Mountains and seas have a home

Ji Yao raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his chin, blew the intermission whistle, and went to the locker room to change.He only wiped off his sweat with a handkerchief, and hurried out of the training ground after removing the protective belt tied to his hands.He walked up quickly from the officer's passage. On the way, he felt that his heart seemed to be connected to Fu Zhong. If Fu Zhong hurt from bumps, he would also feel pain.As soon as he thought that Fu Zhong had an injury on his leg and it was difficult to walk, Ji Yao felt a little out of his mind.

After running up a long slope, he verified his identity in front of the blocked door. As soon as the door opened, he couldn't wait to walk sideways.After turning around the corridor, a gust of cold wind gently brushed his neck, chilling his whole body, and the sweat quickly evaporated with the cold wind.Ji Yao walked worriedly for a while, and then he saw Fu Zhongli's silent silhouette under the lamp by the railing of the corridor.

"Captain Fu." Ji Yao called him, he didn't often call Fu Zhong's name, "Why are you walking around by yourself? If you fell somewhere, no one would help you up!"

Fu Zhong heard Ji Yao calling him, and hurriedly grabbed back his scattered thoughts, and watched Ji Yao walk in front of him in a few steps.The mind that had just calmed down was disturbed by Ji Yao again. As soon as Fu Zhong saw Ji Yao's sweaty and healthy face, his heart beat a few beats involuntarily.Fu Zhong leaned on the railing and stood up straight, slightly bent his calf, and said with a smile: "I'm very careful, who doesn't care about his body."

"I don't believe what you say, I'm afraid you'll get hurt again and ruin your future together." Ji Yao blamed Fu Zhong for making a fuss, squatted down and lifted up his trouser legs to check, and stretched out his fingers Gently press the muscles around the wound.

There was some pain in the wound, and Fu Zhong shrank his legs.After confirming that it was correct, Ji Yao put down the trousers for him and put them into the boots.Fu Zhong lowered his eyelashes to watch Ji Yao do these movements meticulously. The veritable sweetness devoured his heart and body, as if he had absorbed the fragrance of roses.After Ji Yao tied up his shoelaces, Fu Zhong leaned over the railing and pulled him up, saying, "Why did you come up to me in such a hurry? You sweat so much, and a sudden cold wind will cause typhoid."

"My coat was taken away by you, Captain Fu, it's in your arms." Ji Yao raised his finger and nodded pretendingly, "What are you doing with my coat?"

Fu Zhong shook off Ji Yao's coat and put it on him from behind, and wrapped his collar around him to keep out the cold, but he didn't let go of his hands: "There is dust on the ground, your clothes are clean, it's not good to be stained with dust, so I Just take it with you."

The collar wraps around the neck, blocking the cool wind, so that Ji Yao's back no longer feels chilly.Ji Yao grabbed the collar and looked down at Fu Zhong's hand still resting on the skirt.Ji Yao turned his gaze to meet Fu Zhong's eyes, and Fu Zhong looked at him and laughed silently.They faced each other like this, as if it was reasonable and inevitable.It goes without saying that Ji Yao's heart is filled with an extraordinary sense of happiness, but this no longer makes him feel at a loss: "Poverty is exquisite. It's just a piece of clothing, and I don't feel bad if it gets dirty."

"It's one thing if you don't feel bad, but it's another thing if I feel bad." Fu Zhong helped him put on his long sleeves, fasten his belt, and fasten the front of his front carefully, "There is no conflict between the two things."

Ji Yao raised his wrist to straighten the cuffs, and stroked the silver bands on the sleeves that symbolized military rank. These silver bands became more and more dazzling, and he squinted to look at them.Ji Yao raised his eyelids and glanced at Fu Zhong's handsome face, he was pushed straight into the depths of the white clouds by Fu Zhong, as if there was really a commendable love affair between him and him.It took a while for Ji Yao to turn back from the beautiful sweetness, and asked pretending to be gossiping: "What are you doing when you have nothing to do? Next time, if you want to walk around, make a report, and don't leave my sight."

These words made Fu Zhong smile more and more happily. He stretched the hem of Ji Yao's coat, then straightened his chest and stood at attention, saying, "Got it, sir!"

"Tell me, what did you do when I wasn't here just now?" Ji Yao leaned against the railing, once he got rid of the appearance of sitting upright, he became quite amorous, and Fu Zhong couldn't help but want to separate his unique tiredness. Some thoughts to appreciate his posture.

