Don’t Cry

Chapter 81:

After Luo Zhan came out of the trunk, he seemed to be suffocated. He half supported the back cover of the car, his slender, white knuckles clasped tightly. +++Mobile reading visit m.readwn.com

"Luo Luo?" Tang Ran asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"...It's okay." Luo Zhan replied dumbly, and then laughed loosely, "It's a bit hard to shrink inside for too long, it's cold outside, you go in first."

"Really, all right?"

"Ok."

Tang Ran nodded hesitantly: "Then you come in quickly."

"it is good."

Duan Qingyan accompanied Tang Ran into the side house, leaving a gap in the door.

Turning around from Tang Ran, the smile on Luo Zhan's face faded. When the figure with eyes popped disappeared into the hall, he frowned slightly and lowered his head.

The depressed breathing rhythm was released, and the (chest xiong) wrapped in a white shirt under the youth's open coat undulated slightly. Luo Zhan closed his eyes, and the fragmented images in his memory collided in his mind.

When Luo Zhan slowly flattened his breath and opened his eyes, there was a pair of stopped leather shoes in his vision before he got up.

"What's wrong with you, (shen) is uncomfortable?" Lan Jingqian's voice came from above his head.

"..." Luo Zhan took a breath and slowly straightened up his waist. Without waiting to meet him, he had a lazy smile, "It's not very comfortable, I don't have a (guanguan) line. Once you are born, you should get used to it next time."

Lan Jingqian didn't speak, and stared at him for two seconds: "Your face (color) doesn't look as simple as not adapting to it."

Luo Zhan's smile faded.

After a while, he sighed and looked back listlessly: "Mr. Lan, shouldn't the adult world have a well-known principle of non-disclosure."

"Really, I haven't heard of it."

Luo Zhan sighed again: "Thank you, Mr. Lan, for your concern."

"Don't hide from the topic, what's the matter?" Lan Jingqian paused, "I don't want you to have a problem with my trunk because I drilled once and don't say whether your old gentleman will let me go, Xiaoran. I can't get through either."

Luo Zhan raised his eyes.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

From Lan Jingqian's expression, Luo Zhan saw that the other party had to get to the bottom, and he was a little helpless. Raising his hand and rubbing his shoulders and neck, Luo Zhan said casually: "I have amnesia."

"...?" The sudden answer made Lan Jingqian lose his mind, "Amnesia?"

"Well, self-protection (sexual xing) forgetting."

"When did this happen?"

"Many years ago," Luo Zhan said vaguely, "I only remembered it this year, it should have been kidnapped. Most of the process I don't remember, but I can always remember it in bits and pieces recently."

Lan Jingqian didn't forget where their topic started, and he subconsciously looked to the trunk. After stopping for a few seconds on the cold metal lid, Lan Jingqian seemed to understand something.

He frowned: "Sorry, I didn't know you had this situation."

Luo Zhan had completely recovered to his usual state at this time, and put his hands in his coat pockets. Hearing Lan Jingqian's words, he cornered his mouth and laughed lazily, "I'm sorry about this."

Luo Zhan took his long legs and walked towards the side house: "Don't say it was you, before I went in, I didn't know that I still had a shadow in this area. Thanks to it, I might be able to think of it all. "

Lan Jingqian turned around and walked beside Luo Zhan: "Since it is a qualitative forgetting of self-protection (sexual xing), then it is better not to think about it. For some things, forgetting is better than remembering."

"No." Luo Zhan didn't even think about it, "Be sure to remember."

Lan Jingqian frowned and looked at him incomprehensibly: "Even if the process is painful?"

Luo Zhan recalled the feelings below, lowered his eyes and smiled faintly: "It is indeed a bit painful."

"..."

"But no matter how painful it is, I will definitely remember it all." Luo Zhan raised his eyes, and there was an extremely serious emotion hidden in the strayness of his eyes.

Lan Jingqian frowned: "Why must I remember?"

Luo Zhan stopped.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and laughed in a low voice: "The guilty person can never forget how he sinned."

"?"

Lan Jingqian turned his head unexpectedly.

However, Luo Zhan had already opened his legs again, wiped his shoulders and walked over.

.

For New Year's Eve, Lan Jingqian obviously had arrangements.

The home theater, which has been placed in the living room, is turned on, the volume is turned up, and every program of the Spring Festival Gala is broadcast to the ear.

Although Tang Ran couldn't see the picture, some of the sketches and dialogues still made Tang Ran and Duan Qingyan happily sitting together on the sofa.

Duan Qingyan first looked at Luo Zhan from time to time, and then at Lan Jingqian. Thinking of the backgrounds and identities of these two big brothers who were with her New Year's Eve, she couldn't help but shudder.

But as time went by, Duan Qingyan obviously slowly relaxed. It didn't take long before she got used to the atmosphere in the side house, and she talked to Tang Ran wholeheartedly and laughed.

On the other side of the room.

Luo Zhan and Lan Jingqian sat beside the square table in the corner of the living room. Luo Zhan was the first to break the silence between the two: "It's rare, why did Mr. Lan guard me like a thief tonight?"

Lan Jingqian glanced at him: "Do you also know that you are a thief?"

Luo Zhan lazily propped his cheekbones, his eyes kept falling in the direction of the sofa, and he only smiled silently after hearing this: "I have never admitted. What did I steal from President Lan?"

Lan Jingqian ignored this trap: "Today is a special day, so I don't care about you."

