Red Dust Tune: Cherry Falling King's Heart

"Huh—" Zhong Wanjun surfaced and wiped his face with his uninjured left hand.The wound on his right shoulder was soaked by river water, and the pain clearly spread to his brain.But Zhong Wanjun is not in the mood for these things now, the explosion wave just now was too big, and he and Qing Ying were scattered away.

"Qing Ying!" Zhong Wanjun shouted Qing Ying's name loudly, but there was no response.Zhong Wanjun plunged back into the water, groping in the dark for Qingying in the dark river, and finally couldn't hold his breath before he floated back to the surface to take a breath.After going up and down like this several times, Zhong Wanjun finally found Qing Ying who was choking on water and fell into a coma.

"Qingying! Qingying!" Zhong Wanjun lifted Qingying's head out of the water, calling her name repeatedly.

Seeing that Qing Ying didn't respond, Zhong Wanjun hugged her and went to the shore with a burning heart.This river flows through a mountain in the suburbs, and there is a small house on the mountain, which Zhong Wanjun is planning to use for shelter.Zhong Wanjun knew that his trick of feigning death might not be able to fool those US agents who were watching outside. To be cautious, they would definitely check the planes, ships, trains, etc. going out these days, because as usual, In other words, after feigning death, he must flee to a safe place as soon as possible.So Zhong Wanjun planned to hide in this hut for a few days first to avoid the limelight before returning to England.

After Zhong Wanjun dragged Qingying ashore, he patted her face: "Qingying, wake up!"

Qingying choked on water and was in a coma. Zhong Wanjun saw that he couldn't wake her up, and didn't care about the defense between men and women, so he put his hand into Qingying's clothes without hesitation, and unwrapped her *chest* The underwear on the wall prevents Qingying's breathing movement from being restrained by external forces; then kneels on the ground with one knee and bends the other, puts Qingying's abdomen on the bent knees, and presses her back hard.Qingying spit out some water, but not much.Seeing this, Zhong Wanjun immediately put Qingying back on the ground, straightened her head, and started artificial respiration for her.

"Qingying, I beg you, please wake up quickly, okay..." Zhong Wanjun patted Qingying's face, "Qingying, wake up quickly...you can't die, you promised me You want to stay with me for the rest of your life, you have nothing to do...I beg you, please spit out the water quickly, please...don't leave me..." Zhong Wanjun was so focused on Qing Ying that he didn't notice himself at all His voice was trembling, and his heart was flustered like never before.

Zhong Wanjun bent down and gave Qingying artificial respiration again. After repeating this several times, Qingying finally responded.

"Ahem..." Qingying coughed up some water again, and said in a daze, "Wanjun..."

Seeing Qing Ying wake up and turn around, Zhong Wanjun breathed a sigh of relief, and the strings that had been tense all the time were also loosened.He hugged Qing Ying close to his arms: "Thank God you woke up...Qing Ying, fortunately you are fine, fortunately you are fine..."

Qing Ying felt that her head must still be in a dazed state, otherwise how could she feel that Wan Jun's voice was choked up.

"Wanjun...you hold me too tightly..." Although enjoying Zhong Wanjun's embrace very much, Qingying couldn't help but speak weakly. She felt that if she continued to hold me like this, she would have to die if she didn't drown. Suffocated to death!

"Cough...Sorry, I didn't notice..." Zhong Wanjun let go of Qing Ying in embarrassment.

He helped Qing Ying to stand up: "Let's go up the mountain quickly, there is water in the house there, you can take a bath." He looked at Qing Ying: "Can you still go? If not, I will carry you."

Qing Ying shook her head: "I'm fine, besides, your shoulder is still injured."

"Then let's go."

"okay."

With such a movement, Qingying realized the strangeness in her body.She looked at Zhong Wanjun subconsciously, with doubts in her eyes.After Zhong Wanjun came to his senses, his face turned red "shua", luckily it was in the dark night, Qingying couldn't see clearly.

He stammered and began to explain: "That... I didn't mean it... Really, I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to breathe... Yes, I'm sorry... But I really didn't see anything..." Falling, Zhong Wanjun wanted to slap himself to death, why is he so ignorant of the art of speaking?He really didn't see anything, but why did he say it so like 300 taels of silver here?

