Chapter 38 A Man's Heart, a Needle at the Bottom of the Sea

The old doctor said "hmm" and lowered his head to write on the thin medical record, "You have to use eye drops even if you don't like it."

The dark blue handwriting was written in a flamboyant style, and it was impossible to tell whether it was English or Chinese.

Jian Ruochen was staring at the plastic paper cutter attached to the end of the ballpoint pen, distracted.

I felt that Guan Yingjun's scorching gaze was going to burn through me.

He reached out and pinched the tip of his ear.

Guan Yingjun glanced at the place where Jian Ruochen had pinched. The small mole on the tip of the ear was rubbed bright red, slightly protruding from the surrounding skin, and particularly eye-catching.

He looked away suddenly as if he was scalded.

“Sizzle——”

The doctor cut off the prescription and handed it to Guan Yingjun, "Go to the window and get these eye drops. Use them once in the morning and once in the evening for half a month."

Jian Ruochen reached out to intercept it, "I can match it myself."

Guan Yingjun raised his hand, dodged and asked inconspicuously: "Doctor, is this the only eye drop that can treat this congenital symptom? Is there any oral medicine?"

"This is the only eye drop I have. It's not a serious illness. I'll prescribe some chewable vitamin B tablets. Just pay attention to your eyes and you'll recover."

The old man quickly opened a list and stood up, saying, "He should eat less bacon, coffee and beer, and not drink strong tea. It's best not to eat chili peppers."

Jian Ruochen licked his lips.

These are the things he eats frequently, without any dietary restrictions.

I eat roast meat rice at the tea restaurant downstairs from the police station every week, drink milk tea every day, drink wine a few times, and never stop drinking coffee. Chili pepper is my favorite.

The China Criminal Police College is located in Shenyang, Liaoning.

He had been there for four years, and the cuisine had long since changed from Cantonese to Shenyang.

That dish is spicy and delicious.

A dynamic picture of Dapanji and Guobaorou appeared in Jian Ruochen's mind, accompanied by the background music of A Bite of China, and his mouth gradually became moist.

Even if there is pickled cabbage and boiled pork...

The old doctor also advised: "Eat more fresh mushrooms, milk, apples, carrots, kiwis and cucumbers. Eat less pickled vegetables."

While he was tidying up the documents on the patient's desk, he said to Guan Yingjun, "As his brother, you should pay more attention and stop letting him do whatever he wants. One moment he doesn't like to put in his eye drops, and the next he's picky about food."

The two of them thought of the Chinese cabbage that was thrown away in the roast meat rice.

Jian Ruochen whispered: "I'm not very picky about food, and he's not--"

"...I see." Guan Yingjun interrupted, "Thank you."

"Go get some medicine." The old doctor waved his hand to send the man away.

Guan Yingjun held the prescription, paid for the medicine, and wrote out a bill that could be reimbursed by the police.

He picked up the brown paper bag containing the medicine and looked down to his side.

Jian Ruochen lowered his head, put his hands in his sleeves, and followed Guan Yingjun leisurely from the side. He walked absent-mindedly, and his peripheral vision followed the heels of the shoes in his sight.

On the way to Longting Bar, Guan Yingjun asked him if his photophobia was due to overwork.

At that time he said he didn't know what was going on.

But how can a person not know about his or her congenital disease?

If Guan Yingjun finds this flaw and asks me about it, how should I defend myself?

Jian Ruo was lost in thought. Guan Yingjun stopped suddenly.

He then stopped and braked with his heels.

The hospital was almost closing time and the floor had just been mopped, so the tiles were wet and slippery.

The British-style low-top boots that Jian Ruochen wore today had no anti-slip function and the heels were flat and round, so when he stepped on the tiles, he slid around like ice skates.

Now, as soon as his foot stepped on the water mark, it immediately slid forward.

Jian Ruochen leaned forward and rammed straight into Guan Yingjun's strong chest.

He quickly straightened up and stood up, "Excuse me."

"It's okay." Guan Yingjun said in a hoarse and low voice, "Watch the road when you walk."

Jian Ruochen said "Oh".

Silence spread between the two.

