We are passersby from now on
Chapter 31
Chapter 31
chapter three
"Han Moyan, let's get married."
"Okay." Han Moyan was unexpectedly straightforward.
Lu Ran was taken aback, then smiled and said, "I'm just joking."
Whether he was joking or not, Lu Ran himself didn't know.
Just for a moment, she thought of Du Han's words, and the thought popped up suddenly, out of nowhere, and blurted out.
It seems that not long ago, marriage was still very far away for her, but now it is close at hand. She is already 25, and there are not many years left to squander.
This age is not the time to be childish anymore.
Walking back along the noodle stall, the street is extraordinarily quiet and cold in the middle of the night.
Lu Ran put her hands in the pockets of her coat, but still felt that her fingers were numb and cold, and her cheeks were sore from the cold wind.
Beside him was the sound of Han Moyan's footsteps, step by step, very calm.
Suddenly, a burst of warmth covered her body, Lu Ran subconsciously turned her head, the hood of the coat was turned backwards, and in her sight, she could only see Han Moyan's figure in a gray sweater, extremely tall and straight.
At the same time, besides the warmth, what covered the body was the smell of Han Moyan, which was cold, like ice and snow.
Lu Ran was silent and wanted to take off Han Moyan's windbreaker, but was stopped by Han Moyan: "We will be in the garage soon."
"You'll catch a cold."
Han Moyan didn't answer her words, but instead said: "You just said you want to get married?"
"I said it was a joke."
"Why can't it be true?"
Lu Ran raised her head suddenly: "Han Moyan, what are you talking about?"
"I'm not young anymore." Han Moyan said in the same tone as he was analyzing the data with Lu Ran, "Is it strange to want to get married?"
"Then why me?"
"Aren't you my girlfriend?"
What Han Mo said was reasonable, and she really had nothing to refute.
But... no matter how much she wants to marry Han Moyan, she has no way not to think of Zhuang Jing when she marries at this time... Is Han Moyan doing this to force himself not to return to Zhuang Jing's side?
Taking a deep breath, Lu Ran smiled: "It's too sudden to say this now, let's talk about it later."
Han Moyan nodded and said nothing.
The windbreaker wrapped tightly around the body, the thick material blocks the cold, no matter how cold the heart is, at least the body is warm.
"Han Moyan."
"what?"
"Thank you for the clothes."
Han Moyan turned his face to the side and saw Lu Ran huddled in his large windbreaker, unexpectedly looking petite.
His face was flushed red from the cold, but he had a somewhat dazed expression.
Han Moyan suddenly felt a little guilty. He still wanted to see Lu Ran's energetic and confident look, rather than what he is like now... like this, it always seems to be suppressing something.
He knows very well how hard it is to live like this.
*******************************************************************************
Returning to work from holidays, it is only a few days before New Year's Day. This year's New Year is very early, and the staff who are not in the local area are getting ready to buy New Year's goods and tickets to go home early.
At this time, there will be more affairs to be processed.
But I didn't expect that Han Moyan would disappear at this time. As far as the assistant is concerned, Lu Ran is not qualified to ask where Han Moyan is. becomes less normal.
Lu Ran called Han Moyan, but unfortunately no one answered.
It was several hours later that Han Moyan's leave call was received, and the voice on the other end of the phone was extremely low.
It stands to reason that nothing will happen to Han Moyan, but Lu Ran is still a little worried, so he leaves early to take a taxi to Han Moyan's house before he gets off work.
Ringed the doorbell for a long time and no one answered.
After pressing it for a while, just when Lu Ran thought that Han Moyan was not at home, the door suddenly opened.
It's Han Moyan.
He was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater and slacks of the same color, with only pajamas casually draped over it. His face was paler than usual, but there was some unnatural redness on his cheeks.
Seeing Lu Ran, Han Moyan stood at the door and asked, "Why are you here?" He didn't mean to let her in.
Lu Ran took out the documents from his bag, "Of course I have something to do, so I'll come and see you."
