Mountains and seas have a home

They went back to their home on the 7th floor of apartment 26. They were neighbors, and they entered that door after leaving this door.Fu Zhong didn't turn back and enter his house until he sent Ji Yao into the room. Before taking off his combat uniform, he first turned on the computer, found the loan application form of the Central Auditorium and filled out a copy.The auditorium was not open for non-important occasions, so Fu Zhong had to borrow a few other small halls, and stated that he would borrow the piano of the symphony orchestra.

After finishing all this, he turned off the computer and sent a message to Ji Yao on the tablet: Are you asleep?I have already borrowed the piano from the art troupe, and I have borrowed the space in the side hall of the auditorium, and I will be able to use it after the review is completed tomorrow.

—How could you borrow the venue so smoothly?

— I have friends who are the head of the art troupe, and there are people in the cultural and sports administration department, just let them pay attention.This is the first time I have borrowed the auditorium in the time bureau alone, and I have borrowed the entire hall.

While changing clothes, Ji Yao looked at the message that popped up on the floating screen. Now that there is no one at home, he can laugh freely.Ji Yao piled the bulletproof vests, joint protectors, coats, and liners that he took off on the table, and leaned against the table with his sweaty upper body naked, replying to Fu Zhong's message: Why do you have so many friends?The Time Bureau is full of people you know.

—These are all acquaintances, no deep friendship, just acquaintance.My best friends are only those eight, and many people met through them.Be like the fourth child, she is very good at playing the oboe, and you can often see her when the symphony orchestra performs at the annual meeting.

-oh.Is she a staff member in the art troupe?

— She's not, she's from the Executive Ministry and serves in the drone unit.

Ji Yao supported the desktop with one hand, and typed on the floating screen with the other.He didn't take off his pants, black tactical pants wrapped around his legs, the belt was tightly tied around the waist, and the ends of the trousers were tucked into short boots.A layer of sweat broke out on Ji Yao's body. At this time, his skin was completely exposed to the light, and it shone brightly, as if coated with a layer of olive oil, as bright as charcoal facing a candle.Those fine beads of sweat evaporated in the cool air, causing him to tremble, making him realize that his six sense organs were not exhausted and he was annoyed by the five desires.

While chatting with Ji Yao, Fu Zhong went to the bathroom to unload the heavy equipment on his body, and his gun was placed on the cabinet outside.After Fu Zhong took off his upper body clothes, he turned on the faucet and poured some cold water to rinse his face and arms. The water went straight into his body with a chill, which made Fu Zhong feel very comfortable.He propped himself in front of the mirror and stared at his own face. His young face and reliable eyes showed an aggressive spirit, which made people know that he was a man with a bright future.

He wiped off the water on his face and hands with a dry towel, and looked at the clock on the screen. It was two hours before the reveille was blown.It was a toss up tonight, no one in the time bureau had a good night's sleep, but Fu Zhong was used to it.He served in the combat unit, so he had to be ready to wake up from his sleep, put his gun on his back and go to the front line to fight.

Ji Yao left him a message, which seemed to be the end of the chat: go to bed early.

—I'm not going to sleep.

-What do you want to do?It's not good for your health to stay up all night.

Fu Zhong just wanted to follow Ji Yao's words. After seeing his news, he immediately smiled triumphantly, walked up and down in the bathroom a few times, and pretended to reply calmly: Sir, you really care about me.I can sleep well today.

Ji Yao on the other end was immediately stimulated so that his head became hot, and his muscles tightened involuntarily.He was stunned in front of Fu Zhong's words, arched his back, covered his face and rubbed it vigorously, and couldn't help laughing anymore.His face was bright red, and his happy mood made his body temperature rise, his ears were red hot, and his eyes were shining, as if he was about to shed tears.Even if there was no one at home, he didn't dare to laugh out loud, because he knew that the magic power of Fu Zhong was so powerful, he would be able to hear his own voice quietly!

It took Ji Yao a while to reply: I'll just say it casually, who can't be polite?

—What the chief says is one thing, but what I think is another.Two different things, no delay.

Ji Yao couldn't compete with him, his head was still hurting, and Fu Zhong's words made him even more dizzy.Ji Yao touched his neck, took off the thin necklace at the collarbone and put it in a place where it would not get wet, and replied: I still have something to do, goodbye.

