"Old lady," a servant from the Tang family walked quickly outside the door of the tea room, stopped beside Mrs. Hang, bowed and said, "Miss Tang Ran has gone up to the third floor, she will be there in a while."
Mrs. Hang raised her eyes and asked unhappily, "what's the matter after so long delay? Just bring her in. "
"I want to urge too, but..."
"But what?"
The servant was not in a hurry to speak. He raised his head and glanced at the opposite of Mrs. Hang - Mr. Luo, who had just come back and took his seat, took a sip of tea and didn't even look here.
The servant had to bite the bullet and whispered, "The young master of the Luo family is standing beside Miss Tang Ran to protect her, so she won't be urged."
"… "
The old lady opened her eyes unexpectedly.
The tea room was already silent, and several people were close together. The servant's words could not be more clearly heard in the ears of everyone in the room.
The youngest Tang Luoqian was also the most restless, and her face changed when she reacted. She straightened up and looked at the servant in disbelief: "Who did you say helped?"
The servant repeated: "The young master of the Luo family."
Tang Luoqian gritted her teeth: "You read that right??"
The servant smiled wryly and lowered his head: "Miss Luoqian, no matter how bad my eyes look, I won't even recognize the young master. After all, he is a distinguished guest in the family."
"But how could he be with that little blind—"
"All right."
The old lady Hang interrupted Tang Luoqian's words lightly and not seriously, and glanced over -
"Then just wait for them to come in."
"… "
Tang Luoqian knew that he was wrong, so he turned around and quickly looked at the other side - Mr. Luo didn't seem to have heard this conversation, he was still drinking tea, and his eyelids had never been raised.
Tang Luo breathed a sigh of relief, then turned back to look at her grandma gratefully.
However, at this time, she found that Mrs. Hang was looking at Mr. Luo and the gentle smiling Butler Lin, and frowned slightly.
After another ten seconds of silence in the tea room, there was a knock on the door.
"Tuk tuk tuk" three times, just from the rhythm of knocking on the door, a kind of laziness can be heard, without waiting for an answer, the sound of pushing the door also makes the Tang family feel that this scene is very familiar.
But this time without the old man explaining, they can guess who it is.
It was much later than the previous time, and the first sound was the sound of the blind stick gently tapping the ground.
When she heard this voice, Tang Luoqian's brows could not help but wrinkle, she turned her face away angrily, but after a few seconds thinking of Luo Zhan what the servant said, she couldn't help but look back.
After a while, next to the long screen in the tea room, two figures, one high and one low, appeared at about the same time.
The young master of the Luo family, who no one has seen since he entered the gate of the Tang family, really pulled back his usual lazy and indifferent look, raised one hand flatly, and gave the little girl a focal point that could be supported.
After walking for half a minute from behind the screen to the sea of tea, there was no trace of impatience on the face of the scourge who was always languid and lethargic.
When the two of them arrived, the servant who had recovered from his senses packed up a new seat for the little girl in the corner.
Luo Zhan helped the person over.
Tang Ran touched the edge of the armrest of the wooden chair and sat down carefully.
Luo Zhan was used to serving the little girl, so he subconsciously bent over to take Tang Ran's blind stick, ready to do what he was used to before - fold it for her, put it away, and put it in her hands at any time.
However, just as he was about to hold it, he felt a pulling force in the opposite direction from the blind stick.
Luo Zhan's eyelids lifted, and the little girl in front of him was so nervous that he clenched the blind stick again.
Luo Zhan understands.
He lowered his eyes and smiled silently.
Then Luo Zhan withdrew his hand and went straight back to Mr. Luo's side.
Behind him, the little girl listened to the direction of his footsteps and turned slowly: "Hello, Grandpa Luo."
The old man put down the teacup in his hand and glanced at this quiet little girl with a complicated mood. He paused and nodded: "Good evening, Xiaoran."
Old lady Hang frowned and looked away from the young man who didn't seem to feel the pressure of her eyes. She cleared her throat and seemed to say something.
But before that, Mr. Luo glanced sideways.
"Did you take a seat?"
"… "
Just as Luo Zhan lifted the chair and was about to sit down, he stopped when he heard the words.
He didn't say a word, just stared lazily with drooping eyes.
The old man: "how did you come up with Xiaoran?"
