Darkness enveloped the Geleshan Military Command Camp, and a row of gun-mounted patrol posts passed Qiao's dormitory every eight minutes. This was his observation over the past few days, and it was almost unchanged.
When the patrol sentry passed by the door of his dormitory again, he glanced at the other students who slept like dead dogs. He jumped up from the bed, quickly put the pillows in the thin quilt and arranged them into a human shape, with a sliding step. Touched the door, opened the door lightly, stretched out his head first, and then quickly stepped out. A few leaped to the bottom of the two-meter-high courtyard wall. After running along the wall for more than ten meters, their feet slammed on the ground. One point rises in the air, and the body is almost horizontal. The left and right toes rubbed against the wall for two rounds. When the waist was flush with the wall, the tight hips were twisted upwards and rolled up and disappeared outside the wall.
The whole set of movements was swift and compact in one go, except that the air was shaken away by his figure, and even the vegetation was not disturbed.
It’s much easier to get past the checkpoint quickly. Throwing a stone on the other side of the road, while the two sentinels passed by to check, a series of points on the ground with their toes, the figure that escaped instantly disappeared silently.
Qiao's depressed body and mind for the past few days produced a kind of pleasure of regaining freedom. He really wanted to sing a song, knowing that he could not do anything, and let it out with a clear whistle.
Full of joy, he ran and ran as light as a swallow. Suddenly, two beams of car lights suddenly lit in the black ground ahead, and then the engine made a faint sound. He happily spread his arms and ran to the car, put his head into the driver's seat, rubbed the driver's face with his hands, shouted "Thank you Uncle Huang," and pulled the back door to get in.
In the afternoon, he watched Xiao Tianjin's office where there was no one. He slipped in, picked up the microphone, squeezed Xiao Tianjin's voice to ask for an outside line, and called Lao Huang.
As the car drove out of the Geleshan Highway, Old Huang asked Qiao where he was going, but then said that the master knew that he had called home and asked him to go back first.
"Do you think I have so much time to waste? Drive directly to the school." Qiao Mou has no time to waste on Dad.
"But, the masters and wives are very worried about you, anyhow you have to go home and take a face-to-face." Old Huang whispered.
"I will ask if you are listening to me or listening to the snoring master at home. Or if you get out of the car and walk back, I will drive away."
Lao Huang dared not say anything, obediently drove the car under the wall of the university.
After a series of moving and moving, Qiao entered the wall and quietly came under the window of Yan'er's dormitory, looking out through the curtain, where Yaner was resting her cheeks thinking about her thoughts. He knocked on the window glass twice and called Yan'er. Yan'er seemed to be taken aback. She ran to the window with a look of surprise. When she saw Qiao, she stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, and the tears in her eyes followed.
As soon as Yan'er put on her coat ran out of the room, she looked at the grinning Qiao and punched hard on the chest. Qiao wanted to get up to steal a kiss. Yan'er kicked over again, and he Slightly flashed sideways, gave her an arm, the two of them looked at each other and gently touched downstairs, talking and laughing all the way to the Jialing River.
By the time of Zhongqiu, the wind on the riverside was slightly chilly, Yan'er turned to face Qiao and put her hands in the pockets of his short leather jacket, and suddenly yelled, "Hey, why is your pocket broken? A hole?"
Qiao Mou grinned and said: "It's not that you win Fusheng and wise money to win too much, and you will lose if you are overwhelmed!"
Yan'er hit him with her shoulder and said, "Just like you still serving as a soldier? I can't hold you back."
Qiao said: "I told you that it was a mistake, or I will be locked up for a lifetime, so you won't cry and blind your beautiful eyes."
"No way."
"Then you had cat urine in your eyes just now!"
"You are necrotic, hit you and hit you." Yan'er's jealous face was so charming in the moonlight, Qiao really wanted to get up and peck one, and Yan'er swiftly teased him to chase her. When the two were playing and playing, they were getting closer and closer to Gao Jun's hiding place.
Suddenly, there was a muffled groan from somewhere nearby, like a moan of pain after someone was hit with a heavy blow. Qiao stopped alertly and followed the prestige.
This muffled hum came from Gao Jun's mouth. At the moment when his attention was drawn away by the sudden appearance of Qiao and Yana, he suddenly heard the slight movement behind him. When he was about to pull out the gun that had just been inserted into the back waist, he felt that his right shoulder was sharply edged. After a sharp stabbing, he reluctantly jumped forward a few steps on his toes, and was about to return to fight back, a flash of cold light suddenly shot into his left chest, and he ran forward with a strong breath.
Gao Jun, who rushed out of the wave-breaking forest close at hand, screamed at Yan'er, who was immersed in an unprecedented romantic atmosphere, and tightly hugged Qiao and hid him in his arms.
