Mountains and seas have a home

Mother Ji slipped her cell phone into her purse, put her hand in her pocket, sideways to avoid passing passengers, and walked to her seat. Her thumb lightly stroked the brass carving on the gun stock, and the sound of her footsteps echoed in the silent carriage. .

It's just that he left for a while, and when he came back, the seat was very different. The young man sat on the empty seat next to his seat, folding his legs and flipping through a thin book.Mother Ji held her breath. The man was an unfamiliar face, wearing a woolen coat with a stand-up collar, and a black leather suitcase was placed beside the seat. He pinched a corner of the page with his gloved fingers and carefully turned it over.

This is the person Ji's mother has been looking for. He passed by Ji's mother when he first got into the car, did not stop, and then disappeared into the carriage out of thin air.Ji's mother always thought that he was Tang Ji, but she never thought that he was actually a stranger who had never met.

Ji's mother met Tang Ji before, Tang Ji's eyebrows were very light, and he was born with a fierce aura, even if he caught a glimpse of that aura, he would never forget it.On the day Tang Ji was imprisoned, the whole city announced that his son suffered such a serious crime, all thanks to him.The young man reading a book with his legs folded in front of him has nothing unusual about him, except for a suitcase that looks a bit mysterious. The aura exuding from his body shows that he is just an ordinary intellectual.

The young man looked up and saw Ji's mother standing beside him, he quickly closed the book and got up to make way.The thin pages of the book snapped shut, and Mother Ji glanced at them. The cover was painted with black and white illustrations, which gave off a feeling of oldness in the 90s and [-]s of the last century. For young people of their age, reading this kind of old book was like winter It is also inappropriate to wear sandals.

Ji's mother folded her clothes and sat down on the inner seat. At some point in front of her, freshly poured hot water was placed in front of her. The flight attendant walked past the carriage for the last time, and the young man ordered a cup for Ji's mother.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to sit here without your consent. Is it convenient for you?" The man also had a sense of old-fashionedness in his speech. He called Ji's mother Madam, and his tone was polite, like a gentleman in a movie.

Ji's mother felt a little disobedient, the temperament and words that were seriously inconsistent with her age, as well as the boundless silence, the dark window and the heavy snow, made her suddenly feel that she had traveled half a century, when she was still young.

"No, it's fine. You can sit down, it's okay." Ji's mother put her leather bag on her hands and leaned on the soft chair to look at the snowflakes illuminated by the lights.

The man took a sip of water, put the book on the table in front of him, and introduced himself politely: "My surname is Ji. I will take this train to Jiagedaqi. You can call me Xiao Ji."

Mother Ji heard that his surname was Ji, turned her head to look at him, and the man stretched out his hand. Although this gesture seemed out of place at this moment of meeting by chance, Mother Ji still shook hands with him cooperatively.It was snowing harder outside, and Ji Mu's peripheral vision glanced at the book on the table. On the black and white cover, the title "Slavic Mythology" was written in vertical thin gold.

Suddenly shivering, Ji Mu withdrew her hand calmly, her eyes moved away from the book cover, and then she frowned.From the very beginning, she felt that this book was so familiar, as if she had seen it with her own eyes many years ago and held it in her hand.

"Ma'am, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable on the train? It's getting late, you can take a rest." The man's voice suddenly rang in the ear, and suddenly hit Ji Mu's mind, and those memories that had been sealed for many years poured down like a torrential rain And down.

Looking back in disbelief at the young man who called himself Xiao Ji, the man had a gentle smile on his face, the buttons on the woolen coat gleamed under the light, his face suddenly overlapped with a face in his memory, but Not exactly alike.

The face in that memory was Ji Songlin who had been missing for ten years—her husband, Ji Yao's father.

"It's nothing, I just remembered something, I'll be stupefied, you know, the journey is lonely, not to mention the snowy weather." Ji's mother spoke in a nostalgic tone, and her nostalgia only showed the past years.

Clutching his hot water cup, Xiao Ji watched the stewardess deliver the food for the last trip, and then pushed the cart by the side. Everyone in the carriage fell asleep, except the two of them.

Almost like a ghost, Ji Mu's attention was suddenly attracted by "Slavic Mythology". She pointed to the book on the table and said with a smile, "Can I read your book?"

Xiao Ji did not refuse, he politely handed the book to Ji's mother, Ji's mother bowed her head and opened the pages of the book, each page was printed with illustrations, in the form of prints, the monsters in mythology looked hideous.When I turned to the end, there was a string of small characters printed on the bottom of the last page. When I checked it carefully against the light, the last line read "First printed in 1990".