Luo Zhan didn't raise his eyes, his voice was lazy, he just yawned: "I met you on the stairs."
"Why don't you usually see you so helpful?"
"It's nothing, maybe it's just a little bit of humanity still alive." Luo Zhan's mouth ticked indifferently, and his voice didn't know where to go, "Watching the little girl walk by herself and being teased and urged by a manager, I almost I thought I had traveled back to slave society, but I couldn't hold back."
"… "
On the Tang family's side, several people had different expressions.
The old man gave him a warning look, and said coldly, "I think it's you who delayed it. Come on, sit down."
Luo Zhan, who had already taken his seat consciously a second ago, lowered his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and answered in a languid tone:
"Thank you Lord Long, the slave is sitting."
The old man almost choked on the tea and turned his head to stare at him.
Luo Zhan didn't care, he just raised his eyes—
In the diagonally opposite corner, the little girl who was holding the blind cane nervously seemed to be stunned when she heard his words. Then she tried her best to bow her head, and it took a lot of effort to hold back her laughter.
"… "
Luo Zhan rolled his eyes.
After a few seconds, the boy's cold and stern face appeared, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
The so-called clichés, topics that are not sensitive among elders, and can be joked without harm, are also inseparable from those fixed themes.
When it comes to the younger generation, it is still the Tang family who started it first.
"... It's not good that we Luoqian don't like to make friends. We are also introverted, and we don't have many close friends at school. Usually, after taking a vacation, I see the children next door go out to parties or activities, but she likes to stay At home, either reading or playing the piano and drawing, alas, it's so quiet!"
Lin Manmei "deprecated" her daughter with a look of regret.
"It's not a bad thing to be quiet."
Mr. Luo took a stab at it, and glanced coldly beside him—
Young Master Luo is not stage fright wherever he goes. He will sit opposite the three elders of the Tang family, in the scent of tea in the room, and he alone seems to be able to fall asleep at any time.
The old man was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes, and his voice froze automatically:
"It's not like my family. I can't see a shadow at home for a year and a half. I spend all day in the laboratory, as if I don't have a home."
Lin Manmei boasted without hesitation: "That's because Luo Zhan has a strong professionalism. No wonder he has achieved so much at such a young age."
"… "
The boy who was holding his cheekbones and drooping his eyes didn't respond, his eyelids didn't lift even half an inch, as if someone named Luo Zhan was someone else.
Lin Manmei's smile froze.
Mr. Luo frowned and coughed softly: "Luo Zhan, Auntie Lin is praising you, and you don't say thank you?"
After being cued by his old man, Luo Zhan finally had some reaction.
He turned his eyes back, and the words that slipped past his ears a few seconds ago were pulled from his instant memory.
Looking back for two seconds, Luo Zhan turned to look at the old man, and his voice was cold and lazy: "Your Majesty, don't get me wrong, I'm not very professional. The ultimate goal of my life is to eat and die, so if there is a real throne to inherit in the family, you Be sure to start hooting from the top first."
As soon as Luo Zhan's words fell, the old man frowned.
The fact that neither of the Luo brothers want to inherit the family property is known only to the core members of the Luo family. Such "family ugliness" was said by Luo Zhan as a joke. Even if others don't take it seriously, the old man has a kind of foot pain. Annoyed into anger.
Fortunately, Lin Yi was most familiar with the old man's likes and dislikes. Before he dared to get angry, he smiled kindly at Lin Manmei opposite:
"Our young master's personality is indeed more lively."
Lin Manmei immediately went down the steps: "Luoqian, you can spend more time with Luo Zhan in the future and learn to be more outgoing from him, you know?"
Tang Luoqian was both happy and annoyed all night. Hearing this, he glanced at Luo Zhan in a complicated way, and answered vaguely, "Well."
"So," Lin Manmei seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and turned to Mr. Luo with a polite smile, "We have such a shallow temper, and we are really worried about telling her to go out with others - why don't we just wait for Luo Zhan to say when he has time, Let him take Luo Qian out for a walk and play, and get in touch with the outside world. Young people, it's better to make friends, what do you think, old man?"
"Well," the old man was not good at refuting Lin Manmei directly, and he responded after being silent for a few seconds, "then wait—"
"No time to."
Luo Zhan cut off his words without warning. He lowered his eyes and yawned coldly.