Qingying obviously also thought of this level, her face turned red immediately.

Zhong Wanjun saw that the more he explained, the more chaotic he became, he simply shut up and turned his back to Qingying, so that Qingying could sort it out by herself.On the way up the mountain, neither of them was embarrassed to speak to each other again.

After entering the house, Qingying realized that the place is really simple, about [-] square meters, the bathroom is separated, and there is no independent kitchen at all.

Just as Zhong Wanjun wanted to ask Qingying to take a bath and change out of his wet clothes, Qingying hurriedly pushed him into the bathroom: "You wash first, and I'll change your dressing after washing, your wound can't Procrastinate any longer."

"Hey..." Zhong Wanjun stood in the bathroom with an innocent face, he hadn't picked up his change of clothes yet!Unexpectedly, in the next second, Qing Ying handed in a set of clean clothes: "Don't let the water get wet." She also instructed carefully.

Zhong Wanjun touched his nose and resigned himself to taking off his clothes.

It is troublesome for an injured person to take a bath. Originally, a boy would take a bath for 15 minutes, but Zhong Wanjun had to take care of his shoulder injury. By the time he came out, half an hour had passed.

Qing Ying has been doing her own things outside.After roughly drying, she sorted out the medicine cabinet and inspected how much food was stored in the room.Hearing Zhong Wanjun coming out, she turned her head and said, "Are you okay?"

"En." Zhong Wanjun sat down on the bed while wiping his hair.He was only wearing trousers, and his upper body was naked, so that Qing Ying could apply the medicine conveniently.

"Be patient, it may hurt a little," Qing Ying said, opened the medicine box, took out cotton wool and alcohol and began to disinfect Zhong Wanjun's wound.While sterilizing, I thought about it: "If you continue like this, your injury will not heal until the year of the monkey. After that, there will be no dangerous movements, right? Your injury must be taken care of, otherwise I am afraid that you will turn around and get serious. This arm will have to be Scrap!"

Zhong Wanjun couldn't help smiling, how could it be so serious!My heart is warm.

Disinfecting, applying medicine, bandaging, Qing Ying was careful in every movement, for fear of hurting Zhong Wanjun.Although Zhong Wanjun is not afraid of pain, but because he doesn't want him to feel pain, the feeling of being held so carefully like a treasure has never been for Zhong Wanjun.Although the two were not completely out of danger, Zhong Wanjun's heart had unconsciously relaxed, immersed in the tenderness given by Qingying.

"Okay." Qingying raised her head, only to realize that Zhong Wanjun had been staring at her.She was a little embarrassed, quickly packed the medicine box, and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Ah? Oh." Zhong Wanjun came back to his senses and found out a set of clothes for Qingying, "Well... I didn't prepare girls' clothes here, these are my clothes, you can just wear them as you please, wait Change your clothes after they are dry tomorrow. Oh, yes, and I’ll give you this too.” He handed a hair dryer to Qingying, his face flushed, and he meant something in his words: “For small pieces of clothing, use this You should be able to dry it by blowing it, there is no dryer here, so you can just let it go." You can borrow jackets and trousers, but you can't borrow some clothes, and there are some girls' clothes, even if he wants to borrow them, he doesn't have them.

Qingying understood Zhong Wanjun's implication, her pretty face was as red as the scorching sun in June.She took the things Zhong Wanjun handed over, her head was sullen, and she rushed into the bathroom without saying a word.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Zhong Wanjun heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and found a T-shirt to put on, and when he turned around, his head seemed to explode with a "boom"!

The reason is very simple. As we said before, this room is very simple, and the so-called bathroom is separated by a piece of white cloth.The white cloth was already thin, but when the lights were turned on again, Qing Ying's graceful figure was fully reflected on the white cloth.

Zhong Wanjun stared blankly at the shadow on the white cloth, feeling that all the blood in his body rushed to his head, his eyes blinked, and two tubes of nosebleed flowed down...

There is no way to stay in this house! !

This was Zhong Wanjun's only thought after he came back to his senses.He almost ran away and escaped from this hut.