Guan Yingjun curled up his fingers and tightly held the folded part of the brown paper bag, and suddenly thought of the way Jian Ruochen fell into his arms when they first met.

It was obviously just a very trivial matter. If it were someone else, he would not remember it at all.

But Jian Ruochen's appearance at that time is still vivid in my mind.

Guan Yingjun's eyes moved around the boy's jaw.

He put his other hand into his pocket and touched the wine flask inside.

Jian Ruochen was frightened by being looked at, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Guan Yingjun's jaw tightened, "You're walking absent-mindedly, what are you thinking about?"

Jian Ruochen: Thinking about how to make excuses.

He swallowed this sentence and continued with the words he had made up before: "I'm thinking about how to avoid using eye drops."

Guan Yingjun turned around and continued walking forward, "Don't even think about it. I'll keep an eye on you."

Jian Ruochen thought he would seize the opportunity to interrogate or test her.

In the end, I didn't hear a single word until I got on the bus.

What's going on?

Didn’t Guan Yingjun notice that his words were inconsistent?

Jian Ruochen's thoughts were a little confused.

Actually, it doesn’t matter even if I noticed it…

There is always a way out when you reach the mountain.

Besides, Guan Yingjun is such a calm person, how could he be dominated by emotions?

From a rational point of view, is there any other partner in the world who can allow West Kowloon to strangle Lu Qian's throat as hard as he does?

He has already demonstrated his worth. Even if Guan Yingjun suspects that there is something wrong with him, or even thinks that he is an undercover, the best way at this time is to keep a close eye on him, lie dormant in secret, and investigate in detail after he has brought down Lu Qian in one fell swoop.

We'll settle the score later...it'll take at least a year...

During this period, he could slowly reveal some metaphysical things to give the materialistic sir who grew up abroad some time to prepare.

Jian Ruochen pondered in his heart and glanced at Guan Yingjun.

The brown paper bag in Guan Sir's hand had been torn to pieces, with wrinkles and cracks and fingerprints all over it. The person holding it seemed like he had reached the limit of his patience.

Jian Ruo swallowed hard, leaned towards the car door, and just put her finger on the door handle.

Guan Yingjun raised his hand to lock the door, lowered his head and took out a tube of eye drops, "Finish the drops in front of me."

Jian Ruochen: ...

Why is the door still locked? Can’t you afford to have fun?

He unscrewed the cap, stared at the dripper for a while, then screwed it back on. "I'll do it when I get home."

You can't just say that you don't like eye drops and then use them without any psychological burden.

It will be exposed.

Guan Yingjun couldn't tell whether Jian Ruochen was acting or just trying to be perfunctory.

He pulled the corner of his lip, reached out to take back the medicine bottle, twisted it open, and asked, "Do you want to drip it?"

Guan Yingjun had a heroic figure, and because he had a hot temper, he didn't wear much even in the winter.

A layer of black clothing, neither too thin nor too thick, covered his body, vaguely revealing the outlines of the muscles on his arms and shoulders. As I got closer, the heat gathered.

Jian Ruochen leaned back uncomfortably, feeling as if his whole body was soaked in black tea.

It was hot and the tip of my nose was filled with the smell of men.

He blinked his dry eyes.

It's almost over...

I should be able to pretend to be afraid of the powerful and put in eye drops.

Too much is as bad as too little.

He whispered, "Ding."

Jian Ruochen said as he reached for the potion bottle.

Guan Yingjun dodged nimbly, grabbed the boy's shoulders, and dragged his upper body in front of him.

Jian Ruochen didn't check for a moment and fell sideways, and his jaw was immediately clamped by the hot tiger's mouth.

His eyes widened slightly.

Aren’t you going to do it yourself?

What does Guan Yingjun do?

Before I could react, a drop of cold medicine fell into my left eye, soaking into the bottom of my eye, making me feel extremely comfortable. The excess medicine overflowed from the eyes and flowed out from the corners of the eyes.

Guan Yingjun looked at the man who looked up obediently, his eyes swept across his trembling eyelashes, his straight and upturned nose bridge and small nose tip, and fell on his slightly swollen lotus-colored lips.

