purple mist

a few days ago.

Inside a food stall in Northwest China, there are a lot of people, and the boss and the waiter carefully wink and wink.

The boss's subordinates gestured a few times: You—dish—first—serve—give—that—table!

The waiter looked suspiciously at the big sauce bone in his hand, then looked at the big round table at the back, and pointed: Is this—the table—?

The boss quickly stretched out his two thumbs up, and winked with a beard and stare, telling the waiter to go quickly.

"Hi, your soy sauce bone is here."

The steaming big bones were on the table, shiny and oily, making people move their index fingers, but no one stretched out their chopsticks.

Xing Laohei directly pinched one of his paws and brought it to his mouth to take a bite, but then he glared at the waiter and shouted, "Hey, hey, what's going on? What's the matter?? You still want to do business? Do? Serve me cold dishes?!"

As soon as these words came out, the gangsters on the table immediately looked at the poor waiter with a murderous look.

The waiter couldn't laugh or cry, it was still steaming, how could it be cold?Isn't this talking nonsense with your eyes open?

He dared not speak out, so he kept turning his head to look at the boss.

But the boss was pressing his head down on the calculator, and he didn't mean to look up at all.

Just as the waiter was at a loss as to what to do with a group of grinning hooligans, the only man on the table who didn't look like hooligans, and was even very handsome, glanced at him indifferently. , seems to have a real coolness.

Afterwards, he took out a five-yuan note from his pocket and handed it to the waiter, saying indifferently, "Go get me a bottle of mineral water and ask your boss to give you a discount for this table."

The waiter promised repeatedly as if he was saved, grabbed the five yuan and ran away.

Xing Laohei wrinkled his face, but didn't say anything, and gnawed several mouthfuls of the stick bone in his hand as if angry.

Just because of the deep and three-dimensional facial features, the one sitting next to Xing Laohei is the suspended Lu Wei.

The people at the table stared wide-eyed, seeing that Brother Xing hadn't spoken, they had to bury their heads in their meals.

"Where did you come from?" Lu Wei looked down, condescendingly looking down at the three people squatting in front of him, with a cold tone.

The ripped jeans swallowed, looked at the bank card held in Lu Wei's hand, and said cautiously, "One...one for us, one for us."

"Cough, cough, cough." Xing Laohei suddenly turned his head away, and coughed several times abruptly, his ripped jeans hurriedly pursed his upper and lower lips.

Apparently an expression of not being able to say who it was.

A sneer flashed across Lu Wei's eyes, he took an unopened bottle of beer from the table, and threw it at the bottom of the ripped jeans without hesitation...

"--boom!"

The hops burst and splashed with the white foam produced by carbon dioxide, and the loud noise made the noisy food stalls fall silent after a few piercing screams.

The neighbors looked at each other, not knowing what happened.In the end, it was the boss who, with a smile on his face, bent over step by step, stepping on the beer foam and glass slag, and kept saying that it was all right and continued to eat.

The ripped jeans turned pale, because if the bottle of beer had been an inch higher, it would have... hit his head...

Lu Wei didn't pay any attention to Xing Laohei, who was ashen-faced. He brushed off the white foam splashed on his trousers, and said expressionlessly, "I don't need to know who it is. It's useful to say something."

The gutted ripped jeans still wanted to struggle, but when he looked up, he met a pair of cold, deep eyes.

Those eyes were like looking at a piece of rotten meat...with disdain.

After Lu Wei left, Xing Laohei looked at the direction where he left and slapped the ground viciously.

"Brother Xing, how can you tolerate this person so much?" A younger brother asked in puzzlement.

"Hmph." Xing Laohei's face was as good as the bottom of the pot, and he snorted coldly: "This bastard is a bloody hell, he..."

As if remembering something that he didn't want to recall, Xing Laohei swallowed back the words that followed, which whetted the appetite of the brothers.

His greasy eye sockets rolled, and he grinned disgustingly with his leaky front teeth: "But he won't be arrogant for long, little brother..."

……

"That's it for now."

Lu Wei took Xue Han's arm and looked at it carefully for a moment, then put the first aid kit back into the cabinet.

"Craftsman, Police Officer Lu." As a young expert who forgets the pain when the scar is healed, Xue Han raised his carefully bandaged arm to look at it, and whistled limply.

Lu Wei curled his lips with his back turned to him, and wrote lightly: "It's not as good as you, a professional 'craft' artist, I haven't had a complete life."

He purposely bit the word 'hand' a bit harder, emphasizing that Xue Han's right hand is full of disasters.

Indeed, since Lu Wei met Xue Han, this hand has not been intact.First, he was kidnapped by Zhang Zichen, and he got hanged after playing a game of grabbing a white sword with his bare hands.

And now...

Xue Han shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and retorted: "This only shows that getting along with Police Officer Lu is too useless, and Police Officer Lu can't do both..."

Before the word "de" was uttered, the atmosphere in the bedroom with the curtains closed seemed to be ambiguous again and again.

Looking at each other, Xue Han fell silent under Lu Wei's gloomy gaze, and touched his nose to cover up the rare embarrassment, as if the person who was blowing the hooligan whistle just now was not him, Young Master Xue.

Lu Wei looked at the top of Xue Han's head and thought it was funny. Isn't this bastard's reflex arc a little too long for this kind of thing?

