remarry [rebirth]

Jiang Cong stood there looking at He Lanshu for a while, and was forced to smile. He grabbed his crutch and slowly rubbed his thumb against the faucet, "I don't understand what you're saying. .”

"It's fine if you don't understand." He Lanshu smiled slightly, "Sometimes, people just have to be confused."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and made a gesture of invitation, and said to the two people in front of him, "I'll send you two out."

Jiang Cong and Jiang Jintang didn't say anything else, they really walked out ahead.

He Lanshu watched them get into the car and leave from the side of the road, then turned around and walked to a car that had been waiting for him at the corner.

He knocked on the car window, and saw a face slowly appearing inside, it was Wen Jiu.

"Didn't Su Qin send you back first?" He said, looking at Su Qin in the driver's seat, with a half-smile.

Su Qin quickly put aside the suspicion, waved his hand and got out of the car, "It has nothing to do with me, Wen Shaofei will wait for you to come out here..."

Wen Jiu was a little embarrassed, and glanced at Su Qin, who dismantled the stage and didn't save any face, "You and my grandfather...?"

He Lanshu signaled him to sit down, and then went around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat, shook his head at Su Qin, who was smiling and waving at the maneki cat, and drove the car away.

"Don't you wait for Su Qin?" Wen Jiu glanced back, and accidentally saw Su Qin... grinning and making a face this way.

He now only feels that the world is really mysterious, as if many things are developing in different places.

After all, in his impression, He Lanshu's emotions have always been calm and unrevealed, and he seldom smiles in front of him. He often does everything silently by himself, and can't find any faults.

Su Qin...has always been unsmiling. He never wastes a second sentence on things that can be finished in one sentence, and he doesn't seem to have a good temper.

It doesn't feel like the same person as the current assistant who looks like a mascot.

"He still has something to do." He Lanshu seemed to be in a good mood, "Go home tonight to eat Maoxuewang, what did you want to say just now?"

Wen Jiu was stunned, almost unable to keep up with his jumping thinking, and then said in a daze: "It's nothing, I just want to ask you and my grandfather...know each other?"

"Probably." He Lanshu didn't hide anything, "I'm looking for him this time because of some personal matters."

Wen Jiu thought about it, and at the current level, the Helan family and the Jiang family are indeed inextricably linked, and they should be relatively close in both public and private matters.

As for what He Lanshu and his grandfather were talking about, it wasn't awkward to ask in his current capacity, but with his current role and attitude... it seemed a little too much.

Wen Jiu was a little discouraged, and after a while she managed to pull herself together again, "You gave up the land to the Jiang family for this bidding, so what should you do?"

He Lanshu looked at him in the rearview mirror with some surprise.

Wen Jiu is now in the back seat. When she was talking, she knelt down on the ground unconsciously. She lay on the sound insulation layer in front with her two arms resting on it, her head resting on her side.

He Lanshu narrowed his eyes, saw the traffic lights flashing from the corner of his eye, and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

Wen Jiu was taken aback, and by the time he realized it, he had already pressed the button to open the door.

The door was opened a crack at the sound, and the yellow light happened to turn into a red light. He Lanshu saw Wen Jiu's movement, let go of the steering wheel, and went directly to the rear driver to grab Wen Jiu's hand.

"What are you doing?" He Lanshu frowned, holding onto one of the fixed railings tightly with one hand, Wen Jiu didn't recover for a while, but when he realized that He Lanshu's hand had shown an abnormal twisted posture up.

"I..." Before Wen Jiu could speak, she heard the knock on the car window, and then the opened door was pulled open by a hand wearing a white glove. A traffic policeman in police uniform appeared in front of them.

"Hello comrade, road inspector, please get out of the car." A sweaty traffic policeman wearing a police cap appeared in front of Wen Jiu. Wen Jiu saw He Lanshu retract his hand, opened the door with the other hand and got out of the car.

Probably seeing something wrong with his hand, another traffic policeman stepped forward to drive the car away, and then stood back on the central podium.

The road gradually restored order, and Wen Jiu followed He Lanshu to the pavilion to test it.

"Didn't drink?" The traffic policeman looked at the breathalyzer suspiciously, looked at the two people in front of him and hesitated for a while, and finally conducted some ideological education and issued a fine of 200 yuan.

"Warn once, never again."

Wen Jiu was so guilty that he kept his head down for training. He looked at the shoes in front of him and walked left and right twice to swipe his card to complete the formalities. Only then did he realize that he was being led out of the police station by a big hand.

They found a shaded chair by the side of the road and sat down on it. There was no air conditioner here, so He Lanshu took off his suit jacket, and casually put it on his hands to cover his unnatural look.

Wen Jiu didn't dare to sit down, and walked up to him hesitantly, "Your hand..."

"Let's talk." He Lanshu squinted his eyes and raised his head, looked at Wen Jiu who was standing against the light and patted the place beside him, "Sit down and talk slowly."

Why does it feel like a parent scolding a child... Wen Jiu was silent, but sat down, but didn't know what to say.

