When she said this, the ending sound rose slightly, with a hint of coquettishness, and the whole person was sitting there, with black hair hanging on her snow-white shoulders, black and white were distinct, with a smile on her lips, and her eyes were quiet and peaceful.
Song Yuhang was stunned for a moment, thinking that she should not be a drug dealer or broker, no matter what kind of identity she is, she should be an elf in the forest, the most beautiful thing in the world.
She subconsciously stretched out her hand to hug him, but she felt that it was inappropriate, so she fixed the clothes that had fallen on her arms for her. When her eyes touched the gorgeous Manjusawa flower, Song Yuhang seemed to be burned. Taking a step back, he squatted down in front of her.
"Come on, I'll carry you on my back."
The flash of struggle in Song Yuhang's eyes failed to escape her eyes, and Lin Yan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.
After all, they are just two strangers bound together by fate and an assassination.
As far as Pei Jinhong is concerned, what she just said was really abrupt and crossed the line.
Lin Yan regretted: "No, I will go by myself."
As soon as the words were finished, Song Yuhang had already bent her legs, and she had no choice but to throw herself forward on her back, and then was carried on her back easily.
The sudden weightlessness caught her off guard, so that she subconsciously put her arms around her neck.
This was completely her instinctive reaction every time she carried her back in the past.
Lin Yan came back to his senses, blushing and heart beating, wanted to let go but felt that it was too deliberate and unsafe.
Song Yuhang seemed to have noticed something, and smiled slightly.
"Hold on, the road is slippery in rainy days, don't fall."
Before Lin Yan came back to her senses, she strode over a steep slope. Lin Yan was knocked out, dizzy for a while, and had to lean back again, hugging her neck tightly, gnashing her teeth next to her ear.
"Song, Yu, and Hang."
For some reason, as soon as she climbed up, Song Yuhang felt a sense of familiarity, as if this was a scene she had rehearsed thousands of times in her dreams.
She is unforgettable and haunting, and has a sense of belonging after the dust has settled.
Her back is all about her.
When she was entangled with this idea and couldn't bear it, Lin Yan called her name in her ear, like a sharp sword piercing the bottom of her heart, and her hands and feet were weak because of the instant heat.
She almost staggered and had to reach out to support a tree trunk, panting slightly.
"You be honest." There is a warning and a threat implied.
Lin Yan wasn't afraid, he snorted softly, put his arms around her neck generously, and moved to make himself more comfortable lying down.
"Go, it's almost dawn."
She felt comfortable, but she was restless.
Originally, she didn't think about that just now, but Lin Yan's fluffy words aroused her deep-seated desire.
Especially every time she took a step, her softness rubbed against her back, and the clothes that were already soaked by the heavy rain were even more flimsy, and the friction between her steps seemed to be like a lively little rabbit in her arms.
The rabbit was not very peaceful, talking in her ear for a while, pinching her face and pulling her hair for a while.
Song Yuhang's mind was full of this rabbit and that gorgeous Manjusawa, and the corners of his eyes gradually became red. When she arched up again, he finally stopped, couldn't bear his temper, let him down, and growled .
"Go the fuck yourself!!!"
The action was a bit simple and rough, Lin Yan was startled, it was just a long time no see, and it was rare to have such a chance to be alone, it was a little girly, but it provoked the other party's thunderous anger.
How could she treat her like this before, and even swear at her! ! !
Lin Yan was angry, sad and wronged, pouted his mouth, picked up a handful of weeds and threw them over.
"Go by yourself, go by yourself, get out!"
That's what he said, but the watery light was clearly shining in his eyes.
Song Yuhang turned and left, couldn't take two steps, then fell back as if resigned to his fate, and squatted down in front of her.
"Come up."
There was such a hint of incredulity in the tone.
Lin Yan supported the tree, wanted to get up and walk by himself, tried several times but failed, and gritted his teeth.
"Go away, cat crying mouse, hypocrisy."
Song Yuhang did the same thing again, trying to bend her legs, Lin Yan backed away, the two of them were tearing apart, neither would let the other.