"I called my father," Fu Zhong said, "and asked him about what happened ten years ago. But he said that he didn't find any records of army transfers. This puzzled me for a long time, and I have been thinking about it."

"So you're still thinking about this." Ji Yao put his hand into his hair, and looked up at the ceiling, which was as high as the sky. "There are different opinions on the same thing, and there must be a liar among them. You Who do you trust? Or who do you want to trust?"

Fu Zhong leaned against him, clasping his hands, holding his thumbs and meditating.After a while, he shook his head, pinched the base of his nose with his fingers and said, "No one believes it."

Ji Yao didn't speak, just looked at him, waiting for Fu Zhong to say the second half of the sentence.The two stood quietly for a while, Fu Zhong turned his head and looked straight into Ji Yao's eyes, pursed his lips and smiled, and added: "I believe what I see."

There was a gentle breeze blowing in the corridor, which made the two of them feel tenderness in their hearts.Ji Yao turned her neck, her eyes were slightly red.He brushed his hair indifferently, stared sideways at the spots on the wall for a while, and then said indifferently: "If it were me, even if it was my father, I wouldn't believe everything."

"Have you always been like this?" Fu Zhong put his hands down and asked, he likes to communicate in such a calm manner, as if he can understand Ji Yao more deeply by this, "Being guarded and insecure... just Like a fox."

"The old saying goes, who we become is what the circumstances we find ourselves in. I've been through a lot of betrayals, and war left me with more than just trauma, it taught me to be accountable to everything. Some are wary. Fu Zhong, everyone has only one life, and there is no other life except this life. We must make ourselves stronger and stronger, so strong that we don’t need to trust others, but let thousands of people trust you.”

When Ji Yao talked about the war at this time, he felt very peaceful in his heart. Only with a peaceful mood can he face those sad past events.After finishing speaking, he stared at Fu Zhong's profile, his straight nose bridge and affectionate eyebrows.The question that has been lingering in his mind reappeared in his mind again: what kind of person is Fu Zhong?Is he loyal enough to trust him to the core?

The two didn't communicate any more, but Ji Yao's words still seemed to be floating in the light air.Fu Zhong thought for a while, then he took out a piece of sugar cube from his pocket, peeled off the sugar wrapper and handed it to Ji Yao: "Don't think about those sad things, the person who framed you has already gone to prison, you have survived five years. Guan Liujiang is our hero. Eat a piece of candy to relieve your worries. The sweetness can change your old appearance and give you a new look. If you think this is not enough to forget your troubles, you can hug me and embrace all the troubles in the world Forget it all!"

"Eat candy, eat candy, what do you want to hug?" Ji Yao lowered his head and bit the sugar cube in Fu Zhong's hand, brushed his finger with the tip of his tongue inadvertently, then deliberately raised his eyelids to look at Fu Zhong's expression.

Fu Zhong was agitated by the abnormality on his finger, he didn't know that Ji Yao had such a charming charm in the invisible place.Fu Xin felt an extraordinary sense of victory and joy in his heart, and this feeling made him ride the clouds like he stepped on the air, as if he was going to float on the clouds forever like this, and never come down to the world again.Fu Zhong squeezed his wrist and asked while twisting his fingers: "Eat candy, eat candy, why not lick my fingers?"

"There's no such thing, you sent it yourself." Ji Yao categorically denied it, and his ability to make excuses and turn black and white is well known.Ji Yao bit the sweet candy and smiled, but thought in her heart: If people have taste, then Fu Zhong tastes like strawberry yogurt with sugar cubes.

They leaned on the railing and chatted some irrelevant gossip, Fu Zhong waited unhurriedly for the candy in Ji Yao's mouth to melt.The sweet smell of candy wafted around the two of them, they were all talking funny and witty words, Fu Zhong often made Ji Yao unable to keep up with the conversation, and he could only blush with anxiety when he was competitive.Ji Yao is by no means an idiot, on the contrary, he is well-informed and well-informed, but whenever he talks to Fu Zhong, he often chooses his words carefully and is so nervous that he is overwhelmed!

Before Gu Zhou was about to leave Yancheng Prison, the assistant opened his office door.I saw that Gu Zhou was concentrating on tending a bouquet of roses, sprinkled water on the petals, and then picked out the ones he thought were dissatisfied and put them aside for other uses.The assistant went over to salute him. Seeing this, Gu Zhou hurriedly put down the clean water plate, wiped his hands, took the newly printed document from the assistant and looked through it.