"I don't know how to say it, so let me ask, and you tell me." He Lanshu walked over and took a bottle of water from the car and handed it to Wen Jiu. Wen Jiu unscrewed it silently and took a sip, but He Lanshu looked helpless look.

He turned on the water again, and looked at his hand hesitantly, "...do you want to drink?"

"..." He Lanshu took a few sips and pursed his lips, "Afraid of cars?"

Scared of cars?

Wen Jiu glanced at the car, shook her head after a long time, and sighed sullenly, "No."

"I thought you were motion sick." He Lanshu put his arms on his knees and clasped his hands, "You always sit in the direction closest to the car door, and your hands keep rubbing back and forth between the window button and the door switch."

Wen Jiu was taken aback by his words, he didn't even pay attention to these things himself.

But what did he say...?

"Later I asked Wen Xia, and she said that you had a car accident when you were four years old." He Lanshu looked at Wen Jiu's blank expression, and continued: "All the drivers and nanny who were with you died. There is no evidence, just that the brakes are not working, and then you seem to have always resisted riding in a car."

And this thing?

Wen Jiu was taken aback, "Why don't I remember?"

"You had autism when you were a child." He Lanshu smiled lightly, rubbed his head with his big hands, and said as if he was a little frustrated, "But since your illness is cured, why now? Remember it again? "

Wen Jiu didn't know how to answer.

It is impossible for him to tell He Lanshu that all this was caused by a car accident in his previous life?

He Lanshu still wanted to protect him in his arms at the last moment, but what about him?

"Stop asking..." Wen Jiu covered her face, feeling almost ashamed at this moment, wanting to find a random crack in the ground to slip in.

"Then I won't ask." He Lanshu's voice was very soft, he slowly approached Wen Jiu, stretched out his hand to embrace Wen Jiu in his arms, put one hand on his shoulder lightly, and the other lightly on his back Gently patted, "I'll talk about it when you think of what to say."

Wen Jiu slowly relaxed her body, and gradually leaned her head on his shoulder, blinking her eyes after a while, obviously thinking about something.

He Lanshu hugged him for a while, then pouted, and reluctantly wanted to withdraw his hand, but Wen Jiu suddenly grabbed his sleeve again, "Don't let go...let me think again..."

Let him think again.

In fact, there are many reasons, which he himself knows.

He has never been afraid of cars, but he is afraid that one day another person bought by He Lanshao will run into him like crazy, so he always sits at the position closest to the door, so that he can go to the car at any time. jump car.

As for motion sickness... Wen Jiu frowned slightly, he probably knew it himself.

In fact, He Lanshu didn't know anything about his car accident that He Lanshu said.

He remembers sporadic fragments when he was very young. He was once tied up with ropes and stayed alone in a very narrow and dark place for a long time. Apart from being tired and hungry, the only thing he could feel was lingering The smell of car exhaust.

He thought it was a dream—his father, younger brother, and stepmother kept telling him it was a dream, so he really took it as a dream.

After all, he spent a lot of time in the same environment. In his impression, his room was very dark all year round. Only after Wen Xia came back at night would he turn on the switch, and then stay there until he was about to sleep.

But He Lanshu said just now that Wen Xia told him that.

It's impossible for his sister to joke about this kind of thing. If she said it was true, it must be true.

Wen Jiu moved her head away from He Lanshu's shoulder, grasped his arm with both hands, and for the first time carefully looked at this man in the sunlight outside.

After a long time, Wen Jiu pursed her lips, pondered for a while and said, "...I still don't know what to say or what to explain, but I will pay attention to changing it in the future."

The problem he needs to overcome is not just an inanimate means of transportation like a car, but those people he knows, and he doesn't know, who have done things that have sorry him behind the scenes.

Those who pushed him and Wen Xia into the abyss in the previous life, and chose to commit suicide in the hospital with hatred.

Only then He Lanshu sighed softly, and supported his face with a good hand, "Okay."

"But don't force it." He glanced at the car and said, "If you can't accept it, then don't drive."

He seemed to comfort Wen Jiu, and also seemed to be hypnotizing himself: "It's like some people are allergic to coriander, and they can't come by force."

Just as Wen Jiu was about to nod emotionally, she changed her mind: "...Is there coriander in tonight's Maoxuewang?"

"...Yes." He Lanshu thought for a while, then said hesitantly, "Uncle Fu will probably release some."

"I'm not afraid of eating coriander." Wen Jiu blinked, and took a look at He Lanshu's slightly swollen hand.

His wrist was scratched with red streaks and bleeding, the more serious one was the redness and swelling of the joints, he motioned He Lanshu to stand up, searched on the map, and planned to take him to the hospital.

He Lanshu didn't answer his last sentence, put on a smiling expression and let Wen Jiu drag him back to the car.

The author has something to say: Helan·Zhen·Da Huyou·Shu is online.

Stupid author (compassion): Be good, don’t be afraid.

Wen Jiu (expressionless): Go away!

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There is no shame in being afraid of eating coriander, and there is no shame in not being ashamed.

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