Chapter 209 Love to Eat Car Exhaust

As they were talking, He Tingzhou's cell phone rang.

He picked up the call from the bodyguard, listened to just two sentences, then stood up from the sofa and threw the cigarette into the glass that Yue Zifeng was about to drink.

"..." Yue Zifeng put down the wine glass, "Where are you going?"

He Tingzhou left immediately: "To comfort my girlfriend."

There is an endless stream of cars behind me, and the river is rushing under the bridge. The autumn wind is a little more biting and chilling than the spring wind. After mid-autumn, late autumn is chased by the winter chill.

Shuang Xu sat by the bridge, wanting to cool down in the breeze.

Shu Yang has an open-minded personality and can take life and death in stride, but she can't.

Shu Yang meant more than just a friend to her. He was the one who accompanied her through the lowest point in her life abroad.

Maybe you have too little, so you can't bear to lose it.

The wind was strong by the river, and her coat was not thick enough, so she was soon chilled to the bone.

The bodyguard standing not far away called out "Mr. He", and soon, the light in front of her was blocked, and a dark shadow covered her. A large coat was draped over her shoulders, wrapping her whole body in the familiar cold fragrance of pine and fir.

That is the aura that bears He Tingzhou's personal mark.

The wandering soul seemed to have finally returned. She raised her face, her hair was messy due to the wind, and her clear pupils were covered with a layer of mist.

He Tingzhou lifted her fair and cold face, and the warmth of his palms slowly warmed her up: "You can't forget about this river, right? The swimming pool at home can't support a little fish like you?"

"I just want to get some fresh air."

He Tingzhou: "Do you like car exhaust?"

“……”Shuang Xu rested his forehead on his waist.

He Tingzhou stroked the back of her head and combed her messy hair with his fingers. The strong river breeze blew from behind and was blocked by his tall and slender body.

"Not going well?"

Shuang Xu hummed in a depressed tone: "All the relatives of the senior sister who can come have come for matching, and none of them are suitable. The bone marrow bank has not found a suitable match for the time being. If a donor cannot be found for transplantation, the doctor said that the specific time is uncertain, and it may be anytime."

"Sometimes I would see the aunt secretly crying in the bathroom. She was afraid of being seen, so she kept silent. She would cry for a while, wipe her tears, and continue to help the senior sister wash the blood-stained clothes."

"Xiao Liao holds her cell phone and beats the electronic wooden fish every day. When her college classmates went to Putuo Mountain, she asked them to bring blessed amulets. She also shamelessly asked them to pass on a message to the Bodhisattva when they worshiped him."

"Mr. Li bought a gym membership, took medicine and exercised every day, hoping to quickly lower his blood sugar index so he could go for another matching test. He always felt that he was the one who slipped through the net."

Every word she said was about others, but in fact every word was about herself.

He Tingzhou never comforts anyone. He never sprinkles salt or chili powder on other people's wounds, which is considered a good deed he does every day.

So much so that I only realized I was missing the skill when I needed it.

"Wansui is not the first dog I raised," he suddenly mentioned.

Shuang Xu looked up at him: "I know, Assistant Xu told me."

"Its name is Glock," said He Tingzhou.

The experience of being kidnapped as a child had a profound impact on him. After returning from the border, he could not sleep and had nightmares as soon as he closed his eyes.

He Qingwei felt guilty about him and wanted to take him with him to take care of him personally. Everyone knew why his mother sacrificed herself, and his situation was special, so the higher-ups allowed He Qingwei to bring him to the army.

He Tingzhou refused. He would rather be trapped in the shadows than go with him. He Qingwei was worried and picked out the best military dog ​​for him.

The Doberman had a strong ability to detect and be alert. It was even a little bigger than the six-year-old He Tingzhou. He Tingzhou ate and slept with it. It accompanied him for eleven years. The dog was not his pet, but his partner.

Glock completed his mission, but ultimately he was too old to resist aging and illness.

"Dobermans don't live long, but it lived to be 13 years old, which is considered a long life. It has dilated cardiomyopathy and systemic organ failure. There is no hope of recovery, and the doctor recommended euthanasia."

Eleven years, you can imagine how deep the bond between them is.

"Is that decision difficult to make?" If Shuang Xu put himself in the other person's shoes, he would probably feel the same dilemma.

He Tingzhou stroked her face and said, "It's easy for me. I want to end its pain."

He said it lightly, as if he was a cold-blooded and heartless person, but he named Wansui Wansui.

Shuang Xu stretched out her hand from under her clothes and held his hand with her palm, which had warmed up again.

"Are you telling me this to comfort me?"

"You're overthinking. I just happened to think of it." He Tingzhou said lazily, "That dog loves to eat car exhaust just like you do."

“…”

Shuang Xu raised his fist and punched him: "Annoying."

He Tingzhou caught her fist and said, "Take you to eat noodles?"

"Okay." The sadness was inexplicably swept away, and Shuang Xu stood up. Maybe because the wind was too cold, his legs were a little stiff and uncontrollable. He staggered forward half a step, and his head bumped into He Tingzhou.

He groaned and held her waist: "Be gentle. If you push me into the river, you really have to jump in today."

I don't know which bone I hit, but Shuang Xu's forehead hurt. It took him a long time to recover: "I won't die for you."

"What are you thinking about?" He Tingzhou said, "I asked you to save me."

Shuang Xu didn't want to leave either, so she put her arms around his neck and hung on him: "Will you hold me?"

She has been acting coquettishly lately, and He Tingzhou's heart melted. He bent down and kissed her between the eyebrows, then picked her up and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road.

He Tingzhou took her to Youpu Noodle House to eat noodles. When they got home, Shuangxu came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and saw him half leaning against the head of the bed, reading a storybook that he had given up reading.

He Tingzhou clapped his hands beside him, and Shuang Xu climbed up: "Why do you look like this again today?"

"I'll tell you a story today." He Tingzhou held her in his arms, "Which one do you want to hear?"

Shuangxu rested his head on his chest, flipped through a few pages in the storybook, and finally said, "I want to hear the story of Glock. What is the origin of this name?"

He Tingzhou closed the storybook and threw it aside.

"Glock is a semi-automatic pistol that is cheap and easy to modify, so it is the first choice for many criminals."

The bedside lamp was on, diluting the already scant emotion in He Tingzhou's voice.

“My mother died from this kind of gun.”

Shuang Xu, who was listening attentively, suddenly froze.

"Then why are you…"

"Why did you give the dog such a name?" The curve at the corner of He Tingzhou's lips was weak and cold, "So that every time He Qingwei sees the dog, he will feel like a thousand arrows piercing his heart."