Fu Zhong didn't say anything, and bid farewell to him consciously.After seeing Fu Zhong's reply, Ji Yao turned off the floating screen, closed the bathroom door and took a shower.He put hot water in the bathtub, intending to take a good bath to relax.Ji Yao unfastened his belt and trousers, and waited until the water in the bathtub was almost deep, then raised his calf to test the water temperature with his toes.He threw detergent and perfume into the water, and then sat down while leaning on the edge of the pottery. The warm water with a strong fragrance overflowed his chest.

He leaned against the side of the bathtub, lit a thin cigarette and held it in his mouth, doing some dirty secret things in the smell of Persian lilac.And the neighbor on the other side also washed under the hot water like him, smelling the damp aroma of the room, and put his body and mind on the movements of his hands and protruding objects.Fu Zhong bit his lip and didn't make a sound, he was afraid that it would be difficult to explain the voice if Ji Yao heard it.His cheeks were flushed, his strong hands rested on the wall, and Fu Zhong bit his upper arm muscles when he couldn't restrain himself.

After taking a shower, Fu Zhong went to the bedroom, tied his belt, curled up his legs and lay on the pillow.He couldn't fall asleep with his eyes open, when the phone suddenly rang a notification tone, Ji Yao asked him: Are you asleep?

Fu Zhong was lying on his back, typing on the keyboard with his hands raised: No, sir.and you?

— just lay down.Let me tell you, the penalty for running to the 26th floor is not over yet, remember to make up for it.

— yes, sir.

— Just sleep if you have nothing to do.

—Wait a minute, I want to ask you a question.

—There are so many things.

—Sir, I want to stay away from you when there are many people, right?

Ji Yao was lifting the quilt to cover herself, looking at the phone screen and frowning.Fu Zhong asked this tricky question, and he couldn't think of the answer for a while.Ji Yao thought for a while with her head on her pillow and replied: Don't come to me in crowded places in the future, this is an order.

—Is it possible to find you when there are few people?

— It depends.Why do you ask some of these out of nowhere?I'm going to go to bed.

Fu Zhong answered irrelevantly: there is no one now, can I stay closer to you?

Now it was Ji Yao's turn to suddenly realize what this little bastard was thinking. He rolled over with the quilt in his hands, and replied with his mobile phone in his hand: Good guy, you will take advantage of my loopholes.

After seeing Ji Yao's dialog box popping up, Fu Zhong immediately rolled on the bed a few times. The bed at this moment was such a good place in the depths of the white clouds for him, he felt that he was lying on the moon.Ji Yao then sent a sentence of "up to you" and went offline. Fu Zhong stared at their chat records for a while, turned off the screen and put the cold phone on his cheek to cool himself down.He had a short but sweet dream, which lasted until the bugle was blown.

Fu Zhong received an application form confirmation email from the Arts Administration Department at ten o'clock in the morning, and set his time to borrow the venue from eight to nine o'clock in the evening, just after the rehearsal of the symphony orchestra.He immediately forwarded the email to Ji Yao, inviting him to the bronze side hall of the auditorium at eight o'clock in the evening.The invitation message did not change from unread to read until lunch time, and then Ji Yao replied: OK.

Although he stayed up almost all night, Fu Zhong was still in a state of excitement all day long, as if he was in a big dream.He returned home immediately after he came out of the training center of the "Retrospective Project" task force in the evening, and asked Ji Yao: Have you had dinner yet?

—I'm at the restaurant right now.

— yes, sir.

Fu Zhong put down his phone and went to the kitchen to make a simple dinner for himself. He fried a golden egg and covered the thin noodles overflowing with scallions.After tidying up the kitchen, he went to the bathroom, took a shower, and changed into his best clothes.He took a picture in front of the mirror, and felt that he was about to walk on the red carpet as the groom's official.Fu Zhong was going to be the bridegroom one day, he made some unrealistic fantasies in front of the mirror, and felt a sweet fear from the bottom of his heart, and this fear made him very excited.

The regular training of the time bureau usually ends at 09:30 in the evening. In order to listen to Fu Zhong's piano performance, Ji Yao had to hand over the task of leading the training to the original squadron leader.When Chen Wei and others heard the news, they breathed a sigh of relief, because the squadron leader didn't have as many torture methods as Ji Yao, and now they can finally have a good rest.

The symphony orchestra was rehearsing in the side hall, and Fu Zhong parked his car outside the auditorium.The dark road ran through the middle of the lawn, the French irises were planted on the side of the road, and the spruce and juniper held up the sky like a barrier, rising farther and farther to the quiet, drifting clouds in the sky. among the piles.Fu Zhong walked across the picturesque road, walked up the granite steps, and entered the side hall through a bright bronze door. He heard the magnificent symphony hitting the walls of the hall.

