Mountains and seas have a home

The mellow smoke rolled into his throat along with his breath, Fu Zhong had never touched this thing before, and the stimulation made his tears well up from his eyes.Fu Zhong lifted his body back and separated slightly. He followed Ji Yao's example and pinched the tail of the cigarette, suppressing his throat to prevent himself from coughing.For a moment, the fragrance in the house became more intense, and the surrounding silence was eagerly waiting for their next move.

Ji Yao bit the end of the cigarette in a daze, he sat on the sofa, raised his chin and stared at Fu Zhong's face.The face was so close to him just now, the cigarette butt was facing the cigarette butt, and the tobacco glowed hot and red after burning, it was like a soldering iron being directly burned on his heart.Ji Yao's lips became hot, as if the two had just received a lingering kiss, but in fact they didn't touch each other's skin.The fire sparks exploded in Ji Yao's heart, thumping in embarrassment, and burned his pride and rules on the pyre.

"You little person, follow me to learn how bad it is!" Ji Yao stood up and snatched the cigarette butt in Fu Zhong's hand, extinguished it together with his own and threw it into the recovery channel, turned his back and took a breath as if angry The system was turned on to the maximum, and the warm room suddenly felt cool.

This is the result that Fu Zhongxiang wants to see. He knows that his goal has been achieved, and he is reluctant that the child will not be able to trap the wolf. Now he wants to trap the wolf firmly.Sometimes Ji Yao is as sensible as a century-old philosopher full of knowledge, and sometimes as surly as an ignorant child.Fu Zhong watched Ji Yao hurried to the balcony, the polished glass was like a mirror, reflecting his face.

"I'm a little tired, you go back." Ji Yao stood by the window with his arms folded, overlooking the neatly manicured flower beds and lawns downstairs, the frost covered the velvety plants crawling obediently on the ground , like the shroud of night.

The two of them didn't speak after that, but the smoke just now had been completely driven away by the ventilation system, but the refreshing fragrance stayed behind.Looking at the darkness, Ji Yao seemed to have only foggy riddles in his eyes, which were unfathomable and inaccessible.Fu Zhong knew that he didn't intend to keep himself here anymore, and if he spoke again, the two of them would be embarrassed, so Fu Zhong clasped his hands and paused for a few seconds, then nodded to Ji Yao: "Good night, sir."

Ji Yao didn't reply, didn't turn around, just silently looked at the shadow reflected on the glass window.He watched Fu Zhong pack his backpack and put it on his shoulder without saying a word, then walked to the entrance step by step, and finally put on his shoes and left.

The house became quiet, as if Fu Zhong hadn't been here just now, and there was no one living here.Ji Yao alone is a bit insignificant for such a spacious space, and he failed to leave popularity in his own home.After hearing the sound of the magnetic door closing, Ji Yao turned around, stood on the balcony and looked at the brightly lit entrance for a while, where Fu Zhong walked out just now.The shoes that Fu Zhong had replaced had been neatly put back in place by him, and he took away all traces without showing a trace.

There was a box on the dining table, Ji Yao went to open it, and saw the honey-roasted chicken inside, and a burst of sweet aroma rushed towards him.Ji Yao put the chicken on a plate and warmed it up in the microwave, then took out the unfinished cherry wine and sat down at the dining table to eat.

Fu Xin entered the house with a heavy heart, stood in front of the shoe cabinet, took off the patent leather boots on his feet, and walked into the bedroom with slippers on.He unloaded the satchel and threw it aside, then threw himself on the bed like a big bird with its wings outstretched.Fu Zhong buried his head in the quilt, spread out his body to relax himself.He breathed, feeling the scorching gas burn his lips, eyelids and bridge of nose.

He turned his head sideways, took out his phone and turned it on to see the lock screen wallpaper.He has to take the trouble to look at that photo dozens of times every day, and if he misses seeing it one day, he will feel as if he is sitting on pins and needles.He looked at Ji Yao in the photo, looked at his eyes and eyebrows, he wanted to firmly imprint this recognizable face in his mind.He and Ji Yao did not meet by chance, they lived together for a period of time, and now they have become neighbors, and have not yet fallen into a situation where they are far apart.