Mr. Luo hummed angrily: "I can't control you anymore, what can I be so busy that I don't even go home?"
"Lab, robot."
Luo Zhan was smooth and almost revealed the truth. He paused alertly, and then looked back.
"We are studying generalization this year, and the tentative goal is the direction of home robots."
The opposite Lin Manmei froze for a few seconds, her smile a little embarrassed: "I'm usually busy, so I won't ask Luo Qian to disturb you. You can take advantage of weekends or holidays..."
Seeing that the other party was going to chase after him, Luo Zhan rolled his eyes, and his emotions were cold and cold: "I don't have time for holidays."
Lin Manmei: "Do you still have to do experiments in the laboratory during the holidays?"
"No, busy with private life."
Lin Manmei froze: "Private...Private life?"
"Well," the young master raised the corner of his mouth, unrestrained and unrestrained, "such as drinking and clubbing, fighting and sleeping—"
Luo Zhan and the boys in the int lab were used to talking without any scruples, and they also tried to persuade the Tang family to retreat.
He babbled halfway, but suddenly thought of something, and then stopped at a very dangerous word.
After being stiff for two seconds, Luo Zhan subconsciously glanced at the corner of the room.
The little girl sitting there silently was looking up, listening to his private life with the same curiosity as everyone else.
The point he stopped was too clever, and the little girl had a curious expression on her face.
I just had to write "Sleep what?" on my face.
Luo Zhan: "..."
The mouth cannon is cool for a while, and finds a crematorium.
Butler Lin stood behind, as the most caring butler of the Luo family, at this time he smiled kindly and took the initiative to add to Luo Zhan: "Our young master is usually too tired and too busy in the laboratory, and he often sleeps at home on weekends."
"… "
Several members of the Tang family had different expressions.
The only one who really believed it was probably a simple little girl.
The old lady hang can't listen anymore.
She frowned, cleared her throat and said, "Luo Zhan, our two families have had a good relationship for more than ten years. The friendship between the elders cannot be broken with your younger generation. You and Luo Qian should move around more in the future, and occasionally take some time out. It shouldn't be difficult for you to spend time with your sister Luoqian, right?"
As soon as Mrs. Hang said this, Lin Yi froze in his heart.
Mr. Luo's eyes also changed slightly.
They were all familiar with Luo Zhan's temperament. This kind of elder's tone with a strong bossiness and power over others was never used by Luo Zhan in front of Luo Zhan—
Someone's unruly strength in his bones is really guilty, and he turns out to be the Great Sage Equaling Heaven who can make a big havoc in the Heavenly Palace.
If you don't kick the chair over on the spot, you will save face.
Lin Yi was thinking about whether he should rush up to press the table or press the chair first, but saw Luo Zhan's figure froze on a certain scale after slowly straightening up.
It didn't catch fire.
Lin Yi was surprised.
Following what he thought, he looked to the corner of the room—
The little girl sitting there was listening to the movement in the room with her ears pricked, and there was a little unease in her expression.
Lin Yi's eyes fell back to him.
Luo Zhan's hand on the table was slightly clenched, and the pale blue blood vessels were taut on the back of the cold white hand.
A few seconds later, Lin Yi heard Luo Zhan's sudden smile, cold and indifferent: "Yes."
The young master let go of his hand and leaned on the backrest.
He lowered his eyes and gave a smile that could fade away at any time—
"On the 22nd of next month, it's a Saturday. I happened to go to M city next door to deal with some things with a few friends."
In the corner, Tang Ran was slightly startled.
number 22
Wasn't that the day they made an appointment with the headmaster for an eye follow-up
The Tang family was also surprised that Luo Zhan let go so easily.
After a few seconds of silence, Lin Manmei agreed for her daughter without hesitation: "No problem, Luoqian has long wanted to go to M City to play, right Luoqian?"
Tang Luo Qian suppressed the surprise and surprise, lowered her head and said "um" reservedly.
Mrs. Hang's expression slowed down a little: "that's it, then Luoqian-"
"In this case."
Luo Zhan interrupted Mrs. Hang in a leisurely manner.
Under the unhappy gaze of the other party, he raised his eyes, this time looking at the corner without any cover.
"Have a face, let's go together."
The sense of laziness faded from his eyes.
The young master opened his mouth slowly, with a low, hoarse smile in his tone—
"Sister Tang Ran."