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Chapter 0198 paved the road waiting for you to wake up

When Han Lan came out of the alley carrying the packaged roast duck, she was still humming "A laugh from the sea" and seemed to be in a good mood.

The old man looked like he was an old man in the world at first glance, but Han Lan was not a newcomer to the world.

Jianghu pretends to be 13, how can a famous name be reported randomly?

I turned on my phone and looked at the car I booked online. It should be arriving soon.

Yanjing is also an international metropolis, but the roads are not always bustling with traffic and bustle all day long.

Some sections of the road, especially at night, are rarely driven by vehicles.

For example, here, after standing for a while, I didn’t see a taxi passing by. Fortunately, I can book a taxi online.

"...Don't play with your phone all day long and become a mother..."

Han Lan heard an old woman chattering across the road. She didn't know whether she was lecturing her daughter or her daughter-in-law. She probably saw her playing with her mobile phone while crossing the road.

"Grandma is gone!"

The little girl was a little anxious to go home, so she pulled her grandma's hand.

But grandma is still busy teaching her mother a lesson.

These three generations of ancestors and grandchildren...

Han Lan smiled, then looked at the little girl who was getting a little impatient. She angrily let go of her grandma's hand and ran over here.

The two adults in the back were still arguing.

Suddenly, two low beam lights swept over, and a car appeared on the road. The driver saw the little girl running on the zebra crossing, but he was in a trance and did not react immediately. Waiting for the screeching tires and road surface

When the friction sound sounded, it was too late to brake.

"Your uncle!"

Han Lan saw that the little girl was so frightened by the oncoming car that she stood stunned in the middle of the road. She cursed anxiously, threw the roast duck in her hand to the side, and rushed forward with a violent burst.

He sprinted very fast, like a shadow in the dark night. He rushed behind the little girl in the blink of an eye and picked her up.

When she raised her head slightly, the headlights were already very dazzling, but Han Lan could still see the driver sitting in the driver's seat with a red face and twitching eyelids, trying to keep his eyes wide open.

The car is very close!

Han Lan's movements did not stop. He held the little girl tightly in his arms and jumped towards the roadside with the help of inertia.

"Han Lan, be careful!"

Han Lan staggered for a moment before standing still. He only felt his ears buzzing, as if he heard someone calling him, but it seemed that he didn't.

The hat fell on his head in the middle of the road and was hit head-on by the car that was braking suddenly, making a "pop" sound.

And he was already standing next to the back of the car with the little girl in his arms, his back covered with cold sweat.

"Qiqi, Qiqi..."

The two adults ran over crying and took the little girl in Han Lan's arms. They were relieved to see that she was not hurt.

Han Lan's heart was beating fast at this time, his ears were ringing, and his eyes were dull. The moment the car hit him, something seemed to flash before his eyes, and it looked familiar...

"Plop", his vision suddenly went dark and he fell down.

"Hey? Hey? Young man? Young man?"

"Someone is coming! Someone has been hit and killed!" the old woman screamed, and more and more passers-by gathered around her. Some people already called the police to help her.

The driver, who smelled of alcohol, also climbed out of the car in a panic, rubbed his eyes, and said at a loss: "No way? I just saw that I didn't hit it..."





Lin'an City.

"It's your warm eyes

Teach me to look at the road ahead with perseverance

He told me not to give up when I fall.”

Han Yiping was sitting at home shaking his feet and singing along to the stereo, holding a big pig's trotter in his hand.

Han Yiping's Cantonese is much better than Han Lan's. After all, he stayed in Xiangjiang for a while and was scolded by others, so he cruelly pestered He Xiaolan to learn Cantonese.

But I can't actually tell much of a difference when singing.

"Erza is really a genius. He has indeed inherited the fine bloodline of Alan and I..."

Han Yiping was boasting and enjoying himself when his cell phone rang. When he saw it was Wang Mei, he quickly wiped his hands and answered the call: "Wai?"

"Mr. Han! Han Lan was in a car accident!"

"Pah!" Han Yiping's smile suddenly disappeared, and the big pig's hooves in his hand fell to the ground.





The picture in Han Lan's mind went back to six years ago.

"Han Lan, your dad is such a big pig! Today we agreed to take a day off and come to pick you up, but then he said there was a meeting to be held. Really, there are meetings every day..." He Xiaolan's Mandarin has a softness to it.

The accent sounds very funny.

"Mom, big pig's hooves are delicious. Why do you always say that my dad has big pig's hooves?"

This year, Han Lan was sixteen years old, and her little girl had grown. Her skin was as fair and pink as her mother's, but her face was a little angular like her father's. She should have looked tougher, but because of a little baby fat

, it still looks cute.

"You're a big pig's hooves. We women use it to diss a man and don't mean what we say. Han Lan, you can't be a big pig's hooves from now on! Do you hear me?"

"Hey, don't worry, Mom, I will definitely keep what I say! Especially if I promise a woman, I will definitely do it!"

"Hey! My son is so good. Come on, mommy will take you to eat something delicious!"

He Xiaolan doted on her son and opened the car door for him with a smile. However, when he got into the car, passers-by suddenly heard screams not far away.

I saw a car crashing out of control.

"Han Lan, be careful!"

He Xiaolan screamed and grabbed the seat belt to help him buckle it.

"Bang!"

The moment the airbag deployed, Han Lan saw He Xiaolan standing outside the car hit the car door heavily.

The whole world seemed to turn blood red at this moment.





Han Yiping bought a ticket to fly to Yanjing overnight, but by the time he arrived, it was already the early morning of the next day.

Xia Ningxuan and others were still guarding the ward. Seeing Han Yiping knocking on the door and coming in, they also moved out of the way.

"How's it going? Er smash..."

Han Yiping hurried to the bedside and looked at Han Lan, who was lying on the bed and had not yet woken up. Tears immediately fell from his eyes. His hands were trembling but he did not dare to touch him.

"Mr. Han, the car did not hit Han Lan." Wang Mei on the side quickly explained out of fear that he would be worried.

Wang Mei did not expect this to happen. When she received the call from the hospital, she immediately called Han Yiping. However, when she arrived at the hospital, she discovered that Han Lan was not hit at all.

"He wasn't hit? Then why is my son lying on the hospital bed? He's already unconscious!"

"The doctor can't tell clearly. It may be that he was frightened, or it may be the sequelae of the last car accident."

Han Yiping thought about the car accident and sat down beside the bed in a daze.

Seeing him like this, Wang Mei hurriedly comforted her: "Mr. Han, don't worry. Didn't Han Lan wake up after being knocked unconscious last time we were filming? He will definitely wake up this time. Don't be like this..."

Han Yiping's eyes gradually became clear, and he murmured to himself: "Yes, my son will definitely wake up after being hit, he will definitely wake up..."

Suddenly, Han Yiping remembered something and shouted to Xia Ningxuan: "Ningxuan, don't you have a concert in the evening? Go and rest, go... have a good rest, the concert... the concert must go on.

…”

Han Yiping said with tears in his eyes, not sure whether he was talking to himself or telling Xia Ningxuan: "I'm still waiting for your concert to finish, waiting for the company to develop, waiting for everything to be ready, waiting for the start of a concert

It’s his own concert..."

"When I clear away all the obstacles in front of me, when I pave the road, my son will wake up..."

"My son will become the best singer in the world..."

"Er smash, er smash... Dad will help you pave the road, and no one can block your way!"
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