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The planning didn't end until the dead of night, when the meeting to "set the tone" for the security team ended, and everyone went back to their respective camps in full swing.

Zhou Lan was also tired. As soon as he left, a feeling of extreme fatigue hit his whole body, but he still held on and lit another cigarette until the sound of footsteps outside.

The person who came was He Si, the monitor of the security squad who had been detained for more than half a month.

When he appeared in front of him with an unshaven beard, Zhou Lan could hardly recognize him. He had never looked at this young man seriously before, just like one of the most commonly used objects around him. Look at it.

He Si was in handcuffs, and was half pushed and half held by two soldiers into the living room. As soon as he came in, he locked his eyes on Zhou Lan. He didn't need the soldiers to push him any more. He walked over on his own initiative, looking straight at Zhou Lan: "I thought you were going to execute me directly."

"Huh?" Zhou Lan leaned on the sofa with his knees crossed. He was originally a thin person, but his legs were long and straight. It was nearly midnight when the big business was done, but he had another business to attend to, a small one.

I thought that He Si would ask why, or just beg for mercy and call for help. Zhou Lan was a little surprised when he heard that he thought he would die. consider."

He Si was not excited, he lowered his eyes, and because he was standing, he and Zhou Lan showed a condescending posture, but he consciously did not get too close, and the two soldiers behind him were on guard at all times, in case he would pounce on him.

With a clatter, the iron chains of the handcuffs rang, and the soldiers behind him immediately grabbed his arms.He Si could only raise his hand slightly, as if holding something, and said, "Give me a cigarette, I haven't brushed my teeth for half a month."

"You go out," Zhou Lan flicked the ashtray into the ashtray without raising his eyelids and ordered, then stopped the soldiers who were going out, "handcuff the keys."

The soldier gave him both respectful hands, then quickly withdrew from the room, and closed the door softly. There were no more footsteps at the door, and they consciously stood guard at the door.

Zhou Lan glanced at He Si, it was a matter of life and death, but strangely, neither side had any emotion.

Zhou Lan picked up the cigarette case and raised her hand slightly: "Here"

"Give me a fire," He Si took out a cigarette from the box, put it in his mouth, and sat in prison for half a month. His hands were dirty and his face was not clean. He bit the cigarette and bit it into his mouth, showing slightly Straight white teeth are gone in a flash.

A small matchbox was beside Zhou Lan, and He Si didn't rush to get it. Zhou Lan's armed belt hadn't been removed yet, and the gun was stuck in the holster on his back waist.

You only need to open a button, and the Browning is at your fingertips.

Because of this, he couldn't get close.

If it was someone else, He Si lit the fire by himself, but the other party was Zhou Lan, so He Si didn't dare to move at all.

He didn't move because he knew the man sitting very well, he was so suspicious.

"Wait for me to light it for you?" Seeing that he was not moving, Zhou Lan took the matchbox casually, flipped it a few times between his dexterous and slender fingers, paused slightly, and laughed softly, as if laughing at a person who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth .Not knowing what to worry about, he lightly flicked his wrist and hand, and lit a match.

Zhou Lan became interested, and leaned forward, leaning on his knees with his elbows, the flame was between his knees, and his eyes moved from the flame to He Si's face.

He Si understood what he meant.

He took half a step forward, knelt down on one knee, his handcuffed hands were on fire, and he lowered his head, like a courtier who was close to him in ancient times kneeling in front of the emperor's dragon chair.

"Thank you, Captain." When the smoke rose, he raised his face and caught Zhou Lan's scrutinizing gaze.

The light of the match jumped and was about to go out, Zhou Lan let go of it without thinking, and threw it into the other's holding hands.

"You still think I'm your head?" Zhou Lan looked at him playfully, picked up his cigarette with his index finger and middle finger, and took a light puff, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"I'm afraid," He Si looked at him closely, without squinting, "but it's useless to be afraid. If you believe that I have colluded with the brothers of Black Eagle Mountain, it is useless for me to explain." He paused, " but I do not have."

"I can kill Du Yunfeng, not bad for you. Do you think I should kill the grass and get rid of all hidden dangers?" Zhou Lan stopped looking at him, and instead stared at his own cigarette, which was almost exhausted. The fiery red cigarette butt burned back a little bit, showing the passage of time, time is limited, and so is his patience.

"I don't believe it." He Si still looked directly at him without blinking.

"What don't you believe?"

"You won't kill him," He Si's tone was as sure as if it would snow in winter and rain in summer, and there was nothing ambiguous about it. "I'm in prison. Some brothers also told me what happened on the mountain. Yes, but I don't believe you really want to kill him."

Zhou Lan looked up at him.

