The Road Home

The car ran in the direction of Inner Mongolia and left Beijing. After passing Zhangjiakou, there were fewer cars on the high-speed road. The road was very flat and empty. Looking out the window was a straight road and blue sky and white clouds.

After a few hours of driving, I went on the national road again and took a short break to rest on the side of the road.

Lu Yanchen fished over a map to confirm the route from Sanganda to Xilinhot. He touched the map with his fingers, as if performing a task. He remembered this road condition in his mind. He walked once a few years ago, and probably saw something along the way, where the asphalt road fell off, and where there were big cars. He was almost impressed by the rut.

A floss loaf, wrapped in a plastic seal, was raised under his eyes.

His eyelids dropped and he took a bite.

"I remember something," Gui Xiao himself ate, "Remember the man you saw at the airport that day? His name is Xu Yan."

When Lu Yanchen saw her bite again, wondering if she should love this taste, she picked out the original bread from the plastic bag on her leg and unpacked it.

"You don't like meat floss?"

Lu Yanchen raised the bread in his hand, which meant eating this.

Gui Xiao nodded, and continued, "Xu's girlfriend was seriously ill. The domestic hospital was diagnosed with a spine operation, as if it was a place behind the neck. The sequelae after this operation were endless. He didn't dare to do it easily and wanted to check out again Check, if there is a certain chance that a tumor of another nature can be diagnosed, then no surgery is needed, and radiation therapy is just fine. "

Gui Xiao also said unprofessionally, and briefly stated the situation: "He looked at the disease for several years, and he had no savings, so he came to me. I kept some for myself and Qin Xiaonan's daily expenses, and the rest for him Now. "

Lu Yanchen finished the bread with two or three sips and drank two sips.

Those eyes that seemed to be able to see everything locked her, looked for a while, and did not express any opinion.

Gui Xiao turned around and said what he wanted to say: He knew: I know you won't let me help you, anyway, I'm just helping others to help me now, and I don't have the energy to help you ... leave the child to me.

When the car was on the road again, Gui Xiao said faintly: "Xu Zheng and his wife have known each other since childhood, and they have been together for many years."

Lu Yanchen simply didn't say anything until she cleared her heart.

"It was probably that his girlfriend had been ill since the previous year, and he has been seeing a doctor since then. The girlfriend refused to get a license to weigh him down. He had a wedding and was going to marry someone," Gui Xiao looked out the window, drank water, and moistened his throat. "Life is so capricious. One year ago, I was so proud of the spring breeze that I fell into a mud pit the next year. If his wife is sick, Xu Yan will not be home? And those who are married, if their career crisis after marriage, it is not necessary Carry it together. "

Meng Xiaoshan thinks that there is only love in her eyes, which is not right.

She is very realistic. She likes the thrill of being accounted, and she also weighs the pros and cons of investment, which can give her confidence and let her live freely. Without Lu Chen, she knew very well that she could live a person to a hundred points, but with him he would be better.

Whoever has no hurdles in life, can't always fall by himself and hope that his lover will support himself unselfishly, and he just wants to find a smoother one. This is not reality, this is imagination.

After Lu Yanchen listened, he opened the window and lit a cigarette.

The car passed by a windmill, and the horizon was full of large power-generating windmills.

The white cigarette was lit, and he put his arm half on the door of the car, his gaze was on the front road: "Meng Xiaoshan didn't fully understand my situation, at most two years, the account was flat."

Oncoming a truck loaded with yellow grass, red paint, yellow grass.

In the noise of the truck driving, he looked at the road and made up a sentence: "then save money to marry you."

Gui Xiaoxuan looked at him with a sideways glance.

Gui Xiao tried her best to hear the ups and downs of the words. The plastic bag in her hand was turned upside down by her, and after a while she glanced out the window and whispered: "I want to be beautiful."

Lu Yanchen put a small piece of ash on the ashtray in the storage box: "Don't let you marry?"

The corner of Gui Xiao's mouth was pulled slightly, and there was no snoring.

"Let's go to sleep in a yurt tonight, let's sleep separately."

"... We're staying in a hotel tonight, not a yurt." She revealed him.

He smiled: "Really?"

She thought Lu Yanchen was wrong, because she had booked the hotel.

Unexpectedly, he was about ten kilometers away from his destination, and found a small and not-so-normal yurt resort. It's winter, not the peak season, and there are not many residents.

Lu Yanchen didn't mention it in advance, it was opened by his former comrades-in-arms.

The word comrades-in-arms is very wonderful. Gui Xiao was very experienced when he was a kid. It is the kind of people who can laugh and sit together when they are sitting together. Carrying guns together and fighting for life together, I could n’t appreciate the days when I was not a soldier, especially when I left and returned to normal life. When I think of the past, I feel like I am in another parallel space.

"Sister-in-law, I'm not actually a road squadron. I can't get enough. They are all elites of the elite. But he taught us how to detonate the bomb, and it's my master." His comrades filled Lu Yanchen with wine, Instead, look at her, "Do you know how I felt when I saw him for the first time? It's too dragging, one stop ahead of us. The first sentence is that more than 300 bombs were demolished last year alone. Quantity. Let's all be prepared, counter-terrorism is not as good. "

Lu Yanchen poured a glass of wine and took a sip, his eyes were very bright.