"Here is the information you asked for, Director of the prison." The assistant reported, "A lot of reporters have come, and there are crowds of people outside the prison gate. I have never seen such a lively day in the prison. You really don't want to Go out and gag the reporter?"

"No need, ask the driver to drive the car to the back door." Gu Zhou walked to the window, opened the velvet curtain and looked out, and quickly closed the curtain again, "The reporters outside asked the chief of the security to deal with it. It’s still the old rule not to accept interviews with the paper media.”

Gu Zhou returned to his desk, flipped open a few pages of documents and quickly browsed the content on them.It took him more than ten minutes to read the document, frowned and closed it together, rubbing his chin and pondering for a while.Gu Zhou gave some instructions to his assistant, and then sent him away.After arranging things, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and found that it was past the usual time to go home.Gu Zhou put the report into the file bag, turned around to pick up the rose on the low cabinet, and walked out the door carefully holding it.

The hustle and bustle of the city rolls through Maserati's window, and the giant advertising screen that usually flashes supermodels broadcasts real-time news.Gu Zhou raised his head and glanced hastily, and caught a glimpse of the reporter showing the scene of the mess behind him to the camera, and kept mentioning the terrorist incident that shocked the whole country this morning.Gu Zhou didn't read the news, he wasn't interested in the news, the news was for people who didn't know.

On the day Tang Ji was imprisoned, the live broadcast was broadcast throughout the city, and the event was unprecedented.It was then that everyone knew the name of this heinous first-degree felon.Gu Zhou personally accepted Tang Ji's files, and he watched and welded the nameplate on the cell door.

While sitting in the car, Gu Zhou thought about the three stacks at home with a gentle heart.He hung his head down and fiddled with the bright red petals in his bosom, took out all the flowers that were damaged by bullets and those that were not in a beautiful shape, and gathered the rest into a bunch.He counted carefully, and there were exactly 68 flowers.Gu Zhou looked at Hua without thinking about it at all, but couldn't help but smile.The sound of the reporter broadcasting the news is filtered through the car window, and when it reaches the ears, there is only a faint aftertaste, as if the world outside the car is flying away from the ground.

"Sir, do you still park here today?" The driver parked the car at the intersection in the morning. There was a narrow cement road between the buildings on both sides, and the roadside was full of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Gu Zhou nodded: "As usual. I'll walk back by myself, you don't have to follow me. Wait for me here tomorrow morning, follow my orders and do things, don't make up your own mind."

The driver glanced back at him, and was about to speak when Gu Zhou got out of the car and closed the door smoothly.The cool wind blew into Gu Zhou's collar, making his skin tense involuntarily.Gu Zhou put up the collar of his windbreaker to protect his neck. The sweet osmanthus was refreshing, and after being infiltrated by the coolness of early winter, he looked even more beautiful.He felt sweet in his heart, even though there were so sad and debilitating things happened in the prison today, every time he set foot on the way home, the sorrow was swept away, and sweet happiness filled his heart.

Back home, Gu Zhou turned on the light at the entrance, and the soft light illuminated a warm-toned oil painting on the wall.Sandie sat on the sofa watching TV with his computer in his arms, his whole body sunk in the blanket and soft pillow.Gu Zhou glanced at the TV and found that he was watching the news.Gu Zhou knew what was going on in the news without listening. He didn't say a word. After changing his shoes, he walked into the living room with flowers in his arms: "I'm back."

Three stacks of blankets that covered his body were lifted and he got off the sofa, ran to Gu Zhou and hugged him, touched his collar eagerly, and checked his belt and legs.Seeing that Gu Zhou came back intact, Sandie's serious expression softened a little, and he took a breath with his arms around him, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Guzhou took his hand, put the roses in his arms into his arms, and said with a smile, "I'm going to work hard, what can I do? According to our agreement in the morning, I bought roses and sent them to him. for you."

The bright roses made Sandie's eyes flash with brilliance. He took the flowers in surprise and joy, brought them to the tip of his nose and smelled the fragrance deeply, and then pressed against Guzhou's body tightly, smelling the fragrance. Smell the sweet fragrance left on him.They hugged and smelled each other's scent for a while, Sandie let go of his embrace, turned around and ran to the balcony in ecstasy, hurriedly found a clean vase, filled it with clean water and carefully placed the flowers one by one went in.