Ever since he knew people, he had never devoted so much heart and soul to a person who was not related to him by blood.Looking back at what he had done, he couldn't help but look forward to: I wish I could conclude eternal friendship with Ji Yao; I hope our names will be immortal forever; I hope the new one will live forever, and the old one will be overthrown!

Ji Yao ate the chicken with cherry wine and almond biscuits. He didn't eat much at dinner, but now the chicken baked by Fu Zhong himself can fill his picky stomach.Ji Yao went to take a shower, and casually packed the equipment that he was going to bring tomorrow with his mind on it.He took his medicine and went to bed early, lying on his pillow in the dark and staring at a spot on the ceiling.He couldn't help but shed tears when he thought about it, and then he wiped away the teardrops cruelly.

Early the next morning, Fu Zhong got up on time, put on his combat uniform skillfully and smoothly, and tied his armed belt.He first went to the war preparation room, where he counted the weapons, then took the equipment bag and guns and followed the team to board the helicopter to the airport.A swarm of black dragonflies flew off the ground, brushing past rows and rows of warehouses towards Airport No. 1. Airport No. 1 is a little far from the headquarters of the Time Bureau, where Konstantin, the Russian delegation's special plane "Peter I", stops.

Before Fu Zhong boarded the helicopter, several of his friends made a special trip to see him off at the airport, and even Sister Qi, who was far away at the training base of the drone force, arrived here in time regardless of the long distance.Chen Wei was holding on to his crutches, while the eldest brother and fifth master supported him.They stood in the safety zone outside the runway, with a fluorescent cordon in front of them. Chen Wei took off his boat cap and waved at Fu Zhong from a distance.

The wind was very strong near the airport, blowing through several people, but they did not walk away.The executors of the mission team lined up and entered the cabin one by one. There were loud whistles and chants in the empty airport; vans painted with the "EDGA" mark drove back and forth on the driveway, A convoy formed like a long queue and gradually drove out of the open gate; the take-off commander gestured vigorously with his whistle in his mouth, and one after another the planes rose into the sky and galloped past the towering towers and watchtowers.

"I'm so excited to see it." The boss said, holding Chen Wei with one hand, while holding his head high and looking at the dense crowd in the distance, "The majestic warriors are going to fight now!"

"Hoooo——" Chen Wei put his hands to his mouth and let out a long cry, just like he often does after mobilization for actual combat training.

Wei Shanhua led the team out of the standby hall. He hugged the gun to his chest and pressed it against his body, pointing the muzzle obliquely at the ground.He stood still in the open space, turned his head and waved his forearm at the two columns, signaling the people behind to follow quickly.When he turned his head to look outside the airport, he saw Lin Cheng wearing an inconspicuous combat uniform guarding behind the barbed wire. Wei Shanhua raised his arm and gestured for him to take off.

Lin Cheng smiled, and ran along the barbed wire fence in the direction Wei Shanhua was walking, while clasping his palms together and shouting at him, the voice flew into the sky like a ghost with wings.

Fu Zhong sat in the cockpit of "Archangel No. [-]", put on the earphones, put the microphone to his mouth, and adjusted the communication system.After confirming that all the systems of the helicopter were in normal condition, he pushed the slider bar on the top to the front to lock it, and said into the microphone: "The communication code is 'Archangel', and the status is normal. The personnel are counted and can take off!"

"Got it, 'Archangel One' attention, take off later! Repeat, take off later!"

Fu Zhong frowned suspiciously, and replied: "Got it. Attention all personnel of 'Archangel No. [-]', we will take off later, please check the equipment again."

Then he saw Ji Yao coming out of the hall next to the airport, Fu Zhong immediately caught his eyeballs, and sat in the cockpit looking at him.Ji Yao was communicating loudly with the head of the equipment department amidst the strong wind and noise, and stopped when he walked outside the parking berth of Archangel [-].Ji Yao finally saluted the minister, turned around and walked towards Fu Zhong's plane.

Seeing this, Fu Zhong's heart started pounding immediately. He stared closely at Ji Yao, watching him board "Archangel No. [-]" in surprise, and naturally sat on the co-pilot seat.Ji Yao took a preemptive look at Fu Zhong, then picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "I've boarded the plane and I'm allowed to take off."

"Received by the control tower. Attention 'Archangel One', set off now!"

