"Hosran, I want me to see your hands..." the tiny man said with a strong nasal voice, lifting his tearful little face. Shu Jing was slow to death

Huo Siran's eyes were deep, and it seemed that he could not escape.

He was so tall that he refused to move, and the petite figure retreated from his arms and held his palm to see. In the hospital, there were many patients who were screaming in pain when they were broken little mouths, but he was not often so idle, and his long hair was blown away by the wind. She said hoarsely: "Go to the nearby hospital, I'll bandage you."

But his eyes were deep, feeling the softness and warmth of the softness in his palm, and opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "Go back to the hotel."

…Rao…

She covered the wound with a tissue with one hand, and the blood was still dripping on the carpet. The tiny figure squeezed with his strong body when she ran in. She quickly stepped away in panic and let him get ahead. Huo Siran's mouth curled, but finally his fingers were heartbroken. His face turned pale. He walked in and lay on the big bed of the hotel on his back, and the bed was shaking.

Tired. In addition to alcohol, my temples are burning and painful.

The soft little figure knelt on the edge of the bed, pulled his palm from his chest to bandage him, and saw him covering his forehead with one hand and closing his eyes in a trembling voice: "If it hurts, tell me. Gan."

Hosran lay on the bed, silently curling the corners of his mouth.

She was very neat, and her soft and white face under the light showed a professional and serious look. She quickly processed it. When she applied the last piece of tape, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. When she raised her head, she saw him looking at her with a burning look.

He was shocked.

Lin Yitong's little face turned red and white: "You scared me to death..." While saying that, she covered the lid of the first aid box with a rush in her heart.

Hosran curled the corner of his mouth, gently curled her chin and said slowly: "I'm thinking... have we already reunited like this?"

The faint tone clasped Lin Yitong's heartstrings, and the hotel room was dim and blurry. His handsome face was hidden in the dark, and his breathing was filled with the mellow smell of strong wine. She was in a daze, and Xiao Decibel's voice was hoarse: "Can't you feel it yourself?"

Hosran said "huh", and a blurred halo on his face spread out, and he said in a mute voice: "I can do it before. Now... I'm not sure."

The fragility and inconfidence he confessed after being drunk made her slightly fall in love with her.

He raised his arrogant little chin high, and her face flushed under her clear and beautiful eyes: "There is nothing to tell you to guess yourself, and it depends on your performance!"

After saying that, he hurriedly put his long skirt on the ground, took the gauze stained with his blood and threw it away. He ran to the bathroom to wash his hands a few times. Hosran's eyes that seemed to be about to take her into the depths of his heart were still shaking in his mind. He was still thinking, but he had already walked in straight and the bathroom suddenly became a little narrow. Seeing her washing her hands, he pressed her behind her and held her with the injured hand. He knew that she was worried about her injuries and would not resist. He bowed his head and kissed her hair gently. The hot breath stimulated her scalp and itchy, and her whole body was slightly trembling.

"Hosran..." She raised her head, her breath was already unstable.

"Well," he responded softly, comforting in a deep voice, "Don't be nervous that I won't do anything to you. I'm injured in my right hand, and you can wash my other hand, huh?"

So that's it.

The brain cells that were slightly congested just now were completely awake. The tiny man stared at the ambiguous posture of his holding her in the mirror, which made her blood-bloated. He was so ashamed that he wanted to dig a crack in the ground to bury himself in! I saw an insignificant smile on the corner of his mouth, and his little face was about to burst out. He grabbed one of his hands and washed it softly in the pool. On the contrary, Hosran smiled and hugged her and kissed her more gently.

"Tomorrow I will send someone to take you to the airport. Don't miss it. Don't stay for a long time after you arrive in City C., take Lu Qing's guard car back to the county town. Huh?" Huo Siran took her out of the bathroom and put her in the small sofa. He pulled her over another sofa to sit face to face, and said slowly.

"Then how long do you have to stay here?"