In the end, she was a little weaker, and someone pinched her vitals and pushed her up.
Lin Yan was dizzy for a while, and had to hug her neck.
Song Yuhang walked forward without saying a word.
On the contrary, it was Lin Yan lying on her back again, and there was a faint sweetness and sadness in her heart that no matter who she was or in what capacity she appeared in front of her, she would never ignore her.
"You said that you are a policeman, we have different opinions and do not conspire with each other, why rush out to save me?"
Talking is good, at least it can resolve the embarrassment to a certain extent, and it can also divert attention.
Song Yuhang thought for a while: "Because I am a policeman, I will rescue any Chinese citizen who is in danger."
Even if it is a criminal suspect, only the law can determine his life or death.
Lin Yan sneered: "Then after you've saved people, just throw me there. Why treat me so well? You've got to memorize it."
This question is really a bit sharp, logically she should really throw her there, and put on handcuffs to control her and wait for her colleagues to deal with it.
But she didn't do that, her heart softened, and she even gave up the principle of being a policeman for a while.
Song Yuhang was silent.
Lin Yan pushed forward: "Tell me, why don't you talk anymore, maybe you are so kind to me because..."
Before the three words "like me" could be blurted out, Song Yuhang seemed to have anticipated what she would say, and interrupted her.
"I don't know if anyone else will follow, it's dangerous to stay here."
"Then you can call the police and let the police take me away."
"The phone... is out of battery."
The slightly pale explanation made Lin Yan giggle, and her fingernails lightly scraped her earlobe.
"Officer Song, you are really interesting, you are a wonderful person."
The person who waited for the compliment didn't show any joy, instead, he pursed the corners of his lips more and more, with a very stiff expression on his face, but even so, it was hard to resist the gradually reddening ears.
She said viciously, "shut up."
The man on the back didn't make any more noise this time, and he didn't speak any more.
Song Yuhang, who couldn't wait for a response for a long time, felt a little soft-hearted again. She thought: Could it be that she is too fierce, is it true that she has become vicious as she said
Obviously, it's just a few irrelevant questions, so why lose your temper with her so much.
Song Yuhang figured out the joints, cleared his throat and said, "My mobile phone is really out of battery. What about yours? The forest is deep. I don't know how long it will take to get back to the side of the road."
She turned around with her back, panting slightly, looked up at the density of the treetops in the forest to identify the direction.
Lin Yan didn't answer, and obediently lay on her back.
Lin Shen's sky became more and more dark, and there was another thunderstorm, and dense raindrops fell again.
This damn typhoon day.
Song Yuhang secretly cursed and lifted him up.
"Hey, let me ask you something."
Following her movements, Lin Yan's head was slightly tilted to one side, her arms were hanging down, and the hot breath sprinkled on her neck, which was extraordinarily hot.
Song Yuhang was startled, put her down and sat down against the tree, stretched out his hand to caress her forehead, and suddenly thought it was bad.
I have a fever.
In the wilderness, it is raining again.
She can't do this anymore.
Song Yuhang looked at her pale lips, but there was a morbid blush on her cheeks, gritted her teeth, and carried her back again.
"I'll take you to find a place to shelter from the rain first."
"Don't sleep, wake up, talk to me."
While running in the forest, she looked back at her situation from time to time.
Lin Yan's head was pressed against her neck, it was very hot.
Song Yuhang was so anxious that he ran forward quickly, crossing a pine forest, and his eyes suddenly opened up.
There is a wooden house across the river.
But there is no bridge, maybe there is, but it may be far away, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and she can't afford to delay.
Song Yuhang looked at the rushing stream in front of him, gritted his teeth, and lifted him up.
"Can you hear me? We're going to cross the river, the water is fast, hold on to me."
Lin Yan didn't speak, her throat seemed to be on fire, burning all her internal organs and losing her mind, but she vaguely heard what Song Yuhang was saying, so her arms tightened a little.
Although this little strength is better than nothing, Song Yuhang heaved a sigh of relief, carried her on his back and carefully entered the water from the low-lying place, and walked to the opposite bank with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
The stones were slippery and covered with moss, and the river water swelled after rain, and some branches and sundries drifted from the upper stream from time to time.
