Gui Xiao's hand was stroking his back, touching the place that he had touched a dozen times last night, and was silent.
He backhanded and buckled her wrist: "It's normal for people who fight against terrorism to be injured."
This is not an exaggeration. In their squadron, there is really no one who is unworthy. Just last year, a new soldier broke his leg during training. He was very happy. He threatened to be injured after all. This squadron.
Under the fingertips, there was an obviously uneven piece of skin, which she stroked and then circled back, as if spinning on top of it. After all, it was a wounded place, and it felt different from other places, and his own psychological feeling of being touched would also be much worse.
Lu Yanchen's throat was dry and itchy as if he had been smoking all night.
Gui Xiao rubbed his eyes and forehead on the collar of his shirt. After a while, he looked up at him, red eyes, whether he was rubbing it or he really wanted to cry: "You had to be a soldier, you didn't listen to anything, you suffered so much. bitter… "
He was obviously calm, but his nose was sore and his voice was shaking.
"I'm sleepy... Go to sleep." Gui Xiao was afraid that he would see that something was wrong, so he turned over and stared at the lacquered table legs in front of his eyes. To the news of the anti-terrorist fighters, news...
There are many thoughts, and they are mixed, but he still doesn't speak. The room is so quiet that she can even hear her own breathing.
She hadn't slept all night and had a headache. After a while, she became confused, but was woken up by the noise of the young couple outside.
The woman's throat was very high, and she floated into the yurt along the gap, complaining that the man was a lunatic, and that he had to come to the grassland to play in the winter. The most crazy thing is to watch the sunrise, the sunrise is a ghost...
The bed trembled slightly, and Lu Yanchen got out of bed and left.
When he reached outside, his comrades were serving his horse.
Lu Yanchen walked over and stroked the horse's chestnut mane.
"Have you quarreled with your sister-in-law?"
Other than this reason, I really can't think of it, my wife is still lying on the hot kang head, what can a man do when he comes out early in the morning... Lu Yanchen took the reins silently, got on his horse, tightened the reins and let out a low voice, and rushed into the deep snowy night.
This is his place.
In the past, Lu Chen was young but powerless and frivolous. All his self-esteem and direction were crushed by his original family and life. There was no one to guide and nowhere to solve it. What was he born for? He needed to find a way out, or a way out, so he went. For more than ten years at the border, I have dismantled thousands of professional and unprofessional homemade explosives, seen all kinds of firearms, and hunted down the most vicious fugitives. This is really stepping on the loess and regaining the weight of his bones.
The wind swept across the sweaty back and slid down, playing a melodious wind whistle in the ear, which was long and pleasant.
The horse took off on the snow of minus 20 degrees, without the feeling of cold at all, without any fetters, all the way to the south.
Gui Xiao waited for a long time and didn't see him coming back, so he wrapped himself into a zongzi, with a scarf covering most of his face, and came out in the wind.
A few stars remained in the gray-blue sky.
The last darkness before dawn.
The bonfire was almost extinguished after drinking last night, leaving the ash charcoal, the wind passed, and the dark red sparks flew far away with the ash. Lu Yanchen sat astride the bench beside the bonfire with a bowl in his hand, chatting with an old man in Mongolian language she did not understand.
There was no obvious emotion on Lu Yanchen's face, as if that little silent cold war just didn't exist at all. He reached out and dragged her away, sat down on the edge of the stool between her legs, and zipped his padded jacket to the end, wrapping her around her.
The milk tea in the bowl was also fed.
Because of the cold, I can clearly perceive how the warm current flows through the throat, down, and into the stomach.
"What are you talking about with people?"
"He said that last night the young couple was so cold that they had a big fight and went to the city without watching the sunrise."
It was so cold that I was still sweating when squeezed on the bed with him, and when I wrapped myself in a quilt and lay down by myself, my feet and palms became cold in less than ten minutes. Can't freeze.
The chin was pinched by the cold fingers, Lu Yanchen turned her head over and faced east.
There is light on the far horizon.
On a clear day, the cloud ladders went up layer by layer, and there were no big obstacles around. The red quickly faded, and the dazzling golden light fell on the eyelids...
In the silence, Lu Yanchen put his hand on her eyebrows to block the dazzling rays of light for her: "Do you know what this is called?"
"What?" Her voice was low, and she was almost annihilated in the Morrowind.
After a while, she heard Lu Yanchen whispering above her head, "Chen Xiao."
She was stunned for a moment before she realized that the golden light in the sky seemed to have a scalding temperature, burning her face.
Lu Yanchen's pitch-black pupils were covered with a film of light by the rays of the sun, and they were terrifyingly bright, and looked down at her.
Although he didn't take the last step with live ammunition, in his heart, since last night, Gui Xiao was really no different from his wife, so he looked at her very differently at this time. It's the kind of look in the eyes of his own woman.
After sunrise, it snowed again.
After the young couple left, they became the only and veritable guests of the family.
It is a very happy thing to be a guest in Inner Mongolia. The hosts are sincere and irresistible.
The last time Gui Xiao came with Xiao Cai, it was also on the way that she met a family she didn't know at all. She only asked for directions, and she was pulled in and stuffed with a bowl of milk tea and a handful of jerky, making her extremely at a loss.