All the things that happened in the bathroom just now, like a shadow puppet show, went over and over again in Xue Han's mind intelligently and automatically.

Different from the superficial touch in the clear water and blue sky, the scorching breath and intertwined body fluid, Lu Wei's presumptuous palm was so hot during the siege, that the shower that was accidentally knocked open and the water that flowed out was cold water. illusion……

hand……

Even his cool body temperature seemed to be on fire.

--wrong.

Xue Han suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly put a few huge exclamation marks on certain issues of principle in his mind.

——What kind of hero is passive? !Let that boy Yanlingyi know, why not laugh him to death? !

Thinking of this, his transparent pupils gradually darkened, and when he raised his head again, he had recovered the cynical look that Lu Wei had when he first saw him, with a lingering smile on his lips, and he patted Lu Wei gently suggestively. Pat the quilt.

It has to be said that the handsome face that has lost its youthful temperament coupled with such a suave behavior really kills a girl's heart.

But Lu Wei's deep gaze moved downwards, and stayed on Xue Han's lips that had been smacked several times.

In the end, he turned his eyes back, smiled very shallowly, and said "sleep for a while" before leaving the guest bedroom with his long legs.

He didn't forget to close the door for Xue Han.

Xue Han sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed and looked at the closed door, his handsome eyes were full of suspicion.

After a while, he suddenly thought of something and raised his eyes to look at the wall clock on the wall. He immediately laughed and said to himself leisurely: "The sky is bright and bright, so you are quite reserved, Officer Lu?"

……

What Lu Wei never expected was that Xue Han would sleep directly from the noon of the previous day to the early morning of the next day.

It happened to be New Year's Eve that day, and Lu Wei called his mother Lu Wenqin early. The vice-captain Lu, who was about to stand in his thirties, had a serious face, opened his eyes and said nonsense that he had a mission. I won't go back for New Year's Eve dinner.

His tone was so serious that no trace of falsehood could be heard.

When he hung up the phone, Xue Han, who just happened to get up angry, staggered on his cotton slippers and walked into the living room, and said weakly, "Officer Lu is going on a mission?"

Lu Wei paused for a moment, then let out a "huh".

He raised his eyebrows and watched Xue Han open the refrigerator with ease, and took out a bottle of soda water and a matching lunch box from it.

Lu Wei knows why his refrigerator is getting more and more empty for no reason.

The microwave oven is buzzing, and there is a man who can come and go freely in the house. He will consciously heat up the meals he has left for him, and then sit sleepily at the dining table to fill his stomach. His eyes would look at him with a half-smile, and he would call himself "Officer Lu" in a drawling tone.

In a trance, Lu Wei felt an inflated sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"Officer Lu?"

It wasn't until Xue Han lazily called him again that Lu Wei raised his usual indifferent eyes: "Why?"

"Since yesterday..." Xue Han played with the spoon like a seesaw, and said casually, "You don't seem to dare to look me in the eyes?"

Lu Wei was stunned for a moment, as if there was a wave in his eyes hitting the reef, and then calmed down.

His gaze moved up naturally, but within a few seconds he gently looked away, and said a little stiffly: "Is there such a thing?"

"Hey~" Seeing Lu Wei's interesting reaction, Xue Han raised the corners of his lips thoughtfully, and said seriously, "Then no."

The laziness and playfulness in that tone made Lu Wei frowned slightly.

He stepped forward to put away the empty fresh-keeping box, and calmly said with the rushing of the water: "Change clothes, get ready to go out."

"Huh?" Xue Han stopped drinking water, then he half-closed his eyes and pointed to himself, confirming: "Me?"

"Besides you, is there another person here?" Lu Wei glanced at him coldly.

"Aren't you going on a mission?"

"Ah."

"Then you still let me go out?"

"Ah."

"..."

After half an hour.

"Officer Lu, I think I need an explanation."

Out of place among the bustling crowd in the supermarket, Xue Han, who looked like an idol out of the street, lifted up his peaked cap, hooked down his sunglasses, and hung them on his tall nose so that they could not fall off, in the strange eyes of passers-by He squinted at the people around him.

"Explain what?" Lu Wei calmly took a box of beef from the shelf, checked the date and freshness, put it in the cart, and asked very naturally, "Do you want hot pot or stir-fried vegetables?"

"...Hot pot." Xue Han answered with a sleepy expression, and still honestly took a box of shrimp from the seafood shelf next door and put it next to the beef.

As a result, Lu Wei picked up the box of shrimps again, looked at it and said calmly: "I was suspended for investigation. Today's task is to buy vegetables for the New Year's Eve dinner."

After all, he put the box of shrimps back and took the bigger and more expensive deep-sea prawns next to him.

"You..." Xue Han froze, and suddenly realized why Lu Wei didn't go to work these two days.

In all his plans, there was no criminal policeman named Lu.

So much so that he himself didn't even realize how much his big moves had affected Lu Wei's career and life...

But Lu Wei was just calm and indifferent as usual, while raising his hand to push back the brim of his hat, he asked unhurriedly, "Is there anything else you want to eat?"

The corners of Xue Han's lips were pursed flat.

It was as if the softest heart had been lightly brushed by someone.

It's itchy, it's sore, and it's... an unknown feeling.