There is a vase of roses on the coffee table, and such flowers have been inserted in various rooms of the house for decoration.The warm yellow wall lamp was on in the living room. Sanjie helped Guzhou take off his windbreaker, and while helping him hang the hanger, he said, "I turned on the TV when I woke up in the afternoon, and saw a gun battle in the city. The report said Someone escaped from prison, and it happened in Xicheng, and several buildings were bombed. Have you been affected? Tell the truth, don’t lie.”

Gu Zhou rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen, put on his apron and turned around and told him, "My side is far away and the floor is high. Don't worry, I'm really fine. Look, I've come back properly."

Sandie pulled her hair loosely, stood by the dining table and poured water to send to Guzhou: "The one who escaped from the prison is a person from the Time Bureau, whose name is Tang Ji. This kind of character is escorted by armed forces, who dares to come head-to-head with him , actually succeeded?"

"Maybe it's gangsters, illegal armed organizations, terrorists, drug lords, foreign forces... Who can tell? Tang Ji is a bad guy who can be punished by everyone. Do you know what crime he committed? ? It was intentional homicide, and there was murder. Fortunately, the murder was attempted."

"This incident is full of ups and downs, and I'm afraid there will be no peace for the next month. The warden of Yancheng Prison didn't come forward to say a few words. He is really an elusive person." Sandie said, feeding Guzhou a sip of water , "I'm going to meet the reporter tomorrow."

Guzhou opened the cabinet and took out some potatoes, peeled the potatoes with a knife without changing his expression, and asked knowingly, "Why did you see them?"

"Why do you ask me? Don't you know me after so long?"

"I understand, you have to do a lot more than I do." After peeling the potatoes, Gu Zhou cleaned the blades, then turned his head and kissed the three lips gently, "Do it freely, then It is a noble cause and deserves support."

Sandie kissed him back and gave him a sip of water.Gu Zhou was skillfully cutting potatoes with his neck hanging down, while San Die was standing aside, holding a cup to keep warm. He didn't wear socks on his feet, so it was a bit cold.The two chatted for a while as usual, when Sandiao put down his cup and was about to turn around and leave the kitchen, Guzhou suddenly stopped him, leaning on his waist and asked Sandiao, "Have you ever been in the kitchen?"

He stepped aside to reveal a cutting board on the countertop, and a stack of chopped vegetables left beside the kitchen knife.Bowls filled with well-scrambled eggs, unpeeled live shrimps were placed in the sink, and the shrimps were still bouncing in the soaking basket.Sandie was a little embarrassed, brushed his hair from the sideburns, and said that he wanted to learn how to cook at home, but he couldn't learn how to do it, so he gave up on himself and gave up halfway.

Guzhou smiled and kissed his cheek again, then washed his hands and tidied up the table in an orderly manner: "Don't be discouraged, you can't learn it all at once. What do you want to eat? Follow me, and I will eat it for you."

Sandie leaned over and said, "Tonight I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomato and deep-fried shrimp. I cut off some shrimp heads, but I don't know how to pick the shrimp strings."

"Come here and watch, and see how I do it. You open the shrimp head, use a little force with your fingers, and pick up the shrimp thread." Gu Zhou showed him, "The shrimp head is not cut like this. , dear, you waste a lot of meat like this."

Seeing Gu Zhou skillfully handling those shrimps, Sandie laughed embarrassingly, raised his eyelids and looked at Gu Zhou's nagging, but didn't listen to a word.Sandie suddenly forgot what he was going to do, and his heart was filled with uncontrollable warmth. Although they had been together for so long, they still seemed to be stuck in the beginning of love.Sandie raised his chin and kissed Gu Zhou's lips. Gu Zhou knew the obvious hints contained in his deep kiss, and immediately washed his hands, picked him up and put him on the table, and they hugged each other and kissed passionately.

Ji Yao's mother was reclining on the bed. She had just woken up from a nap. She put on a light yellow waistcoat to support herself, tilted her head to hold the phone, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.With her waistcoat on, she poured some warm water, took a sip to moisten her throat, then tucked in her silk satin robe and went to the window to look at the scenery.

She listened to the phone and remained silent for a long time. She waited for the voice over there to stop before saying in a hoarse voice, "The Bai family has already retired, and my interests have nothing to do with you. Thank you for telling me about Tang Ji's escape from prison. Sooner or later, they will The finger is pointed at me. But I advise you not to take it lightly, and don't forget how you came to power in the first place."

