"I miss my cat."
Clouds swallowed the light of the stars and the moon. A police jeep walked through the dark night. The four people in the car were all wearing black combat uniforms, tactical vests and helmets. .
It was Yi Zhuo who spoke. He sat by the window, his eyes and tone were very gentle, it didn't look like he was about to perform an unknown mission.
"Brother Jian, do they go to feed it canned food every day and show it my pictures?" Yi Zhuo said, "It can't see me, it must miss me. It grabs my sofa when it wants me,
bad guy. "
"I bought three-month cans this time." Yi Zhuo added: "I wanted to buy a few more boxes, but they expired. I opened one for it before I left, and it knew that I was leaving, They refused to eat. I... ..I forgot to ask Brother Jian to buy it according to my brand."
"Go back and buy it yourself." Xiao Yu'an interrupted suddenly, "Brother Jian has already helped you feed the cat, so do you want to buy canned food for you?"
Yi Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and sighed, "I made a mistake, go back and punish me for drinking. I, I was just a little nervous."
"Promising." Xiao Yuan's voice was colder than usual, and his hand wearing black tactical gloves held a sniper rifle, "How many missions have you performed, why are you nervous?"
Yi Zhuo laughed again, patted his helmet a few times, "Don't imitate me, it's okay, what a mission, our team is worth it!"
After that, no one spoke in the car, and the rough wind smashed over with sand and stones, making a sour sound on the car body.
Xiao Yuan looked ahead with a cold face.
Yi Zhuo joined the team at the same time as him, and his ability is nothing to say. Every time he performs a mission, he talks a lot, always muttering about the cat ancestor at home. But Yizhuo didn't worry about the cat being left alone in the future and whether there is enough canned food.
The level of this mission is too high, and the captain told each of them before departure that they should be prepared to sacrifice.
A faint itching suddenly came from the lower back. Xiao Yuan subconsciously turned his hand back and touched it.
At first, he didn't realize what was itching, and when he pressed his hand on it, he suddenly remembered that it was the injury he suffered during his first real-combat mission in the second year of his sophomore year.
After so many years, the scar that was originally hideous and ugly has become shallow and pale, but it is strange that it itch occasionally, as if reminding him of its existence.
The brothers on the team, no one has not been injured, everyone sometimes talks about injuries, and they all have the same experience - old scars will also itch.
Xiao Yuan retracted his hand and closed his eyes for a while.
That faint itch reminded him of Mingshu.
When Mingshu discovered this scar, he was still a child in junior high school. He woke up early in the morning with tears all over his face. He carefully touched the scar, for fear of hurting him, and kept asking—Brother, does it hurt
He wasn't in pain, but he was itchy when Mingshu touched him.
The scar seemed to remember the touch of Mingshu's fingers, and every time it tickled, it was similar to Mingshu's crying touch.
The child is squeamish and loves him dearly. Such a small injury has caused so many tears.
Yoon-na if he was hurt more badly.
If he goes back and forth...
Xiao Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, recovered from the assumption, and realized that he, like Yi Zhuo, was also uneasy about this mission.
Yi Zhuo was thinking about the cat in the house, and what he was thinking about was Mingshu - the earth cat he was talking about when he joked with Yi Zhuo.
In their team, sacrifice is not particularly far away, there are many pictures on the team's heroic wall, and every year someone surrenders their young lives.
Compared with other teammates, he takes sacrifice a little lightly. Because he was born in a military family, his parents and brothers, except for Xiao Jincheng, who became a special police officer, are all soldiers.
He grew up in such an environment and chose such a career, that is, he has sufficient psychological preparation.
But now the itch on his lower back is irritating his nerves, reminding him every time that Mingshu is not ready.
If one day he is gone, how will Mingshu face it
Mingshu is undergoing closed training and doesn't even know that he is risking his life.
He understands Mingshu, and Mingshu regards him as a target.
Cowan - can't he see it
He sighed very lightly, feeling - a strange, strange feeling - regret.
He should tell Mingshu that he is going on a mission. This mission is different from the previous one and is more dangerous. He cannot guarantee that he will be able to return safely.
In this way, Mingshu at least has a mental preparation.
But if time goes back, can he really say it
He was relieved to learn that Mingshu was going to participate in the closed training camp, so he didn't have to explain it to Mingshu.
He drove Mingshu to school that day. Mingshu was full of vigor and pride, and the excitement that he was about to flex his muscles was like a dazzling light, and Mingshu was in the light.
Mingshu was reluctant, and begged him for a kiss in the car. His mood also came up, and he kissed Mingshu breathlessly like the first kiss.
The car stopped suddenly, followed by the sound of sorting equipment.
Xiao Yuan immediately retracted his thoughts and quickly entered a state of battle.
They are to join another team to capture one of the hearts of a transnational criminal gang.
The battle started at the deepest moment of the night. The explosion turned the sky blood red, and the gunshots continued. Xiao Yuan calmly locked the heads in the optical sight and pulled the trigger calmly.
What he saw in front of him was a vicious gangster, a teammate who needed his firepower to cover. Bullets whistled in his ears, and his breath was full of scorching gunpowder smoke.
