she's a rose she's a gun

The sky was getting dark, and Civilization was still slumped on the balcony. She estimated that it was almost 5 o'clock.

It has only been about two hours since I was arrested. At this time, I should be happily packing up my things while listening to music in the room, and by the way, I am looking forward to the day when I live with Mu Yang in my mind, but now...

hateful!As time passed, she became more and more anxious. I'm afraid she can't wait any longer. What if this man suddenly gets bored and presses the remote control in the middle of the night?

She calmly thought about it, why don't she move slowly to the door first, and if the man questions herself, she pretends to go to the bathroom, and then finds a way to break the rope after reaching the bathroom, in case there is no tool to borrow...

She didn't want to think about it anymore, she didn't want to make herself more afraid.

Just as Civilization took a deep breath and was about to take action, the radio suddenly announced the time.

"Di, di, di, di, di - Hello, listeners and friends, it is five o'clock in the afternoon, and China Central Radio will tell you the time. Next, please enjoy the classic Peking Opera excerpt "Mu Guiying in Command"."

Li Ge muttered: "What age is it that you still play such an old Beijing opera?" But he still listened to it with relish, shaking his head while listening, and tapped the beat with his fingers.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the woman on the balcony who was actually moving!

Reflexively, he tightly grasped the remote control in his left hand and looked carefully, but felt that something was wrong.

The woman twisted her left and right feet alternately, her eyes were full of horror, and her mouth was still making a whining sound, as if she had epilepsy.

Is it possible that you are sick?Brother Li screamed that it was not good, it was time for Yangzi to report, if the deal was successful, he didn't want to hurt this woman, if the deal failed, she was the bargaining chip between him and the police, no matter what she couldn't die at this time!

Thinking of this level, Li Ge was a little flustered, he sat up from the rocking chair for the first time, got up and walked towards civilization.

"Bang!" There was a gunshot in the blink of an eye.

A bullet grazed Civilization's shoulder and shot through Li Ge's unsuspecting left hand.

The remote control fell to the ground next to it in an instant.

Brother Li roared angrily, and quickly grabbed the remote control with his right hand.

At the same time, Yang Dongliang yelled on the walkie-talkie: "It's now!"

"Boom!" The special police broke into the door, and just as Li Ge was about to get the remote control, he jumped on Li Ge who was struggling on the ground and quickly controlled him.

Xiao Han, who followed closely behind, picked up the remote control of the bomb vest and handed it carefully to the police of the blasting team beside him.

Long ago, two policemen ran to Wenming, untied the rope and tape for her, and gently took off the bomb vest.

After handling the remote control, Xiao Han rushed to Wen Wenming's side, helped her up and asked anxiously, "Are you all right?"

Wen Wenming's legs were in severe pain, but she still supported Xiao Han's shoulders as if nothing, and forced a smile: "It's okay, I'll worry you."

She hopped out of the room with Xiao Han's shoulders on her shoulders, and at a glance, she saw Mu Yang looking anxiously in the corridor not far away.

The moment their eyes met, both of them blushed.

Regardless of the police's obstruction, Mu Yang rushed to Wen Wenming, but just looked at her with tears streaming down his face, unable to say anything.

The same is true for Wenming. She looked at Mu Yang's costume, and the complex emotions of the rest of her life made her not know what to say for a while.

After a moment of silence, Mu Yang wiped his face, stretched out his hand to take Wen Wenming from Xiao Han, and said only one sentence: "Go, let's go home."

"Ah."

Yang Dongliang held up the binoculars in the opposite building to see the scene in front of him, and the stone in his throat finally fell to the ground.He put down the binoculars, took a long breath, wiped the sweat off his face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Civilization naturally leaned against Mu Yang's arms, and fearing that Mu Yang would be too tired, he quietly let go of most of the strength on his body, but when Mu Yang found out, he hugged his shoulders arrogantly, almost hugging himself up.

Civilization's face turned red once again.

"Ahem." In the shadows around the corner, there was a sudden coughing sound, and Wang Gen appeared.

"Are you okay?" She looked at the two hugging each other and asked with a smile.

"It's okay..." Wenming was embarrassed to look at her, but still looked away and said, "I guess you helped too, thank you."

"It's a trivial matter, but your family Mu Yang is smart." Wang Gen smiled playfully: "It's getting late, I'll go back first, you take care of your wounds, and I'll come see you when I have time." ran away.

Wen Wen discussed with Mu Yang, and the two returned to Wen Wen's house in the same building. After all, Wen Wen's legs can't walk for a long time, so it's better to be closer.

As soon as he entered, Mu Yang pushed Wenming down on the sofa, and searched for medicine boxes all over the room.

"Hiss—" Mu Yang applied red potion on Wenming's right leg, and Wenming accidentally yelled out even though he endured it very hard.

"Does it hurt? Bear with it for a while longer." Mu Yang looked at Wen Wenming's red and swollen calf, feeling very distressed.

"It doesn't hurt." Wen Ming grinned at Mu Yang with bared teeth. "Did it come from the studio? What about over there?"

"It's okay, I told Nico, my scene has already been recorded, and I received a call from Captain Yang when I was about to change my costume." Mu Yang gently rubbed Wen Wenming's bruise.

After Mu Yang took the medicine, he simply cleaned up the house, Wen Wenming couldn't help but wanted to help, so Mu Yang pushed him back.

