Hua Rong said, "Ah, my wife is here too?"
I said, "It's not your wife, it's..." As I spoke, I got confused. I suddenly realized that if Hua Rong were to marry this girl, it would be bigamy. I simply told him, "Besides being Hua Rong, you're also called Ran Dongye, and that girl is Ran Dongye's wife."
Hua Rong shook his hand: "That has nothing to do with me. I don't remember who Ran Dongye is at all."
Dai Zong's face flushed red: "Pah! How can it not be your business? That girl went bankrupt for you. Not to mention anything else, if it weren't for her, she would have pulled out your tubes this morning. Would you still be alive today?"
Since the heroes arrived, I've actually seen Dai Zong argue with anyone; it seems Dean Dai has a strong sense of justice. And we all saw that girl; she risked her life to save Hua Rong—it was truly a heart-wrenching act.
The heroes fell silent...
Wu Yong said, "Go on, what happened to that girl?"
Dai Zong said, "Her name is Xiuxiu. As soon as Xiuxiu heard that Hua Rong was missing, she knelt down before the hospital director and said that it was fine to remove the tubes, but she had to be given the man; she just wanted to see him one last time. No matter how the director explained, it was no use. Xiuxiu was convinced that the hospital was lying to her. In the end, it was only after her father and the police intervened and gave her assurances that they were able to persuade her to go back." Dai Zong nudged Hua Rong, "Now he's at your house. He said he won't eat or drink if he doesn't see you for a day, until he starves to death."
Hua Rong stammered, "Why are you looking at me like that? I don't even know where my home is."
Dai Zong stuffed a piece of paper into Hua Rong's hand: "This is your current name, occupation, and home address. It took me a long time to find out."
Hua Rong subconsciously took a step back. Seeing that the heroes were all staring at him intently, he forced a smile and said, "Brothers, you don't want me to go back to that house and pretend to be Ran Dongye, do you?"
The heroes all said in unison, "Go!"
Lu Junyi placed his hand on his shoulder and said gently, "Brother, if it weren't for Xiuxiu's matter, you certainly wouldn't have to go back. We brothers could have lived a carefree life, not caring whether that brat Ran Dongye lived or died. But saving lives is the priority now..."
An Daoquan said slyly, "I saw her, and that girl is quite pretty."
Hua Rong retreated repeatedly, saying, "But...I..."
Li Kui roared, "What a load of rubbish! You surnamed Hua, that girl risked her life for you. If you dare to do something heartbreaking, don't say we're no longer brothers. I'll let you taste my axe right now!" As he spoke, he habitually reached behind his waist but found nothing. He then grabbed two stools.
Hua Rong repeatedly cupped his hands and said, "Brothers, even if you want me to go back, you have to give me a few days—" As he spoke, he looked around and pointed to the math formulas written on the blackboard, saying, "Right now I don't recognize anything. If I go out, I'll be completely clueless. Wouldn't that just be asking to be exposed?"
I said slowly, "Don't even mention you, I don't know that person either. A few days isn't a long time, but your wife isn't a bear living in a tree hole that will die if she doesn't drink water for three days. Do you want to wait a few days?"
Wu Yong also said, "Don't worry about being exposed. Now that you're back, who will bother asking all sorts of questions? Just say you just woke up and your mind isn't quite right, and that'll be fine."
Hua Rong stared wide-eyed for a long time, then finally hung his head dejectedly and remained silent. Seeing that he was somewhat receptive, I stepped forward and put my arm around him, saying, "Brother Hua, let's go. Don't let people say that we handsome guys are heartless gigolos." Hua Rong looked up and gave me a disdainful look, so I simply pulled him into my arms, pressed my face against his, and asked Hu Sanniang, "Third Sister, do you think we're handsome?"
Hu Sanniang looked at me and then at Hua Rong. Just as she was about to say something, I hugged Hua Rong tightly and said, "Just say whether he's handsome or not. Don't separate the two."
Hu Sanniang simply stopped talking.
Wu Yong chuckled and said, "This is truly a case of being hesitant to act for fear of harming the innocent."
Finally, it was decided that I would escort "Ran Dongye" home. Hua Rong walked away, turning back every few steps, as if he were going to the execution ground. The heroes, on the other hand, saw him off with smiles. Tang Long shouted, "Brother, go ahead. I'll definitely make you a handy weapon."
I pulled Hua Rong along to hurry up and scolded him, "What are you afraid of? I'm telling you to go pick up girls, not to go back to being a vegetable."
Hua Rong got into the car with a worried look on her face and sat next to me, saying, "I'd rather go back to being a vegetable."
