The Road Home

Gui Xiao's hand was stroking around his back, and he touched the place where he had encountered it more than a dozen times last night.

He turned back and clasped her wrist. "People who fight against terrorism have normal injuries."

This is not an exaggerated statement. None of their squadrons were disappointed. They just broke a leg when they were trained by a new little soldier last year, and they were very happy. They threatened to have suffered injuries and dare to say frankly that they were This squadron is out.

There was a bumpy skin under her fingertips, and she stroked it and turned back, as if twirling there. After all, it was the place he was hurting, which was different from the touch elsewhere, and his own psychological feeling was much worse.

Lu Yanchen's throat was like smoking all night, dry and itchy.

Gui Xiao squinted his eyes and forehead on the neckline of his shirt, half a moment, raised him up, red eyes, I do n’t know if he was hesitant, or really wanted to cry: "You had to be a soldier at first, and you did n’t listen. bitter……"

Obviously calm, but his nose was sore and his voice trembled.

"Sleepy ... Sleep." Gui Xiao was afraid he saw that he was wrong, turned over, and stared at the lacquered table leg in front of his eyes, thinking of the vacancy for more than ten years, and countless intentional and unintentional attempts. News of Anti-Terrorist warriors, news ...

Thoughts were so complicated and he didn't speak yet, and the room was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing.

She didn't sleep and had a headache all night. After a while, she was confused, but was sober by the little couple outside.

The woman's throat is particularly high, and she drifted into the yurt along the gap. She was complaining that the man was a lunatic. He had to come to the prairie in the winter, and everyone came in the summer. It was freezing to death all night. The most neurotic is to watch what sunrise, a ghost ...

The bed trembled slightly, and Lu Yanchen got out of bed and left.

When he felt outside, his comrades were waiting for his horse.

Lu Yanchen walked over and stroked the horse's chestnut mane.

"Arguing with bitch?"

In addition to this reason, people really can't think of it, his wife is still lying on the hot bun, what can a man do early in the morning ... Lu Yanchen took the reins silently, turned over the horse, tightened the reins and whispered, rushed in Deep snowy night.

This is his place.

In the past, Lu Chen, who was young but unable to be frivolous, was crushed by all the self-esteem and direction of the native family and life. No one was guided, nowhere else to resolve, what was he born for? He needed to find a way out, or to go, so he left. For more than ten years, Bianguan has demolished thousands of professional and unprofessional home-made explosives, has seen various firearms, and hunted the poorest and most fugitive fugitives. He has blood in his hands, but his heart is open. This is really the foot on the loess, and recovered the weight of his bones.

The wind swept across Khan's back and slid down, blowing melodious wind whistle in his ear, long and beautiful.

Horses took off on the snow below -20 degrees below zero, without feeling cold, without any fetters, all the way south.

Gui Xiao waited for a long time without seeing him return, wrapped herself into a cripple, wrapped her scarf in most of her face, and braved the wind.

A few stars remained in the cyan sky.

The last darkness before dawn.

The bonfire was almost extinguished after drinking last night, and the ash was left. The wind passed, and the dark red Mars flew with the ash to fly far away. In a straddling posture, Lu Yanchen took a bowl in her hand at the end of a bench near the bonfire and was chatting with an old man. It was a Mongolian word she did not understand.

Lu Yanchen could not see the obvious emotion on his face, as if the little silent Cold War did not exist at all. He yanked her with his hand, sat down on the edge of the stool between her legs, and pulled his cotton zipper to the end to wrap her.

The milk tea in the bowl was also fed.

Because of the cold, I can clearly understand how the warm current flows through the throat, down to the stomach.

"What are you talking to?"

"He said that the young couple was so cold last night that they had a big fight and went to the city without watching the sunrise."

It was so cold, and he was sweating in the bed with him. When he was lying alone with a quilt on his back, his palms and hands were cold in less than ten minutes. It's freezing.

Her jaw was pinched by cold fingers, and Lu Yanchen pulled her head over, facing east.

Light came out on the distant horizon.

In the clear sky, the cloud ladder is layered on top of each other, there are no big obstacles around it, and it is open and vast, all snow, only Tianhe cloud is seeped into crimson. The red soon faded, and the dazzling golden light fell on the eyelids ...

In the silence, Lu Yanchen pressed her hand on her eyebrow and blocked the dazzling Xia Guang for her: "Do you know what this is?"

"What?" She whispered, dying in the morning breeze.

After a while, she heard Lu Yanchen whispering above her head, "Dawn."

She froze for a moment before reacting. The vast golden light in the sky had a hot temperature, burning her face.

Lu Yanchen's dark pupils were crossed by a layer of light film by Xia Guang.

Although there was no live ammunition to complete the final step, in his heart, it was really no different from his wife since he turned out last night, so her eyes were very different at this time. It's the kind of look that looks at your own woman.

After sunrise, it snowed again.

When the little couple left, they became the only true guest in the family.

It is a happy thing to visit in Inner Mongolia. The hosts are sincere and people can't resist the hospitality.