Han Moyan lowered his head and rubbed the center of his brows, his tone was more relaxed than usual, and even more low-key: "I'll deal with those when I return to the company tomorrow, you should go back first."
Putting the documents back into the bag, Lu Ran suddenly asked, "Han Moyan, are you sick?"
Han Moyan's expression paused.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No need." Han Moyan replied quickly, pressing his forehead, "I'm fine, if there's nothing else, you can go back first."
Then, he half closed his eyes, left Lu Ran, and walked towards his own bedroom.
Before getting angry, Lu Ran felt strange about Han Moyan's attitude, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull Han Moyan.
Han Moyan broke away from her hand, but at the same time, he staggered and his body leaned to one side.
Lu Ran hurried over to help him, unexpectedly, Han Moyan's whole body was tilted on her body, and his chin even hit her shoulder directly, Lu Ran almost hugged Han Moyan to his full arms.
"Han Moyan, Han..."
After recovering, Lu Ran yelled twice and shrugged, but Han Moyan still didn't respond.
Probing with his hands, Lu Ran realized that Han Moyan's whole body was terribly hot.
Han Moyan really...is sick, I'm afraid that what he did just now was all forced...
Lu Ran smiled helplessly.
Helping Han Moyan to the bed, he took out the thermometer from the medicine box and took the half-conscious Han Moyan's temperature.
39 and a half degrees.
high fever.
I searched the medicine cabinet, but found no antipyretics.
It's winter, and it's this kind of villa area again. Where can Lu Ran buy medicine?
It was also getting dark outside, so it was obviously unrealistic for her to go out to buy medicine by herself and then come back, not to mention that she didn't have the key to Han Moyan's house, and she would have no choice but to let Han Moyan die and not open the door for her.
If pharmacological treatment doesn't work, then physical therapy.
Shaved ice out of the refrigerator, covered Han Moyan's forehead with a towel, and covered Han Moyan with three or four layers of quilts, stuffing it tightly.
Han Moyan was wrapped in the quilt, with his eyes closed, his face was still flushed sickly, and he was weaker than ever.
It is the complete opposite of his usual majesty, strength and invulnerability.
Lu Ran involuntarily bent down and hugged Han Moyan tightly together with the quilt.
It was as if, he had always been only hers.
The process of waiting for the fever to subside is long.
Han Moyan's fever continued, the temperature on his forehead never went down, and he seemed to be sleeping very restlessly, his brows were tightly frowned, sweat was streaming down his forehead, his cheeks were flushed, Lu Ran had to stay by his side all the time , wipe sweat, change towels, and so on.
To be honest, Lu Ran only enjoyed this kind of treatment when he had a high fever when he was a child, and he had no experience at all, let alone learn it.
At that time, Lu Ran never imagined that one day she would use the same patience to take care of another person.
And take care of her so sweetly.
One thing falls one thing, maybe, meeting Han Moyan is Lu Ran's calamity.
At two or three o'clock in the morning, Han Moyan's fever finally subsided.
Lu Ran let out a long sigh of relief, took the towel away, wiped off the sweat from Han Moyan's temples, yawned, and was going to get something to eat first.
I cooked porridge in the kitchen and drank it to fill my stomach.
Han Moyan is still awake.
Put a bowl of white porridge in the microwave, afraid that Han Moyan would not notice, so he posted a note.
Before leaving, I felt a little reluctant.
Han Moyan like this is really rare.
Lu Ran couldn't help but reach out and touch it, her fingertips slid across every part of Han Moyan's facial features, and outlined them carefully.
It's really love, otherwise, how could I feel that Han Moyan's perfection has no flaws at all.
What do you do when your loved one is lying defenseless in front of you?
Lu Ran didn't want to do anything at the moment, just staying by Han Moyan's side was reassuring for no reason.
After all, the self-supporting sobriety didn't last long. It was almost dawn outside, and Lu Ran unconsciously fell asleep beside Han Moyan.
He fell asleep so soundly that he didn't even know when Han Moyan woke up.
