Chapter 87: 88. Dye

Chapter 88:
Sending away Tan Yunchang, Luo Zhan opened a room in a hotel near Junxi's private eye hospital at home. www.sto123.cc After taking a shower, he tiredly leaned back into the hotel bed and fainted (sleeping in Shui) for nearly five hours, which was considered a supplement.
In the evening, Luo Zhan returned to the single ward where Tang Ran was.
At that time, Lan Jingqian was standing by the hospital bed, and the full-time nurse was taking away the bowl of porridge on the low table of the hospital bed for Tang Ran.
Seeing the person entering the door was Luo Zhan, Lan Jingqian's eyes moved slightly. A few seconds later he got up and walked to the door of the room, and stopped relative to Luo Zhan: "I will hand it over to you at night. I will come over to change your shift after 12 o'clock."
Luo Zhan was a little surprised. He lowered his voice and asked, "Ms. Lan is so considerate?"
Lan Jingqian glanced at him helplessly: "It's the kind of favor you didn't disturb this afternoon."
Luo Zhan nodded and turned sideways to make way: "Please, Mr. Lan."
"..."
After Lan Jingqian left, Luo Zhan closed the wooden door and walked to the hospital bed: "Have you had dinner?"
Tang Ran on the sick (bed chuang) just heard the movement at the door. At this time, he heard Luo Zhan's voice and turned his head a little excitedly: "Luo--"
"Hey, 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 closed her mouth quietly and retracted.
The caregiver beside the hospital bed was picking up the tableware, the old man Luo Zhan specially invited from Luo's home to take care of patients, and he was naturally familiar with him. At this time, the caregiver straightened up and answered Tang Ran: "Little Master, Miss Tang Ran’s dinner is a nutritious meal specially arranged after the operation, just used."
When she finished speaking, Luo Zhan stopped by the hospital bed.
The nurse who was about to change the dressing obviously heard the name the nurse called Luo Zhan, and when he reacted, he gave Luo Zhan a surprised and weird look.
Then the nurse turned back and joked Tang Ran with a smile: "So there is still a young lady living in the ward where I changed my dressing today?"
"I, I am not..."
What Tang Ran is not good at dealing with is making jokes. He fumbled for a long time and didn't follow the words, his face flushed first.
Luo Zhan has never cared about what others say, and this level of joke is like a buzzword to him.
However, Tang Ran's reaction was still his biggest source of interest, so Luo Zhan did not speak, but 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 and suppressed his smile, and said to the caregiver, "Don't call such an old name outside in the future."
The nurse was about to answer.
Luo Zhan turned to look at Tang Ran, and added wickedly: "The young lady has a thin face and can't bear it."
Care workers︰"……?"
Tang Ran: "!"
What temperature (color) is the freshly cooked shrimp, and what temperature (color) the little girl is now.
After finally waiting for the nurse to finish changing the medicine, the nurse also left with a vision with the tableware that he packed up, and Tang Ran slowly faded from the red lantern state.
Luo Zhan took the chair, sat down by the hospital bed, and asked, "How did you feel in the afternoon?"
The little girl didn't know how to hold grudges, so she answered obediently: "It's better."
"Doesn't the eyes hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"Really?"
"..." Tang Ran was silent for a few seconds, bitterly, "Fake. There seems to be a little pain in the eye sockets, but the nurse sister said this is normal."
Looking at the little girl's miserable appearance, Luo Zhan was funny and distressed: "If you feel uncomfortable, rest more, (sleeping Shui) will not be uncomfortable."
Tang Ran's expression collapsed even more dejected, and his voice was a little bit aggrieved: "Last night I seem to have (sleeping Shui) too much, but today I am not sleepy at all, but I am refreshed."
"Then what to do?"
"...Luo Luo speak with me?" The little girl asked carefully. "This can divert attention."
Luo Zhan lowered his eyes: "Okay."
The tip of the little girl's nose wrapped in white gauze moved lightly, and the corners of her lips rose.
Luo Zhan's eyes are complicated.
After a few seconds, he asked, "How did you talk with that person when I was away in the afternoon?"
Tang Ran: "It's better than yesterday. He doesn't seem to blame himself so much, and I feel more at ease. In the future...should be better."
Luo Zhan asked: "If I have to leave for a period of time and he is the only one with you, is that okay?"
Tang Ran was stunned.
After ten seconds of silence passed, the little girl recovered and asked softly, "Where is Luo Luo going?"
Luo Zhan: "At this time last year, a group of 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 the day after tomorrow. Everyone has prepared for a year. I can’t does not appear."
