Don’t Cry

Chapter 47

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The anger that was about to open was blocked by this sudden sentence, and Mr. Luo froze in place with his voice and expression.

There was a few seconds of silence on the terrace.

The night wind in front of Luo Zhan's ears passed through the gap in the long balcony window that was not closed tightly, blowing a whistling sound that was sometimes sharp and sometimes rustling.

Luo Zhan lowered his eyes. From the nose line to the cheekbones to the jawline, the cold side face stretches out sharp lines. It is also a scourge face with no expression, but it is completely different from the usual sloppy laziness.

Even the usual lazy eyes were dark and deep at the moment, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

Luo Zhan slowly closed the long window.

Next to the slightly bent knuckles, the whistling sound of the wind was torn and stretched to the sharpest and piercing degree, and then at the moment when the last gap was slammed shut, it was completely vanished.

Then Luo Zhan put down his hand and turned around.

Grandpa Luo barely recovered his senses at this time.

With a stiff face, he asked, "You, what nonsense are you talking about... Why did you and Tang Ran know each other long ago?"

Although the words were vague, Mr. Luo didn't look away for a second. He stared at Luo Zhan's eyes tightly, as if he wanted to get some answers from it.

Luo Zhan frowned a little, and his voice was cold: "I also think I'm talking nonsense. All the way I just came here, I was thinking, if Tang Ran really appeared in my memory, why would I treat her to her? Not the slightest impression."

Hearing this sentence, Mr. Luo's eyes suddenly loosened. He seems to have put a little snack for some reason.

After a few seconds of pause, Mr. Luo coughed lowly in the wind: "Did you see that little girl at Tang's house? Did she say something or—"

"I haven't finished my words yet." Luo Zhan interrupted him suddenly, "Grandpa, what are you anxious about?"

The old man Luo stiffened, turned his head, met his little grandson's cold eyes, and retorted with a guilty conscience: "Who said I was in a hurry?"

Luo Zhan: "Then wait for me to finish."

"You don't remember seeing her, so what else is there to say?"

"I really don't have her in my memory," Luo Zhan paused for two seconds and narrowed his eyes, "but only in the memory I remember."

"… "

Mr. Luo's figure was slightly stagnant.

Luo Zhan walked over without hesitation, not letting go of every change in his grandfather's expression: "After the age of 12, everything that happened to me, I can follow the clues of time and place to make myself Backtracking. Before the age of 11, as boring as it was, the only gap was in the middle year.”

Luo Zhan walked in front of the old man, and stopped slowly at the end of his words: "On the way, I suddenly thought that if something happened in my life that I didn't even know about, it must have been that year-because it was nearly that year. The memories of a year are all from your grandfather to tell me."

The old man Luo frowned: "What's the matter? You fell off a horse and knocked your head into a coma for several months, so you have some memory loss—"

"I was in a coma during those few months?" Luo Zhan asked suddenly.

The old man Luo said for a while: "Otherwise?"

Luo Zhan was silent. He looked at Mr. Luo, and the mood in his eyes gradually became gloomy.

Grandpa Luo was stared at him so guilty, he could only frown and ask unhappily, "What kind of eyes do you have? Don't believe what I said?"

Luo Zhan: "I was just skeptical at first. After all, in retrospect, my recovery speed and physical condition at that time really didn't look like the situation after being in a coma for a few months."

Mr. Luo looked away: "Physical recovery varies from person to person, what's the point."

"… "

Luo Zhan's mouth curled up, his eyes cold.

Mr. Luo was inexplicably guilty at the half-smile, and frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

"I just made sure." Luo Zhan said, "You must have concealed something from me during that time—if not, then with your temper and what happened tonight, how could you be so patient with me now? explain?"

"…!"

Mr. Luo's expression changed.

On the contrary, he forgot because of his guilty conscience. In the evening, he reminded the housekeeper Lin Yi—

His little grandson has a rebellious temperament, but when it comes to "playing chess", he doesn't play a lot of tricks that draw money from the bottom of the pot to hide Chen Cang.

