Xia Xingran's eyes flickered, her breathing gradually stabilized, and she moved her head away from Han Chenluo's shoulder.
When she looked at Han Chenluo again, her eyes were filled with a faint water color, and there seemed to be a hint of sadness that was not easily noticeable.
Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly remembered what Bai Moyan had analyzed with her during the day, and her eyes flashed with indescribable complexity.
There was both unconcealable sadness and confusion filled with doubts, which eventually turned into a peace that had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
Her brows were slightly frowned, and her eyes were looking out the window for a long time. Her eyes were distant and confused, as if they were in a pool of water locked in thick fog, making it difficult to fathom.
"No, it's okay, nothing happened." After a long time, Xia Xingran finally just glanced at Han Chenluo.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, then covered Han Chenluo's forehead with one hand, and touched her own with the other.
A few seconds later, Xia Xingran's eyes showed relief, and she nodded slightly and said, "It's not that hot anymore. I'll get an ear thermometer and measure it for you again."
Han Chenluo held her arm, the worry on his face not gone away at all: "Sister, I'm much better now. I'll go by myself. You have a nightmare and you're not feeling well. Take a good rest."
Xia Xingran was indeed feeling uneasy, so she nodded: "That's fine. Then tell me after you measure it."
After Han Chenluo went out, Xia Xingran got out of bed, found the candy in her coat, and held it tightly in her hand.
"Sister, 36.5, everything is fine." Han Chenluo was worried about Xia Xingran, so he hurried back to the room after measuring.
Xia Xingran hurriedly put his hands behind his back and twitched the corners of his mouth: "That's good, it's okay."
She glanced at the bed beneath her, showing a hint of shyness. He quickly stood up, walked to the door, turned the handle and said, "Then you have a good rest, I'll go back to the third floor and continue sleeping."
Xia Xingran's hands were not big, so Han Chenluo could easily see the dazzling red and green candy wrappers.
In the most inconspicuous alley in the dark street, there is a bungalow of fifty or sixty square meters. It looks dilapidated and chaotic outside, but it's neat and tidy inside.
This is Chang Huan's home.
Han Ranchen took the food from the kitchen and put it on the table, looking at the nine o'clock alarm clock on the wall.
She walked into the study room and saw Chang Huan writing furiously on the computer, looking like he had forgotten all about sleep and food. She walked quietly to his side, stared at the screen and read line by line, gradually showing an appreciative smile.
"Great writer. Give your computer a rest and you should eat. It's late." Han Ranchen saw that Chang Huan had finished a chapter, so he poked him and said playfully.
Chang Huan hurriedly took off his headphones, looked at the time on the screen, glanced sideways at Han Ranchen, who was smiling, and said apologetically: "It's so late, why is it so late. You must be hungry."
Han Ranchen expertly pushed the wheelchair, helped Chang Huan sit down, and the two of them walked to the living room together. When they arrived at the dining table, Han Ranchen helped Chang Huan sit down again.
After watching him take a bite, Han Ranchen put his hand against the chopsticks under his chin and said with a smile, "Brother Huan, I'm not hungry."
"By the way, Xiao Ran and Xiao Luo went to Magi." Seeing that Han Ranchen was only watching him eat, Chang Huan gave her a piece of meat. "You should eat more. It's not okay to be so thin all the time. My royalties are enough to make a living."
Han Ranchen pursed her lips, smiled like crescent moons with her eyes, and ate the meat in the bowl.
"I know, Xiao Luo told me. He said he won't delay filling out his application for the college entrance examination, so I can rest assured." Han Ranchen pushed the dish in front of Chang Huan.
"They are all good children." Chang Huan noticed Han Ranchen's slight movements and gave her an angry look: "Eat vegetables, eat vegetables. How can I eat all this by myself?"
Han Ranchen nodded. She actually had something on her mind, but she didn't want to affect Chang Huan's mood for eating, for fear of affecting her appetite.
After eating, Han Ranchen washed the dishes, washed and dried his hands. He took out the medicine box, squatted in front of Chang Huan, and skillfully changed his medicine.
"When it comes to this leg, it's always my fault." Even though many years have passed, Han Ranchen still feels layer upon layer of sadness and self-blame every time he sees Chang Huan's severed limb.
"I don't think so. It's all the fault of those bastards, who are as weak as you.
What does it have to do with women! "Chang Huan hated Han Ranchen's appearance the most, so he blurted out the words without thinking about it.
After he finished speaking, he scratched his head in embarrassment and deliberately joked: "Besides, half a leg cost you your life, so it's not a loss." Chang Huan patted her on the shoulder, and the rough man also had a rare soft voice.
