Chapter 44

Huai Yan let out a low sigh, stretched out his hand and gently patted him on the back twice. Liang Wenmo has always respected and cared for him. The physical contact between them was limited to the comfort of friends. Huai Yan didn't think it was anything. , but at this moment his mind was confused because he thought of Lu Jingyun. If you don't know Chief Lu, what will happen between you and Liang Wenmo? With Liang Wenmo's brilliance, unrestrained flair, and enthusiasm for himself, Huai Yan thought that maybe he would have a crush on him... Unfortunately, since he met Lu Jingyun that autumn rainy night, his heart has been quietly occupied for a long time. .

"I'm driving back to pack my things, so I won't be here to help." Liang Wenmo seemed to cheer up a little, he straightened the hair between Huai Yan's forehead, "I see that you have hired a bodyguard, I'm more at ease, Don't ask my brother to bully you again."

"Don't worry, with precautions, he won't be tricked by him again." Huai Yan took him into the car, and just turned around and wanted to go back to the yard to help, when Liu Hao, the bodyguard who came with him, leaned in his ear and said, "Mr. Jiang , there was a car driving in the back alley just now, that person seems to be looking for you, he saw you and Mr. Liang talking over there... and turned away. "

Huai Yan's heart suddenly beat wildly, he turned around and ran off the trail, just as the car had just approached the intersection, Huai Yan didn't think much about it, and rushed straight to the front of the car.

The man in the driver's seat braked suddenly, then strode out of the car, his eyebrows furrowed into a word "Chuan", his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, the corners of his mouth were slightly lowered, and his aura was as cold as ice, "You don't want to die. ?"

"Sir Lu...is your injury healed?" Huai Yan panted anxiously, he only looked at his shoulders, he hadn't seen Chief Lu for nearly half a month, that man was wearing a straight tunic today , can't see anything through the clothes.

"Not good." Lu Jingyun replied coldly, "Is there anything else?"

Huai Yan looked at him with displeased words, and could guess some reasons in his heart, but he was not sure, he took out a porcelain vase from his arms and handed it over, "Sir Lu, I bought it from the teacher of the crew. The wound medicine...it is said to promote wound healing without leaving scars."

Lu Jingyun was silent for a moment, didn't pick it up, only asked, "Do you take this with you?"

"I don't know when I can see the officer on weekdays, so I put it in my clothes... I'll give it to you if I see it..." Seeing that he didn't answer, Huai Yan had to put down his arms a little dejectedly. Holding his hand, he took the china bottle with body temperature away from him, opened the lid and took a sniff. The cool breath was almost the same as the good ointment he stole for himself many years ago. His heart softened all of a sudden. When he first left the Xu residence, the wounds on his body burned hard on many snowy nights, and it was this smell that eased his pain.

"I heard from a friend in the hospital today about your neighbor. I wanted to help, but I forgot that Mr. Jiang is a good friend." Lu Jingyun was afraid that he really didn't understand, so he couldn't help but speak.

Hearing his calm tone, Huai Yan seemed to hide the stormy waves, and his ears were red with blood, "He is sad today, and he wants to leave Yanyun... So... I can't bear..."

"Zhang San is sad today, and Li Si will cry tomorrow. Do you have to go and comfort him?" Lu Jingyun took on the attitude of interrogating the prisoner again, as if he had run into a crime scene where people's stolen goods were recovered.

"...I don't have so many friends..."

"Friend?" Lu Jingyun raised his eyebrows and repeated a sentence. Huai Yan could see that he was clenching his back molars, and just as he was about to explain, he heard him speak, "Even if it's a friend, you need to use your hands and feet..." When he said this, he suddenly remembered that he was holding a pistol and forcibly kissing Huai Yan in the carriage, and he didn't get the consent of others, and his heart went down.

Huai Yan also naturally thought of the scene of that night, just now because of the bitter heart of the deceased, it was like a layer of icing sugar, and then seeing the ear of the person on the opposite side turning red, he teased: "Only the state officials are allowed to set fire, and the common people are not allowed to light the lamp. Mr. Lu is too domineering." After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the alley.

