Chapter 15
"I'll take her there."
Fang Zhao was a little surprised to hear the familiar voice.
She raised her head and saw An Huainan walking towards her.
Because he was in mourning, An Huainan wore a black T-shirt and jeans of the same color. The black accentuated the aura he exuded, making it more serious and undeniable.
For a moment, the world seemed to be quiet, and everyone automatically made way for him, allowing him to carry Fang Zhao away.
By the time Fang Zhao realized what was happening, he was already being held in his arms. It turned out that simply nestling in An Huainan's arms, breathing in his unique scent, could bring him such peace of mind.
It’s great to have him around.
Fang Zhao really wanted to sink into this state. Sometimes it was really good to be an ostrich, focusing only on the current feelings, not caring about the so-called future, and not caring about the other person's mood.
I really want to spoil myself like this.
"What's going on?"
After An Huainan finished all the formalities, he hurried back, wanting to spend more time with her in the physical education class. But as soon as he arrived at the stadium, he saw Fang Zhao being pushed and falling to the ground.
Fortunately, he came back early.
Seeing Fang Zhao injured, his heart ached. If only he could get hurt for her.
"It was a malicious revenge."
Fang Zhao sighed. She never hesitated to assume the worst of her countrymen. Furthermore, Bao Jing's intentions this time were too obvious. She couldn't think of any other reason besides revenge.
He looked up and saw An Huainan staring at him seriously. Knowing that he was worried, Fang Zhao changed his tone to a relaxed one.
"Don't worry, it's just a twisted ankle, it's nothing serious."
"sorry."
When these three words came out, Fang Zhao was stunned.
"What does it have to do with you? It wasn't you who caused me to fall."
An Huainan didn't say anything else, but his expression became even more serious. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."
Mom was right. This time, he could no longer bear all the responsibilities by himself like he did ten years ago. Now that he had chosen this person, he had to give her everything he had, whether it was good or bad, and bear it together.
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"It's okay, just a small problem."
An Huainan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the school doctor's diagnosis.
Fang Zhao didn't realize that when she was put on the bed, she subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes. Just like when she was a child, whenever she felt scared, she would subconsciously grab the corner of the clothes of the person next to her.
An Huainan looked down at Fang Zhao's tightly clenched hand, curled his lips, and his mood was obviously much better.
"Come on, classmate, relax, I'll help you massage it."
"Relax, don't fight my hand."
How could Fang Zhao relax? The place where the school doctor pinched was exactly where it hurt the most.
"Does it hurt if I turn like this?"
Fang Zhao was about to nod when the school doctor twisted her ankle with lightning speed.
Before Fang Zhao could even cry out in pain, he heard the school doctor say, "It's done."
This school doctor is actually an expert in bone setting.
"You can walk normally these days, but don't run. You can't stop walking because of the pain. Proper exercise will still help the foot injury recover."
An Huainan secretly wrote down the school doctor's instructions.
It was class time and the entire campus seemed empty. The two of them didn't even run into many people on their way back.
The school infirmary was next to the playground, quite far from the classroom. Fang Zhao had a difficult time walking as he dragged his injured leg.
Halfway through the walk, she looked at An Huainan for help.
"The doctor said that walking more will help the wound heal."
Well, she was worrying too much. Fang Zhao continued to limp forward.
"But you can rest for a while before leaving."
Passing by the small garden, An Huainan suddenly picked up Fang Zhao and carried him horizontally and walked towards the small garden.
"Hey, this is a school!"
Fang Zhao felt her body lighten and subconsciously glanced around. Although she was already 28 years old, it was still ten years ago, and they were still students. She still had to have the consciousness of a student, okay?
An Huainan didn't answer, but put her on the stone bench where they often sat.
"Didn't you say that walking more would help with recovery?"
"You're walking too slowly."
"Well, this can't be blamed on me, right?" Fang Zhao was speechless.
However, she did not reject An Huainan's behavior and felt like she was favored by the domineering president.
Just when Fang Zhao was becoming infatuated with her, An Huainan suddenly stood up and hugged her from behind.
Fang Zhao wanted to turn around, but he was holding her so tightly that she couldn't move.
"My mother died."
An Huainan buried his entire face in Fang Zhao's neck. Fang Zhao could even feel his unique breath spraying on his skin, which was a little hot.
"I don't have a mother anymore."
An Huainan suddenly cried like a baby, and all the grief he had been suppressing for days burst out.
He did the same thing ten years ago. He handled all the funeral arrangements by himself, went to various departments to apply for various procedures, and then returned to school alone.
He had no time to grieve, nor could he grieve. The word "sadness" was too luxurious for him.
On the night he returned to school, he went to their classroom to look for her. Through the window, he saw her standing next to Wen Bo, saying something while smiling in a deliberately flattering manner.
He looked at the dazzling light, turned around and walked into the vast night. He sat on this stone bench until the evening study ended and he had to go back to the dormitory.
"Actually, I understand that death is a relief for her. She's always longed to be reunited with her father. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have been able to hold on for so many years. But I also want her to be by my side. Zhao, am I being so selfish?"
Fang Zhao didn't know how to comfort him, so he reluctantly reached out his hand and patted the arm that was around his neck.
"It's okay, you still have me."
After saying this, Fang Zhao felt a little regretful. What use could she be? An Huainan was most concerned about Li Yihong. After thinking for a moment, he added, "There are still many people who love you."
Someone once said that we feel death is so far away because our parents stand between us and death. When our parents are gone, the loneliness of life has just begun.
Because we need to face many things alone, especially death.
Neither of them said anything else. Fang Zhao just let him hold him and vent his emotions.
