Chapter 129 Pollution 6 Die Together
The sun was shining brightly, and the playground was full of young boys and girls in reserve military uniforms. They were running in circles on the playground, and some of them kept coming down holding their knees after running.
"He Yan!"
The young man was holding a water bottle high, drinking water with his head tilted back slightly. His Adam's apple moved and sweat slid from his forehead into his thick black eyebrows and fell along his eye sockets.
He tightened his palm around the water bottle; his fingers were long and strong, with thick knuckles. He gripped the soft bottle tightly with his fingertips, squeezing it anxiously.
He turned his head and looked over when he heard that. He raised his eyelashes, and the mottled light and shadow fell on his face, making his eyes look dark and bright.
"He Yan, that today..." The young man with short brown curly hair panted and looked at him, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
"that is……"
He Yan was tall, and he would lower his eyes when looking at most people. His large Prussian blue T-shirt was stuck to his back due to sweat stains, revealing the outline of his immature back muscles and back grooves.
"He said he would come today."
He Yan frowned slightly, said this impatiently and turned away, holding the bottle cap between his index and middle fingers and turning away.
Behind me came the sound of messages and excited cheers.
"He Yan said that Commander Li will be here today."
"Ahhh! The commander just returned from a mission, didn't he?"
Hot salty sweat trickled down his chin, stinging his skin. He Yan didn't think it was a big deal, but after they kept asking him questions, he inexplicably became a little excited.
He Yan propped up his head and twirled the pen in his hand. He heard that they had already started the discussion. They all knew that Li Yanze would come to pick him up today.
"Ah, I wonder if I can get Commander Li to sign it."
"Don't worry, you can talk to the commander and he will agree. Commander Li is gentle, reliable and easy to talk to."
"I can't believe how happy I will be with Commander Li every day..."
Gentle, reliable, easy to talk to...happy...
He Yan lowered his eyes and twirled the pen in his hand. He couldn't help but chuckled softly.
Is this Li Yanze?
Gentle... is it the one who hung a candy over He Yan's head, teased him to do squats, and then stuffed the candy into his own mouth after he finished... Li Yanze?
Reliable... Is it Li Yanze, the one who broke the water pipe while turning the water valve, causing two people to sleep in the military cafeteria for three days?
During these four years, He Yan would always feel lucky that he was not raised to death by him, and because of this, he became a reliable and emotionally stable teenager.
These two words seem quite inappropriate when used to describe a young man who is full of vigor and at the age when he hates dogs.
But this family can't have another unreliable person.
As soon as the school bell rang, many people secretly glanced at He Yan who was slowly packing his things, waiting to go out with him.
He Yan walked out slowly, carrying his backpack in one hand, with a group of people following behind him not far away.
Attract bees and butterflies...
He Yan put one hand in his pocket and leaned against the railing to wait for him.
This time he was gone for almost a month, and it seemed like a very difficult task. Moreover, the interval between the last two missions was too short, and Li Yanze only stayed at home for four days in between.
He Yan was lost in thought when a black car swerved and stopped in front of him. Fei Liang came out, his usual playful expression gone, his face a little pale.
"Xiao Yan, he asked me to come and take you home first."
He Yan frowned and asked subconsciously: "Where are the others?"
Fei Liang took off his military cap, smoothed his hair, lowered his head to hide his expression, and said to him softly:
"You go back first, he may come back in a few days."
He Yan put his fingers on the car door, holding down Fei Liang, who was reluctant to get in, and looked at Fei Liang, who was sitting in the driver's seat with his face turned sideways.
"Take me to him, take me there. Otherwise I'll stand here until he comes to pick me up."
Fei Liang knew that this boy was a stubborn one ever since he ran away from right under his nose as a child, dragging his crippled leg.
"You stubborn bastard. What's the point of you going there? Will you just stand there and get in the way?"
Fei Liang held a cigarette anxiously in his mouth. He bit the filter a few times but didn't remember to light it. Finally, he threw it away, waved his hand and said gruffly, "Get in the car."
He Yan's heart tightened, and he leaned down to get into the car. His hand hit the car frame without him even looking.
"Warning...Warning...The R value of people in this isolation room is too high."
As soon as He Yan walked out of the elevator, he heard the alarm ringing throughout the corridor, and officers armed with live ammunition cordoned off an isolation room.
The transparent glass was blocked tightly and it was impossible to see what was going on inside.
He Yan ignored all that and ran over, and Fei Liang couldn't stop him.
The doctor on the side was squatting at the door, rubbing his hands. When he saw Fei Liang and He Yan coming, he immediately stopped the officer who was pointing a gun and forcing the men to retreat.
"Fei Liang, are you crazy? Why did you bring He Yan here? Do you want him to see Li Yanze's transformation with his own eyes?"
"What's the change?" He Yan pushed them away regardless, not even realizing that his voice was trembling.
He Yan forced his way through them, leaned against the glass, and saw Li Yanze with his eyes closed, his whole body seemed to be soaked in blood.
One arm and one leg hung at unnatural angles, obviously without any medical treatment.
"He's bleeding! Why don't you first..."
"He Yan, calm down."
Calm? Wasn't he calm? He didn't throw a tantrum, nor did he grab the doctor by the collar and force him to go in to save the patient.
Isn't he calm enough?
"Warning, warning, real-time R value of the tested person: 67.58%"
He Yan's scalp tingled as he recalled the five-headed pollutant four years ago, the pollutant with black thorns in the carriage that tore people to pieces alive.
He reached out and placed his palm against the glass, resting his forehead against it, and understood everything.
The doctor sighed, "He was injected with an anti-red agent right after he came back. We can only wait."
