He looked down at her, his lips pressed against her forehead, and asked, "Why did you suddenly... suddenly agree today? I'm really... so happy that I'm about to die. Ash, you don't know how happy I am..."
You Mingxu felt sad when he heard this, so he touched his face and replied, "Silly boy, you saved my life, so this life is yours from now on. You always chased me before, but you don't have to chase me anymore. I'll wait for you."
He was silent for a while, muttering: "So it's to repay a favor..." He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her on the face, his voice hoarse: "No matter why, it's mine anyway, you are not allowed to regret it! It all counts!"
He had already said "no regrets" twice, and You Mingxu felt a little bitter, wondering how afraid he was that he would kick him out again. She wanted to pat his head, but the bandages on his head prevented her from doing so, so she gently pinched his chin and said, "It's not about repaying a favor. It's not about that."
He looked up at her, "What's that for?"
Those clear eyes suddenly made You Mingxu unable to look directly at them.
You Mingxu did not answer but asked: "What about you? Why does it have to be yours?"
For...what?
Although Yin Feng still had a slight headache, many scenes flashed through his mind as he looked at the person in front of him: the first time they met in Tibet, he crawled out of his sleeping bag in a daze and saw a pair of clean and gentle eyes; he stayed in the corridor and she came out with a sullen face and let him into her life; everything was dark in front of him and he could only feel her soft palms, her kiss covering him, covering everything about him; and she and her partner squatted in the corridor, smoking, unable to even cry, and he could only stare at her through the glass.
Since when did he, who used to resist this world in fear, become fearless of nothing, not even death?
Just because of her.
The words just came out by themselves, his eyes were wet, and he said: "Ash, because I love you. I love you very much."
You Mingxu didn't move, just looked at his tearful eyes.
If I decide to give myself to him today, I will be prepared to be shattered to pieces in the future. There is no turning back. But he said this.
He really understands love. She understands.
Her nose felt sore, and the tears that she had suppressed as if they didn't exist were brought out again by him. Suddenly I felt that he was like a child, but so was she. There were only the two of them in the world, together. She will remember this feeling of dependence on each other from now on.
She said, "Oh, really?"
Yin Feng nodded: "It's not love, it's not dependence, it's nothing else. I can't change anyone else, no one else in this world can. I only love you and worship you. I am willing to die for you, as long as you love me. As long as you love me too."
You Mingxu's tears fell and he wiped them away. She put her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder. Yin Feng's heart was already filled with great joy and heartache, and the two of them just snuggled up and hugged each other.
After a while, I heard her murmur: "You Yingjun, from now on... let's take it slow and live every day well. You are the only one I have..."
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This is a morning with a strong autumn atmosphere. Several policemen, dressed neatly in police hats and uniforms, have arrived at the funeral home.
You Mingxu also came. Due to the injuries on her body, she walked a little slowly, but her back was very straight. She stood with a group of police officers. Yin Feng stood beside her, wearing a neat black suit, looking like a truly mature and steady man.
Time is up.
The provincial bureau director, Ding Xiongwei, also rushed over and walked at the front with Huaicheng director and municipal leaders, all with solemn expressions. You Mingxu looked at Ding Xiongwei's eyes, which were always cold, and his eyes also turned red. He didn't know what to feel in his heart.
Farewell to the body.
One bow, two bows, three bows. A moment of silence.
Most of the people present were over 70cm tall men, and suppressed sobs could be heard from the crowd. You Mingxu stared at his toes, tears falling down his face, and he could hardly look up to see the deceased's face in front of him. After a while, Yin Feng, with red eyes, reached out to hug her. She buried her face in his arms, and all her cries were blocked in his chest.
Unlike Xu Mengshan and You Mingxu, Xu Mengshan did not hide in the last few rows, but stood in the first row behind his relatives. He looked like a silent iceberg and didn't cry out loud. He just stood there with Fan Jia's parents.
There are many important changes in life, or we grow up to be reborn. From then on, we became more silent and more determined in many cases. All of this happened overnight. It's just that sometimes the price is too high. It is so heavy that it causes us to suffer dull pain for the rest of our lives.
Only after Fan Jia's ashes and her parents were loaded into the car did the police return to their respective posts. There is still a lot of follow-up work to be done in the case of Deng Yao and his son. Chen Zhaoci was not caught either. What is gone is gone. No matter how sad they are, they cannot stop for too long and can only keep moving forward.
You Mingxu's injury has not healed yet, so Ding Xiongwei ordered her to rest for two more days before reporting back. But she didn't want to stay in the hospital any longer, so she went back to the guesthouse to recuperate, and read the newly recorded confessions and supplementary information every day.
When she returned to the guesthouse from the funeral home that day, You Mingxu was indeed extremely tired. The injury in her back was aching slightly, so she lay down as soon as she entered the room. Yin Feng followed in closely. The bandage on his head had been removed, leaving only a few pieces of gauze. He suffered no other injuries and has recovered almost as normal.
