Jiang Ting stood there without saying a word.
"You'd better put it away first, Yan Yan." He finally said softly, his eyebrows lowered without showing the slightest emotion: "The things your parents left for you are very precious, don't give it to others easily."
Jiang Ting put the empty teacup on the coffee table, turned around and wanted to leave, then Yan Xun suddenly got up and twisted his hand: "Why?"
"We've already agreed..."
"No, that's what you think unilaterally. I've never felt that there is only a physical relationship between us."
"A commitment related to lifelong events is not something you can decide so easily, you don't even think about it..."
"If I didn't think about it clearly, I don't know how many small models and actors I have hired casually in the past few years. Why am I chasing after you? Is it a bitch?!"
Jiang Ting frowned and said nothing.
"..." Yan Yan said bluntly, "I didn't mean that."
The atmosphere was tense and tense, Jiang Ting looked at Yan Yan for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Have you encountered any danger?"
Jiang Ting's keenness in logical thinking was overwhelming, Yan Yan's back muscles stiffened for a moment, and then he denied it: "No."
But Jiang Ting's wrinkled brows did not relax: "Listen to Yan Yan, this is not a joke, today Bureau Lu called you to the City Bureau because..."
"Did you refuse to agree because you were afraid of dragging me into the water? Have you ever thought that we are now in fact a spouse relationship, and whether you are willing to take this form or not, in the eyes of outsiders, it doesn't really matter. different?!"
Yan Yan's suppressed roar shocked people, echoed repeatedly in the living room, and even the air that solidified into ice cubes shivered for a long time.
After a long while, Jiang Ting exhaled softly and shook his head: "No, it's really different... I can't explain it to you."
If he listened carefully, he said every word reluctantly. It seemed that the hidden meaning in the words made him feel a little embarrassed in his heart, but Yan Yan ignored this point because of his anger: "What's the difference? I advise you not to If you think you are Jiang Ting, some things will be different once they happen. Do you think it’s useful to deny it? You have been a police officer for so many years and you don’t know what it means if you want someone to not know, unless you don’t do it yourself?!”
Jiang Ting's self-cultivation is that even if the situation is difficult and embarrassing, he can restrain his emotions very well on the surface, and only after Yan Xun's wildfire-like rage vented, did he quietly say: "It's my fault."
"Jiang stop you!"
Jiang Ting's expression was numb, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word as if his strength was drained, and he smiled bitterly for a long time:
"It was my fault."
He walked around Yan Yan, who was standing upright, and his footsteps were controlled evenly. Step by step, he walked into the guest bedroom and closed the door with his backhand.
It was the first time they slept in separate rooms in three weeks, probably because it had become a habit to wake up in the middle of the night and touch Jiang Ting's hand to make sure he was still there, and Yan Xun didn't fall asleep completely until the early morning. In a trance, he had a lot of bizarre dreams, most of which had no specific pictures or colors, but a certain negative emotion that was usually suppressed in the depths of his heart was infinitely magnified, and even violent tentacles were born. Sleep, you will immediately wake up sweating.
At five o'clock in the morning, Yan Yan almost used willpower to pull himself out of the dark nightmare, sat up suddenly, gasped for a moment, and rolled over to get out of bed.
His handsome and hard face was reflected in the mirror, his hair was fretfully messed up, and stubble had appeared on his chin. Yan Yan was picky and looked at himself not very satisfied. He took a deep breath and counted for ten seconds before he let it out. Finally, he felt that the burning anxiety was pushed back to the bottom of his heart.
"Jiang Ting?"
Yan Xun knocked on the door, but there was no echo in the guest bedroom. He suppressed his temper and said solemnly, "Jiang Ting? Open the door, let's have a good chat."
Deputy Yan's mature and sophisticated temperament was not cultivated since he was a child. Before he entered the police academy at the age of eighteen, he was a master who would fall ill after fighting for three days without seeing blood. Thanks to the close cooperation between the people's democratic dictatorship and the criminals for more than ten years after graduation from the police academy and the criminals, they gave him all-round severe crackdowns and suppression. No one but himself can remember how fierce and rude he was back then.
"Jiang Ting?" Yan Yan finally felt something wrong: "Are you inside?"
With a click, Yan Yan pushed open the door and entered, and his temples jumped in an instant. He saw that the bedding on the guest bed was neat and empty, and Jiang Ting had already left at some unknown time last night.
boom!
The door of the master bedroom bounced back from being hit against the wall. In an instant, Yan Yan stepped in, unplugged the charging mobile phone on the bedside table, and dialed a number directly.
When the bell rang for the third time, it was picked up, and Jiang Ting's trademark calm voice came from the opposite side: "Hello."
