After Luo Zhan came out of the trunk, he seemed to be holding back badly. He was half-holding the back cover of the car, his slender, cold-white knuckles clasped tightly.
"Luo Luo?" Tang Ran, who didn't hear much movement, asked worriedly, "Are you all right?"
"...It's alright." Luo Zhan replied in a hoarse voice, then laughed loosely, "It's a little exhausting to shrink in for too long, it's cold outside, you go in first."
"Really, are you okay?"
"Um."
Tang Ran nodded hesitantly: "Then come in quickly."
"it is good."
Duan Qingyan accompanied Tang Ran into the partial house, leaving a gap in the door.
Turning around from Tang Ran, the smile on Luo Zhan's face faded. When the shadowy figure disappeared in the hallway, he frowned slightly and lowered his head.
The suppressed breathing rhythm was released, and the young man's chest, which was wrapped in a white shirt under his open coat, rose and fell 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 again, there was a pair of stopped leather shoes toes in his field of vision before he got up.
"What's wrong with you, you're not feeling well?" Lan Jingqian's voice came from above his head.
"..." Luo Zhan took a light breath and slowly straightened his waist. Before we could meet him, he had already put on a lazy smile, "It's just not quite used to it, it doesn't matter. You'll get used to it next time."
Lan Jingqian didn't speak, and looked at him for two seconds: "Your face doesn't look as simple as being uncomfortable."
Luo Zhan's smile faded.
After a while, he sighed and lowered his eyes listlessly: "Mr. Lan, shouldn't the adult world have a well-known principle of non-disclosure?"
"Really, never 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 be in trouble because you drilled into my trunk once - not to mention whether your old gentleman will let me go, Xiao Ran that I can't get through."
Luo Zhan raised his eyes.
The air was silent for a few seconds.
Luo Zhan saw from Lan Jingqian's expression that the other party had to get to the bottom of it, and he was a little helpless. Raising his hand and rubbing his shoulders and neck, Luo Zhan said casually, "I lost my memory."
"...?" The sudden answer made Lan Jingqian lose his mind, "Amnesia?"
"Well, self-protective amnesia."
"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 very much, but recently I can always remember it piecemeal."
Lan Jingqian didn't forget where their topic started, he subconsciously looked at the trunk. Lan Jingqian seemed to understand something after his eyes stopped on the cold metal cover for a few seconds.
He frowned. "Sorry, I didn't know you had this situation."
Luo Zhan had completely returned to his normal state at this time, and put his hands in the pockets of his coat. Hearing Lan Jingqian's words, the corner of his mouth twitched and he laughed lazily: "What's there to be sorry for?"
Luo Zhan stretched his long legs and walked towards the side house: "Don't say it's you, before I went in, I didn't even know that I still had a shadow in this area - and thanks to it, I might be able to remember all of that. ."
Lan Jingqian turned around and walked beside Luo Zhan: "Since it is self-protective forgetting, don't force it to recall. For some things, it is better to forget than to remember."
"No." Luo Zhan didn't even think about it, "I must remember."
Lan Jingqian frowned and looked at him incomprehensibly: "Even if the process is painful?"
Luo Zhan recalled the feeling just below, lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "It's really a bit painful."
"… "
"However, no matter how painful it is, I will definitely remember them all." Luo Zhan raised his eyes, and there was a deep sense of seriousness in the sloppy eyes.
Lan Jingqian frowned, "Why do you have to remember?"
Luo Zhan's figure stopped.
After a while, he lowered his eyes and laughed in a low voice: "Those who are guilty can't even forget how they are guilty."
"?"
Lan Jingqian turned his head unexpectedly.
Luo Zhan had already opened his legs again and walked over.
For New Year's Eve, Lan Jingqian obviously had plans.
The home theater that had been placed in the living room was turned on, the volume was turned up, and every program of the Spring Festival Gala was played to my ears.
Although Tang Ran couldn't see the picture, some sketches and dialogues still made Tang Ran and Duan Qingyan who were sitting together on the sofa giggled.
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 men who celebrated New Year's Eve with her, she couldn't help but shiver a little.
But as time passed, Duan Qingyan apparently relaxed slowly. Not long after, she was completely accustomed to the atmosphere in the side house, and she was wholeheartedly talking about the show with Tang Ran and laughing.
On the other side of the room.
Luo Zhan and Lan Jingqian were sitting at 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 didn't Mr. Lan guard me like a thief tonight?"
Lan Jingqian glanced at him: "Do you also know that you are a thief?"
Luo Zhan supported his cheekbones lazily, his eyes kept on the direction of the sofa. Hearing this, he just smiled silently: "I never admitted it. What did I steal from Mr. Lan?"
Lan Jingqian ignored the trap: "Today is a special day, so I don't care about you."
"...It's so generous." Luo Zhan turned his head and tutted softly, "If I had known that the emotional story of kidnapping in childhood was so useful, shouldn't I have told you to my uncle?"
