Kidney master

The morning sun shines through the heavy curtains, Song Chu is buried under the quilt, half of his face is covered by the quilt, his brows are furrowed, but there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Consciousness is like a river that has just broken through the ice, flowing slowly.

After about 2 minutes, Song Chu raised his hand, put the back of his hand on his eyes, and woke up sleepily.

She wrapped her arms around her side again, but unexpectedly, she didn't hug anything.

Song Chu woke up in an instant, straightened his waist and sat up suddenly, his heartbeat that was about to lose control slowly swayed back to the original place after his eyes touched the glass of milk on the bedside.

She let out a breath, put her messy long hair into a low bun, went into the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, and walked out of the bedroom with milk in her hands.

The milk is still warm.

***

Ji Yi'an was standing in front of the living room window, on the phone, when he heard the movement behind him, he turned around.

Then I saw that Song Chu was still wearing his T-shirt, his face turned red from sleeping, and after drinking alcohol last night, his face was still slightly swollen, not ugly, but showing some baby fat of vague age.

He felt his throat tickle for no reason and licked his lower lip.

Fuck, he thought.

Song Chu stepped forward and stood beside him without saying a word, just staring straight out of the window.

Ji Yian grew a branch in his heart, and he was so full of presence that he lay there. He glanced at Song Chu from the corner of his eye, and said to his mobile phone: "Got it, apply for the cooperation between China and the Maejian Checkpoint, and get it as soon as possible." Blue Sun' circulation path."

Most of the drugs in the Golden Triangle avoid the checkpoints on the main traffic lines and branch lines, but are sold to neighboring countries through the mountains and forests connected to the border.

To catch these drug dealers, the 24-hour checkpoints in various places have contributed a lot.

hang up the phone.

Song Chu took a sip of milk and asked softly, "The new drug is 'Blue Sun'?"

"Ah."

"Did it flow into China from the Golden Triangle?"

"The preliminary judgment is this." Ji Yi'an said, "We have controlled the mobile phone of the owner of 'Blue Sun', Chen Yugu, and found that he has connections with the Golden Triangle area."

"Ah." Song Chu responded softly, rubbing his fingertips on the wall of the cup, his eyes drooping.

"Then you came this time to track down the whereabouts of 'Blue Sun'?"

Ji Yi'an raised his eyebrows, looked at Song Chu's expression, and instantly realized that this was probably a proposition, he laughed: "It's also for chasing you."

So Song Chu rolled his eyes with a smile, obediently drank all the milk.

***

That night, Song Chu returned to the bar to sing again.

Since Ji Yi'an needs to continue playing his undercover identity, Song Chu has to straighten out other auxiliary information for him.

Having a woman like her who can eat black as her pillow is much more trustworthy than Ji Yi'an alone.

The gorgeous and changeable lights of the bar were changing and shining down. Song Chu was sitting on a high chair, holding an acoustic guitar in his arms, her long hair blocked her side face, and the light and shadow were mottled under the light.

Flick your fingertips, and the beautiful and graceful notes pass by.

No matter how beautiful the early Song Dynasty was, it was as dangerous as it was. Once Jiasu died, the people here realized this more clearly.

Someone still gave her flowers, and the waiter walked up from the side of the stage to deliver flowers, but Song Chu refused.

Her red lips were slightly parted, unlike when she deliberately teased people's hearts before, her voice was clean and pure, but it was even more shocking.

All souls, no matter clean or dirty, will love such a pure green and yet captivating goblin.

***

Song Chu stepped off the stage after singing only one song, and the audience applauded thunderously.

She walked through the crowd to the bar and ordered a low-alcohol cocktail.

The little girl at the bar smiled and said to her: "Sister Chuchu, I found that you feel different when you are married and sing!"

"Huh?" Song Chu leaned against the bar, "Why is it different?"

"I can't say it, but it feels a lot gentler, and it sounds better. Sister Chuchu, I will also go on your wedding day. Your husband is super handsome. Standing together, he looks like a man and a woman."

Song Chu took a sip of wine lazily, and smiled lazily with the corners of his lips curled up.

Ji Yian's provocative power, she knew it the first time she saw him.

Suddenly, Song Chu's eyes paused slightly, and he looked at the man at the door of the bar. He was still wearing a hat today.

Ji Yi'an had obviously seen her too.

