Ren Chenbai raised his eyebrows.
He hadn't thought much about it at first, but when the other party mentioned it, he remembered that Luo Zhi's behavior in the ward seemed a little strange before he left last night.
…
It was so strange that the crazy questioning that was hysterical and out of control was just Ren Chenbai's embarrassing and absurd one-man show from beginning to end.
Luo Zhi was unexpectedly calm, and seemed completely immersed in his own world.
It was not until Ren Chenbai grabbed her collar that Luo Zhi finally realized something and slowly raised her eyes to look at him.
Luo Zhi looked at him, but there was nothing in her eyes. The light in his pupils was scattered, and seemed to be falling somewhere more ethereal and elusive, as if he was looking at a shadow that had long been discarded by Ren Chenbai.
After looking for a long time, the pair of eyes gently curved, and a very light smile had not yet had time to climb up to the eyelashes, but the gaze was fixed on Ren Chenbai's face as if he had just woken up.
Then Luo Zhi looked away and stopped looking at him.
After that, no matter what Ren Chenbai said, Luo Zhi just lowered her head as if she didn't hear anything.
The dark, thick eyelashes trembled again and again, and finally fell slowly as if unable to bear the weight.
Luo Zhi no longer looked at him.
…
After returning from the hospital, Ren Chenbai couldn't fall asleep again, and he was very irritable the whole day.
He attributed his irritability entirely to the regret caused by accidentally destroying his mother's belongings - a responsibility that could easily be blamed on Luo Zhi.
If Luo Zhi hadn't hidden from Ren Chenbai and escaped into the car, Ren Chenbai would not have had the chance to destroy the car.
If Luo Zhi hadn't kept the matter secret so strictly, Ren Chenbai would have known who the car belonged to earlier, and of course he wouldn't have been able to touch the car.
See, no wonder the Luo family blamed all the faults on Luo Zhi.
This is an experience that couldn't be more relaxing. It can avoid all worries and self-blame. The only thing you can do is to hate Luo Zhi.
It's too easy to hate Luo Zhi.
Ren Chenbai regained his composure.
He recalled the scene of last night and, with the doctor's reminder, realized that Luo Zhi might have been unable to hear at that time.
Ren Chenbai nodded and asked, "Then what?"
The doctor on duty was stunned.
This private hospital is owned by the Ren family. In fact, many people know that Ren Chenbai is not as gentle and kind as outsiders think.
They had seen Mr. Ren accompanying his mother's bedside, carefully peeling an apple while calmly and casually giving orders such as "cancel such and such cooperation", "fire such and such dereliction of duty department manager", and "eliminate such and such redundant department".
When Ren Chenbai gave these instructions, his tone was no different from now.
Very calm and indifferent, he would knock on the chessboard at the chess piece that was already at a dead end, perhaps with a faint interest of watching from the sidelines as if it had nothing to do with him.
I can't hear you.
Then what?
The doctor on duty naturally understood Ren Chenbai's attitude, shook his head, shut his mouth, and retreated to the corner of the elevator.
The elevator dinged and stopped at the top floor.
Ren Chenbai didn't pause. He waited until the door opened and walked straight out of the elevator.
…
Luo Zhi locked the door of the hotel.
He put his hands under the faucet of the sink, squeezed some hand soap, and repeatedly rinsed the oil on his hands.
The cold and clean water flows on the hands, splashing on the fingers, and white splashes fly up.
Luo Zhi widened her eyes slightly.
He moved his hands back and forth curiously, as if he was seeing this thing for the first time. Some water splashed onto his eyelashes and he instinctively blinked to avoid it. The water was so cold that he shuddered slightly, and then it flowed into his eyes and burned them, causing great pain.
Luo Zhi thought so and said: "It hurts."
He couldn't hear his own voice, so he didn't know that it was only the sound of airflow, but it didn't matter, he dubbed it for himself in his mind.
"It hurts, it hurts so much." Luo Zhi suddenly took to this game. He seemed to have just learned a new word. He repeated it while paddling the water back and forth with his hands, smiling and dodging the splashes made by himself.
The water used here was groundwater, which was so cold that it felt like thousands of needles piercing his bones. He kept playing in the water, and his pretty fingers, which had already been washed clean, were soon frozen to a pale blue and stiff.
