Chapter 103 Chapter 103 Becoming a Regular Member
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Three years, more than a thousand days and nights.
Liang Zhao remembered everything from their reunion and interactions in the end times to their regretful deaths.
The moment he opened his eyes again, Liang Zhao finally understood. They met again after many years. Gu Mengran looked at him with expectant eyes and a sad and helpless smile.
I am happy to have found what I lost, but I am also sad that I cannot recognize you.
"I'm sorry, Mengran." Liang Zhao gently stroked the red corners of Gu Mengran's eyes, his fingertips trembling slightly, and his tone was more gentle than ever before: "I remember everything. I made you wait for so long, and let you... bear so much alone."
Gu Mengran couldn't hold it in any longer, and tears as big as beans fell down. While wiping his tears, he shook his head and said, "You took care of me in my last life, and I will take good care of you in this life. Even if, even if you can't remember me, it doesn't matter, you will always be my family."
Emotions seemed to be contagious. Liang Zhao's eyes turned red silently. His gleaming black eyes reflected Gu Mengran's face, revealing deep heartache: "Why did you do such a stupid thing? It must be hard, right? You accompanied me for the last journey, but I didn't accompany you to the end, leaving you all alone."
"It's not painful." Gu Mengran sniffed, slowly raised his hand hanging by his side, and brushed his fingertips across Liang Zhao's cheek. "I said, we either live together or die together, Liang Zhao, I can't, absolutely can't lose you."
"Stop crying."
Liang Zhao wiped away the crystal tears, stroked his tear-soaked eyelashes with his thumb, and said solemnly: "We are very lucky to have the opportunity to start over. This time I will hold you tightly, Gu Mengran, and drag you with me even if I die."
As if discussing what to eat in the morning, Gu Mengran nodded without hesitation, "You'd better keep your word, otherwise--"
Gu Mengran opened his mouth wide, took the opportunity to bite Liang Zhao's rebellious finger, and said viciously: "Bite you to death."
The heavy and depressing atmosphere was somewhat alleviated by this joke.
Liang Zhao looked at him and smiled, his eyes like the rippling lake under the sun, gentle and warm.
Gu Mengran's heart skipped a beat when their eyes met unintentionally.
In order to hide his panic, he raised his chin and looked at Liang Zhao, deliberately teasing: "Now that you remember, are you still jealous of yourself? Do you still want to start from the beginning with me and pursue me slowly? I am also convinced that you are not serious about pursuing someone. How long has it been? More than a year!"
"Actually..." Liang Zhao was visibly nervous, his lips moving as if he was about to say something but stopped. He thought for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Before I recovered my memory, I cared a lot about the guy in my dream. Over the past year or so, I have been trying my best to make my presence felt. I want you to forget him and completely replace his place in your heart."
Hearing this, Gu Mengran became interested and leaned closer, with the tip of his nose touching Liang Zhao's forehead, and smiled softly: "Now that you remember it, do you think I can forget the past? Or do you still hope that I can forget it?"
"No, I can't forget." Liang Zhao shook his head decisively.
The tip of his nose rubbed against his forehead, and Liang Zhao's breathing became disordered for a moment. He supported himself on the mud and tried to stand up, but Gu Mengran was faster than him. He pressed his shoulders with both hands and fixed him on the edge of the field.
"Ahem," Gu Mengran coughed unnaturally, and deliberately looked away, stammering, "Well, there's something I've always been concerned about. Now that you've recovered your memory, I have to ask you."
Evading eyes, unnatural expression...
Liang Zhao guessed it. Without waiting for Gu Mengran to speak, Liang Zhao grabbed his waist and pulled him hard, holding him in his arms again and holding him firmly. He explained softly, "You were the same as I was back then. You were very inferior, depressed, and had no desire to live. I never thought you would like me. I was afraid that you were just doing it to repay me, or that you despised yourself and gave up."
"I don't like girls. From the age of fourteen to twenty-three, from the last life to this life, Liang Zhao only liked Gu Mengran. But I can't take advantage of someone's misfortune. Liking you doesn't mean I have to get you. I hope you can be well and live well."
Liang Zhao, who was not good at speaking, cut himself open, and a bright red, violently beating heart was completely exposed in front of him. Gu Mengran's heart softened, and a strong sour feeling rose at the tip of his nose. Tears welled up in his slightly dry eyes again.
"I……"
"Don't cry." Liang Zhao patted his back and comforted him like a child: "I'm not saying these words to make you cry. I'm showing myself, Meng Ran. It's been more than a year. Can I become a regular employee?"
Although he was touched, Gu Mengran held a grudge and remembered clearly all the anger he had suffered.
He sniffed, buried his head in Liang Zhao's chest and complained softly: "From the last life to this life, you have rejected me twice! Do you know how sad I am? I think I should reject you once, so that you can also--"
"No." Liang Zhao tightened his arms and kissed his hair with great restraint, his voice low and hoarse: "Give me a chance to make up for it, don't punish me, I've been waiting for a long time, and I can't wait any longer."
