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The winter wind comes from the sea and blows across the Beigong Mountain Villa to the back mountain, and the pine and fir trees all over the mountain make the sound like waves.

With his eyes closed, Han Ziye had the illusion that he was sleeping on the sea.Slowly open your eyes in the comfort of a good night's sleep.The morning light is faint, and the sky light shines into the room through the tulle curtains, soft and hazy.

In the past at this time, he would have already gotten up lightly in the morning to prepare his breakfast, but it was probably too late last night, coupled with the inability to drink, he was still falling asleep at this moment.

He lay obediently under Ziye's arms, his black hair was rarely scattered on his temples and forehead, his snow-white forehead and slender nose were pressed against his chest, breathing deeply and evenly, and his thin eyelids covered his eyes. They were big foggy eyes, with long eyelashes steadily covering a fan-shaped shadow.The cheeks and ears were soaked in the soft light, and they became whiter and whiter than porcelain, and the corners of the tender lips had a slight upward curve even when there was no expression.

One of his hands was curled up in front of him, and the other rested on Ziye's chest. His slender fingers curved into a beautiful arc, his nails were round and exuded a faint luster, his knuckles were raised just right, and there were light blue blood vessels on the back of his hand. Inlaid in the fan-shaped metacarpal bone, it is perfect like a handicraft.There was the coolness of winter in the air, he shrunk his back slightly, the end of his collarbone protruded a small knot on his shoulder, forming a deep pit of flesh, which was Ziye's favorite part.

Midnight squinted his eyes, stared at his sleeping face, his heart was filled with peace and gentleness, like a rising tide, something that made him feel comfortable, was so full that it was about to overflow.He used his knuckles to feel the softness of that cheek, and stroked the pink and moist corners of his lips with his thumb.In the early morning, he trembled his eyelashes as if feeling something, and burrowed into his arms, buried his face in Ziye's armpits as if afraid of itching, and Ziye smiled and took his arms back and put them on the cool shoulders.

The legs of the two were intertwined and caressing each other, Ziye's right arm was wrapped around his slender waist, it was rare for him to lose his mind and indulge in this feeling that made his heart sour and sweet.

He has been searching for a word in his mind that can properly explain his life and feelings during this period of time, but he doesn't know whether he is unwilling to find it, or he can't find it. Stop at the critical point where you will sleep and not sleep, the critical point of safety.

Han Ziye flies to Jade Garden to visit his grandfather.

Take this opportunity to go to an appointment early in the morning.

Hong Lei stared at the person approaching from a distance. The hooded wool coat made him slender and straight. The layered plaid scarf around his neck hid his small jaw. The face is only the size of a palm, and when you get closer, you can see the big eyes that are still foggy and the tip of the nose that is red.

He stood in front of Hong Lei, and the two looked at each other for a long time, before Qingchen lowered his head and said:

"Mr. Hong, long time no see."

Hong Lei looked at him and found that he had changed a lot. The indistinguishable handsomeness of his youth receded slightly, and the handsomeness of youth gradually appeared. The shells of the mussels were washed away from the original silt, revealing the shiny pearls inside.

"Please sit down, Mr. Han. I wonder what you want to do with me?"

Sitting down early in the morning, she lowered her eyes a little shyly, and habitually turned her right face forward.

"Please call me by my name, Mr. Han or something, I'm not used to it." I always feel that the three words Mr. Han belong to the young master.

Hong Lei passed his name several times in his mind, "Morning."

"Mr. Hong."

"My uncle sent you to find me?"

Morning shook his head.

Hong Lei said:

"Presumably your young master must not know about your coming here?"

Qingchen was silent for a while, looked at the people around him, Hong Lei understood, and waved them to go down first.

The open-air corridor can't keep out much wind. In the early morning, I tightened my collar, clenched my hands into fists and retracted them into the cuffs, and pursed my lips that were white with cold.

"Actually, I heard that you found the young master and wanted to buy something."

Hong Lei nodded, "It didn't work out. Your young master is not a businessman."

Qingchen hurriedly said: "No! Actually...the Green Gang has also negotiated with Jingji." He omitted the internal struggles of Jingji, and only talked about the fact that the Qinggang wanted to use the Middle East to transfer hands, but was stopped by Ziye.

"Not long ago, the cabinet interviewed Jing. In order to prevent the matter from getting bigger, Jing promised not to participate in the affairs of the Gui Gang and the Qing Gang... This time the cabinet's attitude was very clear, so, the young master... he is not It's all because of Uncle Hong and...Uncle Yi..."

He stammered, but instead made Hong Lei laugh:

"So you came today to explain to me for your young master?"

Not knowing what to say in the morning, I thought about it:

"I think Mr. Hong should be able to rest assured that although the young master is not forgiving, he will never favor your enemies... I can promise that Jingji will never do business with the Green Gang. Even if there is, I will Yes, let me know in advance. Is that all right?"

He was so anxious, he didn't know whether he was afraid that his young master would be misunderstood, or he was afraid that he would be angry.Hong Lei couldn't help but think of when they were young, they had taken the same class for two years, but they never talked as much as they do today.He didn't bother to say it, but in the early morning, he seemed to have lost his vocal organs, and he didn't even say a word when he was ridiculed, questioned, and beaten in a corner.

