Armed SWAT

A month later, the hospital.

When Mitchell walked into the ward, Deng Kaiwen was leaning on the head of the bed, watching the Chinese version of "Les Miserables".

He was taken aback: "Your Chinese is so good that you can read this kind of tome?"

"The pinyin version," Deng Kaiwen showed him, "I'm bored by myself."

Mitchell nodded thoughtfully, and asked again: "Have you read the newspaper? GA didn't know what was going on, and suddenly retreated in the direction of Mexico. Except for some business investments in New York, all underworld forces are Transferring overseas...they were well-planned and well-organized, making the local police feel like a big enemy."

Deng Kaiwen put down the book and turned his gaze to the window.The profile of his face is very quiet, his eyelashes are wide and curved like flapping wings, the sun is reflected in the dark eyes, reflecting the clear light of a lake.

During the period of hospitalization, he lost a lot of weight, and his collarbone was particularly deep in the neckline of his white pajamas. The line from his neck to his chin was clear and obvious, and he could vaguely see light blue blood veins winding under his skin.

It seemed that his madness and collapse disappeared that night, and after the volcano erupted, there was a long silence.

While inserting the visiting lilies into the bedside vase, Mitchell seemed to be careless, but said cautiously: "They held a funeral for Epro."

"Ah."

"...Do you want to go to see it? The doctor said that you are almost ready to be discharged from the hospital, and the police station closed the case yesterday..."

"No."

The ward fell into silence again, and Mitchell coughed after a while: "If you feel uncomfortable... you can cry in front of me, and I can pretend that I didn't see it."

Deng Kaiwen didn't cry, but smiled. The smile was very faint: "I don't want to cry, I can't cry. When I dream at night, I always see Epro..."

"Dream about the moment he said goodbye to you on the plane?"

"No, it's weird, I thought I would dream about that time, but I never dreamed about it once. I always dreamed that I went back to when I was seven or eight years old, and I was hiding on the grass at the back door of GA with Epro and eating barbecue , playing a game of darts, listening to him sitting in the sun reading to me... a lot of details." Deng Kaiwen paused, and said in a daze: "I thought... I had already forgotten."

Mitchell was listless and said, "Because you loved Epro at that time."

"Maybe... I often think, why was I only seven or eight years old at that time, why was I not an adult... If I had been born ten years earlier, maybe... maybe the story would not have been like this."

If they were born ten years earlier, when they met, one would be in the prime of life, and the other would be in full bloom; they would stand on an equal footing, without heavy hopes or unethical desires.

If she had been born ten years earlier, Cassandra would not have met Epro, Stanley would not have been born, and Deng Yan would not have died in a foreign land; all disasters would have been wiped away from the pages of history without leaving any traces.

Ten years ago, the underground gangsters in New York, USA, ten years ago, the sunset in the free harbor.

As long as there is any change in any detail, everything today can be changed and completely different.

"Kevin..." Mitchell knelt by the bed and held Deng Kaiwen's hand tightly.

"Stop talking, Mitchell." Deng Kaiwen closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, his voice hoarse: "Stop talking...let me be quiet."

Mitchell swallowed, and tremblingly said: "No, Kevin. I just want to tell you that I wanted to tell you that afternoon at the police station before Jazy's death day. Maybe you will regret some things that happened in the past, but The past is what makes you who you are today. Epro came, walked through your life for a few years, and then he left; Jazy came, took me on the long and rough road of the underworld, and then he went too ...these are predestined things, those people are destined to leave us, never, never look back...never look back."

Deng Kaiwen looked at him, his hands still had ferocious dark red scars from bullets, and Mitchell's hands were full of gun calluses, rough, warm, generous and powerful.

Their palms were touching and their palms were wide, which reminded him of the old days in Los Angeles more than ten years ago, when the young Mitchell Landers pulled the young Deng Kaiwen, and the two children went to school together in the morning light.

"Without them you wouldn't be who you are today, and you wouldn't be looking at me now, in this hospital."

"Don't be sad, these are the last words left to you by Epro. Everything is doomed. From the beginning of the story, everything today is doomed."

"The moment of separation has come, and it is very difficult for you to accept, but we have to go on anyway, because there should be an ending between us, a predetermined and destined ending."

Mitchell stood up, and the sunshine poured in unscrupulously from the window. He couldn't see Deng Kaiwen's expression clearly in the haze, but could only hear his own voice trembling strangely, as if his throat was blocked by something sour: "I will . . . and I'll see you again."

Mitchell walked out of the hospital room.The door clicked, seeming to startle the fine dust in the air.After a long time, even the fibers in the sunlight stopped floating, suspended there motionless.