"Others don't know, but I know." He Si took a deep breath, holding the cigarette with his thumb and forefinger, and lifted his other hand following the handcuffs, and continued: "I can see how you treat him. No one will be soft-hearted when they strike, but he is the only one who is not willing to touch him." He laughed like a self-deprecating smile, and added: "Make a bet, I was wrong, you will kill me now."

Zhou Lan was silent.

The entire security regiment said that Du Yunfeng committed a rebellion, and his death was not a pity, but as the leader of the regiment, he made great contributions in suppressing the rebellion, righteously killed relatives, maintained the unity of the security regiment, and obeyed the Japanese command.

Only the person in front of him could express his state of mind in one word.

He didn't even remember when He Si came by his side, as if he was a very inconspicuous skinny boy with a black head.

Zhou Lan narrowed her eyes, taking this person seriously for the first time.

He was no longer that boy, he quietly grew up beside him, and became a dark young man, under a pair of bushy eyebrows, the eyes with single eyelids gleamed with a man's firm and open luster, his face was long, his mouth was tightly pursed, he was a man with a sharp edge. The look of the horns.

Zhou Lan suddenly remembered that that year, he and Du Yunfeng made a bet with sex.Among the group of people outside the door, Hei Si'er was the only one who asked the military division if you were okay.

Every time he went out from Cheng's compound, Hei Si'er was the one who jumped up and down, trying to be the driver.And every time Hei Si'er drives out to buy things by himself, he can always buy what Zhou Lan wants most, but Zhou Lan only thinks that he is a naturally flexible ghost who can serve others.

By the way, he is still a flirt who loves to play and make trouble. Hei Si'er, a girl from White Russia, has hugged him a lot. Du Yunfeng even joked that he likes Bai because he is black.

How many times, when Zhou Lan and Du Yunfeng went out, it was Hei Si'er who drove, do not see or hear inappropriate things, he successfully erased his own sense of existence, and when Zhou Lan needed help, Hei Si'er always seemed to be in front.

If you don't keep your eyes open, your ears listening to all directions, and you have been paying attention, how can you always be by your side at your fingertips?

Even Du Yunfeng thought that he was flexible and reliable, and that he could serve Zhou Lan safely and comfortably, so he appointed him as the monitor of the close guard squad.

Zhou Lan belatedly recalled a lot of memories, he was silently surprised, he thought, what kind of person is this, why did I use it with peace of mind for so long, but didn't pay special attention to it?

"You..." Zhou Lan was a little hesitant. He rested his thumb on his temple, and squinted his eyes slightly to look at He Si. When the cigarette burned to the end, it touched a strand of hair, making a tiny sparkle.

Zhou Lan was startled, and quickly took her hand away.

He Si on the opposite side had a cigarette in his mouth and had already reached out to him.

Zhou Lan looked at him, hesitated slightly, and then wiped the cigarette out of his palm.

He Si didn't even frown.

He waited on him, served him just right, and, good and bad, he followed through.

"You don't have to do this," Zhou Lan collected her thoughts and returned to indifference, "It's not impossible for me to let you live. If you leave the security team, a young man with a wink like you will be full wherever you go."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Lan took out the key and released the handcuffs of the other party: "The sea is wide and the sky is high, I don't want to pursue who you are with."

He Si stretched out his hand to sprinkle the ash into the ashtray, clapped his hands, and rubbed vigorously on the dirty clothes, still maintaining a half-kneeling posture. He turned his head, faced Zhou Lan, and suddenly propped his hands on both sides of the sofa.

This posture made an inch of progress, and he said without fear of death: "I won't go." His voice was low and firm.

Zhou Lan leaned back. If he didn't move, he would touch the tip of the opponent's nose.

"Have you lived enough?" Zhou Lan suddenly smiled, and leaned back on the sofa, without any intention of defending the other party, "What can you do if you stay? Would I use you? How do I know that you won't shoot me in the back? Where are your brothers from Black Eagle Mountain taking revenge?"

"I treat them as brothers, that's right, including Du Yunfeng, he will always be my big brother, but they want to kill you, I can't agree." He Si turned his head and blew out the cigarette, his single-lidded eyes showed the healthy radiance of a young man, and his tone was firm He said: "If I do it all over again, even if I know that my elder brother is rebelling, I will not help him, but I will not shoot him back." He looked at Zhou Lan, "But no matter when, I will definitely Will protect you, whether you suspect it or not."

Zhou Lan was silent, and then asked bluntly, "Why?"

Until then, He Si lowered his eyes again: "No matter what reasons I say, you won't fully believe them, so I don't need to say them."

In the corner, the pendulum of a self-sounding clock as tall as a person made the sound of striking the time. In the quiet midnight, in the living room of Nuo Da, He Si knelt in front of Zhou Lan.

