Feng Yuan met Shen Qianshan at dawn.
The man was covered in dust, his bomb suit was damaged, and he was covered in blood and mud, but his facial features were sharp and smooth. In the remaining firelight, his eyebrows and eyes were dark, and he was handsome.
Feng Yuan thought he was in so much pain that he was numb and hallucinating.
He stood frozen in place, waiting for the man to approach him step by step.
She touched her cheek with her palm, gave a soft smile, and then tears streamed down her face.
"You look so disheveled... Captain Shen."
The man laughed along, tenderly cupping his face and gently stroking the bloodstains. "Call me Qianshan."
Captain Shen belongs to the country, Shen Qianshan belongs to you.
Feng Yuan laughed heartily, tears streaming silently down his face.
This man truly lives up to his name; he has a broad mind and a deep understanding of the Qianshan of his motherland, but at the same time, he also has a special place in his heart reserved for himself.
It wasn't big, but it was just the right size to hold him.
Feng Yuan let herself fall into the other's arms, and the two of them supported each other as they sat on the ground.
A hoarse, soft voice called out, " Qianshan."
"I am here."
I have no strength left.
"Me too."
Feng Yuan chuckled again, ignoring the dirt on the floor, and rolled over to rest his head on the other person's lap, his posture more relaxed than ever before.
"I killed Allen, but he didn't have the controller." Feng Yuan closed his eyes. "Based on what I know of him, it's most likely detonated by sending timed text messages."
"But whether it's sent on a timed schedule or manually, we don't know."
"They should all have gone down the mountain by now," Shen Qianshan replied calmly. "It's alright."
Have you thought about your brother?
"I've thought about it."
How so?
" An'an will be sad, but he has loved ones and friends by his side, and the old man will take good care of him."
Shen Qianshan lowered his head, looking at him with a gentle gaze, and said, "He has many people, but you only have me."
"..." Feng Yuan cursed silently, raised his hand to cover his eyes, but couldn't bear not looking at him. After several attempts, he finally couldn't help but pull the man down and slam him hard against him.
She kissed him wildly.
" Shen Qianshan," he scolded with exasperation, "You're such a blockhead!"
"So stupid!"
"Um."
"..."
The two men's mouths were full of blood from the bite before Feng Yuan go and spat out a mouthful of blood.
My mouth is full of sand.
He complained in a low voice, "This experience was terrible, it's your fault."
Shen Qianshan nodded. "Yes, it was my fault."
Feng Yuan was completely convinced.
"Hey, did you bring a hair tie?"
"I brought it."
"Please tie my hair up first."
My hands are a little dirty.
Feng Yuan sat up. "You want to compete with me in terms of dirtiness?"
Shen Qianshan then took out the hair tie hidden in his wrist and clumsily combed his hair.
You're not dirty.
Feng Yuan curled her lips into a smile.
Her silver hair has grown a little longer than before, and you can see some of her original black hair at the roots, which looks beautiful.
But the ends of his hair were mixed with dirt and blood, forming knots with every comb, which made his scalp ache.
" Shen Qianshan," Feng Yuan continued to complain, "Has anyone ever told you that you're really bad at styling hair?"
Shen Qianshan replied seriously, "No, you're the first."
Feng Yuan smiled with satisfaction.
They were like an ordinary couple, climbing halfway up the mountain, lying down wherever they could, and watching the sunrise together.
Both of them had a lot of blood on them, some of which had already dried, and some wounds were still bleeding.
They talked a lot, from their first encounter ten years ago to Feng Yuan taking on the mission on the kill list to get close to Shen Qianshan; from the sweet and sour pork they missed that night to the motorcycle race Shen Huaian.
Feng Yuan generously stated, "Let the child call her that; sister-in-law and brother-in-law are the same. True superiors never concern themselves with titles."
Shen Qianshan pinched his waist, and Feng Yuan a tingling sensation in his waist, taking a soft breath.
They exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.
The two waited quietly for a long time, until they were in a daze and vaguely heard someone calling them.
There could also be the sound of propellers cutting through the air.
A familiar voice shouted excitedly, "I see them! I see them at Feng Chi!!!"
"Hey, Shen Mutou..." Feng Yuan struggled to open her eyes and asked, "Did you hear me?"
The man did not answer.
Feng Yuan felt a sharp prick in her heart. She frowned and got up. Her silver hair, which had been tied askew, slipped awkwardly down her shoulder and gently brushed against the man's peaceful sleeping face.
" Qianshan, wake up, don't sleep..."
The man still did not respond.
Feng Yuan panicked and tentatively reached out to check his breath, but because his hand was trembling, he couldn't detect it. He struggled to help the man up and pressed his hand against the other's chest to listen quietly.
No, this isn't right either, Feng Yuan thought, his heart pounding, it was so noisy.
Wen Jiu jumped down from the helicopter stairs and saw Feng Yuan looking down, holding the unconscious Shen Qianshan in his arms, kissing and touching him, constantly checking his neck and pulse.
Wen Jiu's voice choked with emotion. " Feng Yuan!"
Feng Yuan turned around in a panic, tears streaming down her face, the morning light breathtakingly beautiful.
No one had ever seen Feng Yuan like this before. It was as if he had lost his most precious thing. No matter how peaceful and serene the outside world was, his world was still in chaos.