At [-]:[-], the rehearsal of the orchestra ended, and the performers went out through the hidden doors on both sides.The seats on the stage are automatically folded back to the bottom of the stage, and the cleaning system removes dust and ventilates the hall.After Fu Zhong and the crowd finished walking, he conducted identity verification at the door. He stood under the empty and magnificent Roman-style dome and took a breath of fresh air. The whole huge hall was all his. .

The huge grand piano was left in the middle of the stage according to the previous request. Fu Zhong sat down on the piano bench, opened the piano cover and tried the sound.

The third secretary drove Ji Yao to the entrance of the side hall, and the car stopped under the spruce tree at the intersection.The secretary asked, "Sir, what are you doing here? Do you want me to wait outside for you to come out?"

"Come here to watch a concert." Ji Yao replied briefly, he stepped out of the car door and stood on the oily road with his hat in his hand, "You don't have to wait for me outside, drive the car back, and don't pick me up .”

"Received, sir."

Ji Yao closed the car door, and the third secretary drove away along the road, turned a corner at the T-shaped intersection ahead, and drove towards the East District of the Time Bureau.Ji Yao stood at the intersection and looked at the quaint outer wall of the side hall for a while. He breathed in the fragrance of cedar and cypress happily, put his hat on his head, and walked along the road towards the bronze gate.In order to watch Fu Zhong's concert, he specially put on an officer's uniform, which is brand new, flat and majestic. The carefully tailored waistline, the three silver rings on the cuffs, the stars and the gold leaf badge are so eye-catching!

Fu Zhong tried to play for a while, and when he was halfway through the play, he caught a glimpse of Ji Yao coming down from behind the high auditorium.But Fu Zhong didn't stop, seeing him concentrate on playing the piano, Ji Yao didn't bother him.

After playing a song, Ji Yao was walking to the row of steps with the best view in the middle. He stood there and took off the hat on his head: "I'm the only one in the audience?"

Fu Zhong glanced at the time, at eight o'clock sharp, Ji Yaolai scored exactly.He stood up holding the piano and answered him: "Yes, sir, I invited you alone."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll let you go?" Ji Yao didn't go down, but stood in the same place with his hat in his hand and replied to Fu Zhong from a distance, "At that time, no one will come to listen to your performance."

"I sent you an invitation letter, and you personally agreed to my coming. People who don't talk are puppies."

Ji Yao laughed: "That's just a simple reply, isn't it basic courtesy? Well, performer, now I'm going to sit down and listen to your natural voice."

He sat down in one of the outermost chairs in the middle, and put his hat on his lap. The shiny eagle tree emblem, which he had carefully wiped before coming, was even more dazzling now.Ji Yao folded his legs, watched Fu Zhong sit down on the piano bench, and put his long fingers on the keys.

Fu Zhong began to play "Dream Wedding". The gentle sound of the piano made people daydream. While playing, he recited Pushkin's love poem "To Kane" to the beat of the tune.This is his own original form of performance, which is how he played on stage when he was in college.Ji Yao sat silently in the empty audience, he could monopolize the wonderful few minutes that Fu Zhong gave him, instead of sharing it with a large group of people.

"I remember that wonderful moment when you appeared in front of me. Like a fleeting phantom, like a spirit of pure beauty."

The lights in the hall were very bright, Fu Zhong didn't look at Ji Yao, but he knew Ji Yao was sitting there.From college to now, so many years have passed, and he has only played the piano for Ji Yao.Pushkin's poems have already expressed his feelings for him without his own troubles.

Ji Yao remembered that when he and Fu Zhong went home that day, there was very soft music playing in Fu Zhong's car, it was this song.The hall seems to have turned into a colorful pepper room, and the curtains hanging from the ceiling are like bright and dazzling brocade curtains.The colorful dome is like a canopy, and a wisp of cloud comes to the bright skylight and steps into the porch of heaven.The silence is so deep and so far away, just like the woods are silent, but there is autumn leaping down from their ends.

After playing a song, Ji Yao felt that hundreds of years had passed in a flash, but in fact, only a few minutes had passed.Fu Zhong pressed the last note, and then lifted his hand from the keys, but the sound of the piano still lingered around the beams for a long time, unwilling to dissipate.

