After seeing off Tan Yunchang, Luo Zhan opened a room in a hotel near the private eye hospital in Junxi. After the shower, he leaned back tiredly into the big bed in the hotel and fell asleep for nearly five hours.
In the evening, Luo Zhan returned to the single ward where Tang Ran was.
At that time, Lan Jingqian was standing beside the hospital bed, and the full-time nurse was taking away the bowl of clear porridge on the low table of the hospital bed for Tang Ran.
Seeing that the person entering the door was Luo Zhan, Lan Jingqian's eyes moved slightly. After a few seconds, he got up and walked to the door, and stopped opposite Luo Zhan: "I'll leave it to you at night. I'll come and change your class after 12 o'clock."
Luo Zhan was a little surprised and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Lan is so understanding?"
Lan Jingqian glanced at him helplessly: "It's a favor that you didn't disturb this afternoon."
Luo Zhan nodded and turned sideways to make way: "President Lan, please."
"… "
After Lan Jingqian left, Luo Zhan closed the wooden door and walked to the hospital bed: "Have you eaten dinner?"
Tang Ran, who was on the hospital bed, only heard the movement at the door. At this time, he heard Luo Zhan's voice, and turned his head a little excitedly: "Luo—"
"Hey, ah, don't move, little girl," the nurse who came in to change Tang Ran's infusion bottle quickly stopped her, "Be careful of the needle!"
Tang Ran was frightened, so she quietly closed her mouth and retracted.
The nurse who was cleaning the tableware beside the hospital bed was an old man with experience in caring for patients specially invited by Luo Zhan from the Luo family's house before, and he was naturally familiar with him. At this time, the nurse straightened up and answered for Tang Ran: "Little Young master, Miss Tang Ran's dinner is a nutritious meal specially arranged after surgery, and I just used it."
When she finished speaking, Luo Zhan just stopped by the hospital bed.
The nurse who was about to change the dressing apparently heard the nurse's address to Luo Zhan, and after reacting, she gave Luo Zhan a surprised and strange look.
Then the nurse turned back and laughed at Tang Ran: "So there is still a young lady living in the ward where I changed my dressing today?"
"I-I'm not..."
Tang Ran was the worst at dealing with jokes. After hearing the words for a long time, he didn't keep up with the words, but his face turned red first.
Luo Zhan never cared about what others said, and this level of joking seemed like a deaf ear to him.
However, Tang Ran's reaction was his greatest interest, so Luo Zhan didn't open his mouth, he just waited for the little girl with interest.
When he saw that Tang Ran's face was about to turn red into a small lantern, he lowered his eyes, coughed low to suppress his smile, and said to the nurse, "Don't call such an old-fashioned name outside in the future."
The nurse was about to respond.
Luo Zhan turned to Tang Ran, and added maliciously: "Little young lady has a thin skin and can't stand it."
Care workers:"… ?"
Tang Ran: "!"
What temperature and color are the freshly cooked shrimp, the little girl is now what temperature and color.
After finally waiting for the nurse to finish changing the medicine, the nurse also left with the utensils that were packed up, and Tang Ran slowly faded from the red lantern state.
Luo Zhan picked up the chair, sat beside the hospital bed, and asked, "How are you feeling this afternoon?"
The little girl didn't know how to hold grudges, so she replied obediently when she heard the words: "It's much better."
"Don't your eyes hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"real?"
"..." Tang Ran was silent for a few seconds, with a bitter face, "It's fake. The eye sockets seem to hurt a little, but the nurse sister said it's normal."
Looking at the little girl's miserable appearance, Luo Zhan was amused and distressed: "If you are uncomfortable, rest more, and you will not feel uncomfortable when you fall asleep."
Tang Ran's expression collapsed even more dejectedly, and his voice was low with a bit of grievance: "Last night, I seemed to have slept a lot, but today I'm not sleepy at all, but I'm in good spirits."
"Then what?"
"... Luo Luo accompany me to talk?" The little girl asked carefully. "It's a distraction."
Luo Zhan lowered his eyes: "Okay."
The little girl moved the tip of her nose under the white gauze, and the corners of her lips curled up.
Luo Zhan's eyes were complicated.
After a few seconds of pause, he asked, "How was your conversation with that person in the afternoon when I was away?"
Tang Ran: "It's better than yesterday. He doesn't seem to blame himself so much, and I feel much more at ease. In the future... it should be better."
Luo Zhan asked, "If I have to leave for a while, and only he is with you, is that ok?"
Tang Ran was stunned.
After more than ten seconds of silence, the little girl regained her senses and asked softly, "Where is Luo Luo going?"
Luo Zhan: "At this time last year, a team from int signed up for the Songke Cup Robotics Competition. I am the team leader. The first stage of the competition will start in country T at the latest the day after tomorrow. Everyone has been preparing for a year. Can't help showing up."
