This is the first time Xia Xingran has felt the chill in Han Chenluo's body since she has known him for so long. She swallowed nervously, lowered her head and ate silently.
"I'm sorry, sister." Han Chenluo saw Xia Xingran's reaction fully and reached out to hold Xia Xingran's left wrist. He knew that he had just scared her and blamed himself.
Xia Xingran withdrew his hand, pursed his lips, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "No, it's okay, it's just me who talks too much. You and I are not siblings in the first place, it was me who was rude."
When Han Chenluo saw that Xia Xingran had misunderstood what he meant, his heart suddenly thumped and his head felt like it was going to explode.
"I've finished eating. I'll continue to check your homework." Xia Xingran stepped back from the dining table and entered the room with Han Chenluo's homework.
Han Chen suddenly stood up and looked at Xia Xingran's closed door without making a sound. The muscles in his cheeks were tight, and the lines of his shoulders and back were tense under the white shirt, like a tightened bowstring.
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Qingyue Bar.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the lame Chang Huan and the tightly wrapped Han Ranchen huddled in a small corner, chatting and looking around with alert expressions from time to time.
A piece of news was playing on the TV in the bar. It was Asia's richest man, Yue Haotian, who donated money to build more than a dozen schools and hospitals. He stood on the podium, with a Chinese character face, a fat head and big ears, waving his arms.
"I have always been committed to being a socially responsible businessman. Education and medical care are the cornerstone and fundamental! So I have been keen on doing charity in these two years. In order to ensure better development, I will add more resources in the future. Intensive visits are made to ensure normal and efficient operation!”
His righteous words provoked bursts of applause from the audience, and sparse applause also sounded in the bar.
"This Yue Haotian person is really good. Children who graduate from the schools he sponsors can go to work in his company after passing the assessment." Someone who pays attention to current affairs gave a deeper explanation.
Han Ranchen's stomach suddenly felt sour. Chang Huan hurriedly poured a glass of water for her, patted her back and said, "You and Xiaoran have the same problem."
"Traumatic stress reaction. Xiaoran's parents asked someone to show it to me before. Unfortunately, it was a mental illness that cannot be cured." Han Ranchen glanced at the TV out of the corner of his eye and turned his head away.
"Brother Chang Huan, do you think Xiao Luo will hate me if I do this?" Han Ranchen asked for a bottle of wine and drank half of the bottle in one go. Her head hung down weakly, and her tears fell like broken pearls under the light.
"That child doesn't look down on Si Liu, but he actually has a good heart and doesn't give up on himself. It shows that you have taught him well." Chang Huan has been paying attention to this mother and son for so many years.
Han Ranchen brushed aside his tears-soaked hair and said in a choked voice, "Brother Chang Huan, sending him to Xiaoran is the only way I can protect him."
Chang Huan sighed, gently hugged Han Ranchen and nodded. The smoke from his fingers gradually raised a mist, blurring the small world.
…
In the Bai family villa, Bai Zhengqian had just received a call for investment. He was in a good mood at the moment, sitting on a swivel chair and smoking a cigar.
Bai Moyan, who was supposed to be on duty, returned home. Before he went upstairs, he heard Gu Tang's sarcastic voice: "I heard that Xia Xingran is back again. She is as powerful as ever. It has only been a few days and everyone knows it."
Bai Moyan paused and hummed slightly. His back suddenly hurt, followed by a harsh cracking sound in his ears.
"You still have the face, well, if I had you working hard earlier, you would be such an unlucky thing, and I, Gu Tang, would be completely embarrassed by you!"
Bai Moyan closed his eyes. The drug withdrawal report in his hand was deformed, and his face became redder and redder.
"Mom, I went back to the hospital to write a paper." He turned away and threw the report into the trash can.
There were only a few scattered people on the street. Bai Moyan stepped on the accelerator, and the pointer once reached 180. A golden figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Even if he braked temporarily, it was already too late.
He hurriedly stopped the car and saw that it was a Chinese pastoral dog whose leg was broken by him. It was bleeding and whimpering lowly.
The anger in his eyes disappeared instantly, he gently picked up the dog and drove to the stray animal shelter. There is an animal clinic there, which he opened five years ago.
In the past few years, he has put a lot of effort and energy into it and has become a stable home for many furry children.
