Oxidation reaction

Fang Cong had a dream in the summer night.

The dream scene is composed of a simple and dilapidated thatched cottage in the countryside, a chicken coop surrounded by a brown wooden fence, and piglets purring in a pig pen.

The sun was slanting to the west, he was wearing a white waistcoat and black cotton and linen pants, and he walked into the small courtyard with a rusty hoe on his shoulder.

The kitchen only had the leftovers that had been hurriedly stewed in the pot when he left in the morning. He squatted by the stove, ate with boiling water, took off his clothes after a simple wash, and lay down on the bed to sleep.

In the middle of the night, the rooster crowed, and an unusually cold wind blew outside, which blew the wind chime he hung by the bed, and then, with a creak, the old wooden door was pushed open a gap.

Fang Congxia turned over in his dream, and the thin quilt slipped off, revealing his half-naked wheat-colored chest.

A hand oozing with cold air was attached to it, caressing it up and down in a random way, the touch was cold and sticky.

Fang Congxia shivered, opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the long red dress that seemed to be dripping blood and the long black hair that was still dripping with water.

He unconsciously held his breath, and shrank back tremblingly while clutching the thin quilt.

In the next second, the woman pressed his chest, brushed away her long hair with bone-like fingers, and slowly burst into a strange smile on her pale face.

Fang Congxia didn't have time to react. A few seconds later, that face suddenly turned into Ruan Nancan's. His eyes were wide open, his pupils were black and deep, and his lips were slightly parted. Are you not angry anymore?"

"Buzz-"

The phone next to the pillow buzzed and vibrated, and he woke up suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar curtains, wallpaper and wardrobe, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

just a dream.

Fang Congxia comforted himself, feeling lucky to survive the catastrophe, but at the same time felt strange, how could he dream about the nightmare related to Ruan Nancan for no reason.

But the scene in the dream was too horrifying, and he didn't want to relive it again.

He sat up, turned off the mobile phone that was still vibrating because the alarm clock was still vibrating, stared at the electronic wall clock on the wall for a few minutes, stood up, took off his pajamas soaked in cold sweat, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Warm water fell down the shower, Fang Congxia shook her drenched hair, and squeezed a large ball of shower gel to scrub her body.

While washing his chest, he remembered the sticky feeling of being touched by "Ruan Nancan" in his dream. He glanced down to see between his legs, and thought of the moment when he was pinched by Ruan Nancan in the movie theater.

When being held, Fang Congxia's first reaction was to be frightened.

But after the fright, there is only surprise, and a little indescribable sense of wonder.

He was twenty-five years old, and no one or anything had touched it except his own hands.

Ruan Nanshen's hands are small and soft, the palms are warm and dry, and the hand strength is also weak. It is said that it was an unintentional move, but it is more like a provocative hint.

However, the person involved solemnly explained what kind of popcorn to get, and even said such nonsensical words as "squeeze it back", which is outrageous.

Fang Congxia rinsed off quickly, put on a loose and comfortable T-shirt and trousers, and went to the sink to dry her hair.

Amid the roar of the hair dryer, he heard the chatter of a video call ringing from his cell phone in the bedroom.

He adjusted to the maximum wind power gear a little irritably, and accelerated the blowing speed.

When he walked over, the video had already been hung up. He clicked on it, and Ruan Nancan's profile picture appeared at the top of the APP, and there were five video requests displayed in the dialog box.

In view of the nightmare before waking up this morning, Fang Congxia didn't want to see Ruan Nancan for the time being, but just as he was about to swipe right to delete, Ruan Nancan sent a sixth video call request.

He frowned, hesitated for a few seconds, and connected to Ruan Nanshen's call.

The screen froze for two seconds, and Ruan Nancan's face appeared in the camera.

He just woke up, still wearing childish light blue Doraemon pajamas, with a few stupid hairs on the top of his head, looking silly and confused.

He waved at Fang Congxia, showed a silly smile, and greeted Fang Congxia loudly: "Good morning!"

Fang Congxia gave a cold "hmm" and looked at him with no expression on his phone.

Ruan Nanshen didn't care, he still looked very excited, and asked him with bright eyes: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Speaking of this, he didn't know why, he paused for a while, bit his lips, lowered his eyelids, and said to Cong Xia in a very soft voice: "I slept very well last night, and I also dreamed about Zai Zai... …and you."

"Oh."

Fang Congxia snorted coldly, without any ups and downs, and said, "Thanks to you last night, I was dying."

"Ah..." Ruan Nancan's eyes widened in astonishment, he stared at Fang Congxia for a few seconds, then suddenly said "Oh", and asked uncertainly: "Congratulations, are you not dead? "

"Then I still have to thank you, don't I?" Fang Congxia asked back with a dark face.

Ruan Nancan fell silent, his brows were twitched in distress, and he fell into deep thought, as if Fang Congxia's question had troubled him a lot.

After a while, maybe 2 minutes, he pursed his lips, looked at Fang Congxia hesitantly, and said in a low voice, "No need, I didn't help you much either."

"........."

I can't talk today.

Fang Congxia took three deep breaths, managed to calm down, and said, "What are you calling me for?"

Ruan Nanshen was stunned for a moment, "This, it's... the editor's sister invited me to participate in the newspaper's weekend camp."

"Do you agree with me going?" He looked at Fang Congxia with that kind of cute and harmless eyes, looking pitiful and innocent.

"I don't agree and you don't want to go?"

"Yes."

Fang Congxia thought that you would listen to me again at this time, he looked at Ruan Nanshen with a half-smile, and said, "Then I don't agree, don't go."

"Ok."

Ruan Nancan lowered his voice, his eyelids half drooped, his eyebrows drooped in frustration, as if he was about to cry, "Then I won't go."

"…………"

The author says:

Sad news: the manuscript is gone + the exam is coming soon = the update is not regular

(Humble wood said that it will try to ensure that it is updated four times a week)

Good news: Xia Xiazi and Ruan Ruan are about to enter the next stage!