Song Yuhang walked with difficulty and had to be distracted from protecting her. He choked on water several times, but he still carried her on his back steadily.
Lin Yan was in a trance, as if floating and sinking in the deep sea again, and the similar silence and suffocation enveloped her again.
The only source of heat came from the people in front of her. Lin Yan had to hold on to her clothes tightly, she was so burned that she was talking plausibly, and tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes.
"Song Yuhang, Yuhang..."
Song Yuhang finally trudged to the other side, put the person down, reached out to touch her forehead, but heard her muttering something, and when he got close to hear it was his name, he suddenly trembled and shook her shoulders.
"What did you say?! What did you call me?! Lin Yan, is that you, Lin Yan?! Call me again, call me again!"
Under her almost stubborn request, Lin Yan slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw her face clearly, his expression returned to his usual indifference and guard, and he shrank back.
"You... what do you want to do?"
She was burnt out and slurring her speech, but she still firmly remembered to pretend to be herself.
One more person who knows her identity means one more person is in danger.
Song Yuhang couldn't take care of anything anymore, and hugged him up by the waist.
Lin Yan struggled, using her tongue against her jaw to keep her sanity.
"What... for what?"
"To shut up!"
Song Yuhang angrily kicked open the door of the wooden house, and a smell of old rotting wood came over his face.
Fortunately, it is dry inside, and there is a small bed that can only accommodate one person. It is probably a temporary residence for the rangers when they are patrolling.
She put the person on it, and in this position where there was nowhere to hide, she raised her chin, forcing her to look at herself.
Word by word, gnashing of teeth.
"Who are you? What did you just call me?"
Lin Yan was in a daze from the fever and just shook his head.
Song Yuhang held her face, his eyes gradually turned red, and he stroked the tear mole at the corner of her eye with his finger, it was true.
The palm brushed her slender eyelashes, and those loving eyes were real.
Her lips trembled, her whole body trembled, desperately looking for an answer like a madman who had lost her mind, so she gritted her teeth and tore her clothes.
"Prickly—" a crisp sound brought back Lin Yan's few rationality, tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes, pushed her out, and hugged her shoulder.
"No... don't... I'm not... not..."
A flash of lightning outside the window illuminated her tearful brows and eyes.
Looking at her weeping and disheveled appearance, why is she not a criminal tonight.
Song Yuhang's heart was twisted like a knife, and he lowered his fingertips weakly, and said in a hoarse voice.
"Sorry for being abrupt."
She looked away at her wet hair and the thin clothes that were tightly attached to her body.
"However, I think it's better for you to take off your wet clothes. There are quilts here, which are clean. I'll go find something outside to make a fire. You... take it off by yourself."
As she said, she touched the slightly damp quilt from the bed and wanted to hand it to her.
Lin Yan flinched back, and that trembling expression made her heart ache again.
Song Yuhang put the quilt beside her, got up and opened the door and went out to see if there was any firewood that could be used.
When she came back after picking it up, she waited for a while at the door in the rain, and when she heard the rustling sound inside subside, she knocked on the door to give her a reminder, and then opened the door and went in.
Lin Yan hugged her knees and huddled under the quilt, with wet clothes beside her.
Song Yuhang went over to fiddle with the brazier, but luckily the firewood behind the house was still dry, sparks appeared soon after digging into the firewood, and she put the dry grass into the firewood pile.
After a while, raging flames rose.
Lin Yan watched her take away her clothes, and set up a wooden rack next to the brazier to roast, her throat moved slightly, but she didn't say anything in the end.
After finishing all this, Song Yuhang fiddled with Mars without looking up.
"Go to sleep, you still have a fever."
How could Lin Yan dare to sleep, no matter how afraid she would fall asleep and say something that aroused her suspicion, even though she was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes, let alone had a high fever.
Although the sparrow is small, the house has all five internal organs, and there is also an iron pot for boiling water. Lin Yan watched her go out in a daze, and put something on the fire when she came back. After a while, there was the sound of gurgling water in the room.
