There was a strong wind in Yuncheng all night. The next day, the air was stuffy and sticky. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and not a single ray of light could be seen. Deep in the distant mountains, a rainstorm was brewing.
At the end of a deserted road on the outskirts of the city, the dark and depressing prison gate was opened, and a tall and straight figure walked out.
He still had sharp short hair, simple black clothes and black pants, and his handsome face, which had completely lost its youthfulness, became even more resolute and indifferent, with a frosty look in his eyes and an imposing aura.
He walked step by step towards the black SUV parked not far away, thunder rumbling and lightning roaring behind him...
"Brother Lu!" Biaozi in the driver's seat called out.
Baru said nothing, took the cigarette he handed over, tilted his head to light it, and exhaled the gray smoke with his face raised. It took a long time for his beautiful Adam's apple to move.
"How's Natu?"
"He's still receiving treatment in Yangon. The doctor said that even if his life can be saved, his leg is definitely not."
Balu frowned, but still didn't open his eyes. Only his Adam's apple trembling up and down silently told how much effort he had to use to suppress the anger gushing out of his chest.
"Brother Meng didn't say anything?" After a long time, he spoke again.
"I did," Biaozi hesitated for a second, "The commander said that if Natu hadn't been injured, he wouldn't have disturbed Young Master Long from cultivating in the Chinese prison. He had originally planned to bring the brothers to perform a ritual to send you off to heaven after you became a Buddha. But now it seems that Myanmar doesn't need another love saint, but a dragon that can subdue the evil in northern Myanmar."
Baru finished the rest of his cigarette in two puffs, threw the butt away, and slapped Biaozi on the head.
"Damn it, just get the point, and you're learning to open your tongue and drive."
As the car drove towards the main road and was about to get on the highway at the border of Ruicheng, the man in the passenger seat with his eyes closed spoke softly.
"Turn around and go to the gallery."
Biaozi braked suddenly and stopped the car on the side of the road.
"Brother Lu, are you crazy? That woman sent you to prison for a year, why are you still thinking about her?"
Baru pursed his lips and said, "I just want to see if she's doing well. Anyway, I can never come to China again. I'll give up after just one look."
Biaozi didn't say anything, holding his breath and driving the car very fast.
When Nanxi graduated, she, Liang Lu, and Xu Jin opened a gallery next to the Yuncheng Art Museum. She and Xu Jin each invested half, while Liang Lu, from a modest family background, invested purely in her technology.
When there are no activities in the gallery, there are not many people. Nanxi opened a coffee shop next to the gallery. It is decorated with flowers, artistic oil paintings, and has many cats. The hand-ground coffee is also very popular, and it has become a new internet celebrity check-in spot in Yuncheng.
The second floor of the coffee shop is Nanxi's private space. Apart from Liang Lu, even Xu Jin rarely comes up here.
She sat by the window, painting quietly.
This is a comic that she has been serializing on social platforms for a year. It is called "Babalong and Nan the Kitten" and is very popular. It tells the story of a little dragon named Baba who works hard to grow stronger for the sake of his family. Later, he saves a Persian cat named Nannan. The two of them have their ups and downs and grow up together.
Balu's car drove to the other side of the road. Although there was a light drizzle in the air and visibility was not high, there were people coming and going on the road and cars were flowing continuously. Although she only showed her side face, Balu still locked onto the slender figure by the second-floor window at a glance.
Why has she lost weight again?
The man's jaw was extremely tense, and a hint of coldness escaped from his thin lips. "Nan Xiaoxi, is this what you want?"
Suddenly, a breeze lifted the pure white gauze curtain beside the window. The little woman who had lowered her head raised her eyes, glanced at the rain outside, frowned, and then reached out to close the window.
Still so spoiled and prone to temper tantrums, he gets angry even when it rains.
Balu brushed off the cigarette ash and licked her lips. She was so far away, how could she smell that sweet and cold fragrance again?
Nanxi closed the window, her heart trembling suddenly. For some unknown reason, she opened the curtains again. She didn't know what she was expecting.
There was a black SUV parked across the street. Her heart was pounding, and her slender fingertips resting on the curtains were gleaming white.
Suddenly, she rushed out without caring about anything.
She was only wearing a thin dress and slippers. Her hair had grown longer and now reached below her buttocks. It was curly and looked like a siren in a fairy tale.
The rain was falling lightly and densely. When Nanxi ran out, the black off-road vehicle had disappeared.
She was in a trance and confused, not knowing where to put her heart. She stood helplessly in the rain, looking around, as if she knew who she was looking for, but also seemed not to know.
Next to the wheel tracks blurred by rain, there was a half-smoked cigarette butt. Nanxi squatted down and stared at the half-smoked cigarette butt in a daze.
Her whole body was soon soaked, and she was unaware that her hair was sticky and stuck to her face, like a lost child.
"Brother Lu!" In the car parked at the corner, Biaozi desperately held onto Baru who was trying to rush down.
"Commander Wu said that if I don't bring you back this time, I'll be shot. I haven't even married yet."
Baru's eyes were filled with mixed emotions. He didn't understand. A year ago, she had said she didn't regret it, so why was she acting like this now? In her heart, what did she think of him?
It was obvious in Daqili, under the witness of the Buddha, that she was already his wife. He had clearly told her that he could go to jail but was not allowed to marry another man. It was she who betrayed their marriage first and married Shen Ce. Why was she crying pitifully here now?
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