Tender trapping

One car was found, followed by a second, a third...

Some were sent to the hospital, and some were in good mental and physical condition. They stood in the corridor and explained the situation inside to the rescue team in the local language. They tried their best to describe it, and they didn't even care about their dry lips.

Ran Xu's eyes passed these people and fell in the distance - Zhuo Wenlang hadn't returned yet.

At this moment, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground erupted in the corridor. Zhuo Minghui jumped up, grabbed the clothes of one of the dry and thin men, and cursed: "So you really put him down?!"

The man struggled, explaining quickly and mumbled, saying that it was Zhuo Wenlang himself who agreed to the matter.

"The compressed biscuits are gone, and the water is almost gone! We don't know where we are going. If we don't look for it, there is no hope! But he still wants to take that broken photo..." The man spoke with a strong accent, waving his hands and calling Said, "Besides, he himself agreed."

"What did you say?" Ran Xu grabbed the key information and stood up abruptly.

Lee looked at his shocked eyes, the whites of which were still bloodshot, and couldn't bear to see Ran Xu's mood fluctuate violently, so Lee dragged him into the room.

The quarrel in the corridor was still going on, Zhuo Minghui was like an enraged lion, yelling at whoever he saw, he would scold the convoys for leaving his brother for his own life, and scold Zhuo Wenlang for being sick. Suicide.

Ran Xu blocked his ears and didn't want to hear, shutting himself in the room and looking at the sky outside the window.

The sand and dust originally had a pungent tar smell, they were stirred into the air by the wind, mixed, deteriorated, and finally turned into sticky cement, which was poured on Ran Xu's chest, blocking his heart. Fear replaced the blood spreading in the limbs.

Someone knocked on the door at noon, but Ran Xu didn't open it. The smell of food wafted in through the crack of the door, disturbing his stomach. Chi Da vomited, he hadn't closed his eyes for nearly three days, and now his consciousness finally became groggy.

In the second before he passed out, he seemed to hear Zhuo Minghui's indistinct shouts. It was really loud... But if Ran Xu had any strength, he would shut him up.

·

Drop, drop, drop-

The medical equipment made noises regularly. Ran Xu sat up from the bed, and his first reaction was to look out the window: the beautiful, clear blue sky, the terrifying storm was like a nightmare of his, and the air was filled with the freshness of lilies. Sweet, with a hint of muscat grapes.

Zhuo Minghui was sitting opposite Ran Xu, arms folded, snoring softly with his head leaning against the wall, his eyes were also black and blue, to be able to fall asleep like this, I am afraid that the young master suffered a lot this trip.

Ran Xu didn't care about letting him rest, and yelled a few words to wake him up.

"What time is it?" was his first question.

Zhuo Minghui replied that it was the next day, and before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ran Xu again.

"How is Zhuo Wenlang? Has anyone found him? He..."

Ran Xu stared at Zhuo Minghui's face closely, as if he wanted to see something from his face, good news, bad news or even lies... He desperately needed information, no matter what the information was, it was like life-saving water at this moment.

However, Zhuo Minghui didn't speak for a long time, Ran Xu's heart ached, and just before he was on the verge of erupting, a male voice came from the door.

"The man has been found, and he's upstairs now." Lee came in from the door, returning to his usual polite appearance, with his hair neatly combed, and holding the clip he never left.

Everything is really back to normal.

Ran Xu stumbled out of the bed in a daze that he couldn't react to, and walked out after pulling out the needle regardless of the nutritional supplement on the back of his hand.

Zhuo Minghui watched his back in the room and kept silent.

Lee didn't stop Ran Xu, but folded his arms and looked at Zhuo Minghui with interest. After dealing with the two brothers of the Zhuo family for so long, he couldn't understand what Zhuo Minghui was thinking. The commotion was really troublesome, and Lee also felt a little anxious to watch the excitement at this time.

"Okay, everyone is leaving." He deliberately reminded.

Zhuo Minghui glared at him, the old god was closing his eyes again, and he didn't run after Ran Xu - Zhuo Minghui knew that the person Ran Xu was thinking about was not him, but so what should he do.

Zhuo Minghui sighed, and finally said something human: "That's it, Zhuo Wenlang can come back...I'm also very happy."

·

On a sunny day, when the storm recedes, this place is like a paradise. Even though the conditions of the hospital are not as good as those of the central hospitals in the capital, the stone-patterned floors and grass-green walls are still clean and hygienic.

He stood at the door of Zhuo Wenlang's room, hesitated again and again, pushed the door open and went in.

Ran Xu's movements were so light that the man lying on the bed didn't notice.

Thin.

Ran Xu's eyes fell on Zhuo Wenlang's face, and then moved down again, and saw his exposed arm, perhaps for the convenience of IV drip, everything on his wrist was taken off... The man was holding a bunch of blood in his palm. Wooden beads, even in a dream, are crushed to death.

Ran Xu couldn't describe how he felt when he saw this scene. Zhuo Wenlang had already become a knot in his heart, and he couldn't even use a simple sentence of "like or dislike" to evaluate it.

He just felt at a loss and didn't know how to understand Zhuo Wenlang's behavior.

This person's mind is unpredictable. For example, Ran Xu still doesn't understand why Zhuo Wenlang went into the desert alone like this. He obviously can have more secure measures - he is not a "donkey friend" who travels poorly, he has a lot of money It is ridiculous to put all safety measures on him, even "getting lost".

He was so smart, so capable, and he was able to deal with so many people and things with ease when he was a child, but now he fell into the hands of a group of temporary mutiny convoys?

Ran Xu really didn't know how to evaluate Zhuo Wenlang's behavior: he almost put the word "self-abuse" on the table.

But why?

By the time Ran Xu pulled away from his own thoughts, the person on the bed had already woken up.

Zhuo Wenlang raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, he looked as good-looking and charming as ever, even though his beard had grown a little rough, it still didn't affect his demeanor very much.

"You are very worried about me, Xiao Xu." Zhuo Wenlang sat up, took a sip from the cup with one hand, his voice was a little dry, maybe it was cut by the dust in the desert for too long.

Ran Xu stood by and didn't speak. He pursed his lips, wanting to cry, but held back.

Zhuo Wenlang was still wearing the hospital gown given by the nurse, plain and simple blue and white strips, and even the rough cloth with threads exposed, but there was no fear of the aftermath on his face at all. He took the camera beside him Come here, make sure that the newly replaced battery is still a little bit, adjust it a few times, and wave to Ran Xu: "Come here, show you the starry sky I recently photographed, you must like it."

Ran Xu didn't move, he clenched his fists, his lips trembled, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Zhuo Wenlang looked up at him, and simply raised the camera in front of him: "Look, this is the cleanest starry sky I have ever photographed, and you can even find clear constellations on it. I adjusted it for a long time, just thinking, since you If I can’t follow, I’ll take a picture and show you…”

"Zhuo Wenlang." Ran Xu interrupted him, "You are really selfish."

In the past two days, I have been working on an original plan in the agency. It is the end of the year, and I often work overtime~ I will not be on duty tomorrow, so I will try my best.