Mingshu was completely wiped out of his brain, and his little boyfriend didn't need to know what an actual battle in blood and fire was like.
The helmet was knocked into a depression by the stray bullet, the muscles of the thigh were torn by the bullet, and blood gushed out in an instant. The blow on his head made his ears ring violently. In the field of vision, Yi Zhuo was shouting something to him.
The helicopter landed in high winds, and the wounded, including him, were carried up for emergency treatment.
There is already a little morning light on the horizon, which is light blue.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, he felt a piercing pain in his leg, and Mingshu also poured into his consciousness at this moment.
"No blood vessels were injured." The team doctor, who is in his thirties and experienced, handled the bullet wound swiftly for him, then patted him on the shoulder, "Go to sleep."
He closed his eyes, but he was more awake than when he was lifted into the helicopter.
He heard the cry, woohoo, it was Mingshu's cry.
Mingshu looked at his injury and wanted to touch it, but this time it was dripping with blood, and Mingshu hung his hands like that, not daring to touch it.
"Brother, are you in pain?"
"Brother, you scared me to death!"
"Brother, why didn't you tell me?"
He wanted to speak, but there was blood in his mouth, and he couldn't pronounce a single syllable.
He could only let Mingshu sue.
Mingshu took the badge of honor for the closed training camp. He will be 20 years old soon. He is a tall and handsome man, but he still cries like he did when he was a child.
I will not want you.
The potion injected into the blood vessels worked, his consciousness began to blur, and a single sentence swirled in his mind, I will not want you.
Reality and imagination gradually became confused, he hugged Mingshu and coaxed him gently and patiently.
"I won't want you."
"But you're so badly injured! You didn't even tell me! You almost came back down!"
Mingshu was still crying, but being held by him, he didn't dare to struggle, for fear of breaking his wound.
So he hugged Mingshu even tighter, "I'll tell you all, I'll let you know what tasks come up in the future."
The sun pierced into the ward, Xiao Yuan just woke up and squinted to look at the window.
It has been a week since he came back and has been recovering from his injuries in the hospital.
There were casualties in this mission, and Yi Zhuo was almost cut off by a bullet, but he suffered no other injuries. Every day, he ran from the hospital to the house, and after feeding the cats at home, he came to be a cow and a horse for their wounded brothers.
Xiao Yuan looked at the window for a while, and got out of bed to prepare for some activities.
He can't do strenuous exercise now, but his legs move every day. He is in good physical condition, and the team doctor has seen him several times. This morning, he said he would stay for three more days and then let him go home to recuperate.
Three days later, it was the end of the closed training camp, and Mingshu was going home with a bag of badges.
He didn't know what the training was like. Mingshu was the best at his own school, and he might not be able to compete at the top when he went outside, but for some reason, he always had Mingshu carrying a bag of badges in his mind. appearance.
Mingshu grinned at him, shining with pride.
When fighting, all the functions of the body are mobilized by the battle, and there is no chance to think about other things.
But now I'm free, reminiscing about the situation over and over again - the pungent blood, the deafening explosion, the bullet that ripped through the muscles...
He shivered slightly.
It is not that he is afraid of death, but that his heart is suddenly empty.
He has never been able to take the last step, no matter how Mingshu expressly hinted, sitting on top of him and rubbing against him, he did not possess Mingshu.
But now he has an extremely strong desire.
He wants to forgive.
Not the elder brother to the younger brother who loves him, but the older lover to his little boyfriend.
He didn't want his little boyfriend to wait any longer, and he gave Mingshu what Mingshu wanted.
Mingshu is also what he wants.
When the closed training was announced, Mingshu's mind went blank for a while, lying on the ground, his eyes fixed on the sky, and he was only breathing.
No one came to pull him, and all around him were gasping sounds.
He is so tired, how can he be so tired
In the past 45 days, he has lost a layer of skin, and he thinks that this is not a place for people to stay at all.
The instructor came to greet everyone and went back to the house to pack up. Mingshu heard his voice and his muscles tightened.
But the devil-like instructor is now kind, with a smile on his face, obviously very satisfied with the disciples.
One after another, some people struggled, clasped their forearms, and patted each other on the back. Mingshu finally got up, packed his luggage in a hurry, and left the base with everyone.
He was much stronger than before, but he was also injured. He fell off a high wall and hit his waist. Yesterday, he scratched his forearm and was just scarred.
During the training camp, he didn't have the energy to think about Xiao Yu'an, but he felt like an arrow in the car.
He had already made up his mind. It was still early and Xiao Yuan had not gotten off work. He went back to take a shower and cleaned himself up. When Xiao Yuan came back, he asked Xiao Yuan to help him fight once.
No, once is not enough, twice.
He got a lot of badges and was tired for 45 days. Xiao Yuan would definitely get used to him.
There was no one at home, but he keenly found that the home had been unoccupied for a long time.
Xiao Yuan went out on a mission.
His eyelids jumped, his hands trembled twice, he quickly picked up the phone and dialed Xiao Yuan.
He thought the call would fail.
But after only two beeps, it was connected.
"Brother!" He said nervously, "Where are you? Are you on a mission?"
"Well." Xiao Yu'an has already arrived at the gate of the community, "I will be back soon."