His eyes swept over Zhou Lan's legs, and he went up his waist until he stopped on the leather holster before he said: "With my skill, I can grab your gun if I reach out now, you know I can do it!" get."

Then, the two fell silent.

"But," He Si said after a while, "I won't, I don't want to avenge anyone, and...you have no bullets in your gun, you returned the bullets before I entered this room, don't you believe it Me, you will never put yourself in danger." Speaking of this, his eyes moved up and met Zhou Lan's eyes: "Leader, you are testing me, I..."

He hesitated, and swallowed half of the sentence back into his stomach.

Zhou Lan looked at him, stretched out his hand to open the holster, pulled out the gun, and fiddled with it in his hand with a half-smile: "What are you?"

"I..." He Si slowly raised his hand, pointed the gun barrel to his eyebrows, his eyes followed the black barrel of the gun, and shot straight into Zhou Lan's black eyes, "I..., I am better than Du Yunfeng. know about you."

Zhou Lan didn't say anything, just looked at him, the two fell into silence again, Zhou Lan moved his fingers slightly, and pulled the trigger.

Click—the sound of the gun needle hitting the air.

When Zhou Lan went up the stairs, his mind was still in a daze. He understood He Si's words, but he didn't quite understand them.

After entering the bedroom door, he raised his hand to unbutton his jacket, unbuttoned a few, and turned around: "Why are you following me?"

He Si stood in the corridor on the second floor, facing the door of the bedroom sideways, without looking in, as if talking to someone else: "Leader, you haven't said anything yet."

"What can I do?" Zhou Lan stood inside the door, holding the doorknob. The brass doorknob was a bit cold in winter, so he subconsciously replaced it with his fingers and tapped it lightly.

He seemed to be getting to know He Si for the first time. This feeling of "suddenly" meeting someone made him uneasy and wanted to shut him out.

"You today..." He Si glanced at him, then turned his eyes away again, "it's so late, it won't be for no reason to get me out of prison, what do you want me to do," he said in a low voice, " right?"

He said again, this kind of inexplicable and sudden "speaking out".

Zhou Lan felt uncomfortable, as if a protective shield equipped against the outside world had somehow failed, but he didn't show it, just said: "No, you can go."

He Si hesitated for a moment, as if wondering what the word "go" means.

Just when Zhou Lan was worried that he would say something "shocking the world" again, he nodded honestly: "Okay."

Then, he reached out his hand to close the door for Zhou Lan, and went downstairs without looking back.

After a day of tossing around, Zhou Lan was very tired, fell asleep on the bed, and didn't even take a shower.Until the next morning, the birdsong in the camp woke him up. He glanced at his watch, turned over and went back to sleep.

It was almost noon when he went downstairs and entered the dining room, only to see He Si in military uniform standing beside the dining chair, with his hair cut and beard shaved, looking at him energetically.

"Hello, Captain!"

It was as if nothing had happened, and he had never been detained in the dark. On a sunny morning, although he had lost a lot of weight, he was still a smart young man.

Zhou Lan glanced at him, and didn't say much. He had a lot of direct descendants, but when it came to someone he was very familiar with, who had a place in his heart, this was really the only one left.

Don't look at his bursts of hospitality, and his ability to fight and win is not small, but it is also a leaf among thousands of flowers that does not touch himself. In his heart, it is nothing more than a humanoid tool.

He hides more things, and the thoughts in his heart are only for Du Yunfeng, and only Du Yunfeng can be his right-hand man.

There is no one else.

He seems to be a young man of the new school, but unfortunately, that little sense of security is the result of time accumulation, and he doesn't have many old friends anymore, so there is nothing to talk about.

When Du Yunfeng disappeared, half of the world collapsed.

He was alone, facing the half-walled ruins alone, jumping up and down and running around trying to regain control of his country before he had time to miss it.

"The porridge should be just right, and it won't be hot." He Si waited for Zhou Lan to sit down, walked forward, lifted the porcelain pot and stirred it, "I asked the cooking team to cook the vegetable porridge with chicken soup. You are not feeling well these days. Eat less hard rice."

"Who says I'm not feeling well?" Zhou Lan watched him put a bowl of hot and cold porridge on the fine porcelain flat plate in front of him. The soldiers who are in charge of daily meals are not in the restaurant at the moment, so they should be sent out by He Si "Where's the servant?"

He Si continued to be busy with his hands, and turned out a few side dishes that were caught on the plate, and moved towards Zhou Lan: "Head, did you look in the mirror this morning?"

"What mirror?"

"After you quit 'soil', you haven't had any good appetite. Some time ago, when you went to Jihai to suppress the bandits, it was windy and snowy, so you didn't eat well." He turned his head and glanced at Zhou Lan at this time, " Your throat will get sick if you are in a hurry, you smoke so much, you can’t eat, right?”