In 1990, exactly 30 years from now, that is, the year when the void first appeared, Ji’s mother suddenly felt her hands and feet were cold, like dreaming in the middle of the night, she woke up covered in cold sweat, the darkness choked her throat, and her breath was no longer breathed in. .

She looked up and looked around, a few lights went out, the whole carriage was dead silent, everyone was asleep, lying or leaning, huge oxford cloth bags were stuffed under the seats, some people still had hot coffee in front of them, There is a white mist curling up.

Ji's mother returned the book with a smile and said, "Why are you still reading books from 30 years ago? They are all antiques."

Xiao Ji looked confused: "Madam, this is the latest book printed this year. How do you say it was published 30 years ago? In 1960, no one in China translated foreign myths."

One word pierced Ji's mother's nerves, like a needle piercing into the bone marrow, and crazily drilled in. What did this man just say?The latest book to print this year?What year is this year?Ji's mother suddenly forgot the year. She opened her purse and took out her mobile phone. The screen was on, but it showed that no signal was received.

On January 1990, 1, that is, 22 years ago today, it was also at this time that she met Ji Songlin for the first time.The same train, the same snow, the same long night, the same book.

The train was speeding forward non-stop. Outside the window was a large expanse of thick darkness. The faint light came through, and only the falling snowflakes could be seen clearly. The wind was probably strong, and the snowflakes were ripped up and down.

As if being pinched by sharp claws, the cold feeling of suffocation struck again. Ji Mu wondered whether she was in a real dream, and the dream returned to 30 years ago, the train carriage bound for Daxinganling superior.

All the scenes and all the dialogues are reenactments of the past.

"Is it 1990 now?" Mother Ji asked, she sat up straight and watched the water in the cup shake with the car body.

Xiao Ji nodded, and Ji's mother looked down at her hands, which were originally covered with dry wrinkles, but now looked young.She suddenly turned her head to look at the face of the man beside her, the eyebrows and eyes were very similar, but Ji's mother decided that this was not Ji Songlin, this was the only thing that went wrong in the dream.

If he really traveled to the past, then there should be the young Ji Songlin sitting beside him. His own husband, Ji's mother, would never admit that he was wrong for the rest of his life. The kind of memory engraved on the bones can never be erased.

Someone is doing tricks, this person is good at hypnotism, he hypnotized all the people in the car, stole the memory of Ji's mother, and reproduced the scene 30 years ago.Mother Ji stabilized her mind, who is this person?Are you in a dream?

The coffee is still hot, and the carriage is filled with the aroma of tobacco leaves and bittersweet, which is exactly the smell that is often found on old trains.The woman dozed off with her head tilted while holding the child, and the man snored heavily.

Ji's mother pulled out the pistol from her pocket in a thousandth of a second, pulled the bolt on with a bang, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the eyebrows of the man in front of her.

"Who are you?" Ji's mother said coldly. She was over half a century old and her hair was graying, but the sharpness in her eyes and the steady and skillful handling of the gun made her look young again.

Xiao Ji didn't dodge, he stared closely at Ji's mother's eyes, maintained that leg-folding posture, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.The carriage shook, the glass fell, the water splashed on the ground, and the glass made a harsh sound and shattered.

Amidst the sound of glass shattering, "Xiao Ji" had a sinister smile on his lips, and his expression suddenly became ferocious like the monster in the illustration: "Madam Bai, it seems that this dream still hasn't been able to trap you."

With a bang, the bullet was ejected and hit "Xiao Ji" on the forehead. At that moment, Ji's mother saw her reflection on the opposite window, which was clearly her 21-year-old self.

The gunshots ended suddenly, and the last piece of glass fell to the ground. There was a burst of air in the carriage, and Ji's mother suddenly woke up from her seat. The surrounding people were buzzing. It was still the same carriage. The woman gently put the child to sleep, and the man Sit aside and listen to the phone.

Look at the side, the seat is still empty; look at the table, a cup of hot water has already cooled down; look at the phone, the time is January 2021, 1, 22:23.

Mother Ji breathed a sigh of relief, the gun was still lying safely in her pocket, the heavy snow outside the window didn't mean to stop, and the train was passing through the tunnel.The dream just now was extremely real, as real as if time had really flowed backwards, and even the palm of my hand still felt pain from the shock of the gun.

Looking around, there were no young men wearing woolen coats, but Ji's mother did not take it lightly.She wiped off the cold sweat from her forehead and looked at her phone. Ji Yao called her just now, which is true.

It was almost midnight, and I was completely sleepy.Ji's mother looked at Ji Yao's name on the screen, clutched the phone tightly, turned her head to look at the blurred outline of the mountain, and remained silent for a long time.

