Han Ranchen, who ran with all his might in the night wind, may not know that he habitually reached out to help eighteen years ago, and actually planted good causes for himself, and he bore good results at dangerous junctures in the future.

Tang Zhong will not forget that in that dilapidated fishing village, where he has always been regarded as a killing machine, there will be people who care about him, bandage his wounds, and even give him the only food to eat. He had nothing to give her, so he gave her all the candy that was left in his pocket.

After he recovered from his injury, he wanted to visit Han Ranchen again, but was told that she had been admitted to the best art academy university in China and went all the way north.

Before he was so happy for Han Ranchen, he saw her sleeping in disheveled clothes on Yue Haotian's bed. As Yue Haotian's closest partner, of course he knew what kind of human purgatory Han Ranchen had just experienced!

At that moment, he had the idea of resisting Yue Haotian for the first time. But Yue Haotian controlled his parents and sister, and the only thing he could do was to quietly help Han Ranchen escape from the poison cave established by this woman's blood and tears.

Because of Han Ranchen's escape, he was punished by Yue Haotian and knelt bare-legged on the broken porcelain pieces for a day and a night. The porcelain shards dug into his flesh, a blur of flesh and blood.

Five years ago, Han Ranchen, dressed as a nurse, walked to the door of Yue Haotian's ward. He recognized her at a glance, and saw the edge in her sleeve. But he didn't stop him, and let Han Ranchen enter.

Later, Yue Haotian was stabbed and injured, and in the face of Yue Haotian's shouting, he had to rush in, but he deliberately missed the gun at the juncture of the pursuit and hit the bad policeman who was always trying to find the truth.

Han Ranchen never knew that for this matter, Tang Zhong had lost his right little thumb forever.

Tang Yixin palpitated and said, "Brother, it's only three things, you let her go again, can Mr. Yue explain?"

A sad smile appeared on Tang Zhong's face, he took out the pistol on his waist and shot himself in the thigh without hesitation.

Tang Yi screamed and immediately covered Tang Zhong's bubbling hole with both hands.

"That's not it." Tang Zhong's expression was calm, and he seemed extremely calm and composed. He skillfully ripped off a bandage and tied it casually to his leg: "Let's go, go back to the errand."

Tang Zhong limped open the car door, climbed into the cab with difficulty, and turned the front of the car back to Yue Haotian's villa alone.

When Xia Xingran woke up on the second day, she habitually put her hand outside the quilt, and suddenly touched a furry thing while waving, and she sat up immediately.

Han Chenluo moved, rubbed his eyes and looked up, and said in a daze, "Sister, what's wrong?"

Xia Xingran reacted at this time, it was Han Chenluo's hair that he had just touched, and he was a little amused for a while.

"What time is it, why aren't you going to school yet?" Despite the curtains, Xia Xingran still saw the light projected by the golden sun.

"I'm taking a leave of absence. Sister, you're sick, and you can't be left unattended." Han Chenluo stretched, yawned and stood up and moved his muscles.

"I do

If you are a big person, you will take care of yourself. You don't have to worry about me, go and go, give me a lesson!" Xia Xingran was worried that Han Chenluo would fall behind in his homework, so he threw him out one after another.

Han Chenluo was a little uneasy, took Xia Xingran's temperature, and after confirming that her fever had subsided, in order not to make Xia Xingran angry, he had to pick up his schoolbag again and prepare to leave for school.

"By the way, sister. Mom said she was back. I spoke to her on the phone." Han Chenluo stood at the door with a happy look: "Sister, you are really a lucky star. Thank you!"

Xia Xingran instinctively felt strange and asked, "How did Aunt Han come out?" Who is her kidnapper? I see that the other party is menacing, and he looks like he will not give up until he reaches his goal."

Han Chenluo thought for a while and said, "Mom said that after the person who kidnapped her last night listened to her sister's voice, she probably felt scared and let her go. As for who it was, my mother said she didn't know."

It can't be, it must be fake! Xia Xingran reacted almost subconsciously.

The person who kidnapped Han Ranchen must be extremely familiar with them and is in charge

Small and powerful people. Otherwise, it would not be such a blow and lawless.

Han Chenluo pouted and said, "Actually, I don't believe it either. But since my mother said so, I will believe it, otherwise it will not be in vain to ruin her hard work."

Han Chenluo suddenly put away the smile he had just faced. His eyes suddenly fell silent, showing a bit of deliberate calm and indifference. But some desolate sadness still leaked from his eyebrows, eyes, and the corners of his mouth.

Xia Xingran realized that it turned out that Han Chenluo had always understood everything, and he had been announcing it but not issuing it, just to fulfill his mother.

She suddenly felt a little sour, and after Han Chenluo left, she hurriedly called Chang Huan.

