the lighter, lit it, put it in his mouth, and let out a big gulp.

Xiao Song took half a step too late, and before he could stop it, he saw the uncle stuffing the cigarette that had just fallen on the ground into his mouth, and he was at a loss for what to do with a new cigarette.

"Come on, I'll give you a fire." The uncle boldly took out the lighter and lit it for him, "Come on, smoke it quickly, be careful and check it later, and catch it."

Zhuo Wen couldn't find an opaque bag in the dormitory, so he could only carry Xu Hanchang's blue Adidas downstairs with his bare hands.

Then I saw the scene where my driver and the dormitory administrator were puffing at each other under the tree.

Seeing him come out, Xiao Song threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, then wrapped it in toilet paper and planned to find a place to throw it away later.

"Where are you going, master?" Xiao Song knew that Zhuo Wen thought the smell of cigarettes was bad and rarely smoked, but he didn't expect him to get down so soon, so he quickly turned on the ventilation system in the car.

"Go to the Adidas store in Vientiane City."

Xiao Song felt strange, because he had never seen Zhuo Wen wearing clothes of this brand.

"Do you want to buy something for Master Luo Pan?"

Zhuo Wen sneered: "It's almost the same if I give him an Adi Wang."

Recently, Luo Panfei wanted to come out to his family, and was beaten by his father to run around. After running away from home, he used the ID card of a young artist in his company to stay in a hotel.

The Vientiane City was not far away, Zhuo Wen got out of the car with his jacket.

There were a lot of people in the store at night, but Zhuo Wen was well dressed and had a good demeanor. At first glance, he looked like a rich young master who was easy to kill, and soon became the focus of attention of the store staff.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A tall and handsome clerk asked politely.He's ready to introduce new collaborations and limited-edition running shoes.

"Do you have clothes like this one?" Zhuo Wen unfolded the clothes in his hands.

The clerk looked around in bewilderment.

After all, I couldn't find the same coat as this one in the store. Zhuo Wen couldn't help laughing as he watched the clerk remotely transfer the goods.

Xu Hanchang, I really have you.

"Can it be customized?" Zhuo Wen asked.

Xiao Song waited downstairs for a while, and when Zhuo Wen came back, the dress in his hand was gone.

"Master, did you leave your coat outside?" Xiao Song couldn't help reminding him.

Zhuo Wen closed the car door: "No."

Xiao Song fastened his seat belt: "Then shall we go home?"

Zhuo Wen said "Yes", but just after the car drove two blocks away, he changed his mind again: "Go back to school."

It stands to reason that without Xu Hanchang in that dormitory, his attraction to Zhuo Wen would be zeroed out.

But he still wants to go back, as if the small 800 yuan dormitory that can be lived in for a year is really a home for him and Xu Hanchang.

Even if Xu Hanchang is not here for the time being, it is only for a short time. There are traces of Xu Hanchang's life everywhere, and he still has to go back there.

In this case, Zhuo Wen is also willing to go back there.

On the way back, Zhuo Wen also went to the hotel where he usually asked Xiao Song to buy food, and packed a claypot rice and roast goose.

He took down the packing box and schoolbag, said goodbye to Xiao Song, and returned to the dormitory.

Because too much energy was consumed during the day and Xu Hanchang was not around, Zhuo Wen soon lay on the bed and played with his mobile phone waiting to fall asleep.

He has been under a lot of pressure recently, and he didn't sleep well this time, dreaming and waking up in a daze for a while, and he couldn't sleep soundly until it was almost dawn.

"Bang bang bang." There was a continuous knock on the door that started from small to loud, waking him up.

Zhuo Wen kicked off the quilt irritably, closed his eyes and asked, "Who is it?"

Xu Hanchang's voice came through the door: "It's me."

Zhuo Wen suddenly opened his eyes, didn't even bother to put on his shoes, jumped up in surprise and went to open the door, intending to put Xu Hanchang directly on the bed.

With a "squeak", the door opened.Xu Hanchang stood at the door with a big cardboard box in his arms and a backpack on his back.

"Are you still sleeping?" Xu Hanchang asked cautiously.

Zhuo Wen looked at the big cardboard box he was carrying and asked, "What is this?"

Xu Hanchang walked into the room and put the box he was carrying on the ground.

Zhuo Wen locked the door, followed him in, and squatted on the ground to look curiously.