As soon as Ji Yao said a word, his mother hung up the phone, although he knew it was the result, after all, it was like this every time before.After killing the phone, Ji Yao didn't speak, looking a little lonely, leaning on Fu Zhong's shoulder and staring at the screen on the wall.

Fu Zhong played a movie for him, Ji Yao casually said a name, Fu Zhong played it for him, it was an old movie from ten years ago, Ji Yao tilted his head to watch.

"Mother-in-law didn't answer the phone?" Fu Zhong quickly changed his words, naturally this seniority cannot be messed up.

Ji Yao raised his hand to scratch his hair, patted the quilt lightly with one hand, and said: "I just yelled, and she hung up, maybe she didn't want to hear my voice, but it's okay, I've been used to it for a long time gone."

He said he was used to it, but in fact he could still see the moment of loneliness just now. He knew that the chief was hard-spoken and soft-hearted. How could a person with such a soft heart get used to this ice-like barrier openly.

Fu Zhong wrapped around Ji Yao's hair, lowered his head and kissed the top of his head, and lowered his voice: "Why did you and your mother have such a fight? Is there anything you can't get over?"

The movie started showing fighting scenes, the special effects of the old movies were not comparable to the new ones, and even the sound effects exuded a sense of age.Ji Yao tucked his hands into the quilt to keep warm, and said in a low voice: "Since my father disappeared, my mother and I have gradually lost their relationship. She was very opposed to my joining EDGA, and quarreled many times because of it. Later, I went in anyway. , Since then, my mother has never let me in the house, and there has been no correspondence."

He calmly talked about the past, but the nature of the past was different, and his tone was not as tender and gentle as when he said he missed Fu Zhong.He didn't seem to care much about anything, as if it was a trivial matter that would be resolved tomorrow.

Fu Zhong generally understood that this was the first time Ji Yao told him about his mother, and Fu Zhong took it very seriously. Every word Ji Yao said he would hide a word, hide it, and treat it as a treasure.

"Why are you so strongly opposed to joining EDGA?"

Ji Yao rubbed his hair between his necks, Fu Zhong felt like a cat acting coquettishly, Ji Yao retracted his legs, stared at the male protagonist on the screen and said: "It may be because of my father, or it may be because of me. Aunt, or both."

Fu Zhong has no words, the chief's family affairs are very complicated, and it is also unbearable to look back on.The chief has experienced too many hardships. He became independent from the family, and all the storms were borne by himself.

Since ancient times, there have been many hardships for heroes, but there have never been dandies and young men.

The man who walked out from the sea of ​​ice and flames and the hail of bullets curled up his legs quietly at this moment, resting his head on his shoulders. Fu Zhong heard his steady breathing and saw his peaceful eyes.There was light snow outside the window, and the fragrance of plum blossoms floated in, falling into my arms.

Ji Yao leaned against Fu Zhong defenselessly, with a gesture of trust and attachment.Fu Zhong's hand gently stroked the back of his neck, without any evil thoughts, with a mind as clean as a white jade, he wanted to hold the head in the palm of his hand and put it in his heart.

"My aunt, my mother's sister, also died ten years ago." Ji Yao sniffed, he was a little cold, and leaned into Fu Zhong's arms, "I attended her funeral, and also attended her funeral. People from the Time Bureau, such as the current Supreme Commander, and the Minister and Deputy Minister of the Executive Department, etc., but my mother did not go. She sat in the room all day, looking at a photo frame in a daze."

Fu Zhong pulled up the quilt to cover Ji Yao's shoulders, let him lean on his chest, and moved his hands to the front to hug him.The movie changed from scene to scene, and Ji Yao watched it absent-mindedly. He talked about the old things in a few words, and his tone was cold.

Ji Yao hooked Fu Zhong's hand, which rested on his lower abdomen, searched for a few times, and interlocked his fingers.Fu Zhong looked at the clasped fingers and chuckled, lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose against Ji Yao's ear, making him keep hiding, but he couldn't escape.

"Don't always rub my ears." Ji Yao patted the back of his head and kissed him on the cheek, "It's very itchy."

"The chief executive fell asleep on my plane before, and that's how I woke you up." Fu Zhong said, "At that time, the chief didn't say you were itchy."

Ji Yao shook the quilt, pouted and said, "How dare I say such things at that time, you are not mine, and I am not yours. I can still tell what should be said and what should not be said." of."

Fu Zhong looked aggrieved: "If I said it earlier, it wouldn't be such a troublesome thing, why didn't you tell me earlier, chief?"

"We are all men. This kind of love is too sensitive. I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it."

"Why can't I accept it, I think of you every day and think of going crazy, it's you in the dream, it's you in the wake up, it's you in the back."

