to comfort the sun

It was daylight, and the first rooster crowed outside the house, flying straight across the roof.

Shen Yuan has always had a light sleep, and would wake up at the slightest movement.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and found that the sky outside the window was already white, but it was gloomy, and the weather should not be good today.

The bed in Shen Yuan's house is an earthen kang that was kept before, the area is not too big, two big men lying side by side, it will be a bit crowded.

In addition, Sun Fuzhou's sleeping position has always been wide open, and the bed can occupy as much space as possible, and the place where the two of them are close together has long been covered with a thin layer of sweat.

With Shen Yuan's movement, Sun Fuzhou kicked the quilt dissatisfied with the discomfort of the sweating part, and the upper body wearing a vest was exposed to the air, revealing his strong waist.

The white racerback vest is the kind that Shen Yuan wears most often. Shen Yuan wears it in a simple and refreshing manner, but Sun Fuzhou wears it with a carefree demeanor.

In his sleep, Sun Fuzhou opened his eyes in a daze, and saw someone sitting beside him, so he kicked over while rubbing his eyes.

"Wake up so early?"

Shen Yuan was taking off his clothes and was almost kicked to the ground by him.

"Did you forget what to do today?"

"...I haven't forgotten." Sun Fuzhou sat up with his upper body propped up, and stared at it for a while when his eyes were clear, "...how do I feel, are you thinner again?"

Shen Yuan lowered his head to look at his body, and looked around: "Is there any?"

Sun Fuzhou stretched out his hand to touch his faintly exposed ribs: "Not yet? You see that several strands of your hair have turned gray."

Shen Yuan stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, smiled at him perfunctorily, and didn't care.

Soon, he put on the light clothes that are convenient for walking on the mountain road, and walked out of the bedroom: "You should worry about business."

On the bed, Sun Fuzhou stared at the roof in a daze for two seconds before finally turning over and sitting up.

"I want to eat noodles!"

·

On the other side, Qiu Yun had already done morning exercises in the village and was on his way back.

Her hair was still dripping with dew and sweat, and her cotton sweatshirt had a half circle of sweat stains on it.

Soon, she happened to pass by the door of the village committee, and her originally brisk footsteps suddenly hesitated.

Qiu Yun looked into the door from a distance, but there was no one inside the iron door with a big lock.

The bureau didn't tell her the details of this mission, only that they needed to pretend to be members of the poverty alleviation investigation team to meet with the village secretary of the village. As for the rest, she didn't know anything about it.

Of course, this kind of practice in the bureau is normal, but she didn't expect to spend so many days doing nothing.

What's more, they met with the village party secretary on the first day, and it stands to reason that they have already connected.

Qiu Yun gnawed on his fingernails, feeling a little irritable.

——Could it be that Vice Sun found out that there was something wrong with the other party, and that's why he delayed?

Just as Qiu Yun was hovering at the gate of the village committee, moving his footsteps a little bit, a young man not far away was holding a bunch of keys and walking towards the iron gate with a clanging sound.

Qiu Yun hurriedly glanced under the big banyan tree next to him. She took a closer look and found that the man in front of her was the young village party secretary they were going to meet——Wei Zhong.

And behind him, there are several middle-aged men walking together talking and laughing.

Qiu Yun's position was inconspicuous, and the other party did not notice it.

With the sound of unlocking and opening the door, the door of the village committee was pulled open by him forcefully.

Among the group of middle-aged men with big bellies, one of them laughed the most happily and said loudly, "Wei Zhong, go back as soon as you open the door. We have something to talk to President Wang about."

Holding a large bunch of keys in his hand, Wei Zhong nodded expressionlessly.

Then he let out a long yawn as if he was out of spirits, and while opening his mouth, he got into a small bungalow next to the village committee.

Qiu Yun's gaze followed suit.

— So you live here?

Qiu Yun couldn't help but look at the small one-story house a few more times, and when he turned around, the group of middle-aged men had disappeared.

However, she didn't realize that there seemed to be a figure behind the glass window of Wei Zhong's house.

The early morning air in the mountain village is not breathable. Taking a few deep breaths in the yard lifts up the energy of the whole person.

After exercising his muscles and bones, Sun Fuzhou walked back to the house.

"Sun Fuzhou."

"Ok?"

At this moment, Shen Yuan was putting breakfast on the table, when he suddenly called out to him.

Sun Fuzhou sat down hungry, held the steaming bowl without saying a word, and swept more than half of it in a few strokes.

"I've thought about something." Shen Yuan slowly mixed the bowl and the sauce twice, "...I've thought about it for a long time."