"I understand, Mrs. Bai, no one will forget this matter." The person on the other end of the phone said, "Tang Ji's escape from prison will never be an accident. We can think about the reasons for this. We Be vigilant."

There was only one lamp on in the bedroom, and Bai Zhu stared at the withered trees outside the window with indifference, not feeling sorry for the dwindling garden at all.A bird flew out of the window, stopped on the stone edge and chirped non-stop.Bai Zhu stared at it for a long time, until the bird spread its wings and flew into the sky, shuttling through the building with its partners carefree, like a burst of torrential rain.Bai Zhu's lips were always tight, and she held her soft waistcoat, and replied: "You are right. Just wait and see, the days are still long."

They hung up.Bai Zhu left the window, stopped when she passed the closet, and turned her head to stare at a picture frame on the partition for a while.In the photo, Ji Yao still has a young face, and there is a woman beside him, whose eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Bai Zhu's.

In the evening, Ji Yao helped Fu Zhong apply medicine, still in Fu Zhong's room, still filled with the fragrance of pine wood.Ji Yao lighted the potion and asked him if it hurts from time to time. When Fu Zhong said it hurt, he breathed on the wound. The breath seemed to be the cool evening wind blowing on Fu Xinxin.

Fu Zhong waited for the potion to dry before sitting on the bed.Ji Yao put the medicine bottle into the drawer, took off the coat from the chair and put it on.He knew that Fu Zhong's eyes were on him, and he felt very melancholy, as if he had made a difficult decision: "I'm leaving, you should rest well."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the door without hesitation, and Fu Zhong stopped him behind him: "Aren't you staying overnight in my room today?"

Ji Yao turned to look at him, when the cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly, he took it out and took a look, but pressed it directly.He stuffed the phone back into his pocket, tiptoed, and pretended to be ruthless: "This is your room, how can you keep it every day? Yesterday was just too late to go back. You have to understand this, but don't push yourself too far." .”

"You said that someone is watching you. In contrast, my place is a safe and good place. It's better to stay safe all the time, so as not to worry every night."

"You are right. But there is still such a long time in the future. There are plenty of days, and this day is not bad." Ji Yao spread his hands, he stood by the door and looked at Fu Zhong from a distance, "I have to leave Yes, see you tomorrow."

Fu Zhong grabbed the quilt and wanted to hold back a few words, but he still swallowed the words.The sorrow of parting made him feel melancholy, he was so reluctant to leave Ji Yao, and so eager to have a spring night with him.Fu Zhong didn't say anything, he stared at Ji Yao's eyebrows for a long time, and finally compromised: "See you tomorrow, sir. I wish you a good night."

"You too." Ji Yao replied, he backed out after speaking, and gently closed the bedroom door.Immediately afterwards, Fu Zhong heard the sound of opening and closing the door from outside, and then everything fell silent.

The clock was ticking at the head of the bed, Fu Zhong lay on the bed, pulled up the soft quilt to cover his body, and lightly sniffed the fragrance on the quilt.He vaguely recalled the dream of last night, and the detailed sense of loss made his heart ache again.

He went back to the past again in his dream.

Ji Yao lay on the hospital bed and grabbed Fu Zhong's hand.Ji Yao thought it was the doctor who caught him, so he asked him about the current situation of the time bureau.Fu Zhong stood beside the bed without saying a word, and the doctor stood beside him and said, "Who would have thought that you are so injured, and you are still thinking about the timetable all day long."

"It's not the time bureau." Ji Yao lay under the quilt, tightly grasping Fu Zhong's wrist, "The time bureau is just where I work. I miss those people... maybe there aren't many people, I don't know, I just miss them so much."

"Who do you miss?"

Ji Yao's lips moved, but he didn't answer.Fu Zhong's wrist trembled slightly in his palm, and he could clearly feel the blood pulse beating in his palm.He was amazed at how warm and powerful this hand was, as if a kind of power was flowing from this hand to himself.

Fu Zhong silently sat beside Ji Yao's bed for a long time, waiting for him to fall asleep.Enduring the excruciating pain, Fu Zhong let go of Ji Yao's fingers one by one, and watched his quiet face fall into tears after he fell asleep.He sat on the chair and sobbed softly. The pain that was so painful made him have nightmares again and again, and he couldn't bear the pain. The crying was mixed with melancholy, distress and shame, and echoed between the gray walls.