I said in surprise, "What kind of talk is that? You wake up with your brothers next to you and your wife waiting for you at home, what more do you want?"
Hua Rong looked around the car curiously, both inside and out, and said somewhat nervously, "But I don't know that girl at all. What would it mean if I just went back and stayed with her? To put it nicely, it's like rekindling a past romance; to put it bluntly, what am I... what is this?"
I concluded, "Let's just eat what's readily available!"
Hua Rong said with a dark face, "Your language skills are really strong."
I chuckled and said, "You should say you want to rekindle your romance. I met that girl; she seems to be the conservative type. Even if she's not a virgin, she must have been 'taken' by you... uh, your body. Don't feel resentful; I've never seen someone cheat on themselves."
After Hua Rong fully understood what I meant, he held his head and sighed, "I've really gotten myself on a sinking ship."
As we passed a flower shop, I asked, "Should we buy a few bouquets of flowers for your sister-in-law as a greeting gift?"
Hua Rong calmly analyzed: "The key question is, if Ran Dongye were to come home at night, what would he buy?"
His words reminded me. I suddenly realized a serious problem: none of us had ever met Ran Dongye, and we didn't know what kind of person he was. I thought for a moment and said, "This kid used to be a messenger; he probably doesn't like all that fancy stuff." I pointed to the pastry shop next to the flower shop and said, "Why don't you go buy two pounds of cake?" I gave Hua Rong the money and told him to go buy it. This was intentionally training his survival skills. It's okay if he can't make money, but if he can't even spend it, he's worse than a complete idiot.
On the way, we went over his story again. I told Hua Rong to say that he suddenly woke up, and then, seeing no one around, wandered out of the hospital, starting to think about the past halfway there. I was a friend of his from a long time ago, and I happened to run into him, so I took him home. I reminded Hua Rong that if he encountered any difficulties, he could openly pretend to be stupid. A person who had been in a vegetative state for half a year and was kept alive by tubes should not be investigated by anyone.
I found the place according to the address on the paper. This is one of the only old neighborhoods in our city, where residents still live in courtyard houses. Hua Rong's family lives in a detached house.
As I parked the car at the alley entrance and led Hua Rong inside, a group of elderly people sitting together enjoying the cool evening air stared at Hua Rong in surprise, speechless. Hua Rong, even more at a loss for words, simply kept her head down and followed me. Finally, a withered old man said in the proud and languid tone of an elder, "Xiao Ran's back—"
Hua Rong hurriedly clasped his hands in a fist salute, then, realizing it was inappropriate, changed it to a regular bow and carefully said, "Yes, junior has returned."
Several old men nearby covered their mouths with their fans and whispered, "He's gone stupid."
The withered old man said, "Xiao Ran, do your parents know you're back? They heard you had your tubes removed today, so you're all better now? Poor parents, they were afraid of the discomfort, so they went to stay with your aunt in another city."
Hua Rong hurriedly bowed and said, "Is that so? I will ask someone to send a message to the two elders and set off to pick them up first thing tomorrow morning."
The withered old man sized up Hua Rong and said, "Why answer it? It's just a phone call. Xiao Ran, don't you recognize your second uncle?"
I quickly pulled Hua Rong inside, saying casually, "How could that be? Xiao Ran was just talking to me the whole way here, saying that besides her family, she misses you the most, Uncle. Your daughter is really nice, isn't she?"
Uncle Er nodded in rapture, then it took him a while to realize, "Where did my family get a girl from?"
By this time, we had entered Hua Rong's courtyard. The courtyard was quite large, but rather deserted. Several weeping willows grew on the west side. A young woman was sweeping the steps of the main room, her face filled with sorrow, her steps faltering, but she refused to stop. She didn't notice us coming in at all, and continued sweeping with her back to us. Suddenly, several snow-white pigeons flew out from the wooden shed on the second floor, fluttering and landing happily on Hua Rong's shoulder as if recognizing their owner.
The pigeon stirred, and the girl glanced at it nervously, then she saw Hua Rong…
Wow, white doves, a standoff. If they both pulled out guns and drifted through the air exchanging fire, it would be a John Woo movie; if one of them suddenly swung his arm and bent over like a kicked sugarcane, it would be The Matrix; if Hua Rong threw his bright red scarf behind him, tossed the cake, and pounced on the girl, it would be an 80s romance drama…
Okay, now it's Zhang Xiaohua's style of encounter—
In fact, when Hua Rong suddenly saw Xiu Xiu and when Xiu Xiu suddenly saw Hua Rong, neither of them made the most romantic gesture immediately for their own reasons. Specifically, neither of them moved, but they stared into each other's eyes, their fingers dry and strong... This is in the style of Gu Long.