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 to treat and recover, but if Luo Luo does not participate in the competition, then they should not be able to successfully complete it, right?"
"Ok."
"That's why," Tang Ran said with a smile, "Of course we have to rush to power."
Luo Zhan wanted to speak but stopped.
Tang Ran waited for a while, his smile faded.
Then she spoke softly: "I'll just ask, how long will Luo Luo go?"
Luo Zhan sighed silently: "According to previous years, the total schedule is usually one to two months."
Tang Ran stayed for a while: "Will it take two months?"
"Well," Luo Zhan raised his eyes, "So I may have to wait until your eyes are removed before I can come back-do you mind?"
Tang Ran returned to his mind: "When, of course not. You already have your own study, work and life. Luo Luo is not mine alone... You can stay with me from before the operation until now. I am very satisfied. !"
Not knowing who it was to persuade, the little girl raised her voice rare.
Luo Zhan stared at the little girl for two seconds and sighed softly. He got up and lightly (touched Mo) (touched Mo) the girl's head.
"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 settled, you can't forget."
"..."
Luo Zhan was stunned.
This sentence is hidden in his memories like fragments.
【what's your name? 】
【I? I have no name. 】
【no name? Then how did they find you. 】
[The teacher called me number 390 because I was the 390th child after the orphanage was built. 】
...
[In the future, if there is a future, when we go out, I will give you a name. 】
【it is good. Then I will just use the name you gave me and never change it. 】
[A word is for sure, you can't forget. 】
[Well, I don’t forget! 】
It's just that he said at that time, and he forgot.
Luo Zhan sank into the memory, and his voice became muted: "Did he name you later?"
Sitting on the sick (bed chuang), Tang Ran was slightly startled, and turned his face sideways: "Name? Who?"
"You met in the orphanage, that boy."
"Ah, he..." Tang Ran's smile stopped. She turned around questioningly, "Luo Luo, how do you know he promised to give me a name?"
Luo Zhan's eyes lightly dangled.
After a few seconds of silence, he replied quietly, "You told me, did you forget?"
Tang Ran stayed for a few seconds: "Have I told you?"
"Ok."
"That may be because I forgot," Tang Ran knocked on his head in distress, "I heard that using will make you stupid, is it true..."
Luo Zhan didn't speak, but looked at the little girl quietly.
Her eyes were covered with white gauze. Those very beautiful eyes have spent ten years with the dark world of darkness, and have to go through the terrible pain of stitches and stitches, hoping to not know how much light can be restored.
And all this was because of him, because he was just a coward who was so weak that he had forgotten everything because of the torture.
Luo Zhan lowered his eyes and laughed at the corners of his mouth: "He should have forgotten that he promised you? For him, forgetting makes it easy. It's so easy to live for himself."
The the sick (bed chuang) was startled for a few seconds.
Then her expression became tense, and she said solemnly and seriously: "Luo Luo, you don't know him, you can't talk about him like that."
Luo Zhan slowly clenched his fist.
The light blue (colored) blood vessels bloomed slightly between his forehead, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Didn't he still forget, did I say something wrong?"
"He didn't!" Tang Ran retorted, breathing quickly, "My name-he gave me my name!"
Luo Zhan was stunned.
In the next second, he raised his head incredulously.
"your name?"
"Hmm." Tang Ran recovered from the anxiety he had just now, and lowered his head embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Luo Luo, I shouldn't have said so loudly at you--but don't get him wrong, he really didn't forget. this matter."
Luo Zhan said grimly: "Then, the name he gave you, is it..."
"Dye, dye."
Tang Ran seemed to think of something, and chuckled lightly, bright and brilliant: "He used to call me that way."
Luo Zhan's consciousness was almost blank.
Tang Ran was still smiling and said, "Since I told you about naming, 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 points of water, 9 is a capital nine, and 0 is a capital ten. Add a stroke and a stroke below..."
In front of Luo Zhan, the lips of the girl wearing gauze covered eyes opened and closed.
This soft voice slowly intertwined and overlapped with the voice of a low, dumb and gentle boy in memory.
Those fragmented fragments were recombined, and the long-dust-covered picture flicked the dust in his memory before his eyes
In that dim and cold room, the boy and the girl leaned back to back across the concrete wall.
Bruises and mottled scars were printed on the hand that protruded from the fence, and the boy gently scratched the ground one by one.
[No. 390, 3 is the radical of three points of water, 9 is a capital nine, 0 is a capital ten, and then we add a stroke and a stroke below...]
[390, dye. 】
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