Now this dinner is again, fortunately she is a woman, so she doesn't have to be persuaded to drink all the time.
But Lu Yanchen couldn't escape at all.
The old man who was chatting with Lu Yanchen that morning was absolutely unambiguous in persuading him to drink. Gui Xiao couldn't understand most of what he said. Seeing Lu Yanchen kept drinking, he couldn't push it away.
The child around him took the remote control and jumped from Mongolian TV to CCTV and back again. The two languages kept switching. He was scolded by Lu Yanchen's comrade-in-arms and transferred back to the channel that Gui Xiao could understand... Xiao propped her chin on her shoulders, and placed her shoulders against Lu Yanchen's arm, watching the wine bowl in his hand being filled, drained, and refilled.
The cuffs of his clothes were rolled up to his elbows, scalding her skin, and rubbing her arms and shoulders over and over again.
Gui Xiao only felt that his heart was rippling with the waves of booze, and whispered, "Drink less."
Lu Yanchen smiled vaguely and took out the vibrating phone.
Unfamiliar number.
After thinking for a while, he couldn't guess who it was, and after saying hello to the old man who was still toasting, he went out to answer the phone.
It was rare for his comrade-in-arms to have a word with Gui Xiao alone, so he immediately moved the stool and moved closer: "Sister-in-law, how did you and Brother Chen know each other?" "Junior high school classmate, I was in the third year of junior high when he was in the third year of high school."
His comrades-in-arms even came to the spirit and asked Gui Xiao to talk about Lu Yanchen when he was a student. Gui Xiao recalled a lot based on his impressions.
Half an hour later, the heavy cold-proof curtain was reopened.
Lu Yanchen motioned for her to come out.
Gui Xiao looked at him suspiciously, pushed away the chair and went out. When she got out of the door curtain, the wind and snow blew her into a cold war. Lu Yanchen pulled up her scarf, circled it twice, turned the phone upside down, and handed it to her.
Gui Xiao didn’t understand.
"Your father."
Thinking she heard it wrong, Lu Yanchen handed over the phone again.
When the phone with the warm body temperature fell into her hands, Lu Yanchen didn't intend to listen, and walked around the tent, and the long and narrow shadow slowly disappeared. Gui Xiao thought about countless reasons, how did the phone call to find him, and what did his father say, and finally handed the end of the call to himself.
She calmed down for a while, put the phone to her face, stopped for a few seconds, and then called out, "Dad."
"Xiaoxiao," the voice on the other end was calm and serious, "I had a few words with him."
She turned her back to avoid the wind.
The phone call didn't last long, to the effect that Pan Hao brought a lot of gifts to his father a few days ago to pay New Year's greetings to his father. He mentioned Lu Yanchen who came back from Inner Mongolia. The young couple said it as a happy event, but for Gui Xiao's father, his name was Not only is it not unfamiliar, but it also has a bad impression. So with this call, Gui Xiao realized that this matter would be made public sooner or later, but he didn't expect that the person on the other end of the phone would still be so ruthless, so he found Lu Yanchen's phone number directly.
A lot of words were said over there, but Gui Xiao didn't say anything.
Until his father mentioned why he left the army, his voice was obviously heavy, and he asked Gui Xiao to ask himself why Lu Yanchen left the army. If he hadn't made great achievements and someone had been helping to talk, how could he have been specially recruited to train the police, but the opportunity was finally set, he didn't want to stay in Inner Mongolia, and he was going back to Beijing...
There was great dissatisfaction and disdain in his father's words: "Xiaoxiao, when he looks for you again, do you think he still has feelings for you? It's because he wants to change his career and return to Beijing. I've seen this kind of person a lot, and you still remember your uncle Zhao. Daughter? It's just too simple... "
"He's not such a person, I found him," Gui Xiao answered decisively, "No, to be precise, it was me who was stalking me, begging him to reconcile with me."
But the person on the other end of the phone is still the same as in the past, never caring about anyone's situation and feelings, only emphasizing that they will never agree to fall in love, let alone get married. To Gui Xiao's father, Lu Yanchen was no different from many years ago. He used to be a worthless and unwilling boy who had to rely on being a soldier to make a living. He finally managed to get out of the way and was beaten back to his original form. Mud can't support the wall.
Just like in the past, I just want to change my life by being with Gui Xiao.
Gui Xiao didn't argue a word, she broke the line, and she couldn't breathe because of the suffocation.
Half an hour before she talked to her father on the phone, what he had said to her father, what she had heard, she could not imagine, or dared not think too deeply.
The snow is too thick to walk fast.
She walked around in a big circle, panting to support the outer wall of a yurt that no one lived in. When she finally saw Lu Yanchen, she dragged the bench where she was watching the sunrise in the morning, and sat beside the shed where the horses were tied. Step on the wooden railing with your right leg.
Looking into the distance, smoking quietly.
Gui Xiao was so cold that he ran out, stuffed the phone into his padded jacket pocket, wrapped his arms around him from behind him, and asked in a low voice, "The signal here is not good, was that the case with you just now?"
Lu Yanchen didn't say a word, bit the end of the cigarette, and rubbed her hands together in the palm of her hand to keep her warm.