Chapter 163 Box
Lu Qian walked up the winding stairs all the way to the top floor of the hospital, but she didn't see the person she wanted to see. Her patience was completely exhausted in this search.
As she adjusted the cuffs of her skirt, she angrily muttered to herself, "Jiang Luan, you'd better not let me catch you, or I'll add cilantro to every meal of yours."
Lu Qian felt that he had always been very patient, at least in the past nineteen years.
Unexpectedly, after meeting Tavia and her gang, they forced her to become an iron-fisted woman.
There is no need to say anything about Jiang Luan, he can't even get a fart out of him even after being beaten with three sticks.
And once he wanted to hide something, Qi Huang Lingshuo couldn't find him. It was as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth.
The German medical community had long wanted to cooperate with the Hoffmann family, but unfortunately, almost no one had ever seen, let alone contacted, this young man in power.
It is said that he is a mysterious genius and the invisible Asclepius.
Pure bullshit.
Jiang Luan is a socially anxious person who can't even speak clearly to people he meets, an atmosphere destroyer who speaks without restraint, and an unruly child who is picky about food and doesn't like to eat.
He's already 25 years old, but he's still a source of worry.
And as for Qingli, Lu Qian still couldn't understand how a blasting genius who could develop directional missiles could be illiterate?
Asking him to learn Chinese is too much for him. How can he not even read English? So what exactly is he using to make missiles? Is he using traditional methods passed down from his ancestors?
Catching a raccoon to learn words every day is harder than watching a primary school student do homework.
The more Lu Qian thought about it, the angrier he became, and he quickened his pace towards the library in anger.
She walked quickly to the door and saw that the library door was slightly open. She was immediately certain that Jiang Luan must be inside, as he was the only one who liked to enter the library without closing the door.
She took a deep breath and calmed herself down a little, otherwise she was afraid that when she saw Jiang Luan, she would not be able to help but slap him directly.
Lu Qian pushed open the door of the library, mentally prepared to turn every bookshelf upside down.
But the scene that came into her eyes shocked her beyond words.
In the bright library, Jiang Luan did not hide himself. He just curled up beside the bookshelf at the edge of the library, his thin body huddled into a ball. His hair and clothes were unusually neat, and it was obvious that they had been taken care of in advance.
He hugged his thin knees, trembling and shrinking his head. His hands, which were holding something, were still shaking uncontrollably. He looked as pitiful as a puppy wet by the rain.
Jiang Luan heard the sound of the library door opening and raised his head to look outside.
The moment Lu Qian met Jiang Luan's gaze, his body stiffened.
Jiang Luan's eyes were blood red, and the ripples in his eyes seemed to be able to burst out at any time. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed. His thin cheeks, which had lacked sunlight for a long time, had an unhealthy blush on them. Even the tip of his nose was pink, as if he had been crying.
When he saw Lu Qian coming, he quickly raised his sleeves and rubbed his eyes hard twice, trying to cover it up.
"Well, it's almost time, let's go."
His voice was hoarse and a little gritty, and Lu Qian became even more certain that Jiang Luan had indeed cried.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Lu Qian walked up to Jiang Luan, smoothed her skirt, and squatted down next to him.
Jiang Luan didn't answer. He clenched the thing in his palm, buried his head back in his knees, and shook his head slightly.
Lu Qian looked at his profile and felt a little worried.
To her, Jiang Luan was more like a friend than a teacher. He would talk to her a lot in his free time. Due to his personality flaws, he would not hide his dislikes and likes. However, it was precisely because of this that Lu Qian felt he was particularly sincere.
Seeing that Jiang Luan didn't answer, Lu Qian didn't force him. He just sat quietly beside him, their arms leaning against each other, listening to the ticking of the mechanical pendulum in the library, and weaving his sorrow into time.
After a long silence, Lu Qian tilted his head and looked at Jiang Luan who was motionless.
Inadvertently, she saw that he was tightly grasping something in his slender fingers.
She seemed to understand something.
Jiang Luan is extremely indifferent to everything. All his actions are rational beyond ordinary people. Even when he is angry, he has a helpless feeling of giving up. Perhaps this is the difference between a genius and an ordinary person.
But there was only one exception, which was the small metal box that he treasured.
Lu Qian had seen more than once that Jiang Luan would put his hands in his pockets and rub them repeatedly during breaks in experiments or when reading. It had become a reflex action for him. As long as his hands were free, he would definitely put them in his pockets and feel around.
Even though Jiang Luan talked a lot with Lu Qian, he never mentioned this box.
Lu Qian felt that there must be a very painful secret hidden here.
She looked at Jiang Luan and whispered, "Is it broken?"
Jiang Luan's curled up body suddenly stiffened, then gradually relaxed, and he nodded reluctantly twice.
The small box was very simple, and even if it was broken it would certainly not be difficult to repair. However, Lu Qian felt that Jiang Luan might not want anyone to touch his memory, which was why he was so sad.
"Can you show me?"
Jiang Luan didn't answer, but shook his head reflexively.
Then he seemed to realize something, raised his face from his knees, and turned to look at Lu Qian who was standing next to him.
"Can you fix it?"
Jiang Luan's tone was filled with expectation and pleading. He was not wearing glasses, and one could see the innocence in his eyes at a glance, like a child.
Lu Qian raised his eyebrows slightly and gave Jiang Luan a confident smile. "Are you kidding? There's nothing I haven't repaired since I was a child."
When Jiang Luan heard Lu Qian's confident answer, a light flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand towards Lu Qian with hesitation and slowly opened his clenched palm.
After a few small metallic sounds, a few scattered metal parts scattered in Jiang Luan's palm.
Lu Qian looked at his palms, which were already slightly sweaty. His white fingers were covered with metal marks, which showed how hard Jiang Luan was holding on.
It's a very simple little box. The rotating mechanism is just a bolt. The screws on both sides are a bit loose and the buckle is not tight enough, so the lid will loosen and separate.
Lu Qian didn't pick it up, but just looked at Jiang Luan and nodded, "It's very simple, it can be fixed, it will only take a few minutes."
When Jiang Luan heard Lu Qian's affirmation, an expression of irrepressible joy appeared on his face. He hurriedly turned the box over and showed it to Lu Qian.
"What about this? This glass has been broken for a long time. Can it be replaced?"
Lu Qian's eyes froze.
She saw a small photo placed in the center of the box. The photo showed a blonde girl with pigtails, about thirteen or fourteen years old. Her eyes were almost narrowed into slits due to her smiling, and only the light-colored pupils in her big eyes could be vaguely seen.
The photo had faded a little, and the edges were blurred, but even such an old photo could not hide the radiant joy on the girl's face.
Lu Qian lowered his eyes, looked at Jiang Luan gently, and nodded to him solemnly.
"Yes."
After hearing this, Jiang Luan rubbed his red eyes and nose, grabbed the metal box parts back into his palm, stood up and patted his clothes.
"Let's go, let's go see Dean Sharit first. Remember to fix it for me when you come back."
Jiang Luan trusts Lu Qian very much. If she says she can fix it, then she will definitely be able to fix it.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Lu Qian pulled Jiang Luan's arm and stopped him from leaving. "It's still early. I'll go get a piece of glass of similar size and fix it for you right away in ten minutes."
After Lu Qian finished speaking, he ran towards the library door.
"Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."
Jiang Luan stood there, nodding blankly at the empty door.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com