Orphan girl reborn: Why are you clinging to me?

The next morning, Lin Luo had a phone call with Si Yan in advance, and Si Yan welcomed her to visit her grandmother.

Lin Luo appeared at the door of the hospital's inpatient department at the agreed time.

She had specially dressed up, wearing a blue knee-length dress, long black hair shawl, and light makeup. Her bright and majestic facial features and youthful and energetic temperament exuded a unique charm in the sunshine.

Carrying a beautifully packaged fruit basket, Lin Luo attracted the attention of many people when she elegantly walked into the door of the inpatient department.

She walked skillfully into the elevator, arrived at the door of the ward on the 10th floor, and knocked politely.

The ward door opened, and Lin Luo's beautiful face burst into a cheerful smile. His big round eyes looked at Si Yan who came to open the door.

Si Yan knew that it was Lin Luo who was coming, but when he saw the overly beautiful girl at the door of the ward, he was stunned and didn't recognize her for a moment.

The Lin Luo I saw that night was a student-like little girl, wearing a white T-shirt and black pants, carrying a backpack, her hair messy and tied back casually, and her big eyes stared at him fiercely when she was angry. Not only does it not make him feel threatened, but it actually makes him feel interesting.

He was thinking at that time how difficult it would be to control such a little girl whose thoughts were written all over her face. Unexpectedly, she looked like a different person when she dressed up.

"Si Yan, good morning, can I come in?" Lin Luo reminded with a smile when Si Yan didn't move for a long time.

"Lin Luo?" Si Yan came back to his senses and still couldn't believe it. "Sorry, my eyesight is clumsy. I didn't recognize you for a moment. You are beautiful today. Please come in."

Lin Luo did not rush in, but tilted his head, pouted slightly, and looked at Si Yan with a bit of complaint.

"You said I'm beautiful today, but wasn't I beautiful before? Did you think I was ugly before? You didn't even recognize me."

Her appearance made Si Yan a little confused. He quickly adjusted himself and gave a gentle smile, "Of course not. You are different in beauty today than when we met before."

"Thank you for the compliment. I'm going to see your grandmother."

Lin Luo accepted his compliment with satisfaction, naturally placed the fruit basket in his hand, and walked in calmly.

Si Yan looked at the fruit basket that was stuffed in his hand, and felt that this little girl was too familiar. It was only the second time they met. At her age, shouldn't she be a little more reserved?

When Si Yan put the fruit basket on the table, Lin Luo had already walked into the inner ward and sat face to face with Si Jinglan on the hospital bed.

"Mrs. Si, do you still remember me?"

Lin Luo was the first to speak. Due to the special condition of Si Jinglan's body, Lin Luo didn't know whether she still remembered everything she experienced when her soul left the body.

Si Jinglan had just woken up and was sitting on the bed watching TV when he saw Lin Luo coming in and curiously looked at this familiar-looking little girl.

"Aying, it's great that you came to see me!"

A smile suddenly bloomed on Si Jinglan's wrinkled face, like a blooming pink chrysanthemum. She supported her body and moved towards the bed a few times, then enthusiastically rushed towards Lin Luo and hugged Lin Luo into her arms. In his arms, he was still pitifully telling his grievances.

"Aying, it's so boring here. Please take me out to play. That man kept me locked up and wouldn't let me go out or eat. They even gave me injections. It hurt so much. I was being abused. Woohoo~”

Lin Luo was startled by this sudden hug. Fortunately, she had adapted to Si Jinglan's previous out-of-the-box personality. After being stunned for a few seconds, she naturally stretched out her hands and hugged the lively old lady to prevent her When he fell down, he patted Si Jinglan's back comfortingly with one hand.

"It's not that I want to lock you up. You are sick and the doctor is treating you. When you get better, you can go out and play."

"Uuuuuuuu, I'm not sick, that man is a liar, he locked me up and didn't feed me."

The old lady hugged Lin Luo tighter.

The "man" she spoke of - her grandson Si Yan, was standing at the end of the bed, looking at this strange scene in front of her. Why was her grandmother so dependent on this woman? Even his own grandson would not receive such close treatment.

From Lin Luo's perspective, she happened to see Si Yan approaching. She asked uncertainly: "Si Yan, did you really not feed your grandmother?"

Si Jinglan's aggrieved look didn't look like he was faking it. He looked pitiful, but it seemed unlikely that Si Yan would abuse his own grandmother.

"Do you think it's possible?" Si Yan was used to his grandmother's childlike temper. "Why don't you ask her what she wants to eat?"

Lin Luo patted the old lady's back gently, "Tell me what you want to eat? I'll see if I can think of a way."

"Really? You're the best." Si Jinglan let go of the hug and held Lin Luo's hand with both hands, his eyes shining with desire, "I want to eat beef in sour soup, spicy chicken, and lemongrass grilled Fish, boiled meat slices, fried rice sausage and mutton rice noodles.”

"Ah?" Can these be eaten by patients?

Lin Luo looked at Si Yan in astonishment, who was already used to it, "Are these inedible?"

"What do you think?" Si Yan raised his eyebrows, "She wants to eat these unless she steps on me."

"Don't listen to him, Aying, he is a bad person, and we are the best friends in the world." Si Jinglan squeezed Lin Luo's hand and drew her attention back.

Aying? Lin Luo couldn't find any memory of this title in her mind. She had been calling herself this since she met Si Jinglan today. Who is this "A Ying"?

"You said we are good friends, but do you still remember my full name?"

"Of course I know. Your name is Ning Jiaying. It is taken from the poem by Li Qiao, a poet from the Tang Dynasty, 'Rui and wheat are both beautiful, and Jiahe is the same as Yingxin.' It's because you were born in the autumn of the harvest."

After Si Jinglan finished speaking, he raised his chin, waiting for Lin Luo's praise.

Lin Luo couldn't bear to let her down. While helping her push the white hair scattered on her face behind her ears, he praised: "You are awesome. I still remember everything I told you so long ago."

"It hasn't been that long. This was when I introduced myself at the beginning of the university. I heard what you said and I was particularly impressed." Si Jinglan smiled and narrowed his eyes and asked expectantly: "Then do you still remember what my name means? ?”

Lin Luo was stunned by the question. Among the relevant ancient texts she knew, there was only one famous sentence that was more consistent. Let's give it a try.

"Your name is Si Jinglan, which is taken from "Spring and Jingming, calm and calm" in "Yueyang Tower". Am I right?"

"Yes!" Si Jinglan happily shook Lin Luo's hand, "But I'm different from you, Aying. I don't like a calm life. I like to travel around. After I graduate, I want to travel all over the motherland. There are great rivers and mountains in the world, I want to use a paintbrush to record all the beautiful things and paint the world for you to see, okay?"

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it." Lin Luo followed her words.

"There's something I need to do, you have to help me." Si Jinglan looked at Si Yan who was standing aside warily, then leaned into Lin Luo's ear and whispered softly, "After the graduation ceremony, my family will take me back. Get married, can you help me escape?"

"what?"

Lin Luo looked at her in disbelief. Was this old lady in her eighties so crazy when she was young?