If he didn't notice, even his grandfather was counted in.

Mr. Luo's expression was gloomy, and his eyes kept changing.

Luo Zhan said, "I am willing to admit defeat, this game is your grandfather's loss. As the price, should you tell me what you hid from me back then?"

Mr. Luo recovered his mind when he heard this, and snorted coldly: "Who has bet with you? Anyway, I didn't say what to bet with you. If you have the ability, think about it yourself. If you can't remember it, don't come to me."

Saying that, Mr. Luo walked around Luo Zhan with an ugly expression and was about to leave.

Luo Zhan turned around, "What happened that year that made you so secretive?"

"—"

Mr. Luo's figure stopped.

After a few seconds, he sighed in a low voice: "Don't think about it, Luo Zhan. Trust me, thinking about those things won't do you any good."

Luo Zhan frowned: "I don't need benefits, I just want the truth."

Mr. Luo's voice sank: "Then the truth will hurt you?"

"Even if it does, I have to know."

"If it will hurt you, do you think I'll let you know?!" Mr. Luo finally couldn't hold back his anger, he turned around and glared at Luo Zhan, "You are my grandson and my most beautiful son. The promising future heir of the Luo family - you are the most important, and there are many people and things other than you are under you, do you understand?"

"… "

Luo Zhan's eyes sank a little.

After a long while, he raised his drooping eyes, his eyes were as cool as water: "Those people and things, including Tang Ran?"

The old man said coldly: "Everything I said includes me and the rest of the Luo family, not to mention outsiders."

"Even if this 'outsider' is my savior—" Luo Zhan clenched his fists tightly, his voice hoarse, "even if her eyes are blind because of me?"

"!"

Mr. Luo's figure was shocked.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he returned to his senses in astonishment: "How, how do you know that her blindness is to save you?"

"Guess." Luo Zhan replied coldly. "And now it's verified."

Mr. Luo: "..."

Luo Zhan straightened up and walked towards the exit of the long window on the terrace, his voice was cold: "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I will investigate this matter myself. I didn't know it before because I had no direction and I wasn't curious - it's different now. The truth must be known."

"Stop." Mr. Luo frowned and stopped Luo Zhan. He looked over, "Do you want the truth for Tang Ran?"

Luo Zhan didn't speak.

Mr. Luo tried to persuade him with a warm tone as much as possible: "I told you that many things in this world are not black and white. Just like some truth, it will hurt everyone when it is revealed - how do you know that Tang Ran will not Will you be hurt by this truth?"

Luo Zhan thought it was nonsense when he heard it. He pulled the corner of his mouth and glanced lazily at the old man beside him: "Do you think I'm stupid? What else could she be in a worse situation than now?"

Grandpa Luo was almost annoyed by the expression in his little grandson's eyes. Considering the loss and the pros and cons at this time, he gritted his teeth and endured it: "Then do you know where Tang Ran grew up before returning to the Tang family?"

"… "

Luo Zhan's eyes narrowed slightly.

The uncontrollable sharpness in his emotions instinctively retracted the sharp thorns at this moment, as if even the phantom of the little girl in his memory was afraid of accidentally hurting him.

Luo Zhan was silent for a few seconds and said unwillingly, "Orphanage."

Mr. Tang sneered: "Then do you know how she got there?"

"What else could it be..."

Luo Zhan's voice stopped abruptly.

The sudden thought of a possibility caused his pupils to suddenly shrink. After a few seconds, Luo Zhan regained his senses, and Luo Zhan was breathing slightly, and looked at Mr. Luo in disbelief.

Mr. Luo's eyes were complicated: "It's what you think. The Tang family knew her existence from the very beginning - and even from the very beginning, she was personally arranged by the Tang family to be an orphan without a name and sent to the orphan. Courtyard."

"…!"

Luo Zhan's thoughts were shaken slightly.

