Luo Zhan couldn't believe what he had just heard.
Even if the girl in front of him who was "looking" at him with her eyes closed and her face shivering coldly really knew his name, no one should dare to call him that: No matter in Luo's family or in K University, Young Master Luo has a temper. Notoriously bad, no one dared to touch Mao's minefield against Mao the first time they met.
When Luo Zhan's eyes gradually became cold and unkind, a familiar response in a lazy tone came out as the screen of the mobile phone in the girl's hand lit up:
"It's there."
"… "
Luo Zhan paused for two seconds and looked down. Staring at the familiar interface, he narrowed his eyes.
Luo Zhan remembered.
"Luo Luo" is also the name of the AI assistant developed by their team. When int tried to develop a voice assistant app before, the team member who named the AI program almost died in the hands of Young Master Luo.
So the little girl was not calling him just now, but the AI assistant in her phone who collected his sound source for onomatopoeia synthesis.
But what Luo Zhan remembers more clearly is that he did not open the commercial license for this program at all.
Luo Zhan frowned, "Is this what Tan Yunchang downloaded to your phone?"
"… Um."
Tang Ran should be very light.
She could hear that the person's tone seemed to have a very disturbing emotion, and if her previous guess was correct, then this person should be the leader of the development team behind int.
He is now, is he dissatisfied with her using this app
Thinking that "Luo Luo" might be taken back, Tang Ran pursed his lips uneasily, and subconsciously put the phone back in his arms.
No matter how cold and inhumane Luo Zhan is, he can't do anything to grab a cell phone from a blind girl at this moment.
He frowned and stared at the girl who shrank even tighter for a few seconds, then tutted softly and looked away.
"Tell me, where are you going?"
To keep "Luo Luo", Tang Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She reached out to touch the blind stick that was temporarily released by her protecting her mobile phone, and said in a careful tone, "Qingyan Road bus stop."
The figure of Luo Zhan, who leaned over and passed the blind stick into the girl's hand, froze slightly, "...Where?"
Tang Ran patiently repeated: "Qingyan Road, the bus stop."
"… "
Luo Zhan, who had never ridden a bus even when he grew up, was expressionless.
After a few seconds.
"Can't you take a taxi?"
"No, no." The weak-looking little girl's face was pale, and she insisted on this matter.
"?"
She bit her lip and said softly, "Then I'll go back by myself. Thank you."
"… "
Luo Zhan felt an inexplicable restlessness rushing up, as if magma had been poured into his blood vessels, and the fire was burning all the way into his heart.
It just didn't happen, and there was nowhere to go.
He suppressed his irritability, held down the girl's blind cane, and smiled coldly: "Afraid that I will abduct you?"
"… "
The girl didn't explain, just stood there with her eyes closed.
I don't know if it's cold or frightened, her face is pale, and her lips are faintly tinged. The jet-black hair wetted by the rain was sticking to the corners of her lips, framing her already beautiful facial features, and she could already see a little shadow of the bright appearance she would grow into in the future.
The irritability in Luo Zhan's heart increased a bit.
Standing in place for a while, he lowered his hand to touch his trouser pocket, and then remembered when he felt empty—before leaving the laboratory, he was so annoyed by Tan Yunchang that he was dizzy, and after answering the phone, he threw the phone on the table.
So I didn't bring it at all.
Luo Zhan was silent.
After a while, he lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl who was waiting for him with a blind cane.
"Did Tan Yunchang give you the navigation map associated with the voice assistant?"
"…?"
Tang Ran was slightly stunned, and raised his face in Luo Zhan's direction.
In the subtle silence, Tang Ran finally understood Luo Zhan's cause and effect.
The corners of the girl's mouth curved slightly.
She lowered her head, nodded her phone, and whispered, "Luo Luo."
"It's there."
"How do I get to the Qingyan Road bus stop?"
"Follow my command."
The navigation uses Luo Zhan's voice, cold and lazy, but obedient.
Luo Zhan: "..."
From today onwards, Tan Yunchang's coffin has been nailed down here.
In the past, when Luo Zhan was asked "what is the most shameful thing in life", he was never too lazy to answer - the young master of the Luo family had a green light all the way in his life, how could there be such a thing as shame
There is now.
Being led by a blind little girl, the AI assistant who communicated with her all the way was called "Luo Luo"... That's fine.
But even the money for the bus ride was paid for by the little girl.
The reason is also simple.
While waiting for the bus, Tang Ran learned from his experience and asked Luo Zhan in advance, "Did you bring change?"
Luo Zhan took out the wallet from his coat pocket and glanced at it, "... 50 count?"
The little girl with her eyes closed bent the corners of her mouth.
After a few seconds, she took out two cool coins from a hidden pocket of her skirt, took Luo Zhan's hand, and put them in his palm.
Luo Zhan instinctively wanted to avoid the girl's hand, but he still paused at those slightly closed eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes.
The two coins lay down quietly in his palm.
"One at a time is enough, don't throw more," the girl whispered to him, "the other one is for you to use when you come back."