Deng Kaiwen sat by the bed, quietly looking at the bouquet of lilies beside the bed.

The snow-white petals spread freely, and the fresh fragrance permeated the air, as if it was the only thing flowing in this still ward.

After an unknown amount of time, the nurse knocked on the door lightly and asked, "Mr. Kevin? You have a courier package, can you sign for it?"

"Well, please come in."

The nurse walked in, holding a small courier envelope in her hand, couldn't help peeking at the corner of Deng Kaiwen's handsome and indifferent lips, blushing slightly.

"Here, please sign here."

Deng Kaiwen weighed the package and asked, "Who delivered it?"

"I don't know. The courier also said that it did not leave the sender's name and card."

Deng Kaiwen opened the package, and a string of huge black diamond necklaces slid out like flowing water, and fell silently on the snow-white bed sheet.

"..." Deng Kaiwen froze completely. It took a long, long time, like a long century, before he raised his hand tremblingly, holding the necklace in his hand.

The hard and cold black diamond penetrated deeply into the muscles of his palm, and even the palm was pierced with blood.The little nurse panicked: "Hey, Mr. Kevin! Kevin! What's wrong with you? You!..."

Deng Kaiwen buried his face deeply in his palm, and suddenly cried hoarsely and tremblingly for a while.Tears dripped down the black diamond along the fingers, the last dark and hopeless rain of that summer.

That was the first and last time he cried loudly in his life.

On the day of discharge, the entire Los Angeles SWAT team came, except for one Mitchell Landers.

Although Deng Kaiwen didn't serve as the captain for a long time, and he didn't seem to have gained any good popularity during his tenure, but after he left, he was the one who was missed the most.

Sangers took the lead to help Deng Kaiwen pack his things—actually, he didn’t have any luggage. The pajamas he wore when he was hospitalized were generally not taken home, and the books and change were not enough to fill a bag.

Deng Kaiwen went to the front desk to check out. Unexpectedly, the nurse at the front desk handed him a thin envelope and said with a smile on his face, "Mr. Mitchell Landers just came over, please let us pass this to you."

Deng Kaiwen took it apart and saw that it was a sticky note.He glanced at it hastily, rolled up the note and stuffed it into his pocket: "Thank you, I see."

The nurse asked curiously, "What is that? A love letter?"

"—movie ticket." Deng Kaiwen waved his hand casually, and strode away.

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, the weather was very clear, and the air was filled with the fragrance of sunshine and grass.

Deng Kaiwen declined Sangers' offer to take him home, called a TXAI, and said the name of a middle school after getting in the car.

The driver asked casually: "Isn't it Sunday, are you going to pick up the child?"

"That's it."

The car stopped at the entrance of the middle school, because it was Sunday, and the school gate was locked.Deng Kaiwen walked around the wall twice, picked a place that was not very eye-catching, and jumped up with two steps.

It happened to be the time on Mitchell's note. As soon as Deng Kaiwen landed, he saw Mitchell standing there on the empty playground of the school, looking up at the teaching building, with his hands in his jeans pockets.

Deng Kaiwen walked over to watch with him, and suddenly said leisurely after a long while: "I still remember the location on the third floor, you once threw my schoolbag down from the top..."

Mitchell smiled and reached out to him: "Let's go up and walk together?"

Deng Kaiwen looked at him coldly for a while, and finally passed his hand over, and Mitchell turned back and held it tightly.

Everything is as in memory, the walls and classrooms are covered with graffiti, the sun shines on the potted plants on the windowsill, and the green leaves are almost transparent.

There is a fish tank in the biological corner of the classroom wall. The water inside is clear and transparent. Two goldfish happily chase each other's tails.

"I didn't expect the tradition of fish farming to still exist," Mitchell said through the window, pointing to the fish tank.

"One time before, I saw that the water was turning green, so I wanted to change the water in the fish tank. As a result, I was pushed down when I picked up the fish tank. They told me to stay away."

Mitchell couldn't help turning his head to look at Deng Kaiwen.The young and handsome SWAT captain leaned against the window sill, with a careless look in his eyes.

"Afterwards, I never touched a fish tank again... Actually, I always wanted to raise fish. When I was a child, I especially liked goldfish. At that time, my mother was seriously ill, and I... had no money to buy it."

Mitchell knew that Cassandra was heavily addicted to drugs at that time, and Deng Kaiwen was only in middle school, but he had to do odd jobs to supplement his family, and sometimes Cassandra stole money to buy heroin.The goldfish is only one or two yuan, but it is difficult for him to even eat. How can he have money to buy goldfish?