"Where are you?!" Yan Yan said, covering his face.
"..." There was a tick of the car turning on the turn signal from the phone, and Jiang Ting said, "Yang Mei is next to me."
As soon as the words landed, Yan Xun didn't even hit her, she turned around, changed clothes, put on shoes, grabbed the car keys, and was about to go out to chase.
"Don't come here, I won't see you even if you come." Jiang Ting gave a steady warning like a clairvoyant: "Calm down, Yan Yan, we are all grown ups, we should think carefully for a few days before making a major decision. You and I both need to give each other a little space to think about what happened during this time, otherwise we will act in a hurry on the spur of the moment, and if we regret it again, there will be no room for change."
Yan Xuan clutched the door handle: "How many days do you need?"
"what?"
"How many days do you need to promise me?!"
"..." On the mobile phone, only the noise of the vehicle could be heard. After more than ten seconds, when Yan Yan was about to be unable to restrain an evil fire, he suddenly heard Jiang Ting's quiet and gentle voice: "It may take a week to consider. Bar."
There was no sarcasm or helplessness in his tone, as if he had thought carefully.
Yan Xun released the broken hand on the door handle, and after a long while he let out a cold hum: "Okay. I'll wait for you for a week."
Then he cut off the phone.
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The vehicle was galloping on the highway in the early morning, and Yang Mei squinted her eyes to her side. Seeing Jiang Zing's expressionless face, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and throwing the phone that ended the call into the glove box with the other, she seemed to see his little finger trembling slightly at that moment.
- But it's impossible, did you see it wrong
This thought just came into Yang Mei's heart, and suddenly Jiang Ting slammed his back molars as if he couldn't hold back any longer, and slammed on the brakes!
Squeak - The rubber tires violently rubbed against the asphalt, tearing the eardrum sharply. Yang Mei was caught off guard to prevent leaning forward, and then she was slapped on the co-pilot by inertia, and she lost her voice: "Brother Jiang!"
Jiang Ting looked forward, the shoulders and lumbar spine under his shirt were tensed like rocks, and after a while, a few words came out of his bloodless lips: "I'm sorry."
It was too early, and there were not many cars on the inter-provincial highway. Yang Mei looked back and forth and asked in horror, "Brother Jiang... Did you sleep all night last night? Do you want me to drive..."
Jiang Ting raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously, and said, "Come and drive." Then he pushed open the door and got out of the car.
After a while, the vehicle broke through the foggy mist in the morning, and Yang Mei, who put on flat shoes, couldn't help but kept looking at the co-pilot while driving: "Why don't you take a break, Jiang brother, look at your face, last night was Didn't you sleep all night?"
When she said this, her tone was a bit sour. Jiang Ting was leaning deeply in the passenger seat, his face was indeed pale and haggard, and she shook her head unexpectedly: "I'm just in a bad mood."
For someone like Jiang Ting who is introverted, outsiders may not be able to hear him confess that he is in a bad mood for the rest of his life. Yang Mei couldn't even grit her teeth and couldn't restrain the sour taste of her tongue: "Is it because of that Yan?"
Jiang Ting did not answer this question directly, but instead asked, "What kind of person do you think I am?"
Yang Mei didn't expect that such a question would suddenly appear, so she was stunned, almost missed a turn, and hurriedly turned on the light to change lanes: "Brother Jiang, what you said... Of course, in my eyes, you know everything. I can't do it, that surnamed Yan is fierce all day long and has a bad stomach, and his eyes are hanging like a ghost, how can he compare with you?"
Jiang stopped for a moment.
"Really," Yang Mei said in a very serious tone, afraid that he would not believe it: "Do you remember the first time you saw me? Maybe you don't remember it, but I have always kept it in my heart, and I have never forgotten it over the years. Yes. It was the eighth day that I was arrested and detained in the branch. Everyone testified that I smashed the head of that surnamed Zhao with a wine bottle. I cried and told all the police that I really didn't know anything, but they would only put on the face of an official and tell me to be frank and lenient, and told me to be honest and not fight with the rich, or give me some Look at the color... It wasn't until I was about to lose it at the end that I suddenly heard rumors that a team leader had returned from a business trip and went directly to the scene of my crime. I couldn't believe it at the time, I just thought it was something they came up with The new trick—how can there be a brigade leader-level person who specially runs the scene for me?"
Jiang Ting was impatient to listen to her always mentioning this: "When I was in the brigade, I ran around 200 sites a year, what are you..."