"What else do you want me to play, sir?" Fu Zhong asked Ji Yao on the stage. The densely packed seats seemed to overwhelm Ji Yao, but Fu Zhong could see him at a glance. He was so eye-catching.

Ji Yao didn't order the next song, he just wanted to listen to "Dream Wedding" and "To Kane" today.Ji Yao looked at Fu Zhong, with slight affection in his eyes, but he could restrain himself.Ji Yao sat in his seat and didn't get up, beckoning him: "Come in front of me."

Fu Zhong went in front of him, Ji Yao raised his chin to look at him, and asked, "Can you drive me back?"

"Are you leaving now?" Fu Zhong was embarrassed, he didn't expect that Ji Yao came here just to listen for a few minutes.

"Otherwise, what are you doing here? I just want to listen to this piece of music. Now that I've finished playing the piece and memorized the love poem, should I go?"

Fu Zhong finally drove him back.The moments they've been dreaming about all day are only for a few minutes, but they still put in the effort and effort to dress up as if it's a life-changing event.

The car stopped under the headquarters building, and Ji Yao said he was going to the office.Ji Yao was about to close the door after getting out of the car, but Fu Zhong stopped him.

"What do you want to say?" Ji Yao leaned over and asked, "There are people coming and going here, so don't stay too long."

Fu Zhong knew what he meant, people were walking around on both sides of the car, if he made a mistake in this kind of place, he would never even think about stepping into the Time Bureau in his life.Fu Zhong firmly grasped the steering wheel, retracted his neck and said, "I want to play the piano for you in the future."

Then he heard Ji Yao smiled softly, and Ji Yao said: "You have so many wishes, you want to cook for me, play the piano for me. May your wishes come true."

Before he could utter a word, he closed the car door after saying "goodbye", put on his hat and nodded to several executives who saluted him, and walked up the steps.Fu Zhong patted the steering wheel unwillingly, and drove the car away from this dangerous place before anyone recognized him.

"Is that the prickly head of your subordinate?" Wei Shanhua saw Ji Yao getting out of Fu Zhong's car, and went up to say hello to him.

Ji Yao walked up the steps: "He's not a prick."

"He doesn't quarrel with you now?"

"He's just a good talker." Ji Yao said, "He has a good heart, kind, simple, and loyal, and he is a good person."

Wei Shanhua suddenly laughed: "Such an upright person follows you wholeheartedly, you should treat him better."

Ji Yao smiled when he heard this, but did not answer.Seeing that he was wearing a brand-new uniform, Wei Shanhua teased him and said, "Where did you go to watch the show dressed like this?"

"The side hall of the central auditorium with the bronze gate." Ji Yao replied triumphantly.

"There is a performance there? Why didn't I get any news?" Wei Shanhua took it seriously, touched the back of his head, and quickly took out his tablet to check his email.

Ji Yao smiled arrogantly, and he was very happy: "It's a special concert, and only those who have been personally invited by the performer are eligible to attend. You can see that I haven't received the invitation letter, but I was personally invited by the performer." Please go there!"

"And other things?"

Ji Yao ignored Wei Shanhua's surprised eyes and walked into the hall to the special elevator.He was thinking about the scene just now, thinking about the expensive grand piano, thinking about the person sitting in front of the piano playing, and the silhouette of Fu Zhong was so affectionate and unforgettable.

Although Fu Zhong was a bit unwilling, he was still very happy for today's "special concert".Chen Wei met him, saw him walking towards him with a smile on his face, and said with sour teeth, "The sour smell of love."

Hearing this, Fu Zhong kicked Chen Wei lightly, and took his other arm to escort him back to the apartment.Fu Zhong knew that he was not in love, but he was so eager to have an open and honest relationship with Ji Yao.

"Dad, the GRO-35 report is out." The Second Artillery came out of the study and flipped through a few sheets of printing paper. "The plane is in good condition, and the pilot has no discomfort."

Gu Qichuan was sitting in the living room, the wall lamp gently shining on his well-groomed gray hair.At his feet was a vast carpet of Peruvian wool, woven with Indian and exotic patterns.Wood paneling soars behind light gilded wall cabinets, and Dumont paintings are inlaid on decorative wood panels upholstered with rosewood.The turned on computer was placed on the table covered with printed woolen cloth. Gu Qichuan was concentrating on studying the blueprint of an airplane model, with a cigar in his finger.

The Second Artillery handed over the list in order, and Gu Qichuan checked it carefully after receiving it: "Report to the tester tomorrow, and do a few more test flights, and then mass production can begin."

