I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

The wound was about two fingers wide, the middle one was the deepest, and blood was slowly leaking out. The surrounding wounds stopped bleeding, and the color changed from red to black. If you look carefully, there are still fine sand around the wound.

Ran Yuanxing frowned. Looking at Nan Yirong's state just now, he thought the injury was not serious, but it turned out that it was all flesh.

Because the wound was inconvenient to clean directly with gauze, the female doctor used alcohol and iodophor alternately to wash the stains around the wound.

This taste is not easy to calculate, the pain like a sharp knife erodes the brain instantly, Nan Yirong clenched his teeth to prevent himself from crying out in pain.

When he was in the 29th century, wounds of this degree did not need to suffer from this kind of suffering. There was no need to go to the hospital, and household robots could clean the wound and apply medicine painlessly.

"Okay." After tossing and tossing for a while, the female doctor applied a thick layer of plaster on him, and gave him instructions on precautions. Finally, he prescribed a few boxes of plaster for him to apply on time every day, and then let the two of them leave.

On the way back to the classroom, both of them were silent. After finally crossing a small path, Ran Yuanxing couldn't help but ask, "Who hit it?"

"Liu Mingdong."

"Liu Mingdong? Those sports students? Why do you have conflicts with them?"

When Ran Yuanxing asked, the scene of Nan Yirong meeting a girl in the gymnasium and the box of chocolates that split in half suddenly flashed into his mind...

He suddenly understood why Liu Mingdong wanted to fight with Nan Yirong.Now the whole grade knows that Liu Mingdong and Xu Yinuo are getting close, and they are spreading the news of their relationship.

After these words, the two fell silent again. When they passed by a big tree full of peach blossoms, a gust of wind blew for no reason, and the petals fell on their shoulders.

Ran Yuanxing turned his head slightly, and a dangling pink petal just landed on the tip of the nose of the boy beside him - the bright red and cold white instantly crashed into Ran Yuanxing's eyes, scrambling to occupy the space in his mind.

He was in a daze, when suddenly he heard the boy say, "How much is the ointment? I'll transfer it to you later."

Ran Yuanxing snapped back to his senses, "No need."

Nan Yirong looked sideways, and Ran Yuanxing lowered his head and touched his nose like a cover-up.

There was another silence, and when he was about to reach the teaching building, Ran Yuanxing suddenly stopped and called out "Nan Yirong" softly.

Then he stopped talking and just stared down at the plaster in his hand in a daze.

Nan Yirong didn't know what he meant, so he had to stand still.

After a long time, Ran Yuanxing clenched the plaster in his hand, made a rustling movement from the plastic bag, and then slowly said: "You guessed right last night, the person who jumped off the building like Hu Minmin...is my mother, I told you You are different, it was too late when I rushed over, and I didn't catch anything."

His tone was calm at the beginning, but he slowly trembled after speaking, "I was just like that, watching her fall from the balcony on the sixth floor, I was useless and couldn't save her."

Nan Yirong was shocked. He didn't expect the truth to be like this. He thought it was Ran Yuanxing who had seen a family member jumping off a building in front of him when he was a child, and had a stress reaction. He didn't expect that he wanted to save him but couldn't.

And this person is his mother.

Seeing that he started to tremble again, shaking the bag of ointment that weighed nothing, Nan Yirong quickly grabbed his hand and said in a deep voice, "Ran Yuanxing, calm down!"

Ran Yuanxing still couldn't stop trembling, his eyes were slack, and he stared at the front absently, as if he had fallen into the memories of the year again and couldn't extricate himself.

Nan Yirong had to turn his head over his head, look into his eyes, and said seriously word by word: "Ran Yuanxing, listen to me, you are not useless, you are just powerless. There are many times when we are powerless, so there will be It's a pity, so I have to work hard to live.

I think your mother must regret saying goodbye to you in this way in heaven now. You will only make her feel more guilty, so let's cheer up, shall we? "

When he was a child, he heard adults comfort him more than once. The police who rushed to the scene told him to "sorry, you are still young, please be well." The neighbors and relatives told him "it's not your fault, it's your mother." You can't think about it yourself, you have to study hard to make your mother feel at ease."

But no one comforted him like Nan Yirong, telling him that his mother just chose the wrong way to say goodbye.

"You..." After Nan Yirong finished speaking, Ran Yuanxing didn't respond at first, thinking that he was still blaming himself, but he didn't expect to see the boy's eyes turn red in the next second, and a tear rolled down from the corner of his eyes, and he was instantly dumbfounded.

Ran Yuanxing turned his head immediately. He took two deep breaths to suppress the soreness in his heart. When he looked back at Nan Yirong, he had a smiling face again. He walked forward first, "Let's go back to class, don't The get out of class bell will be rung soon."

Nan Yirong looked at his back and sighed.

Until last night's self-study, the two of them didn't communicate much, but the atmosphere was not as tense as it was in the morning.

Hu Minmin went home, and there were only the two of them in the same classroom for evening self-study. This time, Ran Yuanxing sat opposite Nan Yirong. While he was doing his homework, he kept paying attention to Nan Yirong from the corner of his eye.

When he treats a person with sincerity, his ability to observe words and feelings will rise to the point where the other person feels like a spring breeze: Nan Yirong didn't say much throughout the evening self-study, and Ran Yuanxing put what he wanted in front of him;

Even with a slight frown, Ran Yuanxing came over and pointed to his topic to explain.

After one night of self-study, not only all the homework is done, but the mood is also very comfortable. Nan Yirong walked back to the dormitory humming a song.Ran Yuanxing held his plaster and Chinese textbook in his hand, and smiled as he listened to his out-of-key humming.

Sending people back to the dormitory all the way, Ran Yuanxing said: "I'll come down after packing up, don't run to take a shower alone."

Nan Yirong nodded.

Ran Yuanxing came down quickly without making Nan Yirong wait too long. He helped Nan Yirong get clothes and a basket neatly, and followed Nan Yirong to the bathhouse below.

Wang Zixun and the three saw that Ran Yuanxing was serving Nan Yirong like he was serving his father, and they couldn't say a word.

After entering the bathroom, Nan Yirong originally wanted to have a cubicle by himself, but before the curtain was closed, Ran Yuanxing had already stepped in.

Nan Yirong looked at him: "?"

"When the doctor tells you to take a bath, don't get your left arm wet. It's inconvenient for you to take a bath with one hand. I'll help you." Ran Yuanxing lowered his head and touched his nose. He didn't know why, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

Nan Yirong frowned.

Ran Yuanxing raised his hand to promise: "I will never look around, I am a straight man, and I like women."

"..." Nan Yirong was speechless.

Ran Yuanxing smiled at him, his peach blossom eyes were very sincere, and they blinked like stars in the sky.