Gu Mengran became arrogant, "Why are you in such a hurry? I can't run away."
"Promise me." Liang Zhao almost begged.
The strong and passionate love was about to fill her up. Gu Mengran's breath was choked, and she hugged Liang Zhao's waist, with an imperceptible syllable escaping from her throat.
"Um."
Liang Zhao's body trembled noticeably, as if he was a new actor performing on stage for the first time. He was both nervous and excited. He didn't seem to know where to put his hands and feet. His lips opened and closed, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Although he couldn't see his expression, Gu Mengran could clearly feel his emotions.
Gu Mengran patted Liang Zhao's back, buried his head in his arms and laughed secretly, "What's wrong, boyfriend? Are you still not able to adapt to your new identity?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Zhao supported Gu Mengran's shoulders with both hands, leaned back, and kept a little distance from him.
The sights met and merged in mid-air, time seemed to stand still, the sounds made by the small animals were automatically blocked by the ears, and increasingly heavy and rapid breathing sounds came one after another.
Gu Mengran's heart was beating like thunder, and his brain went blank for a moment.
Before he could regain his senses, warm breath brushed across his cheek, Liang Zhao's deep eyes got closer and closer, and the next second, slightly cold lips kissed his.
"Don't hide, let me get used to it."
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Ten minutes later, the culprit Liang Zhao was soaking in the stream, taking a bath leisurely and comfortably, while the victim Gu Mengran was lying on the shore "looking in the mirror", looking at his red and swollen lips in the water with a look of disbelief.
"You are a dog! Is there anyone as close to others as you?"
His mouth was red and swollen, and there was a slight pain, as if he had been stung by a bee. Gu Mengran was so angry that he scooped up a handful of water and splashed it at Liang Zhao.
Liang Zhao didn't try to hide, letting the cold stream water pour over his head. Then he lifted up his hair and slowly wiped his face. He smiled and looked at Gu Mengran: "I'm a novice, not very experienced, and a little nervous. Next time... I'll try to be more restrained."
Looking at the calm Liang Zhao, Gu Mengran was stunned for a moment.
I don’t know if it’s his illusion, but I always feel that... Liang Zhao has become more and more shameless after recovering his memory.
"I don't want to bother with you."
Gu Mengran muttered something in a low voice, then stretched out his legs and sat on the shore. He picked up a washed cucumber from the cabbage leaves next to him, cut off the head and tail, and took a big bite.
The crisp cucumber was crushed by his teeth, and the sweet and delicious juice burst in his mouth. Gu Mengran breathed a sigh of relief with contentment.
After eating half a cucumber, Liang Zhao finished his shower and came ashore. Gu Mengran spread two cabbage leaves on the ground, picked up two cucumbers and handed them to him, "Eat, breakfast today? Lunch? I don't even know what time it is now. I've been in a daze these past few days."
Obviously he was thinking of something unpleasant. After he finished speaking, the lively Gu Mengran hung his head and immediately became listless.
The clothes were still dripping with water. Liang Zhao took the cucumber and sat on the cabbage stool prepared by Gu Mengran. He reached out and rubbed his head. "Don't be afraid. Grandpa and the others evacuated in advance. It will take time for the flames to spread. Nothing will happen."
"I know." Gu Mengran pursed his lips: "I'm just worried. I'm worried that grandpa won't be able to see us. Also, Hengrongsheng has too much fuel oil. I'm afraid it's not just the surface of the water that's on fire. What if there's an explosion..."
Liang Zhao held the emerald green cucumber tightly in his hand, his expression gradually becoming solemn.
Explosion, this possibility cannot be ruled out.
The water surface burst into flames instantly, and the first reaction of the ship must be to escape. As long as the speed is fast enough and it is quickly evacuated to safe waters, it should not suffer too serious damage.
But the explosion is different. Once the Hengrongsheng carrying thousands of tons of fuel explodes, its power will inevitably affect an area of 10 miles. No matter how fast the ship is, it is impossible to escape the explosion range in a short time. Even if it is not affected by the shock wave, it will inevitably be affected by the waves.
Even if we take a step back and say that they reacted quickly enough and were lucky enough, and neither of them caused serious consequences, then the turbulent current would have pushed the ship forward.
In other words, it would be difficult for the Wind Wing to stop and wait for them.
A large amount of fuel is needed to fight the water current, but the oil tanker Heng Rongsheng sank, and Gu Mengran, who was carrying the fuel, disappeared. They simply did not have enough fuel to wait on the spot.
Things turned out just as Liang Zhao had expected.
At the same time, the Fengyi was not so peaceful, and the cabin was noisy and bustling.
"Grandpa Meng, please think carefully. You really can't wait any longer!"
"The fuel tank of the Yongyue is running low. We can't hold out for much longer!"