Yin Feng told Chen Feng about their being together as soon as possible. Chen Feng was surprised, but also happy for them. At this time, Chen Feng naturally would not follow in and quickly retreated back to his room.
Yin Feng walked to the bedside and saw You Mingxu lying there. He had taken off his police hat but not his police uniform. His face was a little pale, and there was a hint of fragility in his handsomeness. He liked and felt sorry for him. He put his arms on her sides. For some reason, ever since they got together, he liked to "wrap" her in various ways. He asked, "Are you tired?"
You Mingxu nodded.
"Want to go to bed?"
She nodded again.
"Then I'll help you undress."
At this moment, she was as obedient as a child. She raised her body slightly, and he pulled her sleeve to help her take off her coat. She was wearing a police uniform shirt underneath. Although she had a slim figure, it was tight there. Yin Feng couldn't help but take a few more glances.
You Mingxu asked sharply, "Where are you looking?"
Yin Feng simply lowered his head and kissed it through his shirt: "Look at my stuff."
You Mingxu's body trembled slightly, and he lay on his side with his back to him. Yin Feng covered her with a quilt. He was reluctant to leave, so he simply took off his suit and got in. Now she finally didn't dislike him anymore. He put his arms under her head and hugged her again. She felt so happy.
After a while, he leaned over and she turned her head away to prevent him from looking. He reached out and touched her face, which was covered with tears.
Yin Feng was silent for a moment, then pressed his face against hers and asked softly, "Are you still feeling bad?"
In fact, after leaving the funeral home, You Mingxu's mind was empty. She even tried hard not to think about Fan Jia anymore, but before long, the smiling face of her former comrade-in-arms popped up in her mind again, and then she couldn't stop crying. Probably all the tears she had shed over the past decade had been shed in these two days.
"Maybe." She answered wearily.
"Ah Xu, don't think about it. Excessive grief will only harm your body. You have to move on soon, and the case is not over yet." Yin Feng said.
You Mingxu's throat almost choked up: "I understand."
When he went out in the morning, You Mingxu did not open the curtains, nor did he turn on the lights. The room was as dark as a quiet and warm night. Yin Feng sounded particularly sincere when he said, "Let's be intimate for a while. It can distract you and make you feel less uncomfortable."
You Mingxu finally smiled, but before she agreed, he turned over, climbed on top of her and started kissing her.
This kid...is getting bolder and bolder. You Mingxu thought lazily.
But what he said was indeed right. After extreme grief, people always feel dazed. At this time, if there is someone who is full of love and pity, kisses and caresses you devoutly, and slowly pulls you back. Your body finally begins to feel the warmth and the shivers. He is as sincere as a child, but also as firm as a man.
On this bloody road, on this thorny road. There were often large areas of darkness around her. And she and her comrades, perhaps like silent stone statues, guarding there. One day, he might collapse.
She actually understood it a long time ago, but she just refused to admit that he was her only bright moonlight. Clean, clear, and sincere, always chasing her. She was greedy for this ray of moonlight. Only when she was illuminated by it, comforted by it, and held in his palm, would her heart not become numb and her soul would not become colder and more painful. Only now could she breathe like a living person, instead of dying with her beloved comrades.
You Mingxu's attention was completely occupied by him. Her whole body was hot, and the confused and irresistible feeling he once brought her was overwhelmed by her again. Her hands were held by him, and she was dazed for a moment. He was making rapid progress - most of the buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned by him, and his head was almost stuck in. You Mingxu's toes were shaking so much that he twisted his ears and pulled him up.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds.
His voice was all hoarse: "Ash, can I... have sex with you now?"
You Mingxu just stared into his eyes. At this moment, she just wanted to indulge herself, just wanted to forget everything, and accompany him to the death. Her hand released his ear and dropped to the bed sheet, her voice lower than his: "Go."
Author's Comments:
The chapter about Fan Jia's death is one that I thought about for a long time and rewrote several times.
The superiors had decided to give up the line of dividing the gold treasure, but the hero and heroine insisted on finding the video and locking in Chen Zhaoci; the four criminal psychological suspects were found by the hero and heroine, and without any police support, they all went outside to search for Fan Jia, and the heroine did not have any actual evidence. Even if the heroine needed a few reinforcements at that time, could Fan Jia be resurrected? Besides, if Fan Jiazhen was not dead, how could the heroine have such an emotional breakdown and be unable to defeat the father and son? How can Fan Jia’s death be attributed to the heroine being forced to act alone? Some readers also think that it was the male and female protagonists who were so focused on flirting that they killed Fan Jia. Shouldn't the hero and heroine have any lines of dialogue, or any support for each other in adversity? When this happened, the person who was condemned was not the murderer, but the hero and heroine who almost lost their lives. Reading is just for fun, don't force it. It’s time to abandon the article, so give it up. Thank you for your support if you continue to follow the article. Also wish you all a happy holiday. There will be an update tomorrow.
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