Before Zhou Lan could open his mouth, He Si immediately followed up and said: "They dare not tell you, but if you have looked in the mirror, you should know that you are already skinny."

A pair of chopsticks was handed to Zhou Lan: "Drink porridge to support others, you still have a lot of things to do, take care of yourself first."

Zhou Lan didn't pick up the chopsticks, she tapped the table rhythmically with her fingers, and raised her eyebrows: "He Si, what do you mean?"

His tone was flat, and someone else must have understood it according to the written meaning, but He Si is not someone else, he could understand the emotions behind it, so he stood upright at attention, his body was stiff, but his voice was Gentle: "Head, I won't leave. I'll stay here because I want to follow you."

He observed his words and continued to speak: "I don't want to bring up those old things again, but I'm pretty sure that you never treat those who follow you sincerely. Snake Tunxiang, I always feel that you don't give enough." He looked at the corners of Zhou Lan's pursed mouth, and judged that the other party was actually listening seriously, so he also said seriously: "I don't have great skills, how much do you give me?" I will continue, the same for money, I am not greedy."

Zhou Lan looked him up and down, and quickly assessed the authenticity of these words, but couldn't find any flaws for a while.

The importance of money to Zhou Lan is unforgettable, as if it was brought in the womb, it is the source of all his sense of security, everything in the world evolves, passes away, everything will change, but gold is gold, silver is silver, and will never be lost Its value and charm.

Because what does not change is the greed in the heart of man.

As long as there is greed, there is a desire to possess other people and things. Gold, silver and money will always be useful, and will always have its invincible power to attack cities and fortresses.

Moreover, if He Si is really ambitious and secretly makes small moves, Zhou Lan feels that it is impossible for him to be so stupid as to be by his side for several years without noticing it.

Once a reasonable reason is found, the existence of a thing has found its rationality, and it can also find a suitable place for its continued existence.With Lailong, you will know the context.

"Just for the future?" Zhou Lan stopped looking at him, and scooped a spoonful of porridge to his lips. As expected, the hot and cold were just right. It can be seen that this morning was hot and hot, and it took a lot of thought. "It's gold that shines everywhere. , what I can give to you, others can also give."

The corner of He Si's mouth twitched lightly, as if he had already anticipated the remaining doubts, he said sincerely: "I may not be able to serve others, I have been by your side for so many years, I am familiar with you, leader, I am not Great ability, just this little cleverness, if you like it, I will follow you, anyway, you always need people under your command."

You always need people under your command anyway—

This sentence came to Zhou Lan's point.

Zhou Lan is not a laborer, but a laborer governs people. What he has to do is to push and pull people in his heart, who can be used and who can't be used, and weigh the pros and cons carefully.

There are reliable and capable men under him, but this is the only one who is reliable, capable, and accustomed to keeping by his side.

He Si found out Zhou Lan's pulse again.

Seeing that Zhou Lan stopped talking, He Si called the waiter in from the door and gave some instructions. After a while, the waiter brought up the hot dishes. Stir-fry and fry once.

"Hei, He... Si" Zhou Lan put down the porridge bowl, and the hot chicken soup and porridge ironed his stomach, and it was indescribably comfortable. Dry."

In a word, he was reinstated.

"Captain, why don't you call me Hei Sier?" He Si stood behind him, as if protecting his safety, but also as an orderly ready to serve at any time, "You are used to it."

Zhou Lan nodded, but did not change her address.

"I do have something I want to ask you to do." Zhou Lan ate a lot before pushing away the dishes and passing He Si sideways: "Come with me."

A few orderlies came in to clean up the bowls and chopsticks with a wink. They used to serve the food for the head of the regiment and Adjutant Du. Recently, they have been cooking as usual, but the dining table is always empty. How can they serve it? How to take it back.

Today is the day Zhou Lan sits the longest and eats the most.

He Si followed Zhou Lan all the way up to the second floor. There were not many rooms on the second floor. Except for the bedroom, study room, small living room, and a large bathroom, there was only the orderly room.

When an orderly heard Zhou Lan going upstairs, he immediately walked out of the office and stood at attention to salute.

Zhou Lan passed him and nodded slightly.

He Si followed closely behind and also nodded slightly.

For the orderly, everything was the same, but for He Si, things started to look different.

Since it is inconvenient to talk about things at the dining table, it must be somewhat confidential, even the living room on the first floor is inconvenient, so Zhou Lan must go to the study, where privacy is better.

With a stride forward, He Si opened the door of the study first, and at the same time made way sideways.

Zhou Lan moved freely, so he went ahead of course.

He Si, who came in afterward, carefully closed the door and locked it.

The author has something to say:

I don't know why this chapter was locked, but I still re-edited it to catch bugs by the way.