He stared at it for a while and felt his internal organs burning with heat all over.

Guan Yingjun said: "Open your eyes."

He paused and wiped his throat with the back of his hand in disbelief.

Why is my voice so hoarse?

Jian Ruochen's eyelids twitched, and she opened her eyes reflexively. Her left eye was watery, as if she had just cried.

Guan Yingjun immediately retracted his hand that was tightly holding his jaw as if it was burned, "Come here, drip on your right eye."

Jian Ruochen hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and moved forward.

Just drip.

He stepped back now, as if he was afraid.

Guan Yingjun frowned, stretched out his hand to grab the back of his neck and pull him towards him, not knowing where to start, "Weren't your eyes wide open just now?"

Why is his eyes half open now?

Jian Ruochen muttered, "That was because I was scared by you."

"Stretch yourself out a little." Guan Yingjun paused and said, "Forget it."

Jian Ruochen: ...

Sir Guan’s heart is like a needle in the sea.

It changes so fast that I can't guess it.

Guan Yingjun opened Jian Ruochen's eyelids with one hand and dripped the medicine into the second eye neatly, "I will take you to school in the future and watch you put the eye drops in."

Jian Ruochen closed his eyes to relieve the soreness of the foreign object in his eyes, and said slowly: "Do you really want to be my brother?"

He opened his eyes, looked sideways to observe Guan Yingjun's expression, and half-jokingly retorted, "Are you so worried about me, Brother Jun?"

Guan Yingjun's breathing stagnated, and he turned his head suddenly, looking at the co-pilot in disbelief.

The man in the seat had red eyes. He had obviously done nothing, but in his mind, he saw Jian Ruochen with pink eyes, sweat, panic and nowhere to escape.

Guan Yingjun gritted his teeth and thought hesitantly, what did Jian Ruochen just call him?

"Brother Jun, you are now controlling whether I should use eye drops or not. Will you also control whether I eat spicy food or not? Whether I cover myself with a blanket when I sleep or not?"

Jian Ruochen said as he fastened his seat belt and jokingly said nonchalantly, "Brother Jun, do you care about me so much? Will you keep an eye on me when I go out with my lover in the future?"

Guan Yingjun tensed up, clutching the brown paper bag that hadn't been put into the storage box yet, and said in a deep voice, "Is it funny to play a joke on me?"

Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "When the doctor misunderstood, weren't you the first to interrupt me?"

Guan Yingjun sat in the driver's seat, his back straight, thinking hesitantly: He denied it at the time because...

It was because he didn't want to break off relations with Jian Ruochen, even if it was just a misunderstanding...

Guan Yingjun's pupils dilated in horror for a moment.

Jian Ruochen's smile deepened, and he finally felt that he had the upper hand. He was satisfied, "Sir Guan, let's go home?"

Guan Yingjun looked to his side solemnly.

The young boy's beautiful eyes sparkled and his expression was extremely lively. He smiled as he looked up, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with calling him "Brother Jun" all the time.

There's nothing wrong with it, it's just a little too intimate.

Liu Qishang had also shouted like this, but it sounded very normal when Liu Qishang shouted it, as if he was rolling the last character of his name on the tip of his tongue.

Jian Ruochen tilted his head, "Sir Guan?"

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes to Jian Ruochen's slightly raised lips.

[Will you keep an eye on me when I go out with my lover in the future? 】

spouse……

Guan Yingjun forced himself to refocus his attention and not speculate on who the word "lover" might include.

After all, Jian Ruochen didn't seem to include him when he spoke.

Jian Ruochen reminded suspiciously, "Brother Jun, it's eleven o'clock, aren't you going home?"

Guan Yingjun looked away. Why did Jian Ruochen call him Brother Jun again?

He raised his hand to shift gears.

The first time I touched it, I felt nothing. The second time, I touched the raised handle.

Guan Yingjun held the steering wheel and looked at the road in front of the car window, but suddenly he felt that he could not see anything clearly. He could only hear light and shallow breathing sounds in his ears, and the breath with the scent of grapefruit filled the narrow space.

As soon as you smell it, a lively face will appear in front of you.