Only then did Fu Zhong let the plane rise into the sky, made a circle over the tower to adjust its direction, and then flew to the north.They were not flying very high, and the Time Bureau's headquarters building still towered behind them.The spire, already famous, shimmered in the night like molten lead or just-rising Arcturus.Autumn is filled with boundless melancholy silence, and the majestic and magnificent buildings like fairyland watch them go away without taking their eyes off.

"Sir, why did you get on the 'Archangel One'?" Fu Zhong sat in the driver's seat expectantly and glanced at Ji Yao who had been silent since getting on the plane.

Ji Yao didn't argue with him, and replied bluntly: "It's just a sequelae of flying, and there are psychological shadows. I won't fly in a plane that isn't driven by you in the future. How about it, you bad guy should be satisfied now, right?"

Fu Zhong was very happy: "What is the reason?"

"Why do you think this is the reason? Ask knowingly. Isn't it because you are beside me?" Ji Yao turned his eyes and glanced at him, and immediately returned to his original state.

These words made Fu Zhong fascinated, and his soul seemed to fly up to the sky with the plane, or to the softer and lighter space.Ji Yao also wore headphones and turned on the operation screen to assist Fu Zhong, but most of the time he just leaned on the seat and thought about various things in silence.Ji Yao looked behind, there was a door between the cockpit and the manned cabin, so no one would see them.

After a while, Ji Yao asked in the quiet atmosphere: "I don't know when I will be back after I left today. Have you talked to your family on the phone?"

"Passed, sir." Fu Zhong replied, they walked through the buildings without a sound, and they were getting closer and closer to Airport 1, "Are you the same?"

Ji Yao turned her head and leaned on the back of the chair, spread her hands to look at it, and said, "My mother won't answer my phone, and my father won't. So I don't have anything to say. There is nothing to worry about, just embark on the journey like this.”

Fu Zhong looked at him, he was surprised by Ji Yao's words, and how his parents and family were different from ordinary people.But Fu Zhong didn't say much, he knew that these things were probably Ji Yao's secrets, just like what he had in the past few years, he could only bury them in his heart.Fu Zhong is a sensitive, delicate and thoughtful person, with sincere and lively eyes, he can quickly capture the fleeting sadness emanating from Ji Yao's body, and this sadness is so genuinely touching. On his heart!

The huge fuselage of the "Peter I" was parked in the berth, and the Russian delegation boarded the plane after saying goodbye to the Beijing headquarters delegation of the Time Bureau.Colonel Huo Muyin counted the number of members of the "Retroactive Project" task force, and handed the list to Ji Yao.The members of the task force include not only executives, but also scientific research expert groups, medical team members, auxiliary staff, and the intelligence corps of the armed forces... This large group of people all shoulders heavy responsibilities at this time. The plane sent by Fang Zhuan went to Lake Baikal.

The boss and the fifth master sent Chen Wei back home, and Chen Wei didn't go to training with the team since he injured his leg.Sister Qi's army had a holiday today, and had a rare meeting with everyone, and went to sit at Chen Wei's house for a while.Chen Wei brought some food out to entertain his friends, and they sat together happily chatting for a while and then they parted. Before leaving, Sister Qi made an appointment for dinner with them, saying that she would pick them up by car in the evening.

After seeing them off at the door, Chen Wei closed the door and went home, sitting on the sofa to rest.He checked his knee, lifted it up on a slightly higher mat, and felt better.There are several bags of snacks hidden by Chen Wei on the table, as well as some candied fruit and candies.Chen Wei put a few plums in his mouth, and brought a bag of hazelnut biscuits to put on his lap. Now he has all the delicacies on the table to himself.

He ate the chopped hazelnuts in the biscuit bag, opened He Luan's dialog box with great interest, and sent him the photos he took at the airport in the morning: I went to see my friends off.

He Luan quickly replied: What a big battle, is it the "backtracking plan"?

- That's right.I also want to do a mission like this.

—Wait a minute, maybe a good opportunity is coming your way.

Chen Wei looked at the phone and smiled for a while, chatted with He Luan for a while, then went offline, and then clicked on the writer's official account to see the update.He flipped through the catalog, and today it has been updated to chapter 1336, and the number of words is uncharacteristically, almost ten times that of before.Chen Wei immediately opened it happily and looked at it carefully and slowly, for fear that if he found the bottom, the fun of today would be gone.After reading it, he ranked the writers as usual, and then went to the forum to see if there was any news about the publication of a new book.