Song Chu laughed, and pushed the wine glass back to the bar: "Charge the money for the drink to my account, and I'll pay next time." After she finished speaking, she walked out, her steps tinged with joy and longing.

The little girl ran out of the bar gracefully and came to him. She didn't know whether she was afraid of being heard or on purpose. She stood on tiptoe, her breath hit his ear, and her voice was crisp and clear: "Captain Ji."

Ji Yi'an softened his heart halfway, and raised his hand to wrap her shoulders.

Song Chu this person is really a mystery, the day before he walked away with a cold heart, and today he is charming and sweet.

"Want to eat something?" Ji Yi'an asked.

"Okay." Song Chu led the way, "I know a sixtieth century restaurant that is delicious."

There were a lot of people at the [-]th birthday stall, Song Chu took two paper towels and sat on the plastic stool to wipe the table, she wiped it very seriously, and wiped it back and forth twice.

The evening wind messed with her long hair, which was thrown back without elastic.

After Ji Yi'an clicked over, he saw her keep brushing her hair back. He walked over and put the hat upside down on top of Song Chu's head.

Song Chu turned his head and smiled at him.

"There are too many people, so we have to wait a little longer."

"Well, I'm not hungry anyway." Song Chu said.

In fact, she seldom eats supper. She eats irregularly. She often skips breakfast and has no fixed order for dinner. Sometimes she just forgets to eat and falls asleep as soon as she falls asleep.

"Is there any progress in your affairs?" Song Chu asked.

"Tomorrow I plan to meet someone, I mentioned to you before, the undercover agent stationed in the Golden Triangle." Ji Yi'an whispered, "It's called Zheng Guoli, Team Zheng, do you know him?"

"Have not heard."

"I thought you knew a lot of people here."

Song Chu raised his eyebrows: "He's not from the west side of the city, is he?"

"No, he is in Shan State, dozens of kilometers away from here."

"Then it's normal if I don't know them. The towns and tribes here are quite closed and independent. Except for drug dealers who run all over the world, most of the others are very stable."

"Have you been living here all these years?" Ji Yi'an asked.

"Probably." Song Chu rubbed his fingers, "When I first came here, I ran around for a few months to check on Mr. Gu's affairs, but there was no news later, so I settled here."

Ji Yi'an turned his head and glanced at her sideways.

He suddenly remembered a story about slaying a dragon. The brave young man decided to slay the dragon, but finally sat on the corpse of the evil dragon, looked at the glittering jewels, slowly grew scales, tails and tentacles, and finally turned into another evil dragon .

Countless teenagers died on the way to slaughter the dragon.

The victorious boy eventually becomes a dragon.

If Song Chu is allowed to grow freely, will she eventually die on this land, or become the next demon to rule this land.

"Come on! Hey, sister Chuchu, you are here too." The owner of the stall held a steaming sixtieth and greeted Song Chu enthusiastically, "You told me just now, I will make it for you in advance gone."

Song Chu took out a pair of chopsticks and poked it on the table, then said with a smile, "I haven't waited long."

After all, she leaned over slightly and took a deep sniff, her expression was very satisfied, her eyes were bright, and she smiled with dimples: "Hurry up, this restaurant is super delicious!"

Ji Yian suddenly felt relieved.

Even if the dragon was really slaughtered in the early Song Dynasty, it was impossible to grow into the next evil dragon.

She is obviously satisfied with a plate of sixties, renting an apartment that is sufficient for living, singing in a small bar, and calling drug dealers brothers and sisters, but she has never really taken a detour.

She has neither the greed nor the cruelty of the dragon.

But now with Ji Yi'an, it is no longer possible for her to die on the way to slaughter the dragon.

Ji Yi'an will protect her.

***

Song Chu and Ji Yi'an both prefer spicy food, and after eating a plate, they were covered with hot sweat. Song Chu's lips were bright red, and his eyes were foggy.

"Eat slowly." Ji Yi'an got up and brought her a glass of iced pineapple juice.

Song Chu held it in his palm and took a big sip, then heaved a long sigh of relief.

"What time do you go to Shan State tomorrow?" Song Chu asked.

"Eight in the morning." Ji Yian settled down, and added, "Cen Han will wait for us there in advance."

Song Chu raised his eyebrows.

"Team Zheng's intelligence receiver is our team, and Cen Han will contact him directly, so he will be more familiar."

Song Chu smiled, and slightly narrowed his malicious eyes.

