Oxidation reaction

"Don't go."

Fang Congxia looked at Xiao Zhou with no expression on his face, and his tone remained unchanged: "Tell him, saying sorry is useful, what do you want the police to do?"

After speaking, he opened the door and walked in, ignoring Xiao Zhou's surprise.

Apart from Ruan Nanshen's interview, Fang Congxia still had several interview drafts in hand. He borrowed Lao Wu's hair dryer from the camera crew next door to dry his hair, and then turned on the computer to start working.

After typing on the keyboard for 2 minutes, the mobile phone placed on the corner of the table came to the vibration notification of the message push. He randomly swiped and opened it to read, and it was the update of the post posted by Ruan Nancan on the Z forum.

"I know it's useless to be sorry, you can punish me however you want..."

A little bored floated between his eyebrows, Fang Congxia closed the post, turned his phone to silent, and looked like he didn't hear anything outside the window.

In the hall downstairs, Ruan Nancan was still stubbornly standing by the front desk.

Because of the rain, his hair was limply against his forehead, the tip of his nose was red, his lips were blue and white, and he looked embarrassed and pitiful.

The process of waiting for the trial was not pleasant. He lowered his eyes, his curled eyelashes were clumped together, and his fingers unconsciously clasped the marble platform. The cool feeling passed through his fingertips, as if eroding his little confidence.

Xiao Zhou walked heavily, sighed softly, conveyed Fang Congxia's original words to Ruan Nanshen, and patiently persuaded him to go back and change clothes and take a bath.

"Xiao Xia, he... he is too busy, so he has no time to see you.

Don't wait for him, go back and change clothes and take a bath, don't catch a cold, it's hard to be sick in this weather, I caught a cold a few days ago..."

The expected answer, but Ruan Nancan's heart still felt tingling, and the long and unbearable bitterness slowly dissipated against the tip of his tongue. He lowered his head and listened quietly to Xiao Zhou's kind nagging.

He skipped class, and he didn't bring anything with him except his mobile phone.

Even if he wanted to make an apology according to the manual, there seemed to be nothing to offer.

After a few hours, Xiao Zhou finished nagging, Ruan Nancan nodded with his lips tight, thanked Xiao Zhou, put his hands in his pockets, and left the lobby of the YK newspaper office slowly.

It was still raining outside, he was standing under the eaves, clutching his cell phone at a loss, the current situation was beyond what he could solve.

He stared blankly at the falling raindrops for a while, then turned to Ruan Beichuan's phone, hesitated for a few seconds, and dialed it.

Today is Friday, and Ruan Beichuan's high school is still in class. It coincides with the mid-term exam. The phone rang for a while, and the mechanical female voice began to broadcast bilingual Chinese and English that no one answered.

The phone hung up automatically, Ruan Nancan didn't call again, he ran to the bus stop where he was waiting for Fang Congxia last time in the rain, curled up his legs on the seat, holding his phone in a daze.

The yellow buses come and go, the passers-by with umbrellas are hurrying, he feels sad and confused, his memory is like a ray extending wirelessly, Fang Congxia in school uniform stands at the apex of the ray, and he clumsily chases forward by the end of the ray , but always lost direction.

At the age of 17, Ruan Nancan found a book on the third floor of the Z University Library called Love at First Sight.

With an inquiring mind, after spending the whole morning reading, he understood the meaning of love at first sight.

It was a British love novel. At the end of the story, the male protagonist who was already in his twilight was sitting alone on a bench in the park with a dark green lady's silk scarf beside him. He looked at the sky and smiled slightly, whispering: " Me and Chris, it was love at first sight."

When reading this, Ruan Nancan thought that his opponent Cong Xia was not love at first sight, but probably just the favor of the weak after receiving help.

As for how it will change in the future, he still doesn't understand.

But no matter what the process is, the final result still points to the path of unrequited love, and this path is destined to be bitter and difficult.

About half an hour later, Ruan Beichuan called. After listening to Ruan Nancan's complicated and illogical narration, he fell silent for a rare moment. After a few seconds, he cursed and said exactly the same thing as Fang Congxia .

"You really are an idiot."

Ruan Nancan opened his mouth, lowered his eyes in frustration, feeling frustrated and sad, twisted his fingers, and whispered: "I know, you don't need to repeat it."

Probably very angry, Ruan Beichuan didn't make a sound for a long time, and after a while, he said impatiently to Ruan Nancan: "Wait for me there, brother help you find a way."

Hang up the phone, and 10 minutes later, Ruan Beichuan appeared near the building of YK Newspaper with an umbrella in his hand. He looked around and found the idiot Ruan Nancan who was hiding under the bus stop sign. Stepping over, he yelled at her head and face.

"Are you stupid, Ruan Nancan, who told you to soak him in the rain? Will Fang feel sorry for you if you make it like this? In the end, why don't you bother me to take you to the hospital?"

Ruan Nancan pursed his lips, did not refute him, and hugged his knees tightly, with a pitiful look of being bullied and afraid to speak.

"You can still call me brother in the future, it doesn't look like a brother at all!"

Ruan Beichuan glared at Ruan Nancan, threw his schoolbag to him expressionlessly, and strode into the YK newspaper building with his hands behind his back.

Falling into waiting again, Ruan Nancan became anxious again, but this time Ruan Beichuan did not let him down.

Fifteen minutes later, Fang Congxia came out behind Ruan Beichuan with no expression on his face.

Ruan Nancan's eyes suddenly lit up, like weeds blown up by the spring breeze, wanting to pounce crookedly.

The author says:

Xiao Ruan's Diary: My brother is amazing (???_??)?