"Grandpa Meng! We have to leave. We have to save some fuel for diversion!"
The green breathing light flashed at a high frequency, and everyone's earnest advice came one after another, and the sound was transmitted to the cockpit of the Fengyi through the loudspeaker.
The old man turned a deaf ear to him. He sat upright in the captain's chair, gripping the rudder tightly with both hands, looking intently at the water ahead, and stepped on the throttle to fight the turbulent current with all his might.
Three days later, they returned to the familiar Fengjin Lake with its turbulent waves.
It was late at night, and there was still a glow of fire on the water ahead. The old man steered the Wind Wing forward continuously, but from the motionless mountains around it, it could be judged that the Wind Wing had not moved at all and had been standing still.
There is no way, the water flow is too fast, and if we don’t give way, the oil tanker will be pushed away immediately.
How long can it last like this? Zheng Yijie returned to the control console with a telescope and saw the fuel tank sign with a red warning light on.
Others didn't know that Gu Mengran had space, and they just thought that the old man was stimulated and insisted on his own way. Even so, Decheng and Yongyue were very righteous and followed him back without hesitation.
But after three days, the fuel tanks of the three ships were almost empty, but the old man still refused to give up. He insisted on waiting for the fire to be extinguished and for Gu Mengran and Liang Zhao to come back.
Zheng Yijie felt very upset. He was worried about the safety of Gu Mengran and Liang Zhao. He was also worried that the fuel would run out and the Fengyi would completely lose power. He was even more worried about... the old man who was becoming more and more abnormal.
The fire gradually died down, but it could not be extinguished within two or three days, and the water temperature continued to rise. Even if Gu Mengran and Liang Zhao hid safely in the space, they would not be able to get out in a short time.
He couldn't wait any longer. Zheng Yijie lowered his eyes and looked at the old man. He took a deep breath and slowly said, "Grandpa Meng, we, we can't wait any longer. It's really time to leave."
"What kind of sarcastic remarks are you making?"
Instead of ignoring Zheng Yijie like he ignored Gao Feng, the old man frowned and rebuked him with dissatisfaction: "If outsiders don't know, how can you not know? Why are you backing out? If we just walk away, what will we do after they get out?"
"The fire is still burning, Grandpa Meng. They can't get out in a short time."
Zheng Yijie tried to reason with him, but the old man ignored him and said, "If they can't come out, just wait. Isn't it over when they come out?"
Zheng Yijie's eyes went dark, and he quickly raised his hand to rub his temples. "It's not up to us to decide whether to wait or not. The fuel is almost gone, Grandpa! By then, the Wind Wing will be completely out of power, and we won't even be able to decide where to go. We can only drift around with the current."
The old man's hand at the helm trembled slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Then, isn't there another thing in the lobby on the first floor--"
"That's an empty oil barrel!" Zheng Yijie was obviously panicking, and chased after the old man and asked, "You should know that Gu Mengran put it away in order to grow vegetables."
"I……"
The old man hesitated, his expression changed subtly, but his eyes were particularly firm, "It's okay, don't panic, it should be able to hold on for a day or two, and there will be oil when Gu Mengran comes out."
How could he not panic? Zheng Yijie was so anxious that he scratched his head and took a deep breath to calm himself down. He slowed down his tone and said, "Grandpa, Grandpa Meng, three days have passed and the fire has become a little smaller. Will it be extinguished in another day or two? You know, right? There won't be much change in a short time."
"I'm like you. I believe they will stay in the space well. There are vegetables and water in the space, so they won't starve. It won't be a problem for them to stay there for ten days or half a month. They are smart people and they know that it's dangerous outside, so they won't come out so quickly."
"Leaving now is the best option. While the Wind Wing still has power and can turn, we can ride the current to the East China Sea. We've talked about this topic before. If they can't find us when they come out, they will naturally know to go to the East China Sea. If we continue to wait like this and completely lose power, can we successfully reach the East China Sea? Where will they find us?"
As if he was persuaded by his words, the old man's straight back suddenly sank down, as if he had aged several years in an instant, and he looked at the lake with a sad expression, "Will you really go to the East China Sea to find us?"
Without waiting for Zheng Yijie to answer, the old man continued, "But without the Wind Wing, how can they get to the East China Sea? Such a long distance, such heavy rain, relying on a diesel boat to get there?"
Strike while the iron is hot. Zheng Yijie reached out and patted the old man on the shoulder, and said softly, "Grandpa, Gu Mengran has the space in his hands. Most of the supplies, materials, and tools in the house are in his hands. He is simply a mobile human warehouse. Diesel boats, rafts, fuel... They have everything they need. There are plenty of ways to deal with it. He should be the one worrying about us."
"Okay... okay."
The master compromised, his tightly knitted brows slowly relaxed, he looked at the lake ahead and sighed, then grabbed the high-frequency pager and said, "Let's go, let's go now, we're going to the East China Sea."
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