The box was fixed with several layers of nylon ropes. Xu Hanchang took out the scissors from the desk to unpack the box.

"This is something I brought for you and your family." Xu Hanchang said shyly, "I picked them last night, and they were all grown at home."

Zhuo Wen stared blankly at Xu Hanchang as he took out everything in the box and showed him: "This is an apple, this is a persimmon, then radish, onion, Chinese cabbage... this is what I grow behind my house. I haven’t planted too many sugar canes, I’ve cut them all, do you want to eat them, I’ll peel them for you.”

"Brother Xu." Zhuo Wen took his hand, held it gently in his own, and gently brushed the thin calluses with his fingertips.

The palms of his hands were already worn and red from carrying such a heavy thing for an unknown amount of time.

"Brother Xu." Zhuo Wen lowered his head and put his head on Xu Hanchang's shoulder.

"Eat?" Xu Hanchang asked.

"Well, of course I want to eat." Zhuo Wen said as he picked up Xu Hanchang and walked towards the bed.

"Damn it." Xu Hanchang was tall, and Zhuo Wen picked him up, and the back of his head hit the crystal accessories of the gorgeous chandelier on the roof.

Zhuo Wen gently placed Xu Hanchang beside the bed, and then slowly pushed him down on the bed sheet very gently but without any resistance.

Xu Hanchang was wearing a [-]% new white turtleneck sweater, his face was blushing, but he didn't hide.

"Brother Xu." Zhuo Wen felt that Xu Hanchang's eyes were exceptionally good, extraordinarily clean and clear, so he couldn't help but kiss him.

Xu Hanchang couldn't resist Zhuo Wen in the first place, and now he has no strength to resist.

Who can resist a lazy and beautiful man who just woke up lying on his body, wearing pajamas showing a large chest, and said aggrievedly: "I miss you so much."

Now Xu Hanchang can be regarded as understanding why the king didn't go to court early. If he was an ancient emperor, if he had a concubine like Zhuo Wen, he would simply perish.

But he is not the emperor, so he can only forcefully interrupt when the love is strong: "Zhuo, Zhuo Wen, I have something to go out, don't bite on the neck."

Zhuo Wen let go of Xu Hanchang's sweater innocently: "Wouldn't you be able to see it if you block it like this?"

Xu Hanchang touched it, and it seemed to be true, the collar just blocked it.

"Then we can't make trouble anymore, I have something to do." Xu Hanchang sat up and began to pack his schoolbag.

"Are you going home? Can you move it? I'll deliver the vegetables to your home." Xu Hanchang pointed to the display box of agricultural and sideline products he brought from home.

Zhuo Wen shook his head: "Someone came to deliver food at noon, I just ask them to take it back."

Xu Hanchang nodded: "If you want to eat fruit, you can keep some of it. Vegetables are not worth much. It's just a little thought. Thank you for sending me food at home."

"There's nothing to be thankful for." Zhuo Wen was sitting on the edge of the bed, and hugged his waist when he heard this, "You are our son-in-law, shouldn't you be nice to you?"

Xu Hanchang couldn't help blushing: "Cough cough cough cough cough!"

"Brother Xu, why are you in such a hurry?" Zhuo Wen said dissatisfied, "I just came back, so I won't stay with me for a while."

Xu Hanchang hesitated for a moment: "Well, there's something, it's...my uncle's side." He didn't seem to want to talk about it in detail.

Zhuo heard it clearly: "Well, that's a family matter. Brother Xu should come back soon."

Xu Hanchang nodded, bent down and kissed Zhuo Wen on the cheek, and left the dormitory quickly.

Zhuo Wen was stunned for a moment, Xu Hanchang had disappeared when he realized it, he touched his side face, his face slowly darkened.

Xu Hanchang is really not very good at lying.

"Hi, student Song." Xu Hanchang walked out of the school gate and called the student from the family where he was tutoring, "Do you have the address?"

"Yeah, okay, I'll be there right away, I'll definitely be there before nine o'clock." Xu Hanchang nodded repeatedly and put down the phone.

He followed the address sent by the other party to ask for directions, and found that he didn't need to transfer to the bus, he could get there directly.

This address is a hotel, which looks quite luxurious.He walked embarrassingly through the glamorous lobby. There were a few people talking in a low voice by the window. He felt that he was out of place here, wishing he could shrink and become transparent.

"Hi, may I help you?" Someone at the front desk stopped him and asked very politely.