"This list is only for the time bureau?" Second Pao brought the brewed black tea from the housekeeper and placed it in front of his father, along with a plate of sugar cubes and freshly marinated olives.

"There hasn't been a letter from the army yet, so what they mean is to let us figure it out." Gu Qichuan shook the ashes of his cigar, narrowed his eyes and closed a stack of documents, "Then I can only figure it out by myself. Isn't our biggest client the Time Bureau? This time there is a 'backtracking plan', and it's time for us to show our talents."

"Will Ji Yao continue to make private orders?" Second Pao put an out-of-print Elvis disc, which he bought from a collector.

Gu Qichuan smiled, and touched a scar next to his eye. This scar cut off his eyebrows and was about to hurt his eyeballs: "Continue to do it, he has no intention of stopping the supply."

Er Pao nodded, and sat on the guest sofa next to his father, leaning over to prop up the armrest, shaking the black tea in the cup again and again: "I haven't asked the company recently, is there any breakthrough in the research process of the technology department?"

"They invented a new formula." Gu Qichuan turned the computer over to show his son, leaned back on the mat, and pressed his knees with one hand, "They plan to fill a red crystal in the groove of the bullet, The destructive power is 150 times that of ordinary bullets."

"Bullets can be used as bombs these days."

"Ji Yao's order is still handled by you, using the new formula. Don't let the formula leak, and don't let outsiders know that Ji Yao is our secret customer, especially the time bureau."

"I know, if he is caught, we can't even think about continuing to do arms business, the police and judges will crush us." The Second Pao nodded and glanced at the new message on the phone, because while holding Holding a black tea cup, he had to type and reply with one hand.

He is sending messages to Sandie.Gu Qichuan waited for him to put down the phone before he calmly picked up the teacup and leaned it to his mouth. After taking a sip, he raised his eyes to look at his son: "Do you have a sweetheart?"

"Yes, Dad."

Gu Qichuan smiled, and asked again: "Are you planning to get married?"

"It hasn't been decided yet, because I think it needs careful consideration." Second Pao replied, he took a sip of tea in a disguised manner, and put the cup back.

"You will be the head of the Gu family in the future, and the future mistress of the Gu family can't be worse than your mother." Gu Qichuan said, fixing his eyes on a photo frame opposite, "You are already in your 30s, you have to think about these things Something happened."

Gu Qichuan's speech is always calm, unsmiling, like a gun, and he can only soften when talking about his dead wife.He is 56 years old this year, and his wife Bai Yuan has been dead for ten years.Bai Yuan's photo was placed on the closet. In the photo, she was wearing a white silk dress, a string of white pearl necklaces around her neck, and a black wide-brimmed hat pressed on her neat hair bun.This photo was taken in this ancient villa, and Mrs. Gu's family who died young is also immortal in this photo.

After a long silence, Gu Qichuan looked elsewhere, lowered his head to shake off the soot, and exhaled a puff of smoke: "I love her very much."

The father and son fell silent. After a while, Erpao said, "I know, Dad. I never forget Mom, and I love her very much."

Gu Qichuan looked at his hand indifferently, his fingers curled up twice stiffly, not moving freely like ordinary people.He didn't say anything, and didn't discuss the munitions anymore. He just put his elbows on his knees and breathed out the smoke. Feeling the poisonous gas made him feel chills all over his body.

Ji Yao carefully took off his uniform in front of the mirror and hung it on the hanger.He took off the black satin tie and spread it out on the oak table, then picked up the collar of his shirt and pulled out the two collars.He checked his own number engraved on the collar support, and everything on Ji Yao's body was precious, elegant, and balanced, showing his impressive identity and demeanor.At this time, he suddenly thought of his ordinary childhood and youth, as well as his mysterious and indifferent mother and his disappearing father.

My father disappeared many years ago, but my mother never mentioned it, as if she was just an outsider who didn't care about anything.Ji Yao lost his thoughts when he thought of this, if his mother was still a familiar face to him, then his father was just a symbol in his memory.His father only lived in the years before he was 17 years old. He has long gone, but what Ji Yao faces is a new life.

He found the brass box from the drawer, with vivid patterns carved on it.Ji Yao turned the box and looked at it more and more rare, and put the collar in it.His fingers suddenly felt a strange bump on the back of the collar support, and he frowned and turned the thing over for a closer look.

He saw that there were two more letters at the back, X on one side and Y on the other.

what?Ji Yao thought, which craftsman gave me two letters as a gift?