He didn't see any new posts, so he curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and he didn't see any updates when he clicked on the author's news.Chen Wei repeatedly stared at the pseudonym "Yi Shan" for a long time, then exited the webpage, and turned off the phone in a dispirited mood.

The phone buzzes on the table with new messages.He Luan didn't look at his phone, wiped his face, and with red eyes, he took out a pear blossom box from the cabinet, and put it beside his mother's bed.This box was the dowry for my mother when she got married. When she got married 30 years ago, the young grandfather used his skillful hands to make a pear box, and sent the bride away with bedding and new clothes.However, Grandpa died when He Luan was one year old, and now his tomb is already full of grass.

"This is the quilt, this is the batting, and some old clothes, all inside." He Luan unlocked the box, lifted the lid, and pointed at the items inside.He helped his mother up and leaned against the head of the bed.

The bed board is built low, and the pear blossom box is next to it, exuding the aroma of ancient and distant wood.After adjusting her body, the mother stretched out her hand to flip through the contents of the box. She looked at the few old objects with special meaning inside with treasure.She was so thin that she lost her appearance due to illness, and the soft cloth was wrapped around her body like a shroud, with two thin arms supported under the sleeves.

She is a little more sober than usual today, and the long-lost look has returned to her gray face, as if she has become a young woman who has just left her family and is really starting to experience life, rather than a dying person with a serious illness old woman.

"This is the cotton wadding that your grandfather went to the old store to slap. The new quilt was loose and soft, but now it's hard." Mother said, she raised her wrist and patted the wadding with a gentle expression. , as if looking at a loved one's eyes, staring at it.

There was a kraft paper bag under the box. He Luan pulled it out, unsealed it, and took out a stack of photos from it.Mother smiled calmly, took those photos, and spread them out on the quilt to look at them one by one.Had it not been for her illness, she would have been a calm, amiable, respectable woman.While looking at the photos, she pointed to He Luan and said, "This is the Chrysanthemum Exhibition, this is the Guanyin Temple, and this is your uncle's house. You were four and a half years old..."

She was talking softly to herself, and she didn't even have the energy to express her joy aloud, but she looked quite energetic.He Luan looked at the photos with her, and found a group photo, in which he saw his father.The father in the photo is tall, imposing, and a very imposing man, wearing a lapel-collared beaver fur military coat, looking at the camera with piercing eyes, his eyes seem to penetrate the picture and see the outside world.

It is difficult to connect the person in the photo with the father in reality who is often drunk, lying on the recliner with eyes staring at Hei Tian in a trance.There are two worlds inside and outside the photo, time flies by like a horse, and the camera captures that fleeting second and fixes it.He Luan stared at the person in the picture who raised his head proudly and confidently, and turned over the photo calmly and covered it up.

Why did father become like this?He Luan thought, what happened to make the once high-spirited soldier become listless and muddled all day long?

He stayed with his mother for a while, and when his mother was tired, he helped her lie down on the bed, watched her close her eyes and fell asleep before packing up the box and putting it back in the wooden cabinet.He helped his mother pull the quilt, turned off the light and walked out of the bedroom. When he looked up, he saw a figure in the house.The tall, burly and sturdy figure was looking in from the window of He Luan's room.

He Luan frowned in boredom, stepped forward and pushed his father, telling him to leave his room away: "What are you doing back?"

Father got drunk again, and He Luan wondered if he could hear himself talking.His father's sturdy body buckled severely, and he dragged himself to the deck chair on the balcony. After he fell on it, he let out a rough breath and began to unbutton his short leather jacket.

He opened his collar completely, shook his head with a belch, and said something indistinctly in his mouth: "You ask me what I am doing back here! I can't tell...everyone Turned into a monster, it's unbearable! In the middle of the night, the dog is barking, and the dragon king is waiting for us outside, to be honest, it makes people feel creepy...you ask me what do I come back for? I come back to do it What......"

When He Luan walked over, his father had already passed out - just like any time he came home.The deck chairs are placed on the balcony, and you can just lie on them and see the dark sky, the bare vines and the scale-like eaves.

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The next chapter begins the second volume.The second volume revises five chapters a week and unlocks it manually, so you can read it later.Please see Weibo @秦世族 for specific updates on revisions.