Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

The other party bitterly begged Ji Fanfan to take him to buy medicine. Ji Fanfan didn't want to talk to him at first, but he couldn't stand this person's soft-heartedness and stalking.

In the end, Ji Fanfan took him to buy the medicine smoothly, and said indifferently: "I have bought the medicine for you, can you let go?"

The foreigner showed his big white teeth, completely ignored his indifferent attitude, and said to himself, "Dear God, I really met a good man! My dear, what's your name?"

Ji Fanfan uttered a word in Chinese depressedly, "annoying."

The foreigner couldn't understand what he said, and thought Ji Fanfan was talking about his name, so he quickly took out his phone, "Honey, do you have WeChat, I want to add you."

"I don't have WeChat."

"Why? Isn't WeChat a very important communication tool here? I even registered it specially, dear friend. I just want to leave your contact information to thank you. I'm not a bad person."

Ji Fanfan was speechless, "I didn't bring my mobile phone."

The foreigner smiled, "It's okay, just tell me your mobile phone number, I'll search and add it~"

Ji Fanfan looked at him strangely. A foreigner who can't speak Chinese well is so familiar with the use of WeChat...

He gave his number impatiently.

The foreigner poked his finger on the phone for a while, but suddenly found that the number Ji Fanfan reported was already his friend.

His eyes widened in disbelief, looking back and forth between the phone and Ji Fanfan's indifferent face, and then he slammed the phone right in front of Ji Fanfan's eyes, almost getting Ji Fanfan's face into the phone.

He shouted in shock, "My friend! Is this WeChat account yours!?"

Ji Fanfan's first reaction was that his screen was too bright, it almost blinded his eyes.

He turned his head and pushed the phone screen away with his hand before looking at the dazzling screen.

Seeing that the foreigner's mobile phone screen displayed his WeChat homepage, Ji Fanfan was stunned. When did he add friends with this foreigner?

The foreigner danced happily, "Dear Fan, I am Snoke! We are so destined!" He extended his hand to Ji Fanfan enthusiastically, and said in broken Chinese, "Brother, hello!"

Ji Fanfan thought for a while before digging out this person from the corner of his memory. He was not interested in shaking hands with him, so he just responded lukewarmly, "Yes."

Snoke didn't care about his attitude at all, and was about to hug him happily, but Ji Fanfan took a step back, "Sorry, I don't like to be in contact with others."

Snoke blinked, although he was helpless, he expressed understanding, "Okay."

But as soon as this sentence was finished, he pulled his arm affectionately again, and said miserably: "Fan, do you know that I have been looking for you recently? You don't even have WeChat, so I can't contact you .”

As he spoke, he turned over the chat records and showed it to Ji Fanfan, "Look, I sent you so many messages, but you haven't replied to me all this time, I'm very sad."

Ji Fanfan pulled his hand back uncomfortably, and said neither sad nor happy: "What do you want from me?"

"Good thing! Fan!"

Ji Fanfan was not interested in the good things he said, but he was more curious about one thing, "Don't you know Chinese on WeChat? Why is your spoken Chinese so poor?"

Snoke approached him with a smile, "Isn't there translation software? Fan~"

Ji Fanfan was particularly uncomfortable with him always coming to touch him, so he said indifferently: "...I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Fan, you wait for me, I finally found you, I am in a hurry to find you!"

Snoke followed him all the way from the pharmacy to the ward, during which time he kept asking this and that, Ji Fanfan responded perfunctorily and then stopped talking.

After walking around the ward for a few times, Snoke turned his attention back to Ji Fanfan, "Fan, what happened to your right hand?"

Ji Fanfan's eyes dimmed, and his voice lowered a little, "It's useless."

Snoke's eyes widened suddenly, "It's useless! How could it be!?"

Ji Fanfan didn't talk much, because out of the corner of his eye he saw two more policemen coming to the door.

The two policemen didn't know what was wrong, they stood at the door and checked the ward number carefully before entering the single ward.

When they saw Ji Fanfan, their expressions were even weirder. One of the policemen muttered to his companions, "This person is the victim of the alley case last time, right? ..."

Ji Fanfan gave them a cool look.

The other policeman immediately coughed heavily to interrupt his companion's complaints, straightened his expression, and faced Snoke, "Excuse me, did you meet a drug dealer?"

Seeing the policeman talking to him, Snoke immediately stood up, but his face had a helpless and innocent expression that didn't match his tall and burly appearance, and he looked at Ji Fanfan for help.

Seeing him looking at Ji Fanfan, the two policemen also turned their eyes to Ji Fanfan suspiciously.