"Xiao Ran, Han Ranchen and I in City A can't stay any longer. After Han Ranchen's body recovers, we are going to go to the hometown of the murderer who pushed your parents downstairs. One is to evade pursuit, and the other is to search for the truth."

Chang Huan didn't say much, but Xia Xingran knew that behind the seemingly frivolous words, there must be an unknown thrill.

"You and Xiao Luo must be more careful in North City. Be careful to pay attention to the people around you, don't be careless, don't be gullible." Chang Huan repeatedly admonished.

Xia Xingran nodded and asked, "Are Uncle Chang and Aunt Han still back?" Like the Chinese New Year?"

"Not yet. Let's wait for the limelight to pass. What does your Aunt Han mean, don't tell Xiao Luo the truth, just say that we are going on a trip."

Xia Xingran remembered Han Chenluo's distressed expression just now, and couldn't help but feel aggrieved for him: "Uncle Chang Huan, in fact, I don't think there is any need to always hide some things from Xiao Luo. He's not a kid anymore......

"He has to know nothing to live this life in peace." Han Ranchen's hoarse voice sounded suddenly, and Xia Xingran, who was listening, was shocked.

When she said this, Xia Xingran didn't say much, and after a few pleasantries, she hung up the phone.

Han Ranchen's empty eyes suddenly shed two lines of tears, and there was indescribable sadness on his face: "Brother Huan, the person who killed Xiao Ran's parents must have an inextricable relationship with Yue Haotian."

Chang Huan breathed urgently and hurriedly asked, "Why did you say that suddenly?"

"Because the person who kidnapped me this time is Yue Haotian's cronies! And that man, whom I saved in eighteen years, stuffed me with a handful of candy when he was leaving."

"Could it be ......" Chang Huan's eyes widened suddenly.

Han Ranchen looked up at Chang Huan, his face was desolate, he clenched his fists, and nodded with difficulty: "That's right, it's the kind of candy on the corpses of Xia Qingyi and Feng Yuan."

Thinking of the picture of Xia Xingran and Han Chenluo together, Chang Huan fell into deep contemplation.

The so-called impermanence of the world, creation makes people, probably that's it.

Xia Xingran, who had rested for half a day, felt much more relaxed. Remembering Wen Yi's text message, he put on a blanket, opened his laptop and began to conceive his thesis.

When Han Chenluo came back at night, he didn't have time to put his schoolbag, so he ran to Xia Xingran's room, knocked on the door and didn't respond, so he pushed the door directly and entered.

I saw Xia Xingran wrapped in a blanket, sleeping on his side in a strange shape. The laptop at hand is still open. The paper on the bed was a mess. The paper ball thrown on the ground was like a cotton field. There was still half a bowl of soup left in the instant noodle bucket on the desk.

Han Chenluo was accustomed to it, chuckled, gently moved the computer away, and pulled the plug out.

"A Study on the Clinical Treatment of Gastrointestinal Stromal Tumors."

Han Chenluo flipped through it, it was a paper that discussed in detail the treatment and prognosis methods for the most common digestive tract tumors in China.

He couldn't read the paper, but he knew Xia Xingran very well. So I quickly clicked Save, and a pop-up window popped up, confirming that Xia Xingran really forgot to save it again.

"It's still the same." The moment Han Chenluo looked at Xia Xingran and smiled, fireworks all over the world were in full bloom.

He easily picked up Xia Xingran with one hand, and quickly put the mattress with the other hand, and carefully put Xia Xingran in. Then he lightly grabbed the trash can and broom and began to clean.

When he was done, he sat on the sofa in the moonlight, leaning forward slightly

, put his elbows on his knees, supported his face, hooked the corners of his mouth, and looked at Xia Xingran like a porcelain doll with gentle eyes.

Xia Xingran, who is known as the hand of the god of surgery, is actually an idiot who can't take care of himself in daily life. This side is only known to Han Chenluo, and he is the only one who has seen it.

This made Han Chenluo extremely satisfied.

In the silence, Xia Xingran's mobile phone suddenly rang, and Han Chenluo was afraid of disturbing Xia Xingran to rest, so he immediately clicked on it.

"Xiao Luo, who's it?" However, Xia Xingran still woke up, and she asked in a soft voice.

"Bai Moyan." Han Chenluo's eyes were deep, and a hint of resentment quickly flashed: "He said that Ji Ling's paternity test came out. It confirmed the fact that her uncle had sexually assaulted her."

This is obviously a good thing, but Xia Xingran heard something wrong, she grabbed the quilt tightly and asked in a trembling voice, "Xiao Luo, is something wrong?"

"Sister, the festival is good." Han Chenluo suddenly hugged Xia Xingran, and then said word by word, "Bai Moyan said that Ji Ling just jumped off the building and committed suicide."