Wen Jiu's eyes welled up with tears almost instantly.
He instinctively reached for Feng Chi's hand.
Only when her hand was held tightly in someone's palm did she muster a little courage and approach, saying, "I... I've come to pick you up."
" Xiaojiu..." Feng Yuan grabbed his hand, her voice choked with emotion, "Please help me, please help me..."
Wen Jiu reached out with trembling hands, and after a moment of silence, said to Feng Yuan in an excited voice, "He's still alive! He's still alive!"
"We'll take him to the hospital right away, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
The boy's face was streaked with tears, but he was smiling, both surprised and delighted. Finally, he couldn't hold back his sobs and cried out, "Damn! You scared me to death!"
Feng Chi sighed, pulled the person into his arms and patted them gently. Immediately, people came to help and lifted the person onto the helicopter.
Wen Jiu was terrified. "I thought I was late, waaaaah!"
Feng Yuan turned around and saw the sunlight shining on the boy. The earth warmed up, and his lifeless heart gradually warmed up as well.
He smiled and said, "No, you've come at just the right time."
all is well.
After saying that, he collapsed, exhausted, and someone supported his shoulders from behind.
Feng Yuan cautiously held on to his last breath, not fainting, until he saw the other person's face, at which point he smiled knowingly.
"K..."
" Yan Ke, call me Yan Ke." The young man corrected him with a smile, "This is the name I gave myself, after my mother's surname."
Feng Yuan smiled, realizing why the bomb hadn't detonated.
After setting a timed text message, Allen, doubting his ability to successfully kill Feng Yuan and the police, discussed it with Gu Xun beforehand, adding an extra layer of insurance for his life.
If he fails to complete the task within the agreed time, he orders the detonation program to be modified.
He dared not gamble with death.
It was this slight concern that gave K, one of Gu Xun's confidants, an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
Feng Yuan scoffed, laughing at the drug lord's cowardice and the unpredictability of life.
He said, "This name... is very good."
K grinned; he thought so too.
He spent a long time flipping through Chinese dictionaries before coming up with this name!
But Feng Chi was in trouble. Wen Xiaojiu, who was too empathetic, must have imagined something, because she had already broken down in tears, pouting and insisting on helping to lift the beauty up.
Feng Chi's face darkened, and he barely managed to stop him.
Feng Chi hadn't intended to speak, but his mood was far from pleasant, so he coldly retorted, "Why didn't you take the road earlier? Instead, you were holding hands here waiting to commit suicide together?"
"..."
In his last moments before losing consciousness, Feng Yuan was thinking of--
He and this guy surnamed Feng are truly incompatible according to their birth charts.
In the end, he thought to himself that he should have snatched Wen Xiaojiu away from the beginning.
As a result, during his slumber, Feng Yuan had several strange dreams.
I dreamt that he was having a fierce gunfight with someone, and accidentally shot down a random enemy in the Feng Chi.
He didn't think much of it, but Wen Xiaojiu was different; she kept hugging him and crying, making everyone's heart tremble.
Feng Yuan was extremely distressed; an overwhelming sense of guilt almost drowned him.
As a result, he turned around and was met with Shen Qianshan's expressionless face, holding handcuffs in his hand, threatening to arrest him personally.
He had originally planned to make sweet and sour pork for me, but he threw it in the trash, saying it was spoiled, dirty, and inedible.
Feng Yuan reddened, and he suddenly felt incredibly wronged.
It was that guy surnamed Feng who ran in and walked right into his line of fire; can you blame him?
Why aren't they even giving us food?
Feng Yuan was furious. He decided to lock this idiot in the kitchen, strip him of his clothes, put him on an apron, and make him sweet and sour pork for the rest of his life!
"If you don't do it, I'll shoot you!"
The scene shifts; the man, covered in blood, collapses into his arms. He panics again, throws down his gun, and says, "Weren't you coming to take me home? Why did you leave me behind?"
They scolded him for breaking his promise, called him an idiot, and then they started crying.
When has Feng Yuan ever cried?
All the tears of my first half of life were shed on this man.
Feng Yuan threatened him. "If you don't wake up soon, I'll kill them all!"
Shen Qianshan really woke up, with no injuries on his body, clean and tidy, still the same handsome and aloof person he was in the office.
It's covered in thorns, and its hair is quite stiff and prickly to the touch.
But in front of those close to her, she is incredibly tender.
Feng Yuan also wanted to be someone he kept in his home and cherished in his heart.
In the void of memory, He Qinglan smiled gently at him and said, "Then go."
"But didn't you want us to not know each other in the first place?" Feng Yuan said. "I shouldn't have gotten close to him, nor should I have gotten close to the Shen Family."
"But you protected him too, didn't you?" The woman stroked his hair. "When someone wanted his life, you took on the mission."
"Yes, I protected his life, so I should protect it."
"I won't let him go."
As if making a decision, Feng Yuan looked at her firmly and said, " Auntie He, I've taken a liking to him."
"Then don't dwell on the past, just move forward." He Qinglan gently and slowly pushed him away. "You two are destined to be together."
You two are destined to be together.
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Ahhh, it's over! Now it's time for Lasting, sweet session!
Seriously, I'm the kind of writer who writes mindless sweet romance novels about the entertainment industry, so why did I end up writing this serious plot? (bites handkerchief) I tried my best, hope you don't mind~
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