Ji Fanfan: "..." He just wanted to be quiet for a while, why is there something about him...

So, under the watchful eyes of the three of them, Ji Fanfan was forced to work as an interpreter for them again.

After the police understood the cause and effect clearly, they not only left Snoke's contact information, but also Ji Fanfan's contact information.

Ji Fanfan, who is world-weary, has only one word for this: "annoying".

After finally sending the police away, Ji Fanfan poured water for himself with a kettle in his left hand, while Snoke, who was very familiar behind him, lay sprawled on his bed, and said with emotion: "Fan, the police in your country are so serious and responsible. Is it?"

Ji Fanfan didn't turn his head back, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't understand."

Snoke looked at him mournfully, "Fan, can you write with your hand? You can type, but you can't move at all? Or is your left hand not flexible? Are you left-handed?"

The series of questions he posed were things that Ji Fanfan didn't want to think about, nor did he want to answer.

Ji Fanfan's pale face became much colder, but the other party acted as if he hadn't seen him, and continued to ask after him.

Ji Fanfan opened the window with his unskilled left hand, and the cold wind outside the window poured into the room, making Snoke shiver from the cold.

Ji Fanfan's voice was full of confusion, "I don't know..." He no longer thinks about the future, he doesn't even know if he will be alive tomorrow, or what to do.

Snoke looked regretful but still tried to fight again, "Fan, do you know the Russian writer El?"

The sky did not know when there was a drizzle of rain. The rain was very small and thin, and there were no traces of raindrops if you didn't look carefully.

Ji Fanfan stretched out his hand and held the small raindrops with his hands, stubbornly preventing them from mixing into the muddy water.

He stared blankly at the raindrops falling on his palm, and absently replied two words, "I know."

His voice was so shallow that Snoke could barely hear it when it was swept up and scattered by the wind.

Snoke continued his efforts: "Have you watched his "The Rose and the Boy"?"

"Ah."

Hearing this, Snoke quickly turned over and sat up, crossed his legs, and looked at Ji Fanfan's back with sparkling eyes, "His book is going to be translated into Chinese, and many publishing houses are competing, but El is very interested in translating his book." The conditions put forward by people are very strict, if his conditions are not met, he will not give out the publishing rights."

Ji Fanfan looked up at the gray sky, "So you're looking for me?"

Snoke nodded heavily behind him, and didn't care whether Ji Fanfan could see it or not, and continued: "Do you still remember the text I asked you to translate in the group last time? It was posted according to El's intention! And I read your translation very carefully, and your ability is particularly in line with my expectations."

As he spoke, he leaned forward excitedly, "I also mentioned you to El, and he expressed his willingness to see you!"

Ji Fanfan withdrew his wet hand from the rain, and looked back at the chatterer indifferently.

Snoke was still in high spirits at first, eager to persuade Ji Fanfan to give it a try, but under his calm gaze, he gave up again, and his excited tone lost all momentum, and he said weakly: "I want to say, if you Yes, can I go to Russia to meet El..." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was ready to be rejected.

After all, his hands are useless, and his mood is so low. It is somewhat immoral for him to ask him to work now.

Snoke hung his head in despair. In the long silence, there was a low reply——

"it is good."

Snoke raised his head abruptly and said in shock, "You agreed?!!"

Ji Fanfan's hand hanging by his side still had rain dripping down his fingertips, and every drop that fell on the ground turned into a flower desperately blooming.

He looked at the distant sky, with a little emotion in his eyes, it's better to go out for a walk, than to live like a walking dead like this, and he gave the answer again, "Yes."

Snoke was so excited that he seemed to have won 500 million. He quickly jumped out of bed and leaned over to look at Ji Fanfan's face. He seemed to have seen the scene where El signed the publishing rights to him. If he hadn't considered Ji Fanfan's injured hand, he I really want to hug him and kiss him, "Dear Fan, I love you so much! With you here, El will definitely give me the publishing rights!"

Ji Fanfan looked at him indifferently, and asked on a whim, "You are Russian, why do you want to grab the Chinese publishing rights?"

Snoke smiled meanly, "I have a cooperative publishing house here with you, let me tell you about my business plan—"

Ji Fanfan turned around, didn't want to hear it, and also regretted what he just asked, but it was obviously too late, Sonke is a chatterbox, and once he opened the chat box, he began to chatter endlessly.

He was talking excitedly, Ji Fanfan listened absent-mindedly, and at the end he slapped his thigh, "It's still early, Fan, can you go to Russia with me right now?"?