Chapter 407 The Wind Has Gone

"Brother Han, I've finally caught up with you guys."

Zheng Deliang waved and shouted to the crowd as he ran over quickly.

At this moment, although Han Shuo was not in a good mood, he had to force a smile on his face when facing acquaintances.

"Brother Deliang, what's wrong? Is there anything else?"

Yes, yes, yes.

Zheng Deliang quickly took out a file folder from his backpack and handed it over.

"Brother Han, this is the information that Dr. Lin recently compiled. He originally planned to give it to you today, but you left in too much of a hurry."

"This information is related to human genes, but I don't know much about the specifics. Take a look; it might be helpful to you."

Han Shuo nodded, reached out and took the file bag, but did not open it immediately. Instead, he handed it to Li Shurou beside him.

"Okay, thank you, Brother Deliang."

After he finished speaking, Zheng Deliang's expression was somewhat complicated. He remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"Brother Han, please don't blame the commander. He had his reasons. In the end, he also wanted to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Shuo waved his hand and interrupted him with a smile.

"Brother Deliang, don't worry, I understand."

Then, after thinking for a moment, he continued.

"Actually, even without today's incident, we were already planning to leave. After all, the Blue Liquid matter has been resolved. Brother Deliang, you should know that our group prefers to live a more carefree life. Separating from the main group is more suitable for us."

"It's just that the time was brought forward a little."

...

Sigh~

Zheng Deliang sighed; he naturally understood the distress in Han Shuo and the others' hearts.

After all, the feeling of being driven away is completely different from leaving on your own.

He didn't know how to offer words of comfort, so he could only step forward and hug each of them to show his reluctance to part.

After the hug ended, Han Shuo looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and spoke.

"Alright, Brother Deliang, we need to keep going. It looks like a downpour is about to start. You should head back soon too."

"Oh, by the way, remember to tell Brother Qingyu that we didn't take this to heart, and tell him not to overthink it."

Zheng Delian nodded, solemnly looked around, and deeply memorized the faces of the people in front of him.

Then, Han Shuo smiled, decided not to waste any more time, and turned to walk towards the car.

"Brother Deliang, we'll meet again someday!"

"Brother Liang, please give my regards to the captain!"

...

And so, after Fatty and the others said goodbye to Zheng Deliang, the truck set off again, continuing its journey into the distance.

Zheng Deliang gave a standard military salute in the direction the truck had gone.

Then, he slowly lowered his arm and muttered a bitter sentence to himself.

"Brother Han, Little Zhao, may you all have a safe journey..."

...

Before we knew it, another half hour had passed.

At this moment, the sky grew even darker, and thunder rumbled incessantly within the thick, dark clouds.

Day turning into night is a sign of a heavy rainstorm.

Han Shuo and his group stopped their journey and found a small building along the way to temporarily camp out and prepare to spend the rainstorm there.

After the goods on the truck were secured against the rain, it started raining soon afterward.

"Boom!"

A loud clap of thunder had just passed when the rain intensified, so much so that it splashed water on the ground and obscured the view in the distance.

Inside the small building, Li Shurou found a few candles somewhere, lit them, and placed them in the living room.

With nothing to do, Fatty called Cheng Shenghong, Xiao Zhao, and Lao Wu over to play cards together.

He felt that this would also ease the tense atmosphere at the scene.

The four of them had a great time playing by candlelight.

None of the people present mentioned what happened this morning again.

Han Shuo watched for a while, then turned his attention to Feng in the corner.

He wanted to go over and say something, but seeing Feng leaning against the wall with his eyes closed as if resting, he didn't disturb him and got up to go back into his room.

Lying in bed, he looked at the ceiling and felt a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.

With these indescribable feelings, he soon fell asleep...

When he woke up again, the torrential rain outside had stopped, and the sky had brightened again.

...

Han Shuo checked the time; he had probably only slept for less than two hours. The rainstorm came quickly and went quickly.

Just then, a commotion arose outside the room.

"Haha, how about that? I won again!"

"Hey Fatty, are you cheating? You always have such good luck."

It turns out the four of them were still playing cards...

Han Shuo shook his head with a wry smile and got out of bed.

Without thinking, he glanced out the window and saw Feng standing alone under a withered tree.

"Hmm? What are you drying?"

He let out a soft "hmm" and, filled with curiosity, went downstairs.

...

Soon, Han Shuo walked across the wet ground and arrived at the withered tree.

He made a joke with a smile.

"Feng, did Fatty and the others disturb you? Why don't you stay inside anymore?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind slowly turned around.

By this time, he had already taken off his sunglasses, revealing his cloudy yellow eyes again. He knew that the people around him would never look down on him because of this.

The next moment, his words stunned Han Shuo into a daze.

"I'm leaving..."

...

"Is the wind finally leaving?"

Han Shuo stared blankly and silently thought to himself, a feeling of reluctance welling up in his heart.

He quickly asked.

"Feng, have your injuries fully healed?"

The wind nodded in response.

"Then, will you come back again?"

"I have no idea……"

After the sound faded, the two fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Shuo came to his senses. He drew the Tang sword from his waist and swung it wildly at the withered tree next to him.

Feng turned his head in confusion, and soon he saw Han Shuo using the tip of his Tang sword to carve two patterns on the tree trunk.

The two patterns resemble his two short blades...

Then, Han Shuo sheathed his Tang sword and said with a smile.

"Wind, from now on I will keep leaving such marks on the road. The direction the short blade points will be the direction we move forward."

"If you wish, you can always find us by following the signs."

"We have always been your friends..."

After these few words, even the usually composed Feng was stunned for a moment, and a strange feeling instantly welled up in his heart.

He deeply engraved the mark on the tree trunk in his heart, and then a genuine smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, it will, it definitely will..."

...

And just like that, the wind died down and quickly disappeared from Han Shuo's sight.

He first met everyone at the seaside villa when the rain had stopped and the sun was shining.

Han Shuo still remembers that day, a very beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky...

On this day, as the wind chose to leave everyone, after the rain, a faint rainbow appeared on the horizon...

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