I saw that he skillfully took X-rays of the dog, then administered anesthesia, set the bones, and after bandaging, put the dog into the exclusive ward.
After dealing with the injured dog, Bai Moyan returned to the surgical ward.
He took out the medicine from the freezer with a cold expression, walked to the bedside of the previous pancreatic cancer patient, and pushed it into the salt water where she was hanging.
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Xia Xingran yawned and knocked on Han Chenluo's door with the corrected homework. As soon as he knocked, Han Chenluo opened the door and stood in front of Xia Xingran.
Xia Xingran was startled by him, and he calmed down and said: "I did a good job this time. I listened to all the knowledge points I taught you last time. Let's talk about something new tonight."
Han Chenluo quickly moved a chair, but then he heard his cell phone ringing. After he answered it, his expression suddenly changed, he took the key and rushed out. Seeing him like this, Xia Xingran hurriedly followed him out.
Chang Huan saw Han Chenluo coming and hid in a hurry. Xia Xingran clutched her chest and gasped, when she saw Han Chenluo lifting up a pale-faced woman and shouting: "Mom."
Xia Xingran woke up from a dream and hurriedly helped Han Chenluo. The two of them lifted up the drunk and unconscious Han Ranchen, one on the left and the other on the right.
"Little one, get me some water." As soon as they turned around, a mineral water bottle hit Han Chenluo's back. Xia Xingran looked back, but Han Chenluo ignored her and said, "Let's go."
"Mom hooks up with different men all day long, and she doesn't want you anymore. Why are you dragging her?" An extremely unpleasant insult came from behind. Xia Xingran couldn't help but turn around. Han Chenluo turned her head away and led her and her mother back. Got home.
"Auntie, let's stay at my house first. I have a lot of stuff in my house, so it's easy to take care of." Seeing Han Chenluo preparing to open the door of his house, Xia Xingran hurriedly opened the door first and motioned for them to go in.
Han Chenluo said "Thank you", then helped Han Ranchen in and placed him on the sofa.
"Well, you boil the hangover soup. I don't get along with the kitchen. I'm going to fetch water for my aunt to wash her face." Xia Xingran blinked and ran into the bathroom.
Seeing her looking like she was facing a formidable enemy, Han Chenluo finally smiled after being tense for a long time. He walked to the kitchen skillfully, washed the pot and started cooking the sobering soup.
Xia Xingran had many years of experience in taking care of patients, so he wiped Han Ranchen's face and hands quite skillfully. Han Ranchen gradually became conscious and kept mumbling.
"Auntie, do you want to drink water?" Xia Xingran put her ear to her, saying "I'm sorry, Doctor Xia". After listening to it a few times, her eyes gradually changed from doubt to shock. She looked at Han Ranchen blankly and froze in place for a moment.
When Han Chenluo walked out with the hangover soup, he noticed the strange atmosphere. He put down the hangover soup and poked the petrified Xia Xingran.
Xia Xingran was agitated and immediately looked up at him and asked, "Xiao Luo, does your mother know my parents?"
Han Chenluo scratched his neck and shook his head: "I don't know. I probably don't know him. My mother and I just moved here five years ago."
"Maybe I'm overthinking it." Xia Xingran picked up the already cold water basin and took a deep look at Han Ranchen.
After she cleaned up, she saw Han Chenluo lying alone on the balcony with his head lowered. She opened the refrigerator, took two cans of beer, and walked to Han Chenluo.
"Are you an adult?" Xia Xingran handed the beer to Han Chenluo. Han Chenluo had a smile on his lips, reached out to take it, and opened the can: "My birthday is March 21st."
Just as Xia Xingran was about to open the jar in his hand, Han Chenluo quietly exchanged the jar he had already opened with her.
"Everyone likes to be the judge of justice, but you and your mother have never been the ones being judged." Xia Xingran clinked glasses with Han Chenluo and took a sip.
"You, a person who only hides and cries when bullied, are still trying to reason with me." Han Chenluo knew that she was comforting him, with a bright smile on her face, and the gloom just now was instantly wiped away.
Xia Xingran pushed his head gently and said angrily: "Sister, I'm 5 years older than you, watch your words!"
Han Chenluo shook with laughter, tilted his head and leaned on Xia Xingran's shoulder.
The moon may come to an end, but the love of young people will never end.