The weather is very good today, early autumn weather, with a gentle breeze, not a trace of heat, very cool. The leaves sway in the wind, as if soothing the wounded soul.
After a long time, An Huainan let go of Fang Zhao.
"Let's go back to the classroom."
An Huainan put on an indifferent expression again, as if the person just now had never existed.
Fang Zhao burst out laughing, "I still think the way you hugged me and cried just now was cuter."
An Huainan's face flushed, but soon returned to normal.
"It seems that the injury has healed. I don't need to help you anymore."
When Fang Zhao saw An Huainan take a step forward with his long legs, he hurriedly grabbed him with a flattering smile on his face.
An Huainan was very satisfied with the result and let her pull him and slowly move back to the classroom.
Because of a foot injury, Fang Zhao exchanged beds with Xue Qingxue, who was sleeping in the lower bunk, these days.
These days, I can't go anywhere except in the classroom or the dormitory.
During the break, all the classmates went out for a run, leaving Fang Zhao alone in the classroom.
That’s the advantage of not having to do morning exercises.
After everyone left, Fang Zhao went to the bathroom and walked back slowly, only to find that there was one more person in the classroom.
Bao Jing is on her period these two days, so she doesn't have to run exercises.
Although Fang Zhao's workplace rule is to avoid people you don't like, she still wants to talk to Bao Jing.
After taking the college entrance examination once, I realized that it is not worth it if you let your feelings during the preparation period affect your future.
A heartbeat during adolescence is nothing, and missing someone, let alone someone who is not worthy, doesn't seem to be a big deal either.
Based on Fang Zhao's ten years of work experience, as long as you are strong enough and stand on a high enough platform, you will be able to meet more people. There is really no need to be heartbroken because of such gains and losses.
"Baozi." Fang Zhao walked to his seat and turned around. "Can we talk?"
Bao Jing didn't expect Fang Zhao to come and talk to her on his own initiative. She looked at her impatiently, lowered her head, and dozed off on the table.
"I know you're listening." Fang Zhao thought for a moment and continued. "I don't like Wen Bo anymore. If you mind, I can stop talking to him from now on. But I don't want this to affect the two of us. Senior year is already exhausting, and if we continue this 'female competition', we'll be in trouble."
Fang Zhao hates "female competition" the most.
When she was at work, she met such a female colleague - Jin Shuixu.
Jin Shuixu looks a bit like Bao Jing, both are chubby, but he is much more scheming than Bao Jing.
At that time, there were only five people in the entire office: the minister, the deputy minister, a young man and their two female comrades.
When he first arrived at the office, Jin Shuixu was quite enthusiastic, but he was always secretly trying to make things difficult for Fang Zhao.
She still remembered that the director had assigned the office supplies procurement task from Sister Jin to herself. As a newbie, she naturally didn't understand the tricks. And Jin Shuixu had no intention of teaching her.
It happened that their director had a meeting that afternoon, and the printer's toner cartridges had just run out. The director sent a message to Fang Zhao, asking her to hurry up and have the supplier deliver the cartridges.
Fang Zhao didn't even have the supplier's contact information, so she asked Jin Shuixu, and Jin Shuixu said wait, she just had to go out on a business trip.
As a result, I waited until the afternoon when it was almost time to get off work.
The minister's documents have been printed in other offices, and the toner cartridges for their office have not yet been delivered.
She remembered that the minister was very angry at the time and asked Fang Zhao where the toner cartridges were sent.
Fang Zhao felt aggrieved, but as a newcomer in the office, she didn't want to offend anyone right away, so she didn't say anything and let the director vent his anger.
With ten minutes left before the end of the shift, Jin Shuixu returned from a field trip. The first thing he said when he saw Fang Zhao was, "Oh, look at my memory! Did I send you the supplier's contact information?"
She was so enthusiastic that it seemed like today's incident was just an accident, and she really had forgotten about it. Fang Zhao even began to doubt whether he was overly malicious in his assumptions about his colleagues. Perhaps she had really forgotten about it?
Later, many things happened. Although they were all trivial matters, Fang Zhao could feel obvious malice every time. However, the male comrades in the office always didn't care about this kind of malice.
For example, when Fang Zhao was talking to people in the office about a hot topic on a certain book, Jin Shuixu would say sarcastically, "Fang Zhao, you actually still have time to read a certain book. It seems that your work is not sufficient."
For example, when Fang Zhao was on a business trip and got off the bus at a coffee shop, she would occasionally buy a cup of coffee and bring it back to the office. When Jin Shuixu saw this, she would say, "Fang Zhao, you're so nice to yourself. You even buy a cup of coffee when you're on business trip."
For example, when Fang Zhao wasn't sure what to do with a task assigned by the minister, he'd ask Jin Shuixu, but she'd always ignore him. Then, when the minister was about to lose his temper, she'd suddenly stand up, like a "rescue hero," and say, "Fang Zhao, you should do this and that, and that's it."
At this time, the minister would roll his eyes at him. Fang Zhao understood what he meant by, "Look at them, then look at you, you can't do anything right."
That job was not her specialty, and Fang Zhao just couldn't use her strength to make everyone shut up, so the first year after she started working was really passive. Being scolded and working overtime became the norm. Her originally lively personality also became very silent that year.
"Also, Wen Bo's dream is to go to a certain electronic university in Hangzhou. If you really like him that much, you can apply to the same university as him. I have no interest in that university and will definitely not disturb you two."
Fang Zhao turned around and said that she had said everything she needed to say. As for what would happen to Bao Jing and Wen Bo in the future, it was not her concern.
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