The weather is fine tonight, with a bright moon and few stars.The moonlight shone faintly in the forest, but there was a little more tenderness in the coldness.Zhong Wanjun squatted in front of the house, wiped off the blood on his face, and looked up at the starry sky at a 45° angle.

Maybe there is also a little bit of worry about the balls...

Nonsence!What kind of image of a literary young man is this?Does this kind of melancholy suit our handsome Bingshan guy Zhong Wanjun?

So in fact, Zhong Wanjun's mind is still full of the blood-pumping scene just now.

Zhong Wanjun, you pervert!Zhong Wanjun spurned himself in his heart.Don't you like Lei Ting?But what are you thinking about right now? !Also, now that the crisis is not over, where do you come from thinking about other things? !

After scolding himself, Zhong Wanjun began to recite the scriptures silently to meditate. In this way, the distracting thoughts in his mind gradually subsided.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhong Wanjun heard Qingying's voice. "Why are you squatting outside?" Qing Ying was unaware of Wan Jun's self-criticism just now, she poked her wet little head out of the window, and asked curiously.

Zhong Wanjun said nonsense: "Catch the shade." Now he is a little afraid to look at Qingying.

"Oh." Qing Ying didn't doubt that he was there, she nodded and retracted her head.It is summer now, there is no air conditioner or electric fan here, no wonder Wan Jun has to go outside to enjoy the cool.

After staying outside for a while, Zhong Wanjun got up and went into the house.He saw that Qingying was wearing her baggy clothes, the cuffs and trousers were rolled up several times, she looked a little... pitiful.Zhong Wanjun's face was stained with a bit of a smile, but when he saw Qing Ying's dripping hair scattered behind his head, the smile faded away and changed into a frown: "Isn't there a hair dryer? Dry, it’s cold in the mountains at night, be careful of catching a cold.”

Qing Ying pouted and shook her head like a rattle: "I don't want it, it's too hot." The hair dryer here doesn't have a cooling fan, and it's full of hot air. Once you blow your hair, you will definitely sweat, and the shower will be wasted.She paused, then said, "Didn't you blow it too?"

Zhong Wanjun choked with anger: "Can this be compared?! My hair is several times shorter than yours!"

Qingying rolled her eyes at him: "If your hair is as long as mine, then you're a shemale!"

Zhong Wanjun was so angry that he just shut up.He obviously cared about her, how did it develop into such a meaningless conversation later on?

Zhong Wanjun sat down on the bed, and took out his mobile phone to check.Fortunately, his private mobile phone is waterproof, so it's fine to soak it in the river.

After turning on the machine and checking, Zhong Wanjun frowned suddenly, and said "um", with doubts in his tone.

Qingying was combing her hair, when she heard Zhong Wanjun's voice, she turned her head: "What's wrong?"

Zhong Wanjun said without raising his head, "There is no signal."

Qingying "cut": "You still expect to have a mobile phone signal in the mountains!"

"No," Zhong Wanjun frowned, "I didn't receive a signal that the chip exploded here. Because there is no way to put explosives in the chain, I fiddled with the chip. If the chip blows up, the sensor should There should be a signal sent to my mobile phone. But now there is no response..."

Qing Ying put down the comb, walked over, and sat down next to Zhong Wanjun: "Could it be that the sensor was blown up before it could send a signal?"

Zhong Wanjun shook his head: "Impossible. I have imagined this situation, so the program I set up for the sensor is a signal that the chip is bombed, and the sensor is also bombed. I will receive a signal that the sensor is damaged. Yes. But now there is no response..."

Qing Ying guessed: "Could it be because the hanging chain is too small, so it was lucky that it didn't get blown up?"

Zhong Wanjun's face was a little heavy: "Impossible, my house has explosives even in the walls, which are quite heavy. Taking a step back, even if so many explosives did not blow up the hanging chain, the subsequent fire should It should also be able to burn the chip..." Speaking of this, Zhong Wanjun had a bad feeling in his heart: If there is no luck, then someone got the chip before it was destroyed!Who will it be?Those US agents watching from the perimeter?

Zhong Wanjun put away his phone: "Anyway, I'll go to the scene tomorrow to see."