"one day."

"Let's go back to Kyoto later?"

"Um."

Her watery eyes suddenly flashed faintly, and her little hand was holding his big palm, but now she was so tight that she didn't want to let go. She got up from the sofa and went into his arms. Huo Siran's eyes softened instantly. She quickly hugged her and put them in her arms. She arched into his arms, and said hoarsely: "Didn't you tell me before that you don't want to live a two-city life?"

Hosran was stunned and smiled slightly as if he were to say: "I don't want it. From now on, you can completely ignore whether I want or not, because I will not force you to do anything according to my own wishes in the future. For example, change jobs, and leave the familiar environment with your mother."

Lin Yitong felt incredibly moved. She looked up at him, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she smiled bitterly: "But you are the leader..."

——As Lu Qing said, his body belongs to the country, and he can't come and go. Can he still accommodate her place and dispatch?

Hosran smiled, patted her back and said softly, "I'm still a man."

The responsibilities on his shoulders are indeed very heavy, but these responsibilities cannot be an inevitable reason for her to accommodate him, because she is also his responsibility. When the country and the people do not need him, he must exist for her.

What a happy thing, he knew.

A hint of dampness rose in my eyes. When Lin Yitong was about to be moved by his transformation, he bowed and said, "Of course, if you think about it one day, I can't stand it and begged me to transfer you back to Kyoto, I will reluctantly make it. Consider it..."

Her face turned red all of a sudden, and she reached out to pinch him.

The flesh that was pinched through the thin fabric was hard, and Hosran smiled and bowed his head, finding her lips and pressed it carefully.

——How many days will there be in the future that she can’t stand?

It was like a wound that was squeezed by a crab claw. I thought it was so painful that I got used to it, but occasionally it would come sharply, reaching the deepest part of my heart, pulling the entire chest cavity into the veins. At a very close distance, the two people touched each other. He gently pried open the gap between her teeth and went deeper, loving her tongue, and gradually breathing slightly unstable. There was a hot and hard one against her petite buttocks, which was very scary. The root of her tongue was slightly sour and numb, but his eyes were red and her tongue was filled with blurred whispering: "...Isn't you still shouting? If you don't shout, it's really too late..."

Lin Yitong woke up from the blur, blushed and her heartbeated. Her little hand supported his chest and asked, "Does your injury matter?"

Hosran stopped gasping, stroked her hair with a red eyes before calming her desire, and curled her mouth and said, "It's important."

After all, he was injured, and there were still bloodshots. Even if he did it, he would not be able to do it very well. So... at night, he wanted to leave, but he had already opened the door but was gently hugged by a pair of soft arms from behind. He hugged him without saying a word. Huo Siran's eyes dimmed, he silently closed the door, turned around, picked up the tiny man short and returned to the room, and hugged her on the double sofa for a long time.

It was already the middle of the night when she took a shower. She was still holding his cell phone and using the hotel wifi to download games that he didn't even know. He carried her over to wipe her hair. Every time he rubbed her, she couldn't help but kiss her. She raised her watery eyes and complained silently. He couldn't help but hugging her and tossed her heavily on her lips, coaxing her to put down her phone, and his petite body was brought into his arms with care. With the bright moonlight coming from outside, a deep lingering night began.

fuck fuck fuck*

The sharp stinging continued until the next morning.

When Hosran got up and went to the bathroom, she happened to come out of it. She ran into it in a daze. When he hit him, he felt a headache. He woke up and couldn't help but look at her and asked her softly where she had hit.

I vaguely remember that the mornings in the past have never been so warm and harmonious, and they are covered in the smell of her mint toothpaste and his shaving water. Huo Siran was stunned and gradually felt that cherishing was precious. He couldn't help but hug her and coax her to speak softly, but he couldn't bear to let go for a long time.

The day was quiet and I went to many places. In the evening, he watched her around the tofu mill and smiled at the farmer and learned to make tofu from the farmer. He felt a sense of peace.

