After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

After waking up, Lan Tang and Mochizuki Liuli were quickly kicked out of the rescue station.

Although this place was shabby, it looked like a shack made of wood and rags, and the bed was just a randomly built straw mat.

But for the injured, it is not easy to find a place to lie down.

The endless stream of injured patients filled the entire rescue station, and beds were in short supply.

If Wangyue Liuli had not been still in a coma, the two healthy people who had not suffered any injuries would have been kicked out long ago.

Lan Tang directly picked up Wangyue Liuli and let her sit in his arms.

Liuli reacted quickly, lowered her head, and used her long hair to cover her face, effectively reducing the attention from people around her.

She and Lan Tang are so outstanding in appearance.

Yokohama was already in chaos, and after the explosion, it became easier for human traffickers and smugglers to take advantage of the situation and kidnap beautiful children.

In the chaotic Yokohama, it is more difficult for children to survive than adults.

There were people doing simple identity registration at the import and export areas. In fact, Yokohama was a well-known chaotic place, and 80% of the people had no ID or had forged ID.

This explosion actually registered many homeless people.

It's also a kind of black humor.

While waiting in line to register, Lan Tang leaned close to Wangyue Liuli and asked quietly, "Sister, do you still remember your name?"

Wangyue Liuli's face was close to his cheek. She shook her head with an inaudible movement, nodded, and said softly,

"I don't remember the last name, but the pendant on the knife says Liuli."

As she spoke, she took out Yagen Toushirou from the pocket of her dress and gestured to Rantang to look at the jade pendant on it.

Yokohama is too chaotic, and it is easy to get robbed if you carry a bag.

So before coming here, Mochizuki Ruri specially bought a dress with big pockets and directly burned the colored ground with five family crests.

The Yagen Toushirou is eight inches and three centimeters long, about thirty centimeters. It is actually more convenient to tie it around the thigh, but it is easier to pull it out for self-defense if put in a pocket.

Lan Tang looked at the jade pendant and nodded, "Then let's call it Lan Tang Liuli, okay?"

Liuli responded softly, then asked him, "But isn't your brother's name Rambo?"

She pointed to the words on the hat and read in perfect French, "Arthur Rimbaud."

Lan Tang opened his eyes wide in surprise and asked with a smile, "Liuli can speak French?"

Liuli nodded and thought for a while before saying, "I seem to be able to speak the languages ​​of several countries..."

As she said this, she looked at Lan Tang without blinking, testing his reaction.

Being able to speak multiple languages ​​is a standard requirement for spies.

If Lan Tang still had any doubts in his mind, he would definitely be wary of this.

But he didn't.

His golden-green, melancholy and cold eyes were filled with a special emotion.

It is an indescribable joy and pure attachment.

"I'm glad you're willing to share what you remember with me."

"I can speak several languages, so we are more alike."

"Liuli, would you like me to give you a French name?"

"Also, please give me a Japanese name."

Wangyue Liuli looked at him in a daze.

A person's name is the intersection between her and the world. The name Wangyue Liuli is both a blessing and a bondage.

It was a past that she didn't want to admit nor could she deny.

Isn’t a new name a complete farewell to the past?

She gently held Lan Tang's face and looked directly into his eyes. "Zuizhou, is this name okay?"

The poem "The Drunken Boat" was written by the poet Arthur Rimbaud when he was conceiving the theory of spiritualism.

In a sense, it is an interpretation of the collection of colored paintings and the title of psychic.

She chanted,

"Morning light is so sad,

The whole sun is bitter,

The whole moon is bad.

The bitter love fills me with a drunken stupor,

Oh, that my keel were broken!

May I be buried in the sea!*"

Lan Tang's heart seemed to be on fire. An inexplicable heat spread from the bottom of his heart, driving away the coldness in his body.

His eyes and brows are so gentle that he looks more like a poet.

"Adele, Adele Rimbaud, my angel sent to the world, you are my Nightingale."

Lan Tang held Liuli in his arms, walked up to the registration staff, and said the names of two people.

"Then we'll be family from now on."

"Sister, please give me some advice."

"Brother, please give me some advice."