Tang Ran nodded: "Of course Luo Luo is going."
"But if I go to the competition, what will you do?"
Tang Ran: "Even if Luo Luo is not here, I can continue the treatment and recovery, but if Luo Luo doesn't go to the competition, they shouldn't be able to finish it smoothly, right?"
"Um."
"That's why," Tang Ran said with a smile, "of course, we have to act in a hurry."
Luo Zhan hesitated.
Tang Ran waited for a while, then the smile faded.
Then she said in a very soft voice: "I'll ask, ask, how long will Luo Luo be going?"
Luo Zhan sighed silently: "According to previous years, the total schedule is usually one to two months."
Tang Ran stayed for a while: "Does it take as long as two months?"
"Well," Luo Zhan raised his eyes, "so I may not be able to come back until your eye stitches are removed—do you mind?"
Tang Ran returned to his senses: "Yes, of course not. You have your own study, work and life, Luo Luo is not alone... You have been with me since before the operation, and I am very satisfied. !"
Not knowing who she was trying to persuade, the little girl raised her voice rarely.
Luo Zhan stared at the little girl for two seconds and sighed softly. He got up and touched the girl's head lightly.
"After you remove the stitches, I will definitely appear in front of you as soon as possible."
"Yeah." Tang Ran nodded and chuckled again, "It's a deal, you can't forget it."
"… "
Luo Zhan was abruptly stunned.
Those words were hidden in his fragmented memories.
[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.]
…
[In the future, if there is a future, 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!]
It's just that he said it at that time, and he forgot.
Luo Zhan sank into his memory, his voice hoarse: "Did he name you later?"
Tang Ran, who was sitting on the hospital bed, was slightly startled, and turned his face sideways: "Name? Who?"
"You met at the orphanage, that boy."
"Ah, he..." Tang Ran's smile stopped. She turned around suspiciously, "Luo Luo, how did you know he promised to name me?"
Luo Zhan's eyes swayed slightly.
After a few seconds of silence, he answered in a low voice, "You told me, did you forget?"
Tang Ran stayed for a few seconds: "Did I tell you?"
"Um."
"That may be because I forgot," Tang Ran tapped his head in distress, "I heard that using anesthesia will make you stupid, is it true..."
Luo Zhan didn't speak, just looked at the little girl quietly.
Her eyes were covered with white gauze. Those very beautiful eyes have spent ten years with that dark world without the sun, and they have to go through the terrible pain of stitching and removing stitches, hoping that I don't know how much light can be restored.
And it was all because of him, because he was a coward who forgot about everything just because he was afraid of that torture.
Luo Zhan lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly: "He should have forgotten that he promised you this, right? For him, it is easy to forget, and it is too easy to live only for himself."
The girl on the hospital bed was startled for a few seconds.
Then her expression tightened a little, and she said seriously and earnestly, "Luo Luo, you don't know him, you can't talk about him like that."
Luo Zhan slowly clenched his fists.
The pale blue blood vessels were slightly bursting in his forehead, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Didn't he still forget, am I wrong?"
"He didn't!" Tang Ran retorted, breathing quickly, "My name—my name was given to me by him!"
Luo Zhan was abruptly stunned.
The next second, he looked up in disbelief.
"your name?"
"Well." Tang Ran recovered from the anxiety just now, and lowered his head embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Luo Luo, I shouldn't have been so loud at you - but don't get him wrong, he really didn't forget this. thing."
Luo Zhan said with difficulty: "Then, the name he gave you, is it..."
"Dye, dye."
Tang Ran seemed to remember something, and laughed lightly and brightly: "He used to call me that too."
Luo Zhan's consciousness was almost blank.
Tang Ran was still smiling and said, "Since I mentioned the name to you, I must have told you my number 390 in the orphanage, right?"
"… "
"He named me according to this. Because of 390, 3 is the radical of three o'clock water, 9 is a capital nine, 0 is a capital ten, and then add a apostrophe and a stroke below... "
In front of Luo Zhan, the lips of the girl wearing gauze covering her eyes opened and closed.
This soft voice slowly intertwined and overlapped with a low-pitched, very gentle boy's voice in my memory.
Those fragmented fragments were reassembled, and the dusty picture brushed the dust from his memory in front of his eyes—
In that dark and cold room, the boy and the girl leaned back to back against the concrete wall.
Bruises and mottled scars were printed on the hand sticking out from the fence, and the boy stroked the ground lightly, stroke by stroke.
[Number 390, 3 is the radical of three o’clock water, 9 is a capital nine, 0 is a capital ten, and then we add a apostrophe and a stroke below… ]
[390, dye.]
[From today on... I'll call you Ran Ran.]