"...It's so magnanimous." Luo Zhan turned his head and chuckled softly, "I knew that this kind of emotional story of kidnapping in childhood is so useful, shouldn't I tell you uncle?"

"."

Lan Jingqian picked up the tea cup and stopped in midair.

After writing the word "forbearance" in the bottom of my heart, Lan Jingqian changed the subject: "Have you talked to your old gentleman tonight?"

"Ok."

"He agrees with your approach?"

"Ok."

Lan Jingqian was a little surprised: "Such light? That's a choice that will cause great damage to the reputation of the Luo family and his personal reputation."

"I said, I will give a reasonable explanation."

Lan Jingqian frowned: "But you didn't say what it was."

"..." Luo Zhan raised his eyelids, his dark eyes were frozen for two seconds, and then drooped again. He leaned into the chair and yawned lazily, "This level can be regarded as the secret of the Luo family, so I can't say."

Lan Jingqian gave him expressionlessly.

Luo Zhanzhuang didn't see it.

Just when the atmosphere between the two was showing signs of returning to normal, Tang Ran's soft voice came from the direction of the living room sofa: "Uncle, are you just watching the show?"

"Here." Lan Jingqian's eyes softened as soon as he heard Tang Ran's voice.

He didn't bother to look at Luo Zhan again, got up and walked over.

The two have known each other for two or three years, and Luo Zhan has long been used to joking with him, and the subtle changes in the (guanguan) department have not allowed him to completely change this.

So when he saw Lan Jingqian's answer, he walked out, Luo Zhan lazily propped his cheekbones, mocking with a voice that only two of them could hear: "Daughter slave."

Lan Jingqian: "..."

Without waiting for Lan Jingqian's "retaliation", the little girl next to the sofa said again: "Luo Luo, what are you doing? Can you come and see it together?"

"..."

Luo Zhan met Lan Jingqian's gaze.

silence.

After Tang Ran said "Luo Luo" again, Young Master Luo abandoned his face without much consideration, and approached the little girl ahead of schedule, a few steps faster than Lan Jingqian.

The temperature of Lan Jingqian's eyes when he was seated was only a hole in someone's body.

When Lan Jingqian and Luo Zhan arrived, Duan Qingyan immediately closed her mouth nervously.

During the broadcast session on TV, apart from the host’s voice, there was a bit of awkward silence for a few seconds. Tang Ran turned towards the movement of the two seated persons and spoke actively: "Uncle, what were you talking about just now?"

Lan Jingqian had a meal: "Nothing, just small talk."

Tang Ran was hesitantly silent.

Luo Zhan leaned on the sofa, joking in a lazy voice: "Are some people born not to lie?"

Lan Jingqian came over.

Tang Ran hesitated, blushing to make up for Lan Jingqian: "Me too..."

"Well, you are very similar in this respect." Luo Zhan said.

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the old father, who was still frozen in his eyes a second, suddenly blossomed.

Tang Ran naturally couldn't see Lan Jingqian's mood changes. She asked curiously: "Then what were you talking about just now."

"I'm talking about your eye surgery." Luo Zhan's smile faded, his shoulders stretched slightly.

Tang Ran was stunned, dropping his eyes and smiling, "Didn't you wait until the eye, corn, and membrane donation?"

"Prepare in advance and be prepared."

"But, even if it's time." Tang Ran's voice lowered, "My father... Tang Shixin may not sign."

Luo Zhan was silent.

He looked sideways, and he saw Lan Jingqian, who was sitting with him, with a rare gloomy expression at this time, and his hands hanging beside him were also clenched.

Luo Zhan retracted his gaze.

After thinking for a few seconds, he got up and walked to Tang Ran's side, then sat down.

With the (dead si) gaze looking at Lan Jingqian, Luo Zhan's face was not red and heartbeat, and he raised his hand, half-wrapped the girl's shoulder, and then lightly (touched Mo) (touched Mo) her head.

"Don't be depressed."

"..." Tang Ran raised his unconsciously lowered face and laughed, "I don't have one, just..."

"I will solve it for you." Luo Zhan whispered.

Duan Qingyan on the other side looked over in surprise.

And just like the softness of the auditory hallucinations in the voice she heard, the handsome and clear young man sat beside Tang Ran, watching the blind girl, comforting and repeating.

"Everything we want will come true. Trevi Fountain can do anything for you."

Tang Ran hesitated: "Is this all right?"

"any."

"..."

Seeing that the "thief" had "stole" under his nose, Lan Jingqian couldn't bear it after he recovered.

He straightened up, his eyes stern.

Only a second before Lan Jingqian opened his mouth, his mobile phone suddenly rang slightly.

Lan Jingqian seemed startled.

Luo Zhan's eyes fell and smiled faintly: "It will be very annoying if you don't mute the New Year's Day."

"...This is a special reminder." Lan Jingqian's expression became complicated, and his voice became a little dumb.

"? What special reminder?"

"and many more."

Lan Jingqian didn't seem to even bother to explain, he quickly took out his phone and looked down. After confirming the news three times, Lan Jingqian slowly clenched his fist.

Seeing through Lan Jingqian's emotional ups and downs, Luo Zhan's smile faded away, and his eyes became serious: "What happened?"

Tang Ran turned back nervously, "Uncle?"

"Nothing happened. That's good news."

Lan Jingqian's tail trembled slightly and looked up.

"The eye, corn, and membrane donation Xiaoran is waiting for... is here."

"!"