It was dark, sitting coldly by the French window, fixedly looking at the scenery outside... It was raining outside, crackling on the window, and the rose petals fell on the ground outside, a red, like blood.
"Sister, Luo Fan recalled!" Leng Jichen knocked on the door, then twisted the handle to open the door, and the action was done in one go. Said coldly to the inside sitting by the window.
Turning her head coldly, her messy hair covered half of her face. After seeing the person, she turned her face and looked out the window. Leng Jichen sighed, let go of his hand, turned and looked at Luo Fanyi, patted him on the shoulder, and then left.
The silence speaks…
After Leng Jichen left, Luo Fanyi stood outside the door for a while and walked into Leng Ran’s room
"Close the door, Luo Fanyi!"
Leng Ran's voice was very small, but Luo Fanyi could hear it clearly in this small room that was not very spacious. Luo Fanyi remembered that Leng Ran didn't live in this room before, but the one opposite, much larger than this.
"Close the door!" After seeing Luo Fanyi's movement for a long time, Leng Ran said this sentence again, raising his tone a little. This time, Luo Fanyi finally walked to the door and closed it gently. After that, Leng Ran didn't move anymore, and still sat there quietly.
Luo Fanyi walked over, squatted in front of Leng Ran, raised his hand to help her comb the hair that covered her face, and when she saw Leng Ran's face, Luo Fanyi also saw the tears that had dried on her face. Luo Fanyi panicked, holding Leng Ran's face in both hands, frowning and asking, "Ran Ran, Ran Ran, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"
Leng Ran inhaled and wiped away the tears on his face. "Luo Fanyi, I'm sorry, I, I..." Leng Ran looked at Luo Fan who was squatting next to him and stopped talking, lowering his head and biting himself. Nails
"What's wrong with you?" Luo Fanyi stretched out his hand on Leng Ran's shoulder, puzzled
"Fan Yi, I saw Xiao Yi, I'm sorry, I really didn't know that your grandma passed away, but please believe me, believe me that your grandma was not killed by my grandma, no!" Leng Ran looked at Luo. Fan Yi opened his eyes and spoke sincerely, for fear that he would not believe in himself.
Leng Ran's words fell, Luo Fanyi's hand took a pause and then took away Leng Ran's shoulder, stood up and faced the large French window, "Ranran, I understand. I know all this! Actually, it's not you who are sorry for us, but we are sorry. You. Of course I'm sorry my brother..."
"Of course, don't you blame him? He was dazzled by hatred, and he is the same as you before, a person with no memory, right? Of course, you have had the same experience as him so you can understand better. Come on!" Luo Fanyi turned around and walked to Leng Ran and looked at her. Facing the current Luo Canyi, as his own younger brother, it is difficult to understand, and it is difficult to bear it, let alone her.
After listening to Luo Fanyi’s words, Leng Ran supported the wall to stand up: "Yes, I have experienced his current situation, so I finally understand how I felt when facing that. I finally knew that he wanted to help me recover everything. The impulse of memory, I finally know that when he sees me with you, he only intends to silently protect my pain! It’s just that I was much luckier than him at that time. At least there was no hatred in my heart at that time, at least I was carrying it. Not so many, at least I still have one of him..."