"… "
Luo Zhan was in a complicated mood.
This is the first time the young master has been reimbursed for travel expenses, with a total price of two yuan.
Standing under the carport of the bus station, Luo Zhan put away the coins and the umbrella.
After waiting for a long time, the shadow of 936 Road was not seen, but the girl he glanced at out of the corner of the eye had shrunk her thin body tightly.
... I don't know which little girl it is. Are the parents not giving food
Seeing the little girl trembling with cold, Luo Zhan frowned and took off his jacket.
Hesitating for two seconds in his hand, he put his coat over the girl's little head with slightly curly long hair.
"!"
Tang Ran wouldn't have the feeling of blackness in front of him, but the feeling of being suddenly wrapped in a sack was still there.
She was panicking in her heart, when she heard the boy's voice in a lazy and cold voice in the world outside with the soft cloth above her head—
"Put your clothes on. The aunt next to me has accused me of abusing my daughter."
Tang Ran was dumbfounded: This person's voice always sounded lazily and coldly, with a bit of a youthful vibe, but standing next to her, would she look like her father
Confused, Tang Ran could only slowly pull off the coat above his head and put it on.
The light fragrance of amber cedar dyed her long hair, which was slightly ruffled by the coat.
The coat pressed down the girl's skirt, and the bottom edge of the dress covered the slightly undulating hip line and covered the base of the legs. The sleeves are a little too long for her, so that the tips of the fingers are not visible when they hang down.
Sure enough, he looked like a child who stole an adult's clothes.
"… "
After a few seconds, Luo Zhan slowly retracted his eyes.
With a "ding" sound, the coins fell into the coin box with a crisp sound.
The door is closed.
Only Tang Ran and Luo Zhan came up this station, but the seats in the car were already full.
The bus driver noticed the blind stick in Tang Ran's hand. Before driving, he glanced at the car before turning back, and said to Luo Zhan, "There is a special seat for love in the middle. Let the person who occupies it give way."
"… "
Luo Zhan naturally didn't know what the love seat on the bus was, but it didn't prevent him from turning his eyes around and saw the passenger seats in the car that were clearly different in color from most other chairs.
He tapped the girl's blind cane, then supported her slender wrist across the coat she was wearing, "Come with me."
Tang Ran nodded obediently.
Luo Zhan led her and stopped in front of the first love seat.
Sitting on it was a slick young man with grandma's gray hair and a blue diamond nose stud. He wore earphones with Erlang's legs crossed, and he didn't feel the slightest anxiety about occupying the special seat for love. Instead, he sat on the bus like a single-person train.
Luo Zhan stopped with a lazy brow, bent his index finger and tapped the car window next to the young man's face.
The young man frowned, turning his head and pulling off his earphones, "Is something wrong?"
Luo Zhan didn't bother to answer the other's provocative tone, he just turned to the side and gave up the girl who was holding his wrist, "Excuse me, give me a seat."
If the classmates in the junior class of K University heard this sentence, many people would probably be choked with fright—
After having known each other for so many years, when did they hear Young Master Luo say "Excuse me"
But the young man obviously didn't feel that he had received any "honor". He glanced at Tang Ran, and after stagnating for a few seconds on the girl's beautiful eyebrows, the young man sneered.
"Is this little blind man your girlfriend? Take care of it like this? If I don't let it—what can you do?"
"… "
Tang Ran couldn't understand what happened at this time. She hesitantly raised her hand and tugged at the corner of Luo Zhan's clothes, "There are only two stops, I'll be there in a while."
Luo Zhan didn't move, and let the little girl hold the corner of his clothes. He looked at the young man coldly, "Does it have something to do with you?"
The young man looked at Tang Ran wantonly, turned back and smiled disgustingly, "If it's my own horse, I'll let it go, but for someone else, of course I won't—"
Before the word "let" was spoken, it was overshadowed by a muffled "bang" followed by a painful groan.
Tang Ran couldn't see anything, and only heard a few exclamations from strangers around, followed by subtle discussions.
She clenched the corner of the man's clothes in a panic, and subconsciously opened her mouth: "Luo Luo..."
Luo Zhan's forehead jumped, almost breaking his power.
He gritted his teeth slightly as if he didn't hear him, and looked back at the young man who was struggling against the windowpane with one hand.
Luo Zhan bowed slightly, his voice lowered to the lowest and coldest—
"Open your eyes and see, what is this line?"
[Love Seat for the Elderly, Young, Sick, Disabled and Pregnancy] A line of words was poked by Luo Zhan under his finger.
Luo Zhan: "I don't think it's suitable for you to sit here - you can't be pregnant, young or old, but I can help you, try it?"
The young man knew that he was in trouble when he didn't move for a long time. He was also a bully and afraid of hardship. At this time, he was held in front of the window and apologized repeatedly with a sad face.
After being let go by Luo Zhan, he got up and quickly slipped to the back row.
The onlookers watched the whole process, but Tang Ran could only rely on hearing to tell the difference.