When she woke up, she found that she was already lying in the warm quilt, the electric blanket exuded a comfortable heat, and Han Moyan had disappeared.
When I woke up, I realized that there was Han Moyan's already prepared breakfast in the kitchen, a cup of milk, four slices of hot toasted silk, and white and delicate cream sandwiched in it.
And the porridge she put in the microwave has disappeared.
Han Moyan's temperature and Han Moyan's smell seemed to remain on the bread.
Lu Ran was so sweet that she almost squinted her eyes.
*******************************************************************************
Peace was restored, and the photo matter seemed to be over.
However, Lu Ran felt that there was another reason for them to get along peacefully--Han Moyan had a cold.
After the fever subsided, Han Moyan had a bit of a cold, and then it got worse. He coughed constantly all day long, and could hardly socialize or work.
At first, Lu Ran was still worried, so he specially bought a bunch of cold medicines, such as 999 and Radix Banlangen, for Han Moyan to soak in packs one after another.
Later, Han Moyan had a bad cold, and nothing he drank would help, so he could only stay at home and work. As long as Lu Ran went to deliver materials to him every day, he could see Han Moyan nestled in the bed, wrapped in a bear shape, typing on the computer, and the bedside table was thick. A thick pile of paper balls...
Lu Ran couldn't help laughing at that appearance.
Because it is a business matter, the company's driver will send it every day, and Lu Ran doesn't feel particularly hard.
Carrying the steak rice she bought in her hand, Lu Ran took out the key - because Han Moyan, a frequent visitor, gave her a spare, the key was inserted into the door lock and it opened as soon as she turned it, Lu Ran frowned, did Han Moyan go out?
Lu Ran came in, changed his shoes, and put the steak and rice on the dining table.
For some reason, he pushed open the door of Han Moyan's room lightly.
In the room, there are two people.
Lu Ran blinked, her expression a little stiff.
The person with his back to her, who was carefully blowing the hot porridge in the spoon with his head down, was Zhuang Jing if he guessed correctly.
(End of this chapter)
chapter three
"Han Moyan, let's get married."
"Okay." Han Moyan was unexpectedly straightforward.
Lu Ran was taken aback, then smiled and said, "I'm just joking."
Whether he was joking or not, Lu Ran himself didn't know.
Just for a moment, she thought of Du Han's words, and the thought popped up suddenly, out of nowhere, and blurted out.
It seems that not long ago, marriage was still very far away for her, but now it is close at hand. She is already 25, and there are not many years left to squander.
This age is not the time to be childish anymore.
Walking back along the noodle stall, the street is extraordinarily quiet and cold in the middle of the night.
Lu Ran put her hands in the pockets of her coat, but still felt that her fingers were numb and cold, and her cheeks were sore from the cold wind.
Beside him was the sound of Han Moyan's footsteps, step by step, very calm.
Suddenly, a burst of warmth covered her body, Lu Ran subconsciously turned her head, the hood of the coat was turned backwards, and in her sight, she could only see Han Moyan's figure in a gray sweater, extremely tall and straight.
At the same time, besides the warmth, what covered the body was the smell of Han Moyan, which was cold, like ice and snow.
Lu Ran was silent and wanted to take off Han Moyan's windbreaker, but was stopped by Han Moyan: "We will be in the garage soon."
"You'll catch a cold."
Han Moyan didn't answer her words, but instead said: "You just said you want to get married?"
"I said it was a joke."
"Why can't it be true?"
Lu Ran raised her head suddenly: "Han Moyan, what are you talking about?"
"I'm not young anymore." Han Moyan said in the same tone as he was analyzing the data with Lu Ran, "Is it strange to want to get married?"
"Then why me?"
"Aren't you my girlfriend?"
What Han Mo said was reasonable, and she really had nothing to refute.
But... no matter how much she wants to marry Han Moyan, she has no way not to think of Zhuang Jing when she marries at this time... Is Han Moyan doing this to force himself not to return to Zhuang Jing's side?
