side edge

"……what?"

"I asked you if it hurts." Ji Liao's tone was uncharacteristically gentle, and his movements to deal with the wound were lighter, asking him, "Does the wound hurt?"

"Well……"

It's not that Yan Cun really didn't understand, but he was taken aback by Ji Liao's coaxing tone, and for a moment suspected that the other party had taken some wrong medicine, "It's, it's okay...it doesn't hurt too much."

He obediently did not move, let the other party disinfect the wound and wrap the bandage for him, stared at Ji Liao for a while without saying a word, and opened his mouth: "Then, what..."

Ji Liao raised his eyes and met his gaze: "...?"

"I'm not afraid of pain."

"..." Ji Liao paused as he tied the bandage, and for some reason, he tied the bandage with a bow, "Oh?"

"T-really!"

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to believe it, the mature and stable Captain Yan became a little impatient, raised his other hand and poked lightly on the gauze, "I even feel a little itchy..."

Ji Liao slapped his reckless hand, quickly tied up the disobedient hand with extra bandages, and said fiercely: "I still touch it."

"..." Seeing that Ji Liao tied a slipknot symbolically, Yan Cun pretended to struggle a bit, and said flatteringly, "Don't touch it, don't touch it, please untie it for me quickly? Huh? Xiao Ji?"

He seemed to think of something, and urged: "Are you still watching movies? ——I'm really not afraid of pain, um, I'll show you something in the screening room later."

"?" Ji Liao asked, "What can't be seen here?"

"oops--"

Yan Cun got up from the sofa, pulled Ji Liao to the direction of the stairs, and said in a low voice, "It's too bright here, I'm a little embarrassed—let's go, let's go."

"...???" Ji Liao wondered something and felt embarrassed, but he didn't ask, and pulled him back with a little force, "Wrong way, this way."

Yan Cun nodded with an "oh", turned around and walked to the other end of the corridor, carrying the snacks and milk he had just bought.

He suddenly remembered the kitten doll that had been dusted all over the ground just now, and he was not willing to throw the kitten into the washing machine, so Ji Liao had to send him to choose a movie first, wash the kitten doll and dry it, and quickly returned to the screening room .

Seeing that Yan Cun was pressing the remote control in front of the screen, looking at the surrounding environment from the corner of his eye, Ji Liao asked him, "Have you chosen yet?"

Yan Cun paused with his fingertips, handed the remote control to Ji Liao, and said, "I haven't watched it for a long time, and I really don't know what to watch. The last time I watched a movie was when Jianghuai took me there four years ago...you Let's choose."

He moved back a little uncomfortably, and pulled the pillow over his arms.

Although he hardly had any entertainment activities before, and he had never seen what a family screening room looked like, but it was not impossible to imagine it, and after entering the door, he found that it was indeed roughly the same as he imagined.

Except the bed he's sitting on now.

Ji Liao didn't respond at all, took the remote control, moved onto the bed and sat beside him, and said, "OK."

So he also said "um", didn't speak again, and let his mind go blank for a while.

At the moment Ji Liao is only thinking about the 'things' that Yan Cun said to show him just now, and he is not thinking about the movie, so he chooses one at random and turns it on, then turns off the light.

He asked, "What is it?"

Only then did Yan Cun come back to his senses, he hesitated for two seconds, gently put the pillow aside, and decisively lifted the corner of his clothes a little.

"I've experienced pain worse than this, and this little scratch is nothing."

The projection room was dimly lit, and the screen was lit up with white light from time to time. Ji Liao didn't see it clearly for a while—he focused on the other party's fair skin and flat and firm abdominal muscles for a short while, and moved forward a little before he could see clearly The small scar under the corner of the clothes.

He squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes and pulled it up a little bit. After seeing the horrific scar nearly three inches wide, he couldn't say anything for a while.

Yan Cun smiled reassuringly: "Actually, it didn't hurt very much. I didn't even frown when the needle was stitched..." Seeing that the other party stared at him without saying a word, he suddenly felt a little guilty, "...Okay In fact, I lost too much blood and fell asleep, and it didn’t hurt much.”

The slightly cool air touched his skin, and he hissed from the cold, and rearranged the corners of his clothes.

Ji Liao focused all his attention on the word 'sleep' in the other party's words, and his breathing became a little messy.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "...how did it come here?"

"Well... I went back to the field... It happened a long time ago."

Yan Cun focused his eyes on the display screen directly in front of him, and didn't look at it. He hurriedly took a bottle of milk from the table and opened it: "Just... um..."

"It's fine if you don't want to say it," Ji Liao interrupted him softly, "Don't say it."

It's one thing not to be willing to let someone deliberately uncover his scar, but it's another thing not to dare to probe into it—he's a little scared.