Hong Lei was always surrounded by vulgar middle-aged men with totem tattoos on their arms and chests, or punks who spoke bad words, and whose hair color changed every week.

In the early morning, he looks like a strange person, looking stupid, holding the textbooks every day but can't seem to understand.Surprisingly, the gun was very accurate.That feeling can't be called liking, but the difference made him care a little bit.

Hong Lei cut off his words:

"Do you have a gun?"

Early in the morning, I was stunned, not understanding how the topic was brought to the gun.He lowered his head and thought for a while, then touched his silver matching gun and brought it out.

Hong Lei took it over and looked carefully,

"Where did you order it?" The body of the gun is round and shiny, and it has been used for a long time.

"……Italy……"

Hong Lei returned it to him,

"I don't know why you came to tell me these things today, but what I want to tell you is that I got a piece of news. I didn't intend to tell the Han family and let your young master touch it himself."

Seeing the obviously nervous expression in the morning, he instantly understood that he came here not because he was afraid that he would get angry, but because he was afraid that he would anger his young master.

"Fight with me, if you beat me, I will tell you the news."

50-meter target, outdoors, ten rounds for each hand, no prior correction.

The two hit each other.

In the early morning, he thought it was difficult to raise his hand, so he took it off decisively. The thin sweater inside was instantly eaten by the wind. He didn't seem to notice it. He focused on the wind flag next to the target, silently calculated the arc of the bullet, and pulled the trigger intently.This gun was custom-made by Ziye brought him to Italy. It was completely designed and manufactured according to the shape of his hand and the strength of his fingers. It has low recoil but great power.He has used this gun to shoot countless rounds of bullets. Although he has never experienced any actual combat, he is still very confident in pure target shooting.

After the ten rounds were over, the target board was brought up, and the two men's heads were almost evenly aligned. The bull's-eye part was shot bad, and not a single bullet hole went past the tenth ring.

Hong Lei crossed his shoulders and looked at him: "You really did lose to me on purpose."

In the early morning, he lowered his head in a panic, not knowing how to answer.

Hong Lei sneered, "Think carefully before you fight. If you lose to me with your left hand, you will have no chance to save your young master."

Standing behind the line of sight in the early morning, spread your legs and sink your shoulders, slowly raise your left hand, hold your breath, squint your eyes and stare at the distant target position, and watch the rise and fall of the wind direction flag from the corner of your eye. After the gun shot, he let out a breath, his chest heaved and sucked in the cold air, his lungs coughed unbearably, but when he turned around, he found that Hong Lei didn't hit him at all, and just stared at him coldly.

He had nothing to say. Back then, he was only at an intermediate level in all courses, except for firearms.But the young master doesn’t take the same class as him, it’s useless no matter how good he is, he doesn’t want to be the target of other people’s attention, he just wants to be like a shadow, quietly staying behind the young master, so his right hand always deliberately hits With a sideways shot, the left hand was even more violent.

Unexpectedly, the clumsy trick was discovered by Hong Lei long ago.

Someone sent the target plate, and sure enough, all of them are in the tenth ring.

"No need to fight, you won."

Seeing him trembling, Hong Lei moved the conversation indoors.

"The Green Gang learned the location of the precision ammunition depot."

Following Hong Lei's soft words, Qingchen almost jumped up.The ammunition depot is a sophisticated top-secret security unit. It is located in the most easily defended and difficult-to-attack position in a mountain in the suburbs. It was caused by hollowing out a mountain. Except for the high-level staff, staff, and guards, even the vast majority of precision employees do not know.The Green Gang actually got it!

"I cut off their docks and cut off foreign sources of goods. They jumped the wall in a hurry, preparing to raid the ammunition depot and grab some things out."

He took out his lighter and lit a cigarette, took a puff,

"Of course I can't sit idly by, but I don't intend to block the gun for him. So, my original plan was to let him rob it, and I'll cut it back after the robbing. As for the things of the Han family, it depends on my mood. Pay it back when you want it, and throw it away if you don’t want to.”

His fingers and cheeks, which were frozen in the morning, gradually turned red under the warm room temperature. He lowered his head and pondered for a long time,

"Mr. Hong, why did you tell me this?"

Hong Lei shook the ashes into the black marble ashtray,

"Because you beat me, I didn't say that, if you beat me, I will tell you a piece of news."

Qingchen looked directly at him: "Mr. Hong, please cooperate with the young master for Uncle Yi's sake!"

Hong Lei put his arms on the table and approached him:

"Uncle Yi? Uncle Yi is no longer from the Han family. Even Han Ziye thinks he is from the Hong family."

In the early morning, he was choked by the smoke he spewed into his lungs, coughed in discomfort, squeezed the cup in his hand, and asked in a low voice: "What conditions do you want?"

Hong Lei extinguished the cigarette, "It's easy to say, I don't want precision things, I want the ones in Han Ziye's hands."

In the early morning, I lowered my head for a long time, "What if it doesn't work?"

Hong Lei leaned back in his chair, lit another cigarette, took a puff and exhaled the smoke to the side,

"Go back, let your young master think about it, it's useless to think about it."