Qing Ying objected: "No, we escaped with great difficulty, it's too dangerous for you to go back rashly like this!"

Zhong Wanjun patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, although this room is simple and shabby, it still has all the necessities, and the materials for changing the appearance are also available here. I will go to change the appearance tomorrow, so don't worry."

"But..." Qingying wanted to persuade her again.

"Okay," Zhong Wanjun interrupted her, "Trust me, nothing will happen."

Qingying didn't give up: "Why don't I go? I'm relatively unfamiliar to those American agents, and it's even worse after the disguise."

"Absolutely not!" Zhong Wanjun objected this time, "You are not as experienced as I am in dealing with those US agents. Besides, your combat power index is also far behind mine, and your marksmanship is even worse. I found out that you have no ability to protect yourself."

Qing Ying lowered her head sullenly, Zhong Wanjun was right, she can't do anything, she's just a burden!But... "But you are still hurt." She muttered.

Zhong Wanjun smiled, this gunshot wound is really nothing, the gun that Moran gave him back then was called dangerous.He himself didn't care about the gunshot wound, but someone would always be worried and sad because of this wound. This feeling of being worried by others is amazing!

"Okay, I'll be fine." Zhong Wanjun promised, but he forgot that any promise he made would be compromised when Lei Ting encountered it.The danger of tomorrow's trip far exceeded his expectations.

The two chatted for a while, Zhong Wanjun urged Qing Ying to dry her hair.When everything is settled and it is time to go to bed, a new problem arises——

In this small room, there is only one single bed!

In line with the principle of a gentleman, Zhong Wanjun said: "You can sleep on the bed, I will just sleep on the floor."

Qingying immediately objected: "No! You have to go out tomorrow, and you have injuries on your body. If you sleep on the floor, you will not be able to rest well! If you don't have enough energy, it will not be good for your trip tomorrow, or your wounds!" When Wan Jun spoke again, she decisively said, "That's it!"

Zhong Wanjun stared blankly at Qing Ying finding out a straw mat and spreading it on the floor, then took a blanket, took off the shoes, lay down, and covered the blanket, it was considered a floor spread.The speed was so fast that Zhong Wanjun was afraid that he would open his mouth to object.After Zhong Wanjun regained consciousness, Qing Ying had already closed her eyes, assuming she was sleeping.

Seeing that Qing Ying was always thinking of herself, and still wronged herself so much, Zhong Wanjun felt very uncomfortable: He was the one who caused Qing Ying to suffer, Qing Ying should have stayed in the air-conditioned room, watched idol dramas, and talked to her boyfriend or best friend. The phone, comfortable, instead of following him in this kind of place, drowning, laying on the floor, suffering and suffering are not counted, but also worrying about it!

Zhong Wanjun said hesitantly, "How about...you take the pillow away? This way you can sleep a little bit more comfortably."

Pillow?How uncomfortable is it to sleep without a pillow?Qing Ying firmly shook her head in her heart, not letting Wan Jun sleep uncomfortably.She said: "No, I like to sleep on my arm." In order to prevent Zhong Wanjun from saying anything else, she said: "You are very noisy, I want to sleep now!"

Zhong Wanjun sighed, unable to take Qingying.After placing the pillow, I turned off the light and went to bed myself.

woohoo hoo...

woohoo hoo...

The wound on the shoulder has been soaked in the river for so long, it is almost impossible not to get inflamed.Although he took anti-inflammatory drugs, Zhong Wanjun developed a low-grade fever in the middle of the night.Zhong Wanjun naturally couldn't sleep well, he woke up and slept, tossing and turning.

And Qing Ying, who was sleeping on the ground, naturally couldn't sleep well either.How many children in modern cities have slept on the floor?They are basically petite children who grew up sleeping with Simmons.Qingying slept with her arm on her pillow, but her arm couldn't stand it anymore, so she pulled her hand out in a daze, and turned over to sleep again.So - "Boom!" Well, he hit his head on the ground, directly waking Qingying awake.

