Marven Ye: "Then what happened to joining the anti-government army?"
Xing Yuan: "At that time there was a war there, and I was discovered by them..."
His words were interrupted by a knock on the door, Xing Yuan stopped, and someone shouted outside: "Jerry, Moses, they found an armed force in the woods to the south, come and have a look!"
"Understood." Xing Yuan replied, turned his head and whispered to Marven Ye: "Stay here first, I will tell them that you are mine, and when I come back, we will clarify the rest."
Marven Ye stammered a little: "Wait... what your people... your words are ambiguous... "
Before he could finish his words, the person on the other side had already put on his uniform and went out, and he locked the door when he left, obviously not wanting others to come in.
Marven Ye: "… "
All right. He wiped his face and thought to himself: If you have any ideas, we will solve it together when people come back.
This wait, until the evening.
Xing Yuan threw the blood-stained coat to the soldier behind him. The goggles were shattered during the shootout. There was still blood dripping from his forehead, but he didn't care. He only ordered with Gene standing next to him: " Let the doctor treat the wounded, and Garcia and Moses, let them bring people to trial the prisoners of war in the first instance, and bring me some food later."
Gene's left leg was slashed by a bullet, and he walked a little limp. Xing Yuan looked at him: "Losing too much blood will make you more uncomfortable, go to the second floor and find a place to lie down and ask the doctor to bandage you. ."
Gene glanced at his leg: "Small wound, I'll take care of it myself later."
Xing Yuan just mentioned it casually. He walked to the door and took out the key to open the door.
Gene watched his movements with a strange expression: "I heard from the brother who guarded the door, that Chinese man stayed in your house for a day."
Xing Yuan: "Well."
"You know each other?"
Xing Yuan paused and looked back at him: "No. What?"
"It's nothing." Gene shrugged: "No wonder you don't touch the girls the boss found, because you like men." Speaking of which, he couldn't help but say: "But... Is our aesthetic a bit biased? I think He looks... um... you know what I mean, you like that?"
"..." Xing Yuan looked at him, as if it was the first time he knew this gentle black brother.
Gene: "Oh man, don't look at me like that, there's still prejudice against gays in this land, but I don't think it's alright."
"There are wars and diseases everywhere. No one knows how long they can live. How can they care about what kind of people they like." He shook his head and said, "But Moses has an opinion on you, don't let him take the opportunity to find out what kind of people they like." Your people are in trouble."
"Well, it's getting dark, I hope the lady hasn't slept yet, we have a little too many wounded..."
After speaking, the guy waved his hand and limped away.
Xing Yuan watched him go downstairs, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.
Not that Gene's comments made him uncomfortable, or how ridiculous.
But... He didn't want to refute Jean's words, and even had a faint sense of excitement...
Is it because I was in a foreign land, I experienced life and death countless times, I lost sleep every night, and then I finally found out... There is another person who is willing to travel thousands of miles to set foot on this land just to find himself
It is undeniable that Marven Ye's arrival has greatly touched him.
"Why did he come?" This question lingered in his mind. Xing Yuan lowered his head and reinserted the key in the keyhole, thinking: "My relationship with him... In fact, it has not been very good, although We were in trouble together, but... because of the orders of the special affairs department, he always disliked me."
So, why was Marven Ye willing to risk artillery fire to come to the war zone to find someone who might have died
"Maybe another mission," he thought.
After turning the key twice in the keyhole, Xing Yuan pushed open the door and stepped in.
The guards outside the door were driven downstairs by him, and the elite team members who lived next door hadn't come back. He and Marven Ye were the only ones on the third floor.
This is the best chance to be alone.
Because it was night, the room was dark, and only some dim moonlight came in through the broken window, so that people would not bump into the wall when walking.
Xing Yuan walked in and lit an oil lamp on the table, and the room instantly lit up.
He turned his head and swept around, and found Marven Ye lying on the camp bed, sleeping soundly on his side.
Marven Ye was still motionless when the light hit his face, presumably he really didn't rest well in the past two days.
Xing Yuan bent down and got closer to observe him.
Looking through the light, the pockmarks on this guy's face became more obvious.
Xing Yuan: "..." Forget it, I can't be emotional at all.