"."
Lan Jingqian's hand holding the tea cup stopped in midair.
After writing the word "forbearance" one stroke at a time in his heart, Lan Jingqian changed the subject: "Have you talked to that old gentleman in your family tonight?"
"Um."
"Did he agree with your method?"
"Um."
Lan Jingqian was a little surprised: "So light? That's a choice that will cause great damage to the Luo family's reputation and his personal reputation."
"I said that I will give a reasonable explanation."
Lan Jingqian frowned: "But you didn't say anything."
"..." Luo Zhan raised his eyelids, his dark eyes were frozen for two seconds, and then drooped down again. He leaned into the chair and yawned lazily, "This level is a secret of the Luo family, so I can't say it."
Lan Jingqian looked at him expressionlessly.
Luo Zhan pretended not to see it.
Just when the atmosphere between the two began to return to normal again, Tang Ran's soft voice came from the direction of the sofa in the living room: "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 even bother to look at Luo Zhan again, got up and walked over.
The two had known each other for two or three years, and Luo Zhan had long been accustomed to joking with him, and the subtle changes in the relationship had not allowed him to completely change this.
So when he saw Lan Jingqian's answer, he went out. Luo Zhan supported his cheekbones lazily, and mocked and sneered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Daughter slave."
Lan Jingqian: "..."
Without waiting for Lan Jingqian's "revenge", the little girl next to the sofa said again: "Luo Luo, what are you doing? Come over and see?"
"… "
Luo Zhan met Lan Jingqian's gaze.
silence.
After Tang Ran said "Luo Luo" again, Young Master Luo abandoned his face without much thought, and arrived at the little girl's side ahead of schedule at a speed a few steps faster than Lan Jingqian.
The temperature of Lan Jingqian's eyes when he took his seat was only a hole in someone's body.
As soon as Lan Jingqian and Luo Zhan came over, Duan Qingyan immediately closed her mouth nervously.
During the broadcast on the TV, except for the host's voice, an awkward silence lasted for a few seconds. Tang Ran turned to the direction of the movement of the two of them and took the initiative to say, "Uncle, what were you talking about just now?"
Lan Jingqian paused: "It's nothing, just chatting."
Tang Ran was hesitantly silent.
Luo Zhan leaned on the sofa and joked lazily: "Are some people born who can't lie?"
Lan Jingqian looked over.
Tang Ran hesitated for a while, and blushed to find a remedy for Lan Jingqian: "I'm like this too..."
"Well, you are very similar in this respect." Luo Zhan said.
"… "
As soon as these words came out, the old father, whose eyes were frozen a second ago, suddenly blossomed.
Tang Ran naturally couldn't see Lan Jingqian's emotional 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, lowered his eyes and smiled: "Didn't you wait for the cornea donation?"
"Prepare in advance, be prepared."
"But, even if we wait." Tang Ran lowered his voice, "My father... Tang Shixin may not sign it."
Luo Zhan was silent.
He glanced sideways to his side, and sure enough, Lan Jingqian, who was seated with him, had a rare gloomy expression, and his hand was clenched by his side.
Luo Zhan looked back.
After thinking for a few seconds, he got up and walked to Tang Ran's side before sitting down.
Facing the death stare of Lan Jingqian's return to his senses, Luo Zhan raised his hand without blushing, half wrapped his arms around the little girl's shoulders, and then lightly stroked her head.
"Don't be discouraged."
"..." Tang Ran raised her face, which had been lowered unconsciously, and smiled, "I don't have it, it's just..."
"I'll fix it for you." Luo Zhan whispered.
Duan Qingyan on the other side looked over in amazement.
And just like the phantom-like gentleness in the voice she heard, the handsome young man sat beside Tang Ran, looked at the blind girl, and took the trouble to comfort and repeat.
"Everything we want will come true. Wishing Pool can do anything for you."
Tang Ran hesitated: "Is this okay?"
"any."
"… "
Seeing that the "thief" had "stealed" under his nose, Lan Jingqian couldn't bear it anymore.
He straightened up, his eyes stern.
Just a second before Lan Jingqian opened his mouth, his phone suddenly rang softly.
Lan Jingqian seemed startled.
Luo Zhan's eyes fell, and he smiled lightly: "It will be annoying if the New Year is not muted."
"... This is a special reminder." Lan Jingqian's expression became complicated, and his voice became hoarse.
"? What special tips?"
"and many more."
Lan Jingqian seemed to be reluctant to explain more, he quickly took out his mobile phone and looked down. After confirming the news three times, Lan Jingqian slowly clenched his fists.
Seeing Lan Jingqian's emotional ups and downs, Luo Zhan's smile faded, and his eyes became a little more serious: "What happened?"
Tang Ran turned back nervously: "Uncle?"
"Nothing happened. Good news."
Lan Jingqian's voice trembled slightly and raised his head.
"The cornea donation that Xiaoran is waiting for... Here comes."
"!"