Ji Yao smiled with red ears, and leaned in front of Fu Zhong, letting him kiss her neck softly.Fu Zhong wanted to kiss the protruding bone at the back of his neck, so he pulled down the collar of his nightgown a little, Ji Yao pulled the collar up again, and said, "Don't pull my collar, just kiss me where it's exposed."

"Boss, I don't mean that, I just want to kiss this bone." Fu Zhong pressed the back of Ji Yao's neck and opened his eyes to show his innocence.

Ji Yao couldn't hold back in front of such an expression, he slowed down his tone, took a step back and compromised: "Just kiss there, don't take off my clothes, if you kiss a little more, you'll sleep on the carpet tonight."

Fu Zhong raised his fingers and swore that he would never touch the chief. Ji Yao laughed and scolded him for being arrogant. Fu Zhong said that being pampered by the chief was a blessing he had cultivated in his previous life.

The kiss landed on the back of the neck, it was so hot that he felt like a hot iron, Ji Yao held his hands, and smiled lightly with lowered eyes, he really liked the feeling of this kind of kiss, it was the first time in 27 years that someone kissed him like this, deep and shallow, all A novel attempt.In the past, I only heard about how a kiss can make people ecstasy, but now Ji Yao has figured out what it is like, he likes Fu Zhong's lips, he likes him to occupy himself forcefully, and he knows that he owns everything.

"Is the chief shy?" Fu Zhong suddenly bit his ear.

Ji Yao shook her head: "Why am I shy? Except that I would be embarrassed if I was harassed by your coquettish words."

Fu Zhong helped him straighten his collar and said, "Then why doesn't the chief let me pull more clothes down? I've never seen you without a shirt. No matter how hot it is, you always wear long sleeves and don't roll up your sleeves."

"Personal reasons." Ji Yao straightened her waist, pinching her waistline with her hands, "I have been burned and have scars all over my back. You'd better not look at it, lest you have nightmares at night."

Ji Yao was pulling his belt, Fu Zhong came up from behind, pressed Ji Yao's back and said softly, "How much does it hurt after the burn?"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much that I shed tears, and the tears flowed to the burned area, which made it even more painful." Ji Yao recalled with a smile, "At that time, I felt like I was going to die. I couldn't see anything in front of me. There was a strong smell of blood."

Fu Zhong kissed the end of his eyes, and Ji Yao's eyelashes trembled a little. Fu Zhong hugged him tightly, and his voice lingered in his ears: "With me here, the chief will not be in such pain anymore. I don't want you to shed tears. You are so good, you should Hidden in my bosom and protected like Biyu."

Ji Yao thinks about those days. After such a difficult time, what hurdles are there?Now there is still a sympathetic, a man who loves him, they fight side by side, why are they afraid of death?

"You are so good, I am reluctant to be injured, and I am also reluctant to die. What happens in the future, you have half, and I have half. Don't just rush forward when encountering things, protect yourself first, and then think about other people."

"The head is not someone else, the head is mine, and I am yours."

It's still the same kind of possessiveness, Ji Yao is very happy, he wants to be completely occupied by one person, and others can't think about it.He listened to the snow falling outside the window, counting the time, he wanted to slow down the time, just stop at this moment, preferably 1 years.

"It's getting late, go to sleep. Get up tomorrow and go back to Lake Baikal. We're about to cross, so I have to go back and get ready." Ji Yao pulled the quilt and said to Fu Zhong, turning around and kneeling between his legs.

Fu Zhong's heart beat faster and his body reacted because of his posture, but he knew he couldn't mess around now, the leader was Bai Bi, and Bai Bi couldn't be cracked and stained.

After turning off the lights, the shadow of the plum blossom tree was cast on the window, and the room was lighted with a faint yellow light, and the incense of cypress wood was burned in the corner, making it dry and warm.A quilt hugged the two of them, Ji Yao put his head in Fu Zhong's arms, and raised his fingers to point out how many folds there were on Fu Zhong's clothes.

"Slim waist." Fu Zhong whispered suddenly.

"Huh?" Ji Yao responded, looked up at Fu Zhong's face, and saw that his eyes were looking at her with a faint light in them.

Fu Zhong said with a smile: "The chief admits that he has a thin waist?"

Ji Yao blushed, slapped him, and scolded him for being immodest.Fu Zhong pressed Ji Yao's waistline with his hands, his tight muscles tensed like a bowstring.He likes Ji Yao's waist. When he straightened his waist just now, it can make people think about it a thousand times.

Wrapped in the quilt and making a fuss for a while, Ji Yao kicked Fu Zhong a few times, his ears turned red like clear water outside the city.Fu Zhong turned over with a smile, bit Ji Yao's ear while hugging him tightly, and called out: "Baby."