Taking a deep breath, Lu Ran smiled: "It's too sudden to say this now, let's talk about it later."
Han Moyan nodded and said nothing.
The windbreaker wrapped tightly around the body, the thick material blocks the cold, no matter how cold the heart is, at least the body is warm.
"Han Moyan."
"what?"
"Thank you for the clothes."
Han Moyan turned his face to the side and saw Lu Ran huddled in his large windbreaker, unexpectedly looking petite.
His face was flushed red from the cold, but he had a somewhat dazed expression.
Han Moyan suddenly felt a little guilty. He still wanted to see Lu Ran's energetic and confident look, rather than what he is like now... like this, it always seems to be suppressing something.
He knows very well how hard it is to live like this.
*******************************************************************************
Returning to work from holidays, it is only a few days before New Year's Day. This year's New Year is very early, and the staff who are not in the local area are getting ready to buy New Year's goods and tickets to go home early.
At this time, there will be more affairs to be processed.
But I didn't expect that Han Moyan would disappear at this time. As far as the assistant is concerned, Lu Ran is not qualified to ask where Han Moyan is. becomes less normal.
Lu Ran called Han Moyan, but unfortunately no one answered.
It was several hours later that Han Moyan's leave call was received, and the voice on the other end of the phone was extremely low.
It stands to reason that nothing will happen to Han Moyan, but Lu Ran is still a little worried, so he leaves early to take a taxi to Han Moyan's house before he gets off work.
Ringed the doorbell for a long time and no one answered.
After pressing it for a while, just when Lu Ran thought that Han Moyan was not at home, the door suddenly opened.
It's Han Moyan.
He was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater and slacks of the same color, with only pajamas casually draped over it. His face was paler than usual, but there was some unnatural redness on his cheeks.
Seeing Lu Ran, Han Moyan stood at the door and asked, "Why are you here?" He didn't mean to let her in.
Lu Ran took out the documents from his bag, "Of course I have something to do, so I'll come and see you."
Han Moyan lowered his head and rubbed the center of his brows, his tone was more relaxed than usual, and even more low-key: "I'll deal with those when I return to the company tomorrow, you should go back first."
Putting the documents back into the bag, Lu Ran suddenly asked, "Han Moyan, are you sick?"
Han Moyan's expression paused.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No need." Han Moyan replied quickly, pressing his forehead, "I'm fine, if there's nothing else, you can go back first."
Then, he half closed his eyes, left Lu Ran, and walked towards his own bedroom.
Before getting angry, Lu Ran felt strange about Han Moyan's attitude, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull Han Moyan.
Han Moyan broke away from her hand, but at the same time, he staggered and his body leaned to one side.
Lu Ran hurried over to help him, unexpectedly, Han Moyan's whole body was tilted on her body, and his chin even hit her shoulder directly, Lu Ran almost hugged Han Moyan to his full arms.
"Han Moyan, Han..."
After recovering, Lu Ran yelled twice and shrugged, but Han Moyan still didn't respond.
Probing with his hands, Lu Ran realized that Han Moyan's whole body was terribly hot.
Han Moyan really...is sick, I'm afraid that what he did just now was all forced...
Lu Ran smiled helplessly.
Helping Han Moyan to the bed, he took out the thermometer from the medicine box and took the half-conscious Han Moyan's temperature.
39 and a half degrees.
high fever.
I searched the medicine cabinet, but found no antipyretics.
It's winter, and it's this kind of villa area again. Where can Lu Ran buy medicine?
It was also getting dark outside, so it was obviously unrealistic for her to go out to buy medicine by herself and then come back, not to mention that she didn't have the key to Han Moyan's house, and she would have no choice but to let Han Moyan die and not open the door for her.
If pharmacological treatment doesn't work, then physical therapy.
Shaved ice out of the refrigerator, covered Han Moyan's forehead with a towel, and covered Han Moyan with three or four layers of quilts, stuffing it tightly.
Han Moyan was wrapped in the quilt, with his eyes closed, his face was still flushed sickly, and he was weaker than ever.