He Yan felt cold all over: "What are you waiting for? Wait for his R value to drop first, or for him to die here first?"
"You're going to watch him die here?"
The doctor covered his forehead and suddenly closed his eyes. The calm look in his eyes seemed to be shattered. Fei Liang put his arm around the doctor's shoulders and asked him to sit down and rest first.
"None of us wants him to die, but the door of the isolation room can only be opened when his R value drops."
"He is the commander of Dawn. If he could choose, he would let us wait for him here."
He Yan did not respond, as if he did not hear anything. He just stared at the person on the bed, watching the bright red blood leak out of his body.
The eyelashes that used to be long and thick were now stained with bright red blood, staining the porcelain white cheeks.
There was nothing he could do, so he had to leave it to fate. He Yan hated waiting, but he had to wait, waiting for two worst outcomes, and one possible... a happy ending.
"Ding Di, real time: 68.07%"
He Yan just stared at his face, watching his complexion turn pale.
The monitors and detectors on one side kept sounding the alarm, alternating like a sharp knife stirring people's hearts.
"Don't look at it, Xiao Yan..."
Fei Liang tried to pull him reluctantly, but He Yan didn't move at all.
"At 70%, we will have to carry out executions."
“No one can go above that and still come back down.”
"Real time: 69.30%"
"Real time: 69.80%"
Fei Liang wiped his face and held the doctor's trembling shoulders. The officer guarding here had already loaded his gun.
He Yan glanced at their guns calmly and in an instant had thought of all the plans: seize the guns, hold the doctor hostage, and use his iris to open the door.
Either he mutated or died in his hands.
Or, die here together.
Beep beep…
"Real time: 68.37%, R value detected to be falling, the alarm is lifted..."
The moment the doctor heard the number, he rushed to the door, cleared the access code, and the glass turned black in an instant.
"Prepare for surgery."
He Yan's eyes went dark, and he could no longer see him. From the reflection in the glass, he saw that he had no tears, but was just staring at the glass with red eyes.
The officers in the corridor were withdrawing their troops. Fei Liang jumped up excitedly in the corridor and patted He Yan's shoulder.
"We have passed the most dangerous stage. If you survive a great disaster, you will have good fortune in the future."
He Yan's eyes twitched nervously twice, then suddenly relaxed, and he was slow to react.
He quietly loosened his hand and put down the pencil sharpener in his pocket.
"Li Yanze."
One of Li Yanze's hands was hung in front of his chest, and his other leg was covered in a thick plaster cast. He was wearing a loose hospital gown, and his short black hair was disheveled, with one side of his hair pressed against his scalp.
Hearing He Yan's low voice calling him angrily at the door, he immediately threw away the cigarette in his mouth.
Li Yanze's movements were too big, and he was leaning against the windowsill, and the crutch he was holding fell to the ground with a thud.
He scratched his nose and surrendered with one hand: "No, no, I really don't plan to order."
He Yan slammed the lunch box in his hand onto the table with a bang and sneered.
"How dare I control Chief Li?"
Li Yanze stood up on one leg, holding onto the windowsill. His crutch had fallen, and he couldn't bend over to pick it up, so he was stuck there.
Li Yanze simply leaned against the wall, looking at He Yan with a smile, his hair hanging down, his eyelashes clean again without the blood stains, dry, soft, and fluffy with light.
"Are you scared? Fei Liang said you almost rushed into the isolation room."
He Yan turned his head, sneered, and threw his schoolbag on a chair beside him, making a deafening bang.
"Of course I'm scared. I'm afraid that if you die, no one will take care of me and I'll have to go back to picking up trash."
He Yan waited for Li Yanze to respond with a smile, but he didn't hear him speak.
"He Yan."
Li Yanze leaned against the window, his usual smile gone. His face was still pale, and his pale cheeks almost melted into the pale sunlight and disappeared.
“You’re not going to pick up trash.”
He Yan's clenched hands loosened and his brows relaxed.
"I have left a will, leaving all my property to you. Your Uncle Fei, Brother Tang, Sister Guan and Brother Guan will not ignore you."
Li Yanze smiled, looked down at him, and finished speaking softly.
“So I won’t go back to pick up trash.”
He Yan couldn't describe what he felt. The intense anger he felt in an instant made him want to rush over to hug him, and then jump out of the window together.
"Well, then, I should be hoping that you will die? If you die, I will have money..."
Li Yanze looked at him, his eyes light and gentle, as if he was embracing an ignorant child.
"That's great. I don't have to worry about you messing around with something or eating some soup that makes you want to vomit. I don't have to worry about you smoking or being confused and breaking some home appliances..."
He Yan didn't like this look, he really didn't like it.
"I would be better off without you, wouldn't I? Li Yanze, you... you are..."
He Yan wanted to say, even if you died, I wouldn't feel anything.
But he couldn't say the word "death". He suddenly remembered that at that time, he just watched Li Yanze's face fade away bit by bit through the glass.
"Why did you bring me back?" He Yan's head drooped as if he couldn't bear the burden.
"Li Yanze, do you think it's interesting to pick me up and raise me?"
Li Yanze had a complicated look in his eyes. He said nothing, but leaned against the windowsill and whispered to him, "Xiao Yan, I can't move."
“You deserve it.”
"Yes, yes, then can Xiao Yan take me back?"
He Yan sneered: "You should be allowed to stand there until your legs are healed."
As he said that, he stood up, walked in front of Li Yanze, turned his face away from him, picked him up horizontally, and gently put him on the bed.
Li Yanze leaned against the head of the bed, put his arms around He Yan's neck, rubbed his head, and patted his head with a smile.
"You're big enough now to hold me."
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