The Plow

The danger didn't end when Yue Dingtang and the others retreated.

Two men in black suddenly rushed in from the outside, one left and one right pounced on Yue Dingtang and Yang Chunhe.

One had a gun, the other a dagger.

The gunmen barely gave them any chance to react. It took only half a second to set the target on Yue Dingtang, then raised the gun to aim, and pulled the trigger.

The other party knew very well that Yue Dingtang's attire must mean the leader of the team. Without him, the other people, who were either women or traitors, would be leaderless and captured without a fight.

But he didn't expect that just after the bullet came out of the gun barrel, the man and the gun were knocked down to the ground by a huge impact from the side, and even the bullet deviated from the track, rubbing Yue Dingtang's cheek , nailed into the rear wall.

It was too late and then soon, the dagger-wielding man had already rushed in front of him, but Yue Dingtang pushed Yang Chunhe away with agility that didn't suit his injury at all, stretched out his hand to grab the dagger-wielding wrist, and with a yank, he kicked Yang Chunhe with his toe. The other party's knee, the other party groaned in pain, the dagger slipped down, Yang Chunhe was quick-sighted, and directly smashed the hammer in his hand, just like smashing a walnut, with a cracking sound, the other party screamed and fell down!

On the other side, the person who fired the gun was also firmly pinned to the ground by Ling Shu. The two quickly fought and the gun was kicked away.

Yue Dingtang wanted to move, but felt severe pain in his ribs, he couldn't help gasping, so he had to tell Yang Chunhe.

"Go get the gun!"

Just as Yang Chunhe was about to move, her ankle was grabbed, and she fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

The man in black who was Yue Dingtang's suspect randomly seized the opportunity to rush up to grab the gun, and was hugged tightly by Yang Chunhe's legs again.

The other party kicked Yang Chunhe's shoulder fiercely, she still refused to let go despite the severe pain, only her face showed the color of pain and struggle.

The one closest to the gun is Yue Dingtang.

He reached out little by little, but was always a little bit short.

Two meters, one meter, half a meter.

Another inch.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, and he felt that every movement of his body would bring toothache pain as he moved, but he couldn't get up, so he could only reach out like this.

When he was almost within reach, the man in black kicked Yang Chunhe away, jumped forward, grabbed the gun in his hand, and pointed the gun at him immediately!

No matter how calm Yue Dingtang was, his heart skipped a beat subconsciously, as if seeing the god of death coming.

A close call!

A figure descended from the sky behind him, Ling Shu threw him to the ground from behind, and the gun flew out again.

Several pairs of eyes involuntarily fixed on the pistol that was spinning in mid-air. Its whereabouts were related to the life and death of several people here.

Ling Shu firmly held down the opponent's shoulders and pressed him under him, but the opponent also grabbed his neck with such force that his eyes turned black, and he had no time to grab the gun again.

At the moment of life and death, there seemed to be a muffled sound coming from the eardrums, and he couldn't even tell whether it was the gun that really fired or his hallucination.

If it wasn't an illusion, who did the bullet fall on?

He couldn't feel any pain, only suffocation, his neck was tightly strangled, he couldn't breathe, his brain was buzzing, but his body was a little light, as if he was on the verge of death, and as if he was about to be released, he couldn't help himself.

Suddenly, the hand that grabbed his neck loosened.

He didn't react for a while, until the other party lay back, he lost his focus, and his whole body was limp on the ground. Although his eyes were open, everything he saw was dark, and the eye sockets were still hurting. The illusion of pinching out the eyeballs.

"Mr. Ling, are you okay?"

The voice of the false leader came, suddenly distant and near.

Ling Shu felt that he was shaking his head, but his body didn't seem to move again, wandering between chaos and sobriety.

He simply didn't think about it, and let himself lay flat on the ground at will, lazily stealing half a day's leisure.

Until he heard someone talking again.

"Mr. Yue, are you okay? Why is there so much blood!"

Ling Shu didn't remember where he got the strength to bounce off the ground, and rushed to the source of the sound.

"Yue Dingtang!"

His ears were still buzzing, so he simply yelled loudly, not knowing how high the volume was.

But he didn't wait for the answer and voice he wanted.

The man seemed to be dead, silently.

"Yue Dingtang! Where are you!"

The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, Ling Shu roared, almost roaring.

A hand holds his shoulder.

"here……"

Ling Shu took advantage of the situation to touch him, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

"How are you?"

He stretched out his hand to grope, half of the clothes were dry, half were wet and sticky, and he couldn't tell how much blood was stained on them.

Ling Shu's heart trembled.

He didn't dare to touch it anymore, for fear of touching a bloody hole and the life of the other party that was about to disappear.

But he couldn't close the hole, he could only hug each other tightly.

"I'm fine..."

"Don't talk, don't talk!"

In the darkness, he dared not let go.

As soon as he let go, Yue Dingtang would leave him.

They have been separated for many years.

There was no news for many years.

When Ling Shu saw the "Romeo and Juliet" on the bookshelf in the bedroom, and stroked the trunk under the sycamore tree of his alma mater, he might not have thought of Yue Dingtang, but it was only a bright color in his memory.

It may be wiped and refurbished from time to time, and the characters may be beautified due to the passage of time, but after all, it is just a memory, and it will never affect people in reality.

But one day, Yue Dingtang suddenly walked out of his memory and walked into his life.