Luo Zhi didn't know how much water had entered his eyes. He rubbed his eyes hard. The cold hands touching his forehead felt very comfortable, so he turned off the faucet and used both hands to rub his face back and forth to cool it.
He played this game with himself for a long time. When the water on his hands was almost dry, he took out his cell phone and opened the memo.
The memo contained a brief note that Luo Zhi left for himself, explaining why he was here and what he was doing here.
This is the hotel closest to the scrap processing plant.
His car was scrapped, and he came here to look for the wreckage of his own car.
There would be no loopholes in Ren Chenbai's arrangement, and his car must have been completely destroyed, but Mr. Ren was born into a wealthy family and didn't understand how it was to make a living by working under the government.
His car is so great that the spare parts are worth a lot of money.
Car doors, glass, rearview mirrors, wheels... there might be something else that hasn't been sold and is thrown in a site full of ruins. As long as you give the security guard a few hundred dollars and a pack of cigarettes, you can go in and search as long as you want.
Luo Zhi walked out of the bathroom with her cell phone, sat on the sofa, and looked at a note of less than a page with her head down for a long time.
He spent some time thinking about who Ren Chenbai was.
For some reason, his brain has been a little slow lately, with large blanks often appearing without warning, and sometimes he can't even remember what happened before and after the current point in time.
For example, now, Luo Zhi spent quite a long time thinking about why his car was scrapped, who scrapped it, and what else happened besides this incident.
…
By the time he found answers to these questions, it was already dark outside the window.
Luo Zhi still sat on the sofa in the same position as before.
He answered his last question and was about to stand up when he was suddenly pulled by a sharp burning pain. He lost his strength and fell back heavily.
It came from his stomach.
This means you need to eat.
This time, Luo Zhi came up with the answer in just one second. He was very satisfied with himself and raised his hand to gently pinch his earlobe.
This was Aunt Ren's way of praising him.
Whenever little Luozhi got particularly good grades, or made outstanding achievements in some other field of interest, or could play the entire song "Two Tigers" on the guitar intermittently... Aunt Ren would do this, touch little Luozhi's earlobe, smile and praise him in a particularly exaggerated manner.
Luo Zhi picked out a memory that he wanted to highlight and treasure, clicked the button to play it in his mind in an automatic loop, and pursed his lips as he listened to his aunt's exaggerated praise of him.
There is one particularly obvious benefit to not being able to hear the sounds of the outside world. Whenever this happens, the sounds in your head become incredibly clear, so clear that they almost seem real.
This is so comfortable. I don’t have to be bothered by the noise outside and I can listen to whatever I want.
Luo Zhi was very satisfied with the current situation. He pressed his stomach with one hand and stood up little by little with the help of the sofa at the slowest speed. He walked to the other end of the sofa, opened his schoolbag and took out a bag of instant noodles.
Tear open the package, break off a piece and put it in your mouth and chew slowly.
Eating too fast can damage your stomach, so you should chew your food slowly and eat little by little, and remember to drink water when eating.
After completing the entire process, he did not faint or vomit what he had eaten.
Perfect, ten points more.
Luo Zhi touched her earlobe again.
He performed so well today that he felt a little overwhelmed, and the voice of Aunt Ren in his memory also coaxed him, praising him more and more outrageously.
"Little Flame is so cool!"
"Little Flame is really amazing. Most people can never do this."
"Little flame is so cute, anyone who sees you will definitely like you, if they don't then there's something wrong with them."
"Little Flame is so good."
Luo Zhi was so happy that she finished a whole bag of instant noodles.
He gave himself two more pieces of candy, drank a few sips of water, took out a portable blood glucose meter from his schoolbag, disinfected it, and measured his blood sugar.
Luo Zhi checked the table and made a comparison.
He is super healthy.
Luo Zhi put down the blood glucose meter, stood up in the dark room, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
When he ran out of the hospital on the first day, he forgot to measure his blood sugar and forgot to eat. While taking a shower, he felt more and more dizzy and fell asleep accidentally.
The aunt who came to clean the room thought there was no one in the room. When she cleaned the bathroom, she found Luo Zhi unconscious on the floor. She was so scared that she almost called the police.