"Just take a good rest." Mu Yang said while changing the sheets: "Sleep here tonight, we will pack up together and move to my house tomorrow morning."

"Yeah." Wen Wenming looked at Mu Yang cleaning up the house, feeling sweet in his heart.

There is no way to make dinner civilized. Mu Yang ping-pong-pong in the kitchen for a while, and finally walked out silently, picked up his mobile phone and ordered takeaway.

While eating, Mu Yang picked up a chopstick of snow peas, and asked hesitantly, "Did you hear today's password all at once?"

Civilization smiled: "Well! I remember you told me when you were in junior high school."

When the senior high school entrance examination was about to take place in the third year of junior high school, one day at noon, Wen Wenming and Mu Yang finished their lunch and basked in the sun on the lawn behind the teaching building.

Mu Yang took the book and read it with relish.

"What are you watching? The high school entrance exam is coming soon, so don't hurry up and review." Wenming, who was reciting English words on the radio, took off his earphones and asked.

Mu Yang put the book he was reading in front of Wenming.

"Foxtrot in Shanghai"? The author is...Mu Shiying." Wen Wenming squinted his eyes and read out the title of the book.

"Well, this is the representative work of my favorite writer. He is a representative of the New Sensation School. Under the gorgeous words, there is a sense of decadence and sentimentality." When talking about his favorite writer, Mu Yang unconsciously talked a lot up.

"Oh..." Although Wenming didn't understand, he listened carefully: "The title of the work is good, but the author's name is a bit of a mouthful."

Mu Yang put down the book, pointed to the radio in Wen Wenming's hand and said, "Isn't the Peking Opera "Mu Guiying in Command" often played on the radio? Just remember to play this play when the time comes, and you'll be able to remember it."

"It's time to play "Mu Guiying in Command"...Mu Shiying...haha, remember." Wen Wenming waved his arms happily.

"Then let's dance the foxtrot too." Mu Yang put the book on the grass, pulled up Civilization, and the two of them danced happily in the afternoon sun.

Wen Wenming took a sip of the soup and looked at Mu Yang with a smile. This time, Mu Yang's face felt a little hot.

I always remember that it was your favorite literature.

When going to bed at night, Mu Yang gently tucked the quilt up for Wen Wenming, and when Wen Wenming was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard Mu Yang muffled in the quilt and said, "Hey, I'm not from your family."

Wen Wenming thought about it carefully, then suddenly remembered what Wang Gen said when he returned home, and couldn't help but secretly groaned in his heart: Oh, Mu Yang is probably not happy, yes, she is such an independent person, even if the two are in a relationship now, they should I also believe that there is no such thing as "who belongs to whom".

"Oh, I see, I'll tell her next time I see her..."

"You belong to my family."

civilization:"……"

Dare to fight for an affiliation.

Early the next morning, Mu Yang began to pack and pack her luggage, but it was really difficult for her to handle so much luggage alone, Wen Wenming sat on the side and wanted to help but couldn't, so she could only do it in a hurry.

"I've decided!" After loading two big bags, Mu Yang slumped on the sofa tiredly, and quickly sent a short message.

Wenming stepped forward to massage her shoulders distressedly.

An hour later, Nico led a group of people from the moving company into Wenming's house with a blank expression on his face.

"Okay, Nico is here!" Mu Yang greeted her at the door with a smile on her face, but Nico directly ignored her and walked in front of Wenming.

Mu Yang was not angry either, and began to direct the moving master to pack.

"Nico, I'm sorry to trouble you." Civilization touched his head in embarrassment, wanting to get up and greet him.

"Don't move." Nico hastily stretched out his hand to stop him, then pushed Civilization back, and took out various potions and bandages from his bag.

After a careful inspection, Nico breathed a sigh of relief, and a gratified smile appeared on his face: "It's nothing serious, it's just the blood stasis piled up there, it will be fine after a few days, and I'll apply some live blood to you The blood stasis potion, and then wrap a little bandage on you, be careful not to bump there these days."

"Well, thank you, Nico." Civilization said sincerely.

"Don't thank me, that person asked me, I have to listen." Nico pouted in the direction of Mu Yang, who was leading the aunts to clean up the kitchen enthusiastically.

Wen Wenming looked at Mu Yang's busy back, his eyes were full of love.

Nico saw Wenming's gaze, thought for a while, and finally said: "Actually, Muyang has changed a lot now. She used to be very cold. Even towards me and Weiran, she still had a business-like attitude, but since you After being by her side, she has become more sunny and gets along well with people, all thanks to you."

Wenming shook his head: "No, she is a very gentle person. Maybe there was some reason for that before. Speaking of which, I didn't do anything, but she was willing to show her smile to others."

Nico is noncommittal: "Maybe."

"By the way, I want to ask if you have any work arrangements on her birthday." Civilization whispered in Nico's ear.

"Birthday? Oh, you said it's Muyang's birthday next Sunday. There will be a small fan meeting on Saturday, and then there will be a one-hour live broadcast on Sunday. In private, I used to have dinner with her, Later, when Weiran and Sun Xuao came, everyone would eat and sing together." Nico raised a finger and thought.

"Oh, by the way, we don't have to participate this year if necessary. You can do whatever you want. After the live broadcast on your birthday, you won't be able to arrange work." Nico winked at Wenming with a smirk as if he suddenly remembered something.

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