"Hi, I'm Xu Hanchang, go to room 11-32." Xu Hanchang said nervously.

The lady at the front desk with exquisite makeup looked at the appointment form, and Xu Hanchang was about to shed a cold sweat.

"Well, Mr. Xu Hanchang, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, room 11-32 has been reserved." She picked up the phone and said, "Please take this gentleman to 11-32."

Xu Hanchang was guided by the waiter and got on the elevator. The man took him to the door of the room and knocked: "Hello, Mr. Xu Hanchang is here."

After a while, the door opened inside.

A boy with messy hair dyed a strange color appeared at the door, staring at Xu Hanchang sleepily for a long time: "Come in."

Xu Hanchang walked in nervously and grabbed the strap hanging from the schoolbag.

"Hi, my name is Luo Pan." The young boy scratched his hair, "Sit down first, I'll wash your face, we're in class."

Xu Hanchang felt that he looked familiar: "Did I meet you somewhere?"

Luo Pan ordered breakfast at the hotel and said, "They're all from Jianbei, how come you've seen them before." Nima is outrageous, I've seen such a handsome face twice, and even pushed me in the carport, but I don't remember?

"Song Shengyang said you were his friend, um, I didn't expect that we were still schoolmates." Xu Hanchang answered awkwardly.

This tutor was introduced to him by the first student, and the price is the same, but only math and English are taught. "If it's good, it's long-term," he said to himself before.

Xu Hanchang needs money very much, he is afraid of being poor.Not only does he need living expenses, but he also wants to save money for his grandfather's medical treatment and earn money for college in advance.

Such a good opportunity is rare, of course he agreed.

At least as a tutor for students in the same grade, at the same time, you can consolidate your knowledge points, which is hundreds of times better than doing a part-time job.

But after an hour, Xu Hanchang didn't think so anymore.

This Luo Pan kept asking him all kinds of unpleasant questions during his lecture.

"How many jobs do you have now?"

"What about your parents, won't they give you living expenses?"

"It's so pitiful. Then you will continue to work after you go to college?"

"Then do you want to marry a rich wife, so that you can save many years of struggle in the future."

Xu Hanchang ignored or simply answered his questions and kept on lecturing.

"That's all for this morning's class, is there anything you don't understand?" Xu Hanchang asked patiently.

Luo Pan looked at the phone that was still recording in his pocket, and pressed the lock screen button to automatically save the recording.

"Which Suiyuan didn't understand much." Luo Pan read the book casually, pointing to one of the pages and said.

Xu Hanchang was dumbfounded: "Fate?"

Luo Pan pointed to the title: "Well, this."

Xu Hanchang was silent for two seconds: "This is an ellipse."

He was a little angry, wondering if Luo Pan was pretending to be crazy and playing tricks on him on purpose.

He is not afraid that Luo Pan will play with him, but he is afraid that Luo Pan will not pay him.

Fortunately, this customer is very trustworthy, so he will transfer the money to Xu Hanchang immediately.

"I don't have WeChat. Do you have cash?" Xu Hanchang said hesitantly.

"No WeChat?!" Luo Pan felt that this matter was unreal, scratched his head, and went to the bedroom in the suite to dig out the bag, "Let's go downstairs and get cash for you."

Luo Pan was wearing pajamas and dragging his shoes, so he took the elevator downstairs with Xu Hanchang, and the two of them walked across the lobby to the ATM.

Luo Pan took the 1000 yuan he just took out and handed it to Xu Hanchang: "Here you are."

Xu Hanchang counted carefully: "One hundred more."

He wanted to return the hundred to Luo Pan, but he pushed it back: "I have to save it, it's too troublesome, just treat it as your fare for coming here."

"That won't work." Xu Hanchang firmly refused, "Nine hundred is nine hundred, which is already a lot."

Luo Pan reluctantly stuffed the money into his trouser pocket.

Xu Hanchang took the money, and didn't ask Luo Pan if he wanted to take another class next time, and left the hotel with a straight back.

Luo Pan returned to his room.

A young man sitting on the sofa in the hotel lobby closed the computer on his lap and called the phone in his hand.

"Hey, Uncle Rob, I saw someone in Sithia, it seems to be Luo Pan."

I don't know what was said on the other side of the microphone. The young man smiled and said: "Children, there is no determinism. Sometimes when the temper comes up, it is like this. But he is with another man, uh, just took some Give the man the money."