"Ji team, why explain to me, afraid that I will be jealous?"

Ji Yi'an had no choice but to flick the bridge of her nose lightly with his fingers: "What are you jealous of? I told you that I like you."

The words were straightforward, neither bending nor twisting, and Song Chu was stunned for a while by "hitting".

Her heart skipped a beat, and she skillfully entangled Ji Yi'an's hand before she could take it back, interlocking her fingers, and pressing back and forth on the joints of the back of his hand with her fingertips.

The little girl smiled and leaned closer, holding his right hand with both hands, resting her chin on her hand, blinking her eyes twice quickly.

There was a three-point coquettish and three-point flattery in the words, acting like a baby against the itch in people's hearts.

"Captain Ji, your confession is smooth. You used to have a lot of girlfriends, right?"

Ji Yi'an didn't expect that he would finally fall for her, he leaned back on the chair, smiled casually and looked away.

"How many?" Song Chu asked.

Ji Yi'an had no choice but to answer honestly: "I had two when I was in school."

Song Chu gave a soft "tsk", raised one eyebrow and squinted at him, his posture was very relaxed.

"Oh, two, do you want to explain to your current pursuit?"

Ji Yi'an directly raised his foot and kicked her chair leg lightly, scolding with a smile: "Excuse me!"

Song Chu scratched his eyebrows and made a distressed look: "Then it will be difficult for me to accept you."

Ji Yi'an smiled helplessly, his voice was low, lazy and ruffian, with a slight smile, like boundless indulgence and pampering.

"When I was in school, I didn't want to study, so I talked about having fun. Both parties were playing, just like following the fashion."

Ji Yi'an recalled his girlfriend at that time, he actually couldn't even remember his face clearly, the first love that he will never forget in his life is really nonsense to him.

He rubbed his nose and snorted, "I was naive back then, I don't know why they broke up because of some trivial matter, I can't remember."

Song Chu listened with relish.

She really doesn't care about Ji Yian's past at all, if she didn't have those "problems", Song Chu probably couldn't count the number of boyfriends she had with two hands.

But her heart only beats for Ji Yi'an.

Bewitched.

fate.

Song Chu took another sip of the sweet and sour pineapple juice, and said casually: "Actually, I'm quite naive, too."

Ji Yi'an tilted his head and smiled, he held the edge of the glass and shook it slightly, with a rare tenderness in the corner of his mouth, his voice was lazy but serious.

"I wish you were naive."

***

The sky is far away, and the stars are dim.

The warm air from the supper stand is wrapped in the smell of oily smoke and spices, and it feels sticky when blown on the body.

Deep and shallow light and shadow passed over Ji Yi'an's profile.

Song Chu suddenly understood, the life of ordinary people.

Because of Ji Yian's sentence "I wish you could be more naive", she felt that the nerves in her temples were all active, pulling out bursts of dull pain, but it subsided into a warm current in her heart.

Song Chu supported his head with one hand, his eyes were very bright.

Said softly: "Your ex-girlfriend is also naive, didn't you break up?"

"Didn't I be naive back then, but it's different now." Ji Yi'an grabbed her other hand that was on the table, his pupils were full of magnanimity.

He continued.

"You are naive, I spoil you, isn't that all right?"

***

Ji Yi'an's promises have always been straightforward, without tacit temptations, without the fighting spirit of advancing and retreating, he is pure and straightforward.

Just like his people.

He has been running around on missions for a long time, which made his complexion a healthy and sexy wheat color, his facial features are tough, and his muscles are tense. When he goes out on missions, he carries a gun and rushes to the front, using his body to block all the bullets that try to shoot at ordinary people.

Song Chu thought that falling in love with him was just as tough.

But he didn't expect that he would be defeated and retreated in his gentle hometown.

"Give me a title, and I can give you whatever you want in the future."

"I can teach you how to give your heart to me."

"Because I like you, is that enough reason?"

"You are naive, I spoil you, isn't that all right?"

***

Song Chu raised his head and looked at him quietly.

She raised her hand and brushed her long hair casually, looking so beautiful.

When he looked up again, his eye circles were red.

***

Wine meets confidants, chess meets opponents.

Life and death, forever.

I am a dreamer.

I thought you were the one who could take me out of the dream world, with a new body, skin and bones.

But I didn't expect that you wouldn't want me to be skinned and boned.

You let me continue to sink into dreams and guard all my fragility.