"The first day scared us, saying that there are no absolute experts in demolition. They all slap their heads on their belts. The foreign experts who communicated with him last year were just killed in the theater of war," the man beamed, and he made a gesture, "I learned on the first day, and I was very careful. I felt absolutely okay. I clicked so quickly and he was immediately hit by the back of his head. What do you think the road team said?"

Gui Xiao heard it: "What?"

"You were blown to death." The man looked ruthless.

Gui Xiao smiled chillyly.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the topic became more and more sad. When it comes to who used to pursue the hunting task in the past, the alley sacrifice a shot. Finally, he patted Lu Yanchen's waist: "Here, the road team has shot at people below."

Lu Yanchen knocked the man away with his elbow, and didn't want him to describe it again.

Unexpectedly, the man did not understand the spirit, and would be wrong: "Oh, yes, the sister-in-law should have seen it."

...

If you divide this rather enthusiastic hospitality dinner by one hour, Gui Xiaozhen was horrified in the first fifty-nine minutes. After all kinds of fears, the next minute was directly stirred into the pink midnight field.

Fortunately, the man was very acquainted with each other. Seeing that it was late, they were sent to their place of residence.

More than twenty white yurts lined up and down along a small dirt road on the grass.

"The third last," they said, and gave way. They ca n’t always send their little couple outside the yurt. If necessary, avoid it. "I'll go and help my mother to calculate the accounts. There are road teams, horses. It's all over there. If you want to ride, pick it yourself. "

Lu Yanchen followed him and stared.

When he left, Gui Xiao followed him and walked outside the yurt. When he took the key to see Xiaohongmen, he whispered, "How many beds are here?" His comrade-in-arms went overboard with enthusiasm and brought her luggage over. I haven't gone in yet.

Lu Yanchen turned the key halfway between his fingers.

Gui Xiao was still waiting for his answer. He clasped his hands behind her head and blocked the night wind on the grassland with his back. Gui Xiao gave way backwards, he inserted the key into the copper hole with one hand, and pressed her towards him with the palm of his hand. Gui Xiao desperately prayed that no one suddenly came out of a yurt, and he leaned down and kissed her without saying a word.

Lu Yanchen was much taller than the door frame, bowed her head, bent over, and pushed her in and half in. Gui Xiao couldn't breathe because of his kiss, and his calf hit the edge of the bed and fell to the bed. Faintly can hear the laughter of men and women outside, I wonder if it is not like their little lovers, come back to the prairie at night to prepare to do something that adult men and women love to do.

...

He suddenly let go of her lips and looked at her intently: "Can you?"

The bass that belongs to a man is both oppressive and rough, so that she can hear every pacing of her heart.

Gui Xiao also opened her eyes, apparently not yet adapted to the dark space, her lips opened slightly, with a touch of water light: "Hmm."

Lu Yanchen was still staring at her without moving.

The sound outside was gone, and her heartbeat seemed to disappear: "You kissed me ... you didn't ask."

He breathed slowly and heavily, and didn't speak again.

The two rolled in the shaken quilt, and their clothes became damp with sweat. At first, they didn't feel it. They took off all the time, and felt the cold corners were ventilated. It was cold and hot again. After waiting for half a day, Yan Chen lifted up the quilt. The naked upper body's abdominal muscles were clearly visible. Gui Xiao: "How do you ..."

Not all off.

"Forgot to bring, it's not safe."

As soon as I got out of bed and flipped through the duffel bag, she saw that she regretted her when she took off her clothes with a quilt covering her. She didn't look for it. She took off her shirt and trousers and got into the quilt. Thin sweat rubbed the arms, front chest, back and legs of the two. For Lu Yanchen, the sense of existence of Gui Xiao, who was cleanly held in her arms, was too strong, and she could not stop without doing it.

She asked him several times that night, Lu Chen, you can't help it ...

"Nothing can't help it." Lu Yanchen turned over and pressed her underneath.

There's a word for it: drink to quench thirst.

At dawn, he put on his outer trousers and wrapped her tightly with a quilt.

Gui Xiao had been playing with him all night and his face was a little bit thicker. He touched him across the quilt and wanted to determine whether he still wanted to do it ... Lu Yanchen squinted his eyes, using something you do n’t have to look for. She glanced at her: "Sleeping?"

"Lu Chen," she used his forehead to search his shoulder socket, found, leaned on, and whispered in his ear like a mosquito, "in your mind when you used to solve it by yourself ..."

"I miss you." Lu Yanchen closed her eyes and rested, and answered happily.

She just wanted to ask if he had remembered other women in the past. He understood.

"What kind?" Gui Xiao wanted to ask, "what clothes?"

"No."

She pursed her lips, opened her mouth slightly to say something, and unconsciously pursed her lips: "You haven't seen it before."

The heat in his breath was on her forehead, heavier and lighter: "Think about it."