The first reunion was not good, even full of gunpowder. The two faced each other tit-for-tat. Ling Shu lost a game. He saw Yue Dingtang's narrowness under his serious appearance, so he used his plan and pushed the boat along the way. They kept testing each other's bottom line, on the verge of tolerance Constant back and forth.

After the reunion, Yue Dingtang seemed to have more than one face. He wanted to explore the secrets of Ling Shu, and Ling Shu also felt that he was hiding his true self under the identity of a refined university professor.

But when did this temptation change in nature?

Ling Shu couldn't remember clearly.

Maybe it was in the Northeast, he was lying on the cold ground covered with straw in the dilapidated Taoist temple, when he saw Yue Dingtang coming in from the door, he was worried, with the word Lingshu written all over his face, and the sky was filled with colorful clouds and rainbows flying behind him.

Maybe he gave up his chance to live, and would rather die with the two of them hugging each other. In the silent tunnel, each other's bodies conveyed warmth and silent love.

From reuniting after a long absence to living and dying together, that gap was slowly filled, Ling Shu could no longer remember Du Yuning's smile, but remembered the figure behind the tree.

"You'll be fine, you'll be fine..."

He murmured, holding the body in his arms tightly, trying to share some of his lifespan with the other party.

"Persist a little longer, and I'll take you out right away, don't die, don't leave me alone!"

Yue Dingtang seemed to sigh, very lightly and powerlessly.

"I won't die."

"Don't talk!" Ling Shu felt a hot stream welling up in his eyes, and couldn't stop it.

His willpower is useless at this moment, and the previous experience of killing a bloody road can't make him play even a little bit.

Ling Shu felt powerless in his heart.

"I shouldn't be nosy. If I had known, I wouldn't have accepted the Feng family's entrustment, and I wouldn't have come here. It's all because of my risk-taking, which hurt you instead. Lao Yue, you promised me, and we will return to you in the future." For decades, you can't just leave me like this. If you're dead, where can I find another person to be taken advantage of, and what excuse do I have to go to your house for dinner?"

"It turns out that you are with me just because you want to have a meal with Yue's family..."

Yue Dingtang's tone became weaker and weaker, almost ethereal.

Ling Shu raised his head, afraid that the tears would fall on his face uncontrollably.

The shouts outside became more and more intense, and they were getting closer, but here the two men in black had been restrained by Yang Chunhe, and Ling Shu didn't hear them, and only focused on the man in his arms.

Yue Dingtang's words didn't make him laugh, but made him feel more bitter.

Even if I went to Yue's house for a meal, now that I think about it, it's a good time that I couldn't ask for.

"No."

He felt that he could control his tears, so he lowered his head and put his face against the tip of the opponent's nose.

Yue Dingtang's nose was a little cold, he rubbed it lightly, and it warmed up a little.

"I just can't say a lot. You know, I'm such a romantic and lucky person, how can I just linger on one tree?"

"Yes, it's all because of the good deeds of my ancestors and the smoke from the ancestral grave that I have the honor of having dinner at your house."

Yue Dingtang followed his words without any refutation.

Ling Shu smiled.

"Although your tree is a bit weird, and it's not the peach blossom tree I wanted, but I met it when I met it. What can I do? If you die, I can go to the New Forest openly."

"If I die, I can't stop you if you want to go, and I also hope that you will be as chic and happy as you are now for the rest of your life, and don't be depressed because of me."

"Stop talking nonsense, you won't die, Lao Yue, promise me to hold on, and I'll take you out right now!"

Ling Shu's arm was grabbed.

"I mean, if I'm dead, I'm not dead yet." Yue Dingtang's voice was a little helpless, "I just broke my leg, why are you cursing me to death?"

Ling Shu turned his head slowly, and after his eyes recovered, he was gradually able to see people.

Yue Dingtang's expression, no matter how you look at it, is innocent.

"Why didn't you say it just now?"

"You didn't even have a chance to tell me."

"Is it a sense of accomplishment to see me bursting into tears?"

"It's a little bit." Under Ling Shu's murderous gaze, Yue Dingtang laughed, "But the most important thing is that I can hear your inner thoughts. I think it doesn't matter if I die right now. Ling Shu , you have no chance to find any peach blossom forest in this life, and you are destined to be tied to this tree like mine."

There is a moment of life and death outside, and a moment of peace inside.

Yang Chunhe and Ying Huishou couldn't understand, so their surprised eyes couldn't move away from them.

But Ling Shu had no time to take care of it, his gaze was still focused on Yue Dingtang.

"Then the blood on your body?"

"It's all someone else's."

"No wound?"

"Some of them are traumatic, so it's okay."

"Mr. Yue, was it fun just now?"

"Cough, it's okay, and it can't be considered fun. I was really in pain just now and I didn't have the energy to talk, and you kept talking, and I couldn't interrupt you. Didn't I just find a gap and explain it to you?"

Yue Dingtang felt that if he didn't say a few more words, he would not die of a broken bone, but of domestic violence.

"Now let's find a way to go out first, and for the rest, I will make a good apology to you later?"

Although his tone was sincere enough, Ling Shu always felt that there was a smile in that tone.

After careful look and look, Yue Dingtang's face was completely innocent again.

Oh man.

Ling Shu sneered inwardly, snatched the gun from his hand, stood up, and strode outside, ready to vent all the raging anger that broke Yue Dingtang's other leg on the unknown hapless ghost.