After that chaotic experience, Luo Zhi summed up new life experiences and has become more and more proficient now.
Luo Zhi rubbed his clothes while taking a shower. He put on his newly bought oversized T-shirt as pajamas, hummed a silent song while holding a toothbrush in his mouth, and hung the washed clothes out to dry.
After doing all this, he turned up the brightness of the desk lamp a little, then opened his palms like treasures, and carefully looked at today's harvest under the light.
He found a small piece of photochromic glass.
Only his car would have such cool photochromic glass. It must have been accidentally broken into pieces when it was dismantled and resold, and mixed with the dark brown gravel on the ground. It took him more than forty hours to find it.
Luo Zhi smoothed the sharp edge of the glass bit by bit on the ground, and then washed it repeatedly after coming back. The small piece of broken glass lay sparkling in his palm.
That's enough.
Today is the third day since he escaped from the hospital.
He has found what he wanted and will leave here tomorrow.
Going to a new place and starting a new life where no one knows him, he doesn't want to be called Luo Zhi anymore, because who would name a child "Zhi"?
Luo didn't like it either. He really wanted to take Aunt Ren's surname, but he felt bored when he thought of Ren Chenbai.
Then let’s call it Flame.
The more Luo Zhi thought about it, the more satisfied he felt. He imagined the scene in his mind with a proud look on his face for a while.
He traveled around the world wearing a pendant made of photochromic glass and carrying his guitar and drawing board. Whenever he met someone who dared to question him, he would introduce himself with confidence.
"What's wrong? If you can't hear, you can't sing."
"What's wrong? No one is allowed to have the last name Huo."
"What's wrong? You don't deserve to live well without a home."
…
Luo Zhi was so distracted just by thinking about it that he rolled over on the bed, his head accidentally hitting the wall with a bang. His consciousness was suddenly pulled back by the dizziness, and everything in front of him suddenly went out.
The glass slipped through his fingers.
Luo Zhi's breathing stagnated, and he fell off the bed without thinking. After groping around and failing to find it, he quickly turned on all the lights.
He was so dizzy that he could hardly stand. His heartbeat was fast and slow, as if a hand was holding his heart, kneading it lightly and heavily.
But it doesn't matter, this kind of thing is not important.
Luo Zhi turned on the light of his mobile phone and shone it on the floor inch by inch until he found the small piece of glass in the most inconspicuous corner at the foot of the bed. He held it tightly in his hand and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It was not until this time that Luo Zhi realized that he was sweating profusely and his body was too weak to stand up.
He found that his right hand was shaking uncontrollably, so he held it with his other hand and then leaned his body against the bed to hold down his arm.
"How can you run around?" Luo Zhi stretched out her finger and poked the glass again and again, scolding it in a voice that she couldn't hear, "You are my home, don't you know?"
Glass probably knew he was wrong, so he just lay quietly in his palm and didn't talk back.
Luo Zhi closed his eyes with satisfaction and rested for a while, then began to reflect on whether he had been too harsh. He opened his eyes and apologized in a soft and gentle voice.
"I know I'm wrong. I shouldn't have lost my temper." Luo Zhi whispered, "Can you let me go home?"
Glass must have softened.
Luo Zhi didn't care. After all, this was just a little play he wrote for his own entertainment. He was the director, so whatever he said was what it was.
You must be too soft-hearted. How could you not let him go home just because of such a small matter?
When she no longer felt dizzy, Luo Zhi held onto the edge of the bed and slowly tried to stand up.
He is looking forward to a new life.
Although it hasn't even started yet, he can almost imagine himself and his family wandering freely around the world.
Luo Zhi tried to stand up several times but failed. He looked at his legs in confusion and tried again. This time he successfully exerted force with his left leg, but his right leg was still limp and motionless.
Oh no, never mind.
Anyway, you'll be fine after a good sleep.
Luo Zhi apologized to the hotel in his heart. He pulled the quilt off the bed bit by bit, grabbed a pillow for himself, wrapped himself up and lay on the floor.
very nice.
Luo Zhi clutched the piece of glass that was stained with her body temperature, hid her hands on her chest, curled up little by little, and closed her eyes with a satisfied smile.
The moon is bright and the wind is calm.
He is so happy.
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