"You..." He dared to make fun of himself, just like the young master of the Xu family, Lu Jingyun was so angry that he parked the car in the corner and followed him. 's back.

Poor families don't pay much attention to white things, and they don't have the money and energy. Xiaobing's meaning is to let the old lady go to the ground as soon as possible. Huai Yan and Lu Jingyun helped pick a good place where the pine trees will grow green and send the old man the last ride. , It was the fifth day of the fifth lunar month when they came back. Juxiang and Ermao also named the baby Dragon Boat Festival. The children's bedding and diapers were drying in the small yard, and they seemed to be more angry than before.

"Chairman Lu, go back, there's nothing else to do here." Huai Yan insisted on persuading him to leave, he had already caused him to live in a dilapidated house for two days. Can waste time.

"I like it here." The brick house is small and low, but it is full of calligraphy and ink. The wooden cabinet on the west side is neatly piled with old books and drawings. The walls are painted with small scenes of flowers and birds. Azalea, the two pots of orchids on the window edge are enjoying the breeze. Huai Yan watered them as soon as they came back. They looked lush. The narrow bamboo bed in the corner was a few years old and could not bear the weight of two people, but Lu Jingyun felt that Huai Yan's creaking sound was quite interesting when he lay down. When the two stayed in this small house, he could always remember what happened in the dilapidated shack in northern Liaoning.

"I saw it the day before yesterday, what kind of paintings were hanging there?" Lu Jingyun pointed to the dark yellow marks on the opposite wall.

"It's a painting of "The Transiting Sun of Mount Huashan", maybe I painted it before... I gave it to a friend later." Huai Yan dared to say that Liang Wenmo took it, he pulled his sleeve, "Sir Lu, we are still Let's go before it gets dark... stay here, you have to lay the floor."

"You can also stay on the ground and find a way to do everything." Lu Jingyun turned to look at him, his eyes shone with the rays of the setting sun outside the window.

"The bamboo bed is too small for two people to lie down at all!" Huai Yan hurriedly said, he felt that Chief Lu and himself were lying on the bed together, and he was afraid that the bamboo bed would be crushed.

Lu Jingyun smiled brightly, "Xiao Bing's room has a big kang, who said he would squeeze in with you."

Huai Yan was stunned for a moment, but his back was flushed red. He couldn't think of anything to refute. It was impolite to drive away the guest who had just helped, so he simply took out the magazines in the bookcase to read.

Lu Jingyun saw that he was a little sullen, so he had to cough lightly: "Since there is nothing to say, I will leave now."

Huai Yan raised his head, he was reluctant to give up, but he didn't say anything, until Lu Jingyun opened the door, he couldn't help putting down the magazine and stood up and walked over, "Mr. Lu... Thank you for these two days. …”

"I still have something to do tonight, I really have to go back..." Lu Jingyun turned to look at him, "Help me put the medicine on, it's inconvenient for me to go back by myself."

When Huai Yan thought that he would not be able to meet again after returning to the camp, his heart felt sour, he took off his clothes for him, and applied medicine to the scabbed wound by the sunset light outside the window, "Sir Lu, this medicine really cures him. The injury is effective, the scab has almost fallen off, and there are no traces underneath."

Lu Jingyun snorted, picked up the carbon piece next to the pen holder and sketched on the scrap newspaper. Huai Yan didn't care, and tried his best to focus on the medicine, but he couldn't stop distracted and looked at the other place of the man, seeing that he was straight and convex. His clavicle is raised, and his waist is thin and strong, and his muscles are as distinct and well-defined as flowing water waves.

"Isn't it okay?" Lu Jingyun turned the newspaper over, covering up the handwriting he had written in his pen. Huai Yan hurriedly wrapped him up and brought his clothes over to help him get dressed.

"Be careful after returning to the crew, and go to the place I mentioned for help if you have anything." Lu Jingyun gave him another deep look, pushed the door and walked out of the wing. , Luan Piao Feng Bo's carbon traces are exposed, maybe the first half of the sentence is too explicit, that person is ashamed to write it down, only the half of the sentence "destroyed the snow and survived", has made him emotional and crazy. Ran Changli... It turns out that with just one note, you can write the whole world.

Haha, what a double standard