She just lay her pillow on the sound of fireworks in this world, watching her brows and eyes gradually blurred beside the fire, and finally fell asleep completely.
Song Yuhang got up, straightened the person to lie down, and tucked the quilt for her. The water happened to be boiling, so she took it down and used it to freeze the ice in the stream.
Lin Yan swallowed the warm water, feeling that the thirst in his throat was relieved, and his whole body became much warmer.
She drank in a hurry, coughed a few times, water drops fell from the corners of her lips, Song Yuhang wiped it off for her with the back of his hand, put down the pitcher, and laid the person down.
"Go to sleep."
She heard her whispering in her ear, Lin Yan wanted to answer something, but she was so weak that she couldn't even lift her fingers.
She opened her eyes in a daze, and saw Song Yuhang gently sticking the wet handkerchief to her forehead.
Ice cold, very comfortable.
Lin Yan couldn't hold on any longer, and was completely pulled into the darkness by the tiredness.
After she fell asleep, Song Yuhang was not idle. The jungle was wet and cold after it rained. She had to keep the fire burning all night to keep the temperature in the room, and she had to go out to wash it every once in a while. Wash the veil and apply it to her forehead to cool down.
In the middle of the night, Lin Yan's face became less red, and his body temperature gradually returned to normal.
Only then did Song Yuhang feel relieved, sat down against the edge of the bed, rubbed his nose and sneezed.
Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, she raised her arms in embarrassment, took off her clothes and threw them by the fire to roast, and sat cross-legged on the ground wearing only a black vest.
Lin Yan actually didn't sleep that deeply. Firstly, she was going in and out, secondly, it was raining and windy outside, and thirdly, she was already half asleep and half awake when she was cleaning the wound for herself.
I resisted not opening my mouth but I didn't know what to say, so I just fell asleep all the time.
Until this moment, she was awakened by a sneeze, and then saw her take off her clothes and sit down, with her back to her, revealing her slender and powerful arms, as well as the perfect shoulder and neck muscle lines.
Lin Yan inevitably took a few more glances.
Unheard of, Song Yuhang took out a shiny ring from the pocket of his changed clothes.
I took it off when I was afraid of losing it during a fight.
Song Yuhang rubbed the diamond ring, thinking about things, Lin Yan and Pei Jinhong, Lin Yan smiled at her for a while, and Pei Jinhong's indifferent and hostile expression for a while.
Her reason and emotion were torn apart like this, making her heart a mess.
Lin was sick of it. She had seen her dead body with her own eyes, so she couldn't be wrong.
But Pei Jinhong appeared, a person who looked exactly like her in temperament, except for the different hair color, the tear mole at the corner of his eye, and the scars on his body, she had everything Lin Yan had.
Is there really such a coincidence in the world
Song Yuhang buried his head in his arms, hesitating for the first time.
Lin Yan was lying down, but since she took out the diamond ring, she became restless.
There was a rustling from behind.
she woke up.
Song Yuhang still didn't move, raised his head from the crook of his arm, stroked the ring, pursed the corners of his lips, his eyes were slightly red.
Lin Yan turned his head to look at her, and said in a hoarse voice.
"you are married?"
Song Yuhang came back to his senses and put the ring on his ring finger.
"Um."
Lin Yan felt sad and tried her best not to sound so choked and jealous.
"What about your husband?"
Song Yuhang shook his head: "I don't have a husband."
"That… "
She stroked the diamond ring and smiled.
"It's my wife."
Lin Yan's heart suddenly felt sour, and it went straight to her eyes. She had to be thankful that she didn't turn around and tell herself that she was able to expose her fragility at this moment.
She quickly raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, sniffed, and asked like a stranger.
"Unexpectedly, you are still... gay, what about your wife?"
The smile on Song Yuhang's lips became bitter.
"She's gone."
Lin Yan turned over and buried her face in the damp and smelly quilt.
Song Yuhang turned his face and looked at her back.
"You look a lot like her."
Lin Yan sneered while crying.
She didn't look back either.