Qing Ying was in pain but subconsciously did not dare to cry out, for fear of disturbing Zhong Wanjun's rest.She held her breath and listened carefully. After realizing that Zhong Wanjun hadn't moved, she felt relieved, wrapped the blanket tightly and curled up into a ball to sleep.In the following time, she didn't bump her head again, but when she turned over, she couldn't avoid bumping into elbows and the like, bumping and waking up and sleeping, and finally caught by the half-asleep Zhong Wanjun in the middle of the night.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Wanjun poked his head out of the bed and looked down.

Qing Ying retracted into the blanket: "It's okay."

Zhong Wanjun sighed, he knew it would be torture for a girl to play on the floor.He thought for a while, and finally stretched out his hand to pull Qingying up from the ground: "Go up and sleep."

"Huh?" Qing Ying was pulled up by Zhong Wanjun, still rubbing her eyes, "Then what should you do?"

Zhong Wanjun has a headache, what a silly girl.He said, "Let's sleep together."

sleep together? !

Qing Ying stopped rubbing her eyes just like that.

Zhong Wanjun said: "This bed is a bit small, let's make do with it." His hands were so cold, it was his negligence.Even in summer, it was cold in the mountains at night, and she was still sleeping on the ground as a girl. If she really slept all night, it would be no wonder she didn't catch a cold!

Qingying was so stiff and was pulled onto the bed by Zhong Wanjun.

The single bed needs to sleep two people, and it is two adults. The only way is to sleep in the arms.

Zhong Wanjun leaned sideways, exposing his injured right shoulder, and held Qingying in his arms with his left arm.Sensing Qingying's cold body, Zhong Wanjun frowned in the dark, and a distressed feeling spread throughout his body.This silly girl, why make yourself suffer so much!

Qingying huddled in Zhong Wanjun's arms, feeling Zhong Wanjun's abnormal body temperature: "Wanjun, do you have a fever?"

Zhong Wanjun was vague, not wanting to worry Qing Ying: "It's nothing."

He didn't hear Qing Ying's answer, Zhong Wanjun thought she was dozing off, but after a while he heard a soft "ta, da" sound coming from his arms, and realized that was not the case.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" Zhong Wanjun asked in a panic, sitting up and wanting to turn on the light.

"I'm sorry..." Zhong Wanjun was stunned by Qingying's crying apology.

"Why do you have to apologize?" Zhong Wanjun didn't turn his head around.

Qing Ying replied sobbingly: "I...I'm too squeamish...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure

It turned out to be for this matter.Zhong Wanjun thought it was funny, but felt guilty at the same time.He hugged Qing Ying: "Fool, I was the one who got you in trouble first. You don't have to suffer with me."

"I am willing." Qing Ying said sullenly in Zhong Wanjun's arms.

"You are willing to bear hardships!" Zhong Wanjun rubbed Qing Ying's hair, but felt sour and astringent in his heart, but also a little sweet.

"But if I hadn't been busy looking for you that night, you wouldn't have been shot and injured just because you left the house." Qingying always believed that she had hurt Zhong Wanjun and made Zhong Wanjun mess up.

Zhong Wanjun laughed: "If you really want to say this, if I didn't go to Tibet, or didn't save you a few months ago, you wouldn't have known me so early, and you wouldn't have been involved in my trouble step by step. In progress."

"That's different..." Qing Ying hurriedly raised her head to refute, but stopped after speaking halfway.She paused and said, "Forget it, I can't tell you about it. You'd better go to bed early, you need to rest. "

Zhong Wanjun knew that there was a knot in Qingying's heart about this matter, but there was no rush to untie it at this moment, after the matter was over, they would have plenty of time to talk slowly. "Okay, go to sleep." He lay down again with his arms around Qing Ying.

Qing Ying was like a well-behaved kitten, quietly nestling in Zhong Wanjun's arms, listening to his heartbeat, feeling his breathing, and only yawned a little after Zhong Wanjun fell asleep peacefully. Drilled into his arms, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.But even though she was sleeping, Qing Ying didn't dare to sleep too deeply, Wan Jun was still having a fever after all, so she didn't dare to take it lightly.

As for Zhong Wanjun, hugging Qing Ying's cool body, he felt that the temperature on his body seemed to have eased a lot, and he was very comfortable. After sleeping in the second half of the night, he slept extremely peacefully and sweetly.

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