When Gui Xiao came to Xiaocai last time, she also encountered a family she didn't know on the road. She asked only for directions and was dragged in to stuff a bowl of milk tea and a handful of jerky, which made her very helpless.

Right now this dinner is again, fortunately she is a woman, so you don't have to be persuaded.

But Lu Yanchen couldn't escape.

The old man who chatted with Lu Yanchen that morning, persuaded him to drink without any doubt. Gui Xiao couldn't understand most of his words. Seeing that Lu Yanchen kept drinking, he couldn't push it.

The kid around him took the remote control, jumped from Mongolian TV station to CCTV, and jumped back. The two languages ​​kept switching, and he was scolded by the comrade in Lu Yanchen for two sentences, and transferred back to the station that Gui Xiao can understand ... Gui Xiao propped his chin, shoulder by Lu Yanchen's arm, and watched that the bowl in his hand was filled, dried, and then filled.

His sleeve cuffs had been tucked into his elbows, burning his skin, rubbing her arms and shoulders over and over again.

Gui Xiao only felt that his heart was rippled with the waves of wine, and whispered, "Drink less."

If Lu Yanchen smiled indifferently, he felt the shaking phone.

Unknown number.

He thought about it, couldn't guess who it was, said hello to the old man who was still toasting, and went out to answer the phone.

His comrade-in-arms was rare to speak two words with Gui Xiao, and immediately moved the stool to get closer: "Xunzi, how did you and Brother Chen know?" "Junior high school classmate, I read the third year when he was in high school."

His comrades-in-arms came to the spirit and asked Gui Xiao to talk about Lu Yanchen when he was a student. Gui Xiao recalled by impression and spoke a lot.

Half an hour later, the heavy cold curtain was opened again.

Lu Yanchen motioned for her to come out.

Gui Xiao looked at him in doubt, and pushed the chair out. When she got out of the curtain, she was blown into the cold by the oncoming wind and snow. Lu Yanchen pulled up her scarf, turned it around twice, and turned it over to her.

Guixiao didn't understand.

"Your father."

She thought she had heard it wrong, and Lu Yanchen handed the phone over again.

The phone with her warm body temperature fell into her hands, and Lu Yanchen didn't listen to him, bypassing the tent, the long black shadow slowly disappeared. Gui Xiao thought for countless reasons, how this phone call found him, and what his father said, and finally gave himself the end of the call.

She calmed down, put her phone next to her face, paused for a few seconds before she called out, "Dad."

"Xiaoxiao," the voice at that end was calm and serious, "I talked to him a few words."

She turned her back and avoided the wind.

The phone call is not long. The main point is that Pan Hao brought a lot of gifts to the father to pay New Year's Day, and mentioned Lu Yanchen who came back from Inner Mongolia. The couple said it was a happy event, but his name is for Gui Xiao Not only unfamiliar, but also a bad impression. So there was this phone call, and Gui Xiao had realized this matter sooner or later, but one day, he did n’t expect that the person on the other end of the phone was so unsympathetic, and found Lu Yanchen ’s phone number directly.

There was a lot of words said there, and Gui Xiao didn't say anything.

Until his father mentioned why he left the army, his voice was obviously a lot deeper, so Gui Xiao went to ask himself, for what reason did Lu Yanchen leave the army. If it hadn't been for great achievements, and someone had been helping to talk, how could it be possible to recruit a police officer for training, but it was difficult to set a chance, and he didn't want to stay in Inner Mongolia, and he would return to Beijing ...

There was great dissatisfaction and disdain in his father's words: "Xiao Xiao, he's looking for you again, do you think he still has feelings? It's because he wants to change his career back to Beijing. I have seen such people a lot, and you still remember your uncle Zhao Daughter? It's just too simple ... "

"He's not such a person, I found him," Gui Xiao answered categorically. "No, to be precise, it's me who fights hard. Please beg him and me."

But the person on the other side of the phone is still the same as in the past. He never cares about the situation and feelings of anyone, but emphasizes that he will never agree with them to fall in love, let alone get married. To Gui Xiao's father, Lu Yanchen was no different from many years ago. In the past, he was a useless and unmotivated kid. He could only rely on being a soldier to mix up his life. Then he managed to mix up and get back to his original shape. The mud won't help the wall.

As in the past, I want to change my life by working with Gui Xiao.

Gui Xiao didn't argue, she broke the line, and the suffocation weighed her down.

Half an hour before she talked to her father on the phone, what he had said and heard from her father was something she could not imagine, or did not dare to think too deeply.

The snow is too thick to walk fast.

She circled a large circle, panting and holding on to the outer wall of a yurt where no one lived. Finally, when she saw Lu Yanchen, she dragged the bench watching the sunrise in the morning, sitting next to the shed where the horse was tied. Hold your right leg on the wooden railing.

Looking into the distance, smoking quietly.

Gui Xiao was too cold. He ran out, shoved his cellphone into his cotton jacket pocket, hugged him from his arms around him, and whispered, "The signal is not good here, did you just ...?"

Lu Yanchen didn't speak, bit her cigarette end, put her hands in her palms and rubbed them to warm her.