Mitchell felt sour for a while, and said for a long time, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's not your fault, I just remembered it by accident." Deng Kaiwen turned his head to look at him, with a relaxed tone: "Speaking of which, why did you ask me to come here?"

The figures of the two of them were reflected on the glass window. Mitchell turned his head, looked at the blurred shadow, and said in a low voice, "I want to ask you... What are your plans in the future?"

"I don't know, go back to the Los Angeles Police Department. Maybe go back to the SWAT team, maybe make a living under your leadership, or go to the police academy as a coach or something."

"Then you...well...are you still planning to get married?"

Deng Kaiwen glanced at Mitchell unexpectedly, "Let's talk about it."

Mitchell suddenly grabbed his hand, groaned for a long time, and said: "Do you remember? This is the place where we first met. If you hadn't left that year, we have been together for many years now. Maybe we are married , you will not meet Sinia, nor will you return to Epro..."

"..."

"Maybe we have adopted children, raised cats and dogs, have a big tank of tropical fish, live in the same big house full of flowers, work and commute together, grow old together... Do you think this is good?" Mitchell His voice became unsteady, his eyes wandered and he didn't dare to look directly at Deng Kaiwen, and after a while, Ai Ai called out: "Kevin?"

"..."

"I know you may not want to answer me now, but it's okay, I can wait for you to figure it out. Look at this school, this classroom... It's been 17 years since we first met, Kevin, these 17 years we walked It’s always been a detour, but no matter how we go around, in the end we all come back to where we started.”

Mitchell took Deng Kaiwen's shoulders and asked him to look at the familiar, empty classroom through the glass with him.

Deng Kaiwen's eyes were a little dazed.

He saw a pale, timid and thin little boy smiling at himself in the old glass window.He saw him carrying a big schoolbag, wearing a ridiculously oversized uniform, and a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses. His smile made people want to cry.

That is himself.

That was Kevin Deng himself 17 years ago.

"Kevin, I love you." He heard Mitchell Landers say 17 years ago, "Thank you for coming back here, I love you."

"..." Deng Kaiwen slowly stretched out his hand, but what he touched was the cold glass.

"Mitchell..."

The next second his hand was gently held by Mitchell, and then they hugged each other tightly.

"I want to meet you again at the place where we first met. My name is Mitchell Landers. I was born in a police family in California, USA. I used to be a state policeman and a killer. I have a nickname called 'Spike'. When I was 15 years old, a boy named Deng Kaiwen in my class confessed to me, and I rejected him. Now I am 30 years old, standing at the place where we met for the first time, begging him to come again Love me once."

Mitchell buried his face deeply into Deng Kaiwen's neck, it was a seamless, undefended, intimate hug.

"I am willing to be a law-abiding policeman for the rest of my life and never get involved in the underworld again. I am willing to accompany the person I love, never leave them, and grow old... to spend my life in the sun."

Deng Kaiwen closed his eyes, the thin golden sunlight shone through his eyelids, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a vague and warm light.He saw the young Deng Kaiwen waving to him, turned around with a smile, and drifted away.

He once abandoned that cowardly and sad child in this middle school, allowing him to cry day and night, and spend more than ten years of long and lonely years alone.And today he finally came back here, pulled him out of the lonely corner, and brought him into the sunshine.

"My name is Deng Kaiwen. I was born in New York and grew up in GA... I used to be the heir of GA, worked in the FBI, and worked as a policeman..."

Deng Kaiwen bit tightly on a piece of cloth on the back collar of Mitchell's shirt, so that he could barely guarantee that his voice would not tremble so much.

"Nice to meet you, Mitchell Landers..."

Mitchell's voice was also strangely hoarse. Although he tried his best to control it, he still felt hot liquid slipping over his cheeks when he spoke: "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Kevin Deng."

He swallowed the choked sobs that he hadn't yet uttered, and smiled, "Mitchell Landers is in love with you, please agree to his courtship, Kevin?"

The scorching sun of that 15-year-old midsummer traveled through old memories and time, and came from the distant sky.Time and space are stacked end to end, and the discrete decades filled with tears in the middle seem to have never existed, disappearing without a sound.

The hustle and bustle in the school classroom, the laughter of the children, the sweat on the court, all the lost love and unspoken confession, wrapped in the torrent of time, rushed through the gap between their embraces.

Warm air blows through the corridors of the middle school.

Summer in the "City of Angels" Los Angeles has finally arrived.

——The End

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Thank you for enduring my seven-month procrastination, thank you for accompanying little Kevin all the way, patiently waiting for him to grow up slowly, bow!

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