With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

I don't know if it was because of the heavy snow that closed the mountain, or because she had set up a lot of phantom formations along the way. This was the first time she saw a helicopter since she entered the mountain.

She was basically sure that the person who dared to fly in the helicopter with great fanfare ten days later was unlikely to be the person who chased her, but to rescue her.

But the heart of defense is indispensable, she still didn't dare to relax her vigilance, turned around and dodged into the bushes next to her, hiding her figure, and looked at the helicopter in the sky with her cold eyes.

The helicopter was flying straight towards her, and when she could see clearly with her eyesight, she realized that there was still a large canvas hanging under the helicopter.

The distance was too far before, but now it is a little closer, and she can vaguely see what is on the painting. The painting on it is the q version of Fu Hanyu.

Painting, she did it.

She and Fu Hanyu were the only ones who had seen the painting.

At this moment, she was finally sure that the person who came was Fu Hanyu. Weeping with joy for a moment, she jumped out of the bushes, ran to the most open place, and waved to the plane in the sky.

But the distance is still too far.

She was afraid that the people on the plane would not see it, so she quickly hugged a big tree trunk and wrote a big sign on the snow: sos.

The thick snow was swept away by her, revealing the brown-red land inside. Even in the air, her signal could be seen clearly at a glance.

on the helicopter.

Fu Hanyu had spotted her very early, when she was hiding, she was small, but he was already familiar with it in his bones and blood.

With a telescope in his hand, he zoomed in and zoomed in again, looking at her earnestly and piously, watching her jumping and waving her hands in place, watching her pick up a tree trunk and write a distress signal on the ground.

At this moment, his dark eyes were filled with mist, and the corners of his lips could not help but evoke a small arc.

The speed of the helicopter is increasing.

The distance between the two is also getting closer.

until.

They can see each other.

until.

Fu Hanyu got off the helicopter.

Song Yu stood there, looking at his thin handsome face, at his thick beard stubble, at his red eyes, and his serious dark circles, the tip of his nose was sore, his eyes swelled a little, his throat The space was also a little uncomfortable, and my heart hurt so badly.

In Fu Hanyu's eyes, there was a crystal light shining. Rolling the wheelchair, he approached her little by little, and stopped when he reached her.

He was a little scared, timid.

He is afraid of the person in front of him, it is his hallucination, his dream.

These ten days or so were the most tormenting days in his life. Occasionally, when he couldn't bear the sleepiness, he would dream of her when he fell asleep for a short time. After waking up, he would find that it was just a dream.

"Fu Hanyu." Song Yu called him, his voice hoarse.

"En." Fu Hanyu rolled the wheelchair, got closer to her, and stretched out his hand to her.

Song Yu held his hand, and called out softly, "Fu Hanyu."

Fu Hanyu felt the cool temperature from her skin in the palm of his hand, and the restraint and calmness in his eyes completely shattered. He clasped her hand hard, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

Song Yu was in pain from being hugged, and could clearly hear his beating heart, could feel his slightly trembling body, and his warm tears falling on her shoulders and neck.

He cried.

At this moment, her whole heart ached.

"Fish."

His voice was extremely hoarse, his fiery lips kissed her ear, and he let out a low sigh, expressing his fear and the joy of regaining what he lost at this moment.

"Fu Hanyu." Song Yu's eyes were hot, his throat was choked, he hugged his waist tightly, and patted his back comfortingly with his small hand: "I'm fine, I'm fine."

In just ten short days, she didn't know how he got here, he was so emaciated, she could even clearly feel his somewhat painful ribs.

"Hmm." Fu Hanyu sighed again, feeling her in his arms, real touch, real temperature, real breathing, a hanging heart, and finally fell to the ground: "Call my name."

"Fu Hanyu." Song Yu raised his head slightly, held his face in his small hands, stared at his eyes seriously, and paused every word: "Fu! Han! Yu!"

"Yeah." Fu Hanyu smiled.

"Fu Hanyu, Fu Hanyu, Fu Hanyu." Song Yu called his name over and over again, with his eyes and heart full of his appearance.

"I'm here, I'm here." Fu Hanyu hugged her by the waist, leaned close to her, pressed his forehead against her forehead, and put his lips on hers: "I'm here."

Song Yu was a little itchy from his stubble, but he didn't escape, caressing his thin cheeks, his eyes were full of distress: "Where's the jade I gave you?"

During the days when she disappeared, he must have been worried to death.

But she is not in danger, Yu should be fine.

Fu Hanyu didn't speak, just looked at her affectionately, without blinking his eyes, as if he was afraid that she would disappear in the blink of an eye, and gently pecked her lips repeatedly.

Song Yu bit his lip, and looked at him seriously, solemnly: "I said, Yu is fine, so I am fine."

Why is he disobedient!

"Fish, it's different." In Fu Hanyu's heart, the last strand of rationality was completely shattered. Crazy desire spread out from the bottom of his eyes. He clasped the back of her head with his big hand and kissed her forcefully.

It was different from all the kisses before, it was intense, like a storm, overbearing and fierce, as if to prove her existence, but also as if to tear her whole into his belly and turn her into his blood , into his flesh, regardless of life or death, never to be separated again.

How could it be the same.

Reason told him that Yu was fine and she would be fine.

But waiting day by day, failing day by day, will make his mind collapse, make him think wildly, and make him completely crazy with worry and fear.

Song Yu was dazed by the kiss, breathless from the kiss, the gorgeous fireworks in his mind, following his rhythm, exploded again and again, his body softened into a puddle of water, and he could only let him get what he wanted.

The air in her lungs was emptied by him again and again, and when she felt as if she was about to suffocate, he breathed in fresh air for her, and with gentle, delicate kisses, he once again swept her into the gentle vortex .

Sometimes the kiss is full of possessiveness and domineering to the extreme, and sometimes it is a kiss that is tender and lingering, and it is a kiss that tells the longing in detail, as if it will kiss forever.

All around.

The people who followed had quietly retreated under Cheng Xi's order.

In this quiet, pure white world, only the two of them were left embracing each other.

until.

Someone shouted in the distance: "Fish."