"Well... I don't want to say it..." Yan Cun sipped his milk and said vaguely, "It's just that I feel a little ashamed. After being a criminal policeman for so long, I was attacked by surprise, and I was admitted to the hospital so...! "

His voice was interrupted by Ji Liao's sudden hug, he almost lost the milk bottle in his hand, and he froze in place.

It's not appropriate to say 'hug', Ji Liao just wrapped his arms around his neck suddenly, pulled him into his arms, and rested his forehead on his shoulder.

"Stop it," he heard Ji Liao's muffled voice, "Stop saying it in this tone."

Ji Liao would rather that he was not so calm, and that he would show his emotions a little more.

"..." Yan Cun quickly replied, "Okay, let's not talk about it."

He quietly wrapped his hand around Ji Liao's back, hung it directly above the person's shoulders, patted it lightly, and said softly: "Stop talking, stop talking... um... shall we watch a movie?"

Ji Liao didn't move, and leaned against him for a while without saying a word. After a long time, he let out a hoarse "Mmm" and slowly let go of his hand.

Yan Cun unpacked the bottle of milk and handed it over.

Ji Liao reached out to take the milk, didn't say anything, and stared blankly at the screen that was playing a movie for a while.

The progress bar moved forward for a long distance, and apart from the original movie sound from the stereo, the slight sound of the cloth rubbing against the bed sheet could be heard from time to time in the ears of the two of them.

The two of them didn't talk anymore, they each held a bottle of milk and stared at the screen. In fact, their minds drifted a little far away, and they didn't watch the movie at all.

"At first, I also felt that...the fear of rain is fine if it doesn't change." Yan Cun said suddenly.

Ji Liao took a breath, turned his eyes to look over, and found that the other party was staring blankly at the screen without looking at him.

He gave a soft "huh".

"It happened several years ago," Yan Cun sighed softly, recalled it for a while, and said, "Before...um...actually it was similar to Li Wenxin's time—when I just became the deputy team leader , A woman called the police, saying that her ex-husband had kidnapped her two children and was standing outside the guardrail on the roof of the sixth floor, saying that she would die with the children."

Ji Liao guessed what happened that day in an instant, gave a difficult "hmm" and stopped talking.

Looking at it from his perspective, he couldn't see Yan Cun's expression clearly, and couldn't figure out what the other person's mood was right now, but he could only see clearly Yan Cun's moist eyes reflecting the white light.

"The man's attitude is very firm, strangling the child tightly with his arms, demanding that his ex-wife get back together with him, or throw the child off the sixth floor... His ex-wife is also stubborn, hates being threatened by others, and is always unwilling to compromise. It’s just lip service to that person, and we can’t persuade him.”

"It was raining heavily that day, and the roof was not covered. All of us stood under the heavy rain to confront him, and everyone was soaked. I had already tried desensitization therapy before that, and I was not afraid of losing my ability to think. , I won’t have any exaggerated reactions, but the environment that day really affected my mentality.”

"..." Ji Liao picked up his words, "You are a little restless."

"Hmm..." Yan Cun said softly, "Yes."

He decided to be a little more frank with Ji Liao, and he didn't suppress any emotions anymore. He turned his head to meet Ji Liao's eyes, and said with a gloomy expression: "At that time, I kept persuading that woman to stop irritating her, but it was useless. That man 'Hurry up and die with the oil bottle' - I made a wrong decision and gave the wrong order to ask other people to cooperate with me to forcibly snatch the child back from the man's arms."

"There was nothing wrong during the operation. We successfully rescued the child from his confinement, but..." He lowered his voice a little, "After the rescue was successful, all of us were relieved, and we couldn't help it for a while. I didn't pay attention to the man who was still standing outside the guardrail, and when I came back to my senses and met the man's helpless eyes, it was too late...he turned around and jumped off."

Ji Liao's eyes trembled slightly, his breathing was a little messy, and his throat was extremely dry.

He seemed to be substituting the roles in an instant, substituting Yan Cun who was standing on the roof in the rain a few years ago, substituting Captain Yan who made a decision out of desperation, and watched the man jump downstairs in despair.

He was a little uncomfortable.

The person who suffered more than him took a long breath, leaned back, and with a thought, he leaned his head on Ji Liao's shoulder and raised the back of his hand to his forehead.

"If I had been calmer and more secure at the time," Yan Cun said, "even if I had divided my observation power into that person's emotions a little bit, it might not have resulted in the current result. In retrospect, the mental state of that person The whole process was not quite right, it was obviously obvious, and I could find out if I just observed a little more, but I paid more attention to the external environment."

Ji Liao uttered a syllable in a hoarse voice: "No..."

"But I didn't expect that those two people...were actually in love..." Yan Cun gritted his teeth fiercely, "That man is still lying in the nursing home and has not regained consciousness—shortly after the incident, I and The others went to the hospital to visit him together, and happened to meet the woman who reported the incident kneeling by his bed and crying, crying heartbreakingly."

"She asked me ... why everything happened like this."