"For you, it may be the most insignificant and insignificant 1/200th, but for me, it is something that I will never forget in 20 years. For example, I still remember you carrying that evidence bag, which contained A fragment of a wine bottle that was not much bigger than a mung bean, said to the few people surnamed Zhao: 'As long as things in this world have happened, they will inevitably leave traces and clues; no matter how much money you spend, you can't tell lies Become evidence, because I am the evidence'."
Jiang Ting didn't know what to think, and his expression was a little stunned.
"That was the first time I saw you. Maybe I was influenced by your repressive confidence in the face of any difficulties and difficulties." Yang Mei turned her head to look back at him and smiled with emotion: "I still remember your tone and demeanor when you said this to this day, maybe that's why I liked you from then on."
The trees on both sides of the road quickly swept back, Jiang Ting closed his eyes, and suddenly asked:
"Then do you know what it was like when I first met that fierce and ghost-like Yan Yan?"
A little confusion appeared on Yang Mei's face.
"Five years ago, Gongzhou and Jianning jointly organized a major anti-drug case, and I was the commander. The preliminary investigation and preparations lasted for two months. On the day of the official arrest, I sat in the command car and got connected. With three communication stations, they were racing against time to monitor the real-time situation, and suddenly heard an emergency report from the scene of the operation, saying that a target drug dealer got wind of the news, and is now carrying a weapon, and quickly went to the trading location to prepare for tip-off."
"The police managed to find the location of the transaction. If the drug dealer gang gets the news, the whole arrest will be in vain. There is no other way. I was about to risk failure and force the order to open fire, but suddenly I listened. People said that there was a small criminal policeman from Jianning City Bureau acting without authorization, and the drug dealer who followed the report rushed out of the ambush site, and now has lost contact."
"I was in a cold sweat and couldn't figure out what this little detective was trying to do. Should I immediately send someone to stop him? But then the police would definitely be exposed. But if he doesn't do anything, in case he dies What should I do? He is a single-handed person who can't shoot in order to prevent exposure, how could he possibly outsmart a desperado with a homemade grenade strapped all over his body?"
Yang Mei couldn't help but temporarily forget her distaste for Yan Yan, and said without thinking, "Based on what I know about you, Brother Jiang, I should send someone to stop him immediately."
"If it were now, I would." Jiang Ting said indifferently, "But five years ago, I was still relatively young. I said to myself, give him a minute to make honorable contributions...or a chance to sacrifice honorably."
Yang Mei raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"That was probably the most intense and torturous 60 seconds of psychological struggle in my life. In the 61st second, a report from the sniper at the scene suddenly came from the channel, and the little policeman who rushed out after the drug dealer ran back. His face was covered in blood, and while running wildly, he made a frantic gesture of success to the observation point. He used an empty wine bottle picked up by the roadside to hit the drug dealer with a depression in the back of his occiput, and he died of a brain hemorrhage on the spot."
Jiang Ting has no talent for storytelling, and his tone of narration is always calm and indifferent. But from those few words, Yang Mei's eyes showed the fierce, fierce and bloody Yan Yan who was completely reckless in doing things.
"Because the drug dealers failed to report the information successfully, the siege was finally carried out as planned and won a clean and beautiful victory. After the operation was over, I went to the commander's car to talk to my superiors. Suddenly, I felt something and turned around. The two The policeman helped a staggering young criminal policeman out of the scene. The surroundings were messy, and there were people holding law enforcement recorders in front of him; A strong suffocation and rebelliousness emerged from every pore on the body, sharp and insolent, making it impossible to look directly. But when he passed the command car, he deliberately glanced inward."
"I hung up the phone and asked the people next to him who he was, and they told me his name was Yan Yan."
The sky gradually brightened, and the endless wilderness turned into a gray plain behind the wind.
"Later, I pondered many times for some reason. What did the policeman named Yan Yan look at in the command car that day? Did he want to find me? Do you want to show off recklessly and high-profile by young people, or do you eagerly expect verbal praise from your superiors?"
Jiang Ting laughed lazily, a little self-deprecatingly: "I'm not good at praising others. If I hadn't left the command car that day, I might have given him just silence. But I don't know why, this is the first time I saw Yan Yan. The scene of him was so clearly imprinted in my mind, including the blood dripping from his forehead, the provocative expression, and even the aggressive eyes that were eager to try all the time. Maybe it was the first time you What does it feel like to see me, that's how I feel when I see Yan Yan for the first time."
"...Brother Jiang..." Yang Mei felt a little sour at the root of her nose.
"So you ask me if it's because of Yan Yan that I'm in a bad mood." Jiang Ting looked away, his sad smile dimly reflected in the car window, "No, it's because of myself."
The white Lexus was speeding across the highway, and in the depths of the smog ahead, "Gongzhou 24KM" hung high in the air, outlining a vague green shadow.