A guard ran over from a distance and went to Hosran and said a few words.

His face suddenly turned cold and he asked in a low voice: "Are you following?"

The guard nodded.

A cold and bloody smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly: "The number of people going to the airport will double later. Please say hello to Commander Lu."

Double it?

The guard frowned deeply: "Chief, we only followed one squadron this time..."

"Go do it." Hosran said lightly, watching her running towards him with a graceful look, narrowing her eyes deep, signaling the guard to leave first.

The guard looked solemn, and he saluted and ran back.

"What's wrong with you?" She looked over and saw the guard.

"There is something wrong with the car, and it is being repaired." Huo Siran patted her back and covered her indifferently.

After dinner, I could only stay at the resort for about an hour. I started walking to the airport at 7 o'clock on time. Hosran hugged her in a rattan chair and listened quietly to the sound of mountains and waters, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you remember that I told you last night that if there were no sea trade, the consequences would be serious?"

Lin Yitong was stunned: "Remember, drugs, arms, chemical weapons, are very serious."

Hosran smiled, saying this to her was like a joke, and he also felt much more relaxed: "If one day you find that the people around you are really involved in these things, or who use power to allow them to make profits, what would you think?"

Lin Yitong couldn't help but be frightened, shook her head and said, "No, this kind of thing is so far away from me."

Hosran still smiled and patted her little head lovingly: "Well. It's very far from you."

"Tongtong." He called.

"Um?"

"When you go back, remember to miss me." Otherwise, if you don't want to, I will feel alone outside... very lonely.

"Yeah." She blushed and responded softly. She was so grateful to him for blocking many mosquitoes for herself. Somehow the mosquitoes in the mountains were biting him when they were together, and they didn't come to her.

"The neighbor in the community where you live..."

"I've called the police a long time ago, so serious people won't make things difficult for me for no reason."

"Yeah." Hosran didn't say anything else and kissed her forehead.

Let's leave here, hope peace. Wait until peace, and meet next time.

It's seven o'clock.

His mouth was curved: "Let's go."

Only then did she realize that she raised her eyes in a daze, looked at his handsome face and the silver full moon that suddenly appeared in the sky, and realized that this was parting.

...

Lu Qing said that as a military wife, first, you must endure the possibility of your husband's sacrifice at any time, second, you must have the awareness and follow the army.

Does she have the courage?

When she got into the car, Lin Yitong kept thinking about this question, thinking about it so much that her eyebrows were frowning. Huo Siran kept talking to the driver in front of her, her face was so terrifying that she waved her hand. He was stunned and walked slowly over. She leaned out and kissed him on the face, and he froze.

"Sran," she whispered, "I'll go to Kyoto to find you next time you don't have a mission."

Huo Siran stood on the half-light and half-dark mountain road, unable to move forward and retreat. Then the driver in front saluted him, closed the car door, and the car drove away quickly.

Next time.

She said next time, I will go to find you.

fuck fuck fuck*

The sadness came all the way inexplicably, from the way to the airport to the plane landing on the edge of City C, it never stopped.

Lin Yitong felt very strange. Perhaps because the journey was too short, the day before, she was thinking about how to tease him to force him to get rid of the uncovered guilt and retention in his heart, but the next day, she began to reluctantly leave. The scenes kept flashing in her mind. At night in the hotel, she hugged his waist from behind, and in the farm, he hugged her and spoke softly on the rattan chair. In the past, she felt that Hosran was like a child, and would hurt people with anger, but she was very childish in her bones, but when she recalled those scenes, she suddenly felt that this man became tall.

He was so tall that he could not only block the injustice and darkness of this world, but also blocked a piece of the sky for her. No matter where he was, his heart was protecting her.

Thinking of this, your eyes will inevitably become wet.

Lu Qing was waiting outside the airport in the cold air, and while waiting, he called people with a cold expression. He was still worried after the call.
To be continued...