"Really? No wonder you are so kind to me, but, you remember clearly, my name is Pei Jinhong, I'm not someone's substitute."
"Okay, I remember, can you look into my eyes and say this again in front of me?"
There was sharpness hidden in Song Yuhang's calm voice.
She stubbornly wants an answer, and will never give up if she fails to achieve her goal.
Lin Yan understands her character better than anyone else, especially when it comes to herself, she has shown great stubbornness, even a little paranoid.
Whether it was when chasing her in the past, or now.
She sat up under the quilt, her black hair hung down her shoulders, and her expression returned to her coldness.
She looked at Song Yuhang as if she was seeing an old enemy, an enemy, an opponent, and even a trace of sympathy between friends, but there was no love, not a little bit.
She didn't even frown, it's not like Song Yuhang's eyes were red before he opened his mouth.
She didn't repeat that sentence, she just said it.
"Today you saved me, and I saved you too. If you risk your life for your life, it's even. See you next time. You have your stand, and I have mine."
"us… "
Lin Yan paused for a moment, looked up and looked directly into her eyes.
"It's the enemy."
This alone is not enough, she has to be more ruthless and destroy all her love and belief.
"Many brothers in the nightclub have seen you, I guess you have been looking for me, just want to know about the brothers, yes, they have looked for me, and asked me to help them sell the kidnapped children to Southeast Asia …”
"I agreed, so to some extent, you... Your wife's death is also related to me."
There was only a momentary pause, Lin Yan blinked and forced back the tears without showing any flaws.
"The enemy is right in front of you, don't you want to take revenge? Don't you regret saving me? Don't you want to get more news from me?"
A series of questions like cannonballs made Song Yuhang clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were tearing apart, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth. The diamond ring made her palm ache, but it couldn't compare to the one-tenth of the pain in her heart.
Lin Yan almost had the illusion for a moment that she would pounce on her and break her own neck, but after a few breaths, she held back.
Song Yuhang let go of his hand, and there was a bloodstain on his palm.
"You're right. I'm not moving you now because you saved me. I've always been very clear about grievances. See you next time—"
She paused for a moment, her tone gradually turning cold.
"I won't show mercy any more."
While the two were talking, it was already bright outside, the fire was extinguished, and the things that could bring warmth also disappeared.
Lin Yan seemed to have had an unreal dream, and when she woke up, it was time for her to return to that world where intrigues and deceptions were on thin ice.
She no longer shy away, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, picked up her own clothes one by one in front of her and put them on.
Whether it was the scar from the last gunshot wound or the marks she carved with a knife, they all disappeared without a trace.
Lin Yan let her see it clearly, and even deliberately did it a little slowly. It took a long time to pass through the sleeves, and his fingers were not flexible enough to fasten the buttons.
Stepping on the ground with bare feet, black hair draped over her shoulders, her expression was open and frank, but her whole body exuded a lazy and charming aura.
On the contrary, Song Yuhang turned his face away first.
Lin Yan smiled lightly: "Have you seen enough?"
Song Yuhang got up, put on his coat, and extinguished the fire with gravel.
"Not as good-looking as my wife."
The tit-for-tat atmosphere instantly disintegrated.
The corner of Lin Yan's mouth twitched, and he almost blurted out "Fuck you".
"Let's go."
This time the two of them abided by their duties and did not have any more intimate contact. The only time Song Yuhang held her hand was when she couldn't walk over the slope.
Obviously they got the desired result, but neither of them looked very happy, and they didn't say a word on the way back.
Song Yuhang sent the man to the side of the road and stopped the return bus.
The car door opened, Lin Yan got up, nodded lightly, and didn't intend to sit with her.
"Goodbye, Officer Song."
Song Yuhang didn't speak, and put his hands in his pockets to watch her gradually go away, and finally disappeared.
When the car completely turned the corner, she spread out her palm, revealing a tightly pinched piece of fabric.
It was carefully cut from the top when drying her clothes, and it was still stained with glaring blood.
Lin Yan didn't know.
Extracting physical evidence is the instinct of every criminal policeman.