After a while, someone outside brought in the food, saw Marven Ye lying on the bed, and left again with a weird smile.
Xing Yuan knew what he was thinking at a glance, and was too lazy to explain, thinking that it was fine, he could take the opportunity to have Marven Ye follow him.
The smell of the food woke Marven Ye, he rolled over and sat up, saw Xing Yuan leaning against the wall by the window to eat, he yawned and leaned over: "What's there to eat?"
"Canned food, vegetable soup, pancakes." Xing Yuan swallowed a mouthful of pancakes and motioned him to look at the table: "Military rations, anyway, have less bacteria. Eat?"
Marven Ye: "Try it."
Then he was stabbed in the throat by the dry, hard cake.
"What... what... This cake is actually a hidden weapon, isn't it?!" He coughed dryly for a long time, then said hoarsely, "Just eat something like this? Aren't you the squad leader?"
Xing Yuan didn't change his face and chewed the cake in his hand, and said, "I'm not a team leader, just a temporary team member."
Marven Ye watched in awe as he picked up the other half of the cake and said, "Come on, I think that group of people will listen to you."
"Because I can fight." Xing Yuan pointed to the next door: "The black man who lives next to him, the one called Moses, and the Gene you met before, were sent by their boss to monitor me nearby."
Marven Ye: "… Huh?"
Xing Yuan picked up the soup bowl on the table, blew the oil stain on it, lowered his head and took a sip.
"Do you think that a suspicious person who appeared in the war zone can stand here and chat with you unharmed?"
Marven Ye pressed a finger on his forehead: "No harm?"
Xing Yuan hissed and almost knocked over the bowl in his hand.
Marven Ye pressed the Band-Aid on his neck again: "You call this unscathed?"
The injuries there were also very new. In the morning, Ji Ma treated Xing Yuan's wounds large and small, and Marven Ye stood beside them. He could see clearly how many new injuries had been added to Xing Yuan's body.
"How did you get the wound here?" He leaned over and tore the band-aid to one side, and looked at the scars that were not yet scabbed inside: "The incision is sharp... Who cut your neck with a knife?"
Xing Yuan's Adam's apple moved: "I had a fight with Follett from the Ysera unit. He slashed my neck and I pierced his kidney."
Marven Ye: "What is Ysera?"
Xing Yuan put down the soup bowl: "Ysera rebels, their people found me on Mount Kineti, the war zone was unreasonable, that group of people wanted to shoot me, I killed a few people, and finally they want to recruit me."
"..." Marven Ye didn't quite understand the thoughts of this group of people, and asked again, "What about Follett?"
Xing Yuan: "The members of Ysera's fifth elite unit, I am not pleasing to the eye, and they attacked me on the night that I entered their unit."
Marven Ye: "What about later?"
Xing Yuan sneered: "They sent him to the field hospital in the anti-government stronghold."
Marven Ye watched him pick up the box of canned food and put it in front of him, and said uncomfortably, "Give me something to eat?"
"Well." Xing Yuan withdrew his hand and leaned against the wall again: "I'm full."
Feeling that the other party's attitude was a little different from before, Marven Ye sat down on the chair awkwardly, burying his head to eat.
After a while, he raised his head unbearably: "I said... Can you stop looking at me all the time, it feels weird."
Xing Yuan: "Oh, there is nothing to see, only you."
Marven Ye took a deep breath: "What do I have to look at..."
"Look at your pockmark." Xing Yuan pointed to the pile next to his nose: "I'm thinking, how many days can these things you draw last?"
Marven Ye: "...a week, maybe."
Xing Yuan: "Oh."
Marven Ye: "What's with your expression, it's too obvious to dislike it, do you think I'm blind?"
Xing Yuan: "It's really ugly."
Marven Ye: "… "
He picked up the pen in his pocket and poked the man's thigh: "Are you saying that again?"
Xing Yuan also took out the pen in his pocket and hooked the tip of the pen to Marven Ye's chin: "I have this too."
"Are you stupid?"
"You're not stupid."