When the side was quiet, the young man who was holding the corner of her clothes turned around, and his tone had returned to his usual laziness.
"Okay, sit down."
He led her to the seat.
Tang Ran sat down uneasily, "What happened to that person?"
"It's all right," Luo Zhan raised his eyes and glanced at the car behind him, with a cold meaning in his eyes, "He just felt extremely guilty for occupying the love seat, so he kowtowed to the banner."
Tang Ran was silent for a few seconds before accepting the answer.
"OK."
Luo Zhan finally sent Tang Ran downstairs to the apartment where she lived.
The little girl stopped in front of the security door downstairs. Instead of pressing the password, she hesitated for a few seconds and turned behind her.
"Thank you for taking me back."
Luo Zhan hadn't planned to send her up, but the little girl's obvious "you can go" meaning suddenly made the inexplicable restlessness in his heart resurface.
He frowned slightly.
"I'm afraid I'll abduct you by taking a taxi. You're still so worried when you get downstairs in your own house. I sound like a bad guy?"
"Taxi is not because of... "
"Since you are so afraid, don't go out alone in the future." Luo Zhan interrupted coldly.
The restlessness in his heart was attributed to him not sleeping well. Luo Zhan frowned, held the umbrella with one hand, turned and walked back.
Tang Ran was stunned in place, and it took two seconds before he recovered, and said a little anxiously: "The coat—"
"Throw it away."
The cold voice came back without a pause.
After walking very far, Luo Zhan's figure stopped.
He frowned and turned his head, remembering that he hadn't asked the girl he didn't know what to call it to delete the shameful AI voice assistant.
Just looking at the thin and slender back, Luo Zhan lowered his eyes again.
… never mind.
I won't see you again anyway.
Luo Zhan turned around wearily and walked into the rain curtain.
When Tang Ran returned home, Yang Yilan, who took care of her, had already returned.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yang Yilan, who was nearly sixty years old, hurried out. When she saw Tang Ran clearly at the entrance, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"You scared me to death, Xiaoran. It's raining so hard outside—why didn't you answer the phone?"
Tang Ran woke up half a beat.
She reached for the phone, "Maybe outside, didn't hear it."
"It's alright, it's fine, but it's still raining outside, you don't dare to take a small car, how did you get back?" Yang Yilan got closer, only to notice the coat on the girl, "Hey, you are Whose clothes are you wearing?"
Tang Ran slowly took off his jacket, "Someone sent me back, and the clothes belonged to that person."
"Hey, how many times have I told you, don't trust people outside, you are such a beautiful little girl, and you can't see it, what if you are kidnapped?"
"… "
Tang Ran unconsciously touched his mobile phone.
"Luo Luo" is inside. The man's voice was so similar to it. When talking to him, it's like talking to a more "live" Luo Luo.
So I couldn't resist...
The girl slowly rolled her eyes, "I see, grandma, I won't anymore."
"You, you know what to say."
Yang Yilan took the clothes from Tang Ran's hand and walked to the bathroom.
"Okay. Xiaoran, are you going to take a shower and get ready to eat? You have to get up early tomorrow, waiting for someone from the Tang family to pick you up."
Tang Ran asked unexpectedly, "Will it be very early?"
"Well, the main family called." Yang Yilan recalled: "It seems that the old man of the Luo family is about to pass his birthday. The Tang family wants to marry your sister, how can they miss this good opportunity? Definitely? I want to bring the juniors over to send congratulatory messages."
Tang Ran closed his eyes and looked calm, "They usually don't take me there on that occasion."
Yang Yilan: "Yeah, it's always been like this - who knows why they suddenly think of you this time? Anyway, let's prepare in advance."
"it is good."
"… "
Entering the bathroom, Yang Yilan took a basin and filled it with water, and soaked the coat in her hand.
Clothes are in the water, and the neckline is turned inside out.
A dark pattern of fancy embroidery like a signature is exposed.
Yang Yilan was stunned for a moment, then raised her hand and picked up the collar to look at it uncertainly.
It was a string of foreign letters, like a designer's signature. Some international famous designers like to leave such imprints on their clothing works.
And in front of this, Yang Yilan happened to have the impression—
Much like the handwriting of a famous Swedish designer.
The reason why Yang Yilan knew it was because Tang Luoqian, the eldest lady of the Tang family, often talked about this designer.
And the reason why Tang Luoqian likes it is also very simple: according to rumors, the young master of the Luo family only wears clothes designed by a few designers, and this one's works account for the most.
- But Tang Luoqian had to "queue" for several months to get the design of everyone's work. How could it be the clothes of passers-by who sent Tang Ran back
Yang Yilan was stunned at the dark embroidery pattern for a long time before shaking her head and dipping her clothes into the water again.
She muttered to herself.
"That's Tang Luoqian's fiancé, not Xiaoran's. What are you thinking about... I'm probably mistaken, and the signatures don't all look the same."
Despite saying this, Yang Yilan carefully washed the coat and hung it on the balcony at home.