With a puff, a smile appeared on Han Ranchen's tearful face.
After everything was settled, Han Ranchen sat next to Chang Huan, his face a little solemn, he lowered his head and wrung his hands and said, "Brother Huan, can I stay here with you during this time?"
Chang Huan, who has many years of professionalism, immediately noticed something was wrong with her. He hurriedly held her shoulders and said anxiously: "What happened? Has someone discovered you?"
Han Ranchen hummed, "It was the night when Xiao Luo went to Magi."
She sighed with self-blame in her tone: "Oh, it's all my fault for being careless. I didn't feel relieved when I heard someone knocking on Xiaoran's door. I opened the door without even looking at the peephole, and happened to bump into Bai Zhengqian. "
Chang Huan took a breath of cold air and asked her tightly: "Then what?"
"As soon as I saw it was him, I wanted to close the door, but it was too late. So I had to cover my face with my hair and said some nonsensical words in an attempt to get away with it."
She looked half anxious and half frightened: "But I always feel that he recognizes me."
After saying that, she grabbed Chang Huan's wrist as if grasping a life-saving straw, and her voice began to tremble: "Brother Huan, I only have one life. It doesn't matter if I die, but Xiao Luo is innocent. What if Bai Zhengqian finds out that he is ..."
The phone rang, Chang Huan looked at the caller ID, it was Han Chenluo. Han Ranchen immediately fell silent, his eyes full of worry, and motioned to Chang Huan to pick up quickly.
Chang Huan understood and turned on the loudspeaker after being connected. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he was sure that he was safe now. Han Ranchen immediately breathed a sigh of relief. ..
But before she could fully let go of this breath, Han Chenluo's next words made her hold it tightly in her chest.
"Uncle Chang Huan, something is wrong when my sister came back from the hospital today. I just asked the people at the hospital and said it was related to some candy. I heard that a person who died today had the same candy on her parents back then. Uncle, Could this be some clue?"
Chang Huan was confused and asked, "What kind of candy is it?"
"It's the most common kind in the canteen, the kind that costs a lot and is wrapped in red and green plastic paper." Han Chenluo described hurriedly.
Han Ranchen couldn't hear clearly what Chang Huan said later. All she could think about was the word candy. A pair of eyes became as deep as a cold pool, and their eyes gradually became straight.
Half a day later, a strong pressure hit her stomach. She covered her mouth and immediately rushed into the bathroom, closed the door, and vomited all the dinner she had just eaten.
After Chang Huan briefly hung up the phone, he walked to the bathroom door with a cane and knocked on the door.
Han Ranchen leaned on the toilet, raised his head and sighed, his eyes red.
A few minutes later, she opened the door and looked at Chang Huan who looked worried with a smile.
"Why did you suddenly hear something? Did you know something?" Chang Huan vaguely felt that something was wrong with Han Ranchen.
Unexpectedly, Han Ranchen's eyes were indifferent, as if nothing had happened, and he said cautiously: "No, Brother Huan, I'm just worried about what happened before. As for what happened just now, I don't know anything."
The next morning, because the director of the welfare home embezzled public funds and committed suicide in fear of crime, the remote town of Magee suddenly became very lively.
The various media outlets packed the entrance of the welfare home with water, and surrounded the public officials sent by their superiors to investigate the case and the policemen from three floors inside and three floors outside.
It has been a long time since China has seen such a major case involving a huge sum of money, so everyone wants to make exclusive headlines.
Xia Xingran and his group of four also came from home early because they were worried about the current situation of the children in the orphanage. Su Wanwan, who had breakfast cooked by Han Chenluo on the way, has been lobbying Han Chenluo to become a cook at home.
Han Chenluo is like hiding from the god of plague
Just like that, she was hiding delicately behind Xia Xingran, and Xia Xingran stood in front of him, stopping Su Wanwan from snarling her teeth for him. Bai Moyan sat on the side with extremely low pressure, looking at the three people who were messing around.
When we arrived at the entrance of the orphanage, there was no space left in the huge crowd. Xia Xingran had no choice but to wait outside, waiting for everyone to disperse before she went in.
Not long after I sat down, I saw a woman with short hair, holding a portrait of the director of the welfare home in one hand, and holding a boy of about seven or eight years old in the other hand, walking towards the media at the door with hazy eyes.
"It is impossible for my husband to commit suicide. That suicide note was definitely not written by him. Think about it, how could he even write his son's name wrong! Please seek justice for me. There must be an ulterior secret in it. !」
It turned out that the visitor was the widow of the director of the orphanage.
Her questioning, full of grief and indignation, was like a thunderclap, making the whole case even more confusing.