"You can't be as stupid as me?" Marven Ye was about to laugh angrily, and poked him hard: "You can't be as stupid as I am now, a dignified rich man in gold and silver, now squatting here and eating dry biscuits with vegetable soup , The body is covered with band-aids and gauze. I look at your face and it's almost disfigured. Alas, it's so miserable."
The person who was poked around by him snorted.
"I'm all mixed up like this, you still come to this place to find me." Regardless of the pen on his leg, Xing Yuan looked down at him, his voice a little hoarse: "It's been almost five days since the plane crash, I may be parachuting. When he died, he may have been killed because of the war here, and the body was thrown in the rubble, and he couldn’t find it if he tried to find it.”
He said slowly, "Even so, you still haven't given up looking for me... Who are you if you're not stupid?"
Marven Ye's hands stopped for a while, and he was speechless: "I, I didn't think about it..."
Xing Yuan rubbed the pen against his chin: "Why did you come to me?"
Marven Ye said honestly: "I think you must still be alive."
"Not this." Xing Yuan shook his head, he bent down and looked at the person in the chair: "When you were in the UK, you always disliked me. I had a lot of faults, and what you said at that time was right. You said... I Their lives are not worth more than other people's, or even less than most ordinary people."
"If it weren't for the order of the Special Affairs Department, you should have protected more outstanding talents, instead of running to the UK with me, and finally being forced to flee all the way."
Marven Ye said with difficulty: "No... Later I found out that you are not really that... "
He didn't say what he said later, Xing Yuan held the pen to his mouth, leaned over and said, "I have sent back all the evidence of collusion between the Xing family and the senior officials. It's just another witness. But for me, dispatching the peacekeeping force has been considered as the best and righteous, and they didn't give you a task, right?"
Marven Ye pressed the pen on his lips, moved it a little, and whispered, "I applied for it myself."
Xing Yuan: "Why?"
- I am not pleasing to the eye, why do you still come to save me
— If I had an accident, maybe someone would grieve, someone would sigh, someone would sneer or even celebrate.
"Only you came to me." He lowered his head, put it on Marven Ye's shoulder, and said tiredly, "I… thank you very much."
Marven Ye was still holding the pen in one hand, his right shoulder was a little heavy, his fingers hanging on his side moved, and finally he lifted it up and put it on the man's back.
There was only one oil lamp in the room that gave off a dim yellow light, and it couldn't shine very far. It only gently surrounded the two people beside the table, as if the light could only be seen here.
It seems that late at night can expose all the hidden weaknesses of people, and it also makes people much more emotional and easier to express their feelings than in the daytime.
The breaths of the two were close at hand, Marven Ye wasn't sure what he was thinking, but he felt that he had been searching for so many days, flying from the UK to South Sudan, dealing with various local people, watching the war happen in front of him, and Those frustrating, news stories about the crashed plane.
He doesn't know why he is still insisting, the relationship between the two is actually not as good as good friends, but when he heard Xing Yuan's accident, he was in a mess first.
There was a mess in the special affairs department recently. Zheng Xingguo did not give him the task. The Xing family had long determined that Xing Yuan was dead. After the peacekeeping force confirmed the body on the plane, they could only search privately because of the tension in the war zone. There is more action.
Marven Ye looked around, and finally found that no one insisted on looking for him.
"If I don't come, will he really stay here? Maybe he can wait for rescue, but he may also die in the war." He took the man's shoulders and thought silently in his heart: "I don't want him Just so dead."
Thinking so, he slowly said, "Xing Yuan."
The other man put his head on his shoulder and didn't move.
"Everyone has shortcomings. The most difficult thing is to insist on self-correction. You are fine, not so unbearable." He patted the other person's back, carefully bypassing the injured area: "I won't comfort people, I will borrow my shoulders. Come on."
Xing Yuan smiled lowly: "Thank you."
The author has something to say: Xing Yuan: How can my label of "unlucky attack" be a false name? (／=▼＿▼=)／┴─┴
[To give Xiao Gong the status of the world's X richest man, in addition to letting Xiao Shou protect him, I also want to let him eat chaff every day and become a migrant worker?][I will not say (⊙▽⊙)]
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#####The reason for X-in-the-air #####
Xing Yuan: "Why did you travel across mountains and rivers to find me?"
Marven Ye: "You haven't paid your salary this month."