A certain memory fragment in the deepest part of my mind was shaken, and the sound and picture came from an extremely distant place.

Cold room, metal fences, small windows that don't let much light in. There are also two children sitting back to back across the same wall.

They seem to have known each other for a long time. When the adults are away, two hands will be carefully stretched out from the fence and slowly groped to hold together.

That's the only temperature in the cold.

[what's your name?]

[I? I don't have a name.]

[no name? So how did they find you.]

[The teacher called me number 390, because I was the 390th child after the orphanage was established... I also want to have a name, and they only play with children with names.]

[…]

[What about you, what's your name?]

[I do not have either.]

[Hey?]

[Since you don't have it, then I'll accompany you. They don't play with you, I play with you.]

[Um!]

[… Later, if there is any later, when we go out, I will give you a name.]

[it is good. Then I'll just use the name you gave me and never change it!]

[A word is settled, you can't forget it.]

[Well, I don't forget!]

[…]

She really didn't forget.

It was he who forgot.

It turned out that he was the boy she wanted to see again.

The focus in Luo Zhan's eyes was reset.

After waking up, pain, guilt, self-blame, remorse... Countless emotions began to intertwine in his heart, like invisible insects biting his heart, and the pain was unbearable.

He was rescued by her eyes as a price, but he forgot about her.

He became the young master of his Luo family and lived freely. He left her alone in that dark corner of the world, and let her live alone and helpless for so many years.

Luo Zhan gritted his teeth.

Probably too much force, the cheekbones of the boy's side cheeks were trembling slightly.

The corners of his eyes were red, his eyes were splitting, and he seemed to cry in the next second.

After all, Mr. Luo couldn't bear it: "I know you blame yourself, I will try to compensate her as much as possible, Luo Zhan. But this child... She has a special status after all. I did my best to pick her up from the orphanage and send her back to the Tang family. I can. You don't understand why I chose the Tang family in so many families? - That's why I gave in. The Tang family kept silent on this matter, and in exchange, I also pretended not to know Tang Ran. I will no longer interfere with anything of the Tang family and Tang Ran."

Luo Zhan raised his head with red eyes, and his voice was hoarse with suppressed emotions to the extreme: "You shouldn't let her go back to Tang's house!"

Grandpa Luo paused: "Then what do you want me to do? For the sake of a little girl who I have never met before, forcefully intervene in the Tang family's private affairs, and even make the Luo family and the Tang family completely hostile?"

Luo Zhan: "You can at least choose to pick her up and leave."

"The Tang family will agree to hand over such a time bomb to my insider?" Mr. Luo was so angry that his beard was shaking, "What's more—why was the Tang family so reluctant to accept Tang Ran in the first place, you should have seen it during this time. An unidentified child recognizes his ancestors and returns to his ancestry. How can this be an indelible stain on an aristocratic family? How to explain this kind of thing is useless, and it is even less possible for me to let the Luo family be instructed and ancestral hall for a little girl. Shame!"

"… "

With the voice of the old man Luo, Luo Zhan's eyes became a little colder.

After a long silence, he said, "You are right."

Mr. Luo was stunned for a moment, and was relieved by surprise and shock: "If you can understand what I mean—"

Luo Zhan: "But I still can't forgive."

"… "

"I will compensate her in my own way, and I don't need you."

Luo Zhan turned around and walked out of the terrace.

Mr. Luo was angry: "What are you doing!"

Luo Zhan: "She should be here on time. Someone called her to say hello to you."

Grandpa Luo was taken aback, "How do you know?"

"… "

Luo Zhan stopped.

Against the cold temperature in his eyes, he turned to look back. On Qing Jun's face, a revengeful cold smile flashed in those dark eyes.

Luo Zhan: "Because you gave her a nice gift."

Mr. Luo was stunned: "You mean that robot?"

"Do not."

Luo Zhan's mouth twitched, mocking coldly.

He points to himself—

"it's me."