Guan Yingjun gripped the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles bulged and turned white. He lowered his head and his hair fell, blocking his vision.

A variety of voices rang in my mind.

"Guan Yingjun, you reacted to him."

"You like him."

"But how can a policeman fall in love with someone who is unclear?"

"If he really has a problem, and you like him so much, can you still be impartial? You can't do it."

"How can you live up to the oath you swore when you joined the police force!"

Guan Yingjun closed his eyes tightly and concentrated his mind.

"But Guan Yingjun, you can go and check it out."

"Police can't like undercover agents, but they can like consultants who are clean."

Guan Yingjun pulled the handbrake and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

The Toyota rushed out of the parking space, drifted, and its headlights drew an arc in the darkness as it rushed out of the parking lot.

Jian Ruochen leaned in the driver's seat, holding on to the seat belt tightly, his heartbeat unconsciously quickened.

What was Guan Yingjun enduring just now?

He is sensitive to light but can see well in the dark.

Jian Ruochen glanced at Guan Yingjun's belt strangely.

If he saw it correctly, did Sir Guan stand up?

The main thing is that when Guan Yingjun’s thing is dormant, it’s a little... big.

If there was a slight change, it would be more obvious.

The only thing that can stimulate Guan Yingjun here is...

Jian Ruochen took a deep breath in his heart.

But he didn't tease Guan Yingjun just now, right?

Just called him Brother Jun.

It's impossible that someone would get angry like this.

How big of a fire is that?

Jian Ruochen clutched the seat belt tightly, his throat was choked and his mind was a mess.

Guan Yingjun responded to him. Did he like him?

Jian Ruochen was frightened back to his senses. He looked up and saw the car quickly brushing past a truck and heading straight for the undersea tunnel. He immediately blurted out, "Slow down! We're speeding!"

Guan Yingjun immediately changed gears to slow down the car.

The light in the underwater tunnel was a mixture of yellow and white, with car lights mixed in, occasionally illuminating the furnishings inside the car.

Jian Ruochen glanced sideways at the person driving the car. The man's muscles were tense, his face was serious, veins bulged on his forehead, and he drove with the momentum of catching a fugitive.

But slowly, perhaps he figured it out, Guan Yingjun gradually relaxed.

Jian Ruochen let out a sigh of relief and slowly leaned back in his chair.

The relief didn't last long.

Twenty minutes later.

Guan Yingjun parked the car in front of the quarry.

He got out of the car, walked to the passenger side, opened the door, looked at the person sitting inside, and said softly, "Get down."

Jian Ruochen said not to try, so he didn't try.

Investigate openly.

Today, he must get an accurate answer.

He is responsible for the 115 police officers of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit and for the shoulder straps.

If it had been a little later, he might not have had the courage to bring people to the quarry.

Guan Yingjun was so eager for the answer "There is nothing wrong with Jian Ruochen" that his rationality was overwhelmed by the surging emotions.

Only a precarious bit of rationality remains, guarding that pitiful, shaky bottom line.

Guan Yingjun blinked his dry eyes.

He couldn't think too much and couldn't take care of anything else.

I just want to find a reason for all doubts before my sanity completely disappears.

Jian Ruochen glanced around.

How come Sir Guan doesn't have any strategy at all?

Even if you are emotional at the moment and your mind is filled with anger at being played and betrayed, you should at least talk about it first, right?

It won’t waste much time to test each other.

It’s not like we can’t talk…

Jian Ruochen was a little confused. Sir Guan didn't seem like the kind of person who would be blinded by betrayal.

He thought about it, and with the dignity of a consultant, he straightened his face and curled his lips towards Guan Yingjun, "Sir Guan, you'd better give me a legitimate reason."

Guan Yingjun's breathing became heavier, and he was filled with anxiety and boredom. "I..."

Jian Ruochen seemed not to feel Guan Yingjun's burning gaze. He glanced around and stood still as a mountain.

Guan Yingjun said softly: "Just think of it as... satisfying my curiosity."

He lowered his head, walked in front of Jian Ruochen, and said weakly, "If you think it's not possible, I'll take you back."

Jian Ruochen raised the corners of his lips, "No need."