Although Gao Jun, who appeared suddenly, also frightened Qiao, after all, he was aware of it beforehand. Seeing Gao Jun being chased by several masked strong men rushing over, he instinctively wanted to rush to help this. A handful of people who were obviously injured were unable to move for a while because they were hugged to death by the frightened Yan'er. No matter what, he couldn't leave her alone. The fierce gaze from the sturdy masked men also made him unable to abandon Yaner.
When Gao Jun, who was dying of life, passed by the boys and girls, he raised his head and glanced at Joe, and staggered him against him. Qiao hurriedly stretched out his hand to give Gao Jun a hand, and then watched him run 20 meters away, surrounded by the masked gangs.
Gao Jun, who fell on one knee, raised his head and glanced at the masked men surrounding him. After a few breaths, a tragic smile appeared on his face and said to them: "Are you Japanese? It's Zhang Qian's. Companion? Tell her, I want to see her."
The head of the masked Hanzhong cocked his mouth to his accomplices, and several others tipped Gao Jun and searched him. They searched inside and out, but apparently they didn't find what they needed. The leader took a dagger to Gao Jun's throat and whispered, "Hand over the film!"
Gao Jun seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "Didn't you have searched it? Where is the film? Call Zhang Qian, maybe there is a discussion."
As he breathed weaker and weaker, Shi Shiran, a curvaceous woman with a black veil mask, walked over and glanced at the leader. The leader just shook his head, and the graceful woman immediately scolded: "What's the effort then? I did it! Go and search for the little lovers just now."
Hearing her voice, Gao Jun raised his head and shouted "Xian'er". The dagger in the hands of the masked man was quickly inserted into his heart. Poor, who has always been self-proclaimed love, only flopped a few times, although his dying eyes were still focused on the face of the woman who had brought him infinite joy, the soul had drifted away from the clouds.
With her hands tightly surrounding Yan'er who was shaking, Qiao almost dragged her toward the embankment. Suddenly, she heard a stern shout "Stop" behind her. Qiao stopped and lowered her head to comfort Yan'er: "Don't I'm afraid, I'm here." Turning around, he calmly looked at the masked man who was catching up.
The leader looked back and pointed at Gao Jun, who had fallen to the ground, and asked, "Did that person just hand over something to the two?"
Qiao Mou shook his head and said, "No, haven't you been following behind?"
The leader said: "Is it right? You have the final say, raise your hand and search!"
Qiao allowed them to search, and asked, "May I go?" The leader stretched out his finger to Yan'er and said, "She hasn't searched yet. Why panic, search!"
Suddenly shouted "Stop", Qiao pulled Yan'er behind him: "Don't move her! Who are you?"
The leader took a step closer and said: "You don't deserve to know. It's not up to you to search for her or not, we must search, get out of the way!"
Qiao took a step back while protecting Yan'er and put on a desperate posture. The leader took out a pistol from his body and placed it on Qiao’s chest. The moment he tilted the muzzle and shouted again, Qiao’s right hand clasped his wrist like lightning, extremely light. He took the gun in his hand.
When the other masked men were dumbfounded, they all aimed their guns at Qiao, and the danger was on the verge of breaking out.
"Stop!" A cold and soft female voice came, and the graceful woman approached Qiao with a smile in her eyes. "Good skill, Huijiazi?"
"I practiced two brushes with the master when I was a child." Qiao Mou threw the gun in his hand to the ground, and when he saw that the masked men were very respectful to the woman, he asked. "Who are you? Why do you act recklessly toward us?"
The graceful woman said indifferently: "Official business is in the body, it is inconvenient to tell. The two are quite romantic. Wandering around the riverbank in the middle of the night playing love games of men chasing women, coupled with the horrible scene of the dead, wouldn't it be more exciting
Qiao Mou snorted: "Romance is our business, just like the excitement is yours, we are not related to each other. Goodbye!" After speaking, he took Yan'er and left.
The graceful woman stood up and stopped him, shook her head and said, "That's not okay. You've been searched, and she hasn't. Just now you were worried that the smelly man's hands would stain your cute and pure. I'm not a little woman yet, am I?"
Qiao went to see Yana, as if to ask her opinion. Yan'er nodded, and Qiao stepped aside, but her eyes were fixed on the masked men.
The graceful woman glanced at him, chuckled, stretched out two hands that were still white as fat in the moonlight and searched Yan'er's body, then suddenly said to her, "Little sister, Offended," she lifted her underwear and reached into it.
Maybe Yan'er was frozen by her hand, or she yelled "What are you doing" out of shame, and waved her hand to lift the veil of the graceful woman. The graceful woman swiftly flashed, and then leaned forward again, whispering in Yan'er's ear: "Your little peach is quite plump!"
She was so embarrassed that she flushed her face and hurriedly glanced at Qiao's face.
Suddenly, there was a sharp howl from nowhere, but seeing the graceful woman's face calmly yelled "Retreat", several masked men disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
He opened his face and hurriedly glanced at Qiao's face.
Suddenly, there was a sharp howl from nowhere, but seeing the graceful woman's face calmly yelled "Retreat", several masked men disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.