It is the complete opposite of his usual majesty, strength and invulnerability.
Lu Ran involuntarily bent down and hugged Han Moyan tightly together with the quilt.
It was as if, he had always been only hers.
The process of waiting for the fever to subside is long.
Han Moyan's fever continued, the temperature on his forehead never went down, and he seemed to be sleeping very restlessly, his brows were tightly frowned, sweat was streaming down his forehead, his cheeks were flushed, Lu Ran had to stay by his side all the time , wipe sweat, change towels, and so on.
To be honest, Lu Ran only enjoyed this kind of treatment when he had a high fever when he was a child, and he had no experience at all, let alone learn it.
At that time, Lu Ran never imagined that one day she would use the same patience to take care of another person.
And take care of her so sweetly.
One thing falls one thing, maybe, meeting Han Moyan is Lu Ran's calamity.
At two or three o'clock in the morning, Han Moyan's fever finally subsided.
Lu Ran let out a long sigh of relief, took the towel away, wiped off the sweat from Han Moyan's temples, yawned, and was going to get something to eat first.
I cooked porridge in the kitchen and drank it to fill my stomach.
Han Moyan is still awake.
Put a bowl of white porridge in the microwave, afraid that Han Moyan would not notice, so he posted a note.
Before leaving, I felt a little reluctant.
Han Moyan like this is really rare.
Lu Ran couldn't help but reach out and touch it, her fingertips slid across every part of Han Moyan's facial features, and outlined them carefully.
It's really love, otherwise, how could I feel that Han Moyan's perfection has no flaws at all.
What do you do when your loved one is lying defenseless in front of you?
Lu Ran didn't want to do anything at the moment, just staying by Han Moyan's side was reassuring for no reason.
After all, the self-supporting sobriety didn't last long. It was almost dawn outside, and Lu Ran unconsciously fell asleep beside Han Moyan.
He fell asleep so soundly that he didn't even know when Han Moyan woke up.
When she woke up, she found that she was already lying in the warm quilt, the electric blanket exuded a comfortable heat, and Han Moyan had disappeared.
When I woke up, I realized that there was Han Moyan's already prepared breakfast in the kitchen, a cup of milk, four slices of hot toasted silk, and white and delicate cream sandwiched in it.
And the porridge she put in the microwave has disappeared.
Han Moyan's temperature and Han Moyan's smell seemed to remain on the bread.
Lu Ran was so sweet that she almost squinted her eyes.
*******************************************************************************
Peace was restored, and the photo matter seemed to be over.
However, Lu Ran felt that there was another reason for them to get along peacefully--Han Moyan had a cold.
After the fever subsided, Han Moyan had a bit of a cold, and then it got worse. He coughed constantly all day long, and could hardly socialize or work.
At first, Lu Ran was still worried, so he specially bought a bunch of cold medicines, such as 999 and Radix Banlangen, for Han Moyan to soak in packs one after another.
Later, Han Moyan had a bad cold, and nothing he drank would help, so he could only stay at home and work. As long as Lu Ran went to deliver materials to him every day, he could see Han Moyan nestled in the bed, wrapped in a bear shape, typing on the computer, and the bedside table was thick. A thick pile of paper balls...
Lu Ran couldn't help laughing at that appearance.
Because it is a business matter, the company's driver will send it every day, and Lu Ran doesn't feel particularly hard.
Carrying the steak rice she bought in her hand, Lu Ran took out the key - because Han Moyan, a frequent visitor, gave her a spare, the key was inserted into the door lock and it opened as soon as she turned it, Lu Ran frowned, did Han Moyan go out?
Lu Ran came in, changed his shoes, and put the steak and rice on the dining table.
For some reason, he pushed open the door of Han Moyan's room lightly.
In the room, there are two people.
Lu Ran blinked, her expression a little stiff.
The person with his back to her, who was carefully blowing the hot porridge in the spoon with his head down, was Zhuang Jing if he guessed correctly.
(End of this chapter)
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