Sun Fuzhou took a sip of the noodles with soup: "What are you thinking about?"

I don't know if it's because of his nervousness or because he just doesn't bother to pay attention to too many details, facing Shen Yuan's inexplicable words, Sun Fuzhou's flat reaction seemed to be unaware of these.

Shen Yuan lowered his head and took the first sip of soup: "When we get back from here, let's go on a trip."

Sun Fuzhou hummed: "Then have you decided where to go?"

"Plateaus, basins, canyons, islands..." Shen Yuan suddenly made himself laugh as he spoke, "It's okay to go to my house for a while, the previous house has been renovated, if you go back late, you can move there directly. "

"What if it's early?"

"Then we have to wait."

Sun Fuzhou didn't speak. After drinking the noodle soup, he wiped the oil from his mouth, and smacked his lips with unfulfilled desire.

Shen Yuan was quiet for a few seconds, then said again: "What do you think?"

"How about what?" Sun Fuzhou gritted his teeth, confused, "Are you talking about travel or..."

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, there was no spark, no lightning, only deathly silence.

The next second, Qiu Yun pushed open the door and walked in.

"I've smelled it from afar, and sure enough, you eat alone!"

Shen Yuan: "..."

Sun Fuzhou: "..."

She grabbed the neckline and shook it quickly twice, the cold air poured into the clothes to cool down, and she circled around the table twice: "Is there a share for me?"

Shen Yuan looked at her with some displeasure: "The kitchen, I baked a big pancake for you, so I'll put water on it myself."

"...to use the public for personal gain."

While complaining, Qiu Yun went into the kitchen to welcome his big cake.

Her sudden return disturbed the conversation between the two of them, and Sun Fuzhou had to try his best to pretend to be deaf.

Not knowing if he didn't get the answer he wanted, Shen Yuan seemed a little disappointed and left the room.

Sun Fuzhou reached out to pick the sawdust beside the table expressionlessly, resisting the urge to turn around and call him back.

"You really left me a cake..." Qiu Yun came out of the kitchen and muttered, "By the way, there is a bottle of cold medicine on the stove..."

She didn't see Shen Yuan in the room, so she took the medicine bottle and walked up to Sun Fuzhou to shake it.

Sun Fuzhou was pulled back from the fugue, and suddenly stared at the medicine bottle: "It's not mine, it's Shen Yuan's."

Qiu Yun said to himself: "He has a cold? Why didn't I know?"

Sun Fuzhou thought to himself, I don't know if you know?

He spread his hand to Qiu Yun: "Give it to me, I'll put it back."

The three of them finished their breakfast at home and prepared to go up the mountain—to be precise, two of them——Shen Yuan's legs were not good, and the rugged mountain road was difficult for him to move.

Qiu Yun looked at him puzzled: "Didn't we agree to be together?"

Shen Yuan shook the crutch in his hand: "...Force majeure."

"you……"

Qiu Yun wanted to say something, but Sun Fuzhou stopped her: "Hurry up and come back before noon."

After finishing speaking, Sun Fuzhou saw from a distance the villagers who went up the mountain to worship their ancestors and went out one after another carrying tributes.

"Let's go."

buzz-

Shen Yuan turned away from staring at Sun Fuzhou, the phone in his pocket had been vibrating for a long time, and the caller ID on it was a string of out-of-town numbers.

"Hello." Shen Yuan turned his back and walked towards the entrance of the village, "... I didn't forget, I was delayed by something in the morning, so let's talk about what you have to do when we meet... Oh, this is what Brother Zhou meant, you can directly Look for Brother Zhou, I'm just an errand runner..."

The crutches hit the ground very regularly, one after another, and following Shen Yuan's steps, the echoes became farther and farther away.

On the mountain road, Sun Fuzhou was walking in front, not far from them, there were villagers who went up the mountain in twos and threes to worship their ancestors.

Qiu Yun fell three steps behind him, lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone for a long time.

"Mom, I'm on the mountain, the signal is not good!" She seemed to complain to the other end of the phone for a long time, but she was still reluctant to hang up, "Hello? Hello? Intermittent... what? I know, remember to bring two taels Liquor in the past..."

Perhaps it was because Qiu Yun didn't know that his ears were good, so he didn't shy away from speaking, let alone lowered his voice.

"My dad's old friends also went back. You should bring two more bottles..." Qiu Yun heard the intermittent voice on the phone and suddenly stopped. After waiting for a while, he took it down and took a look, only to find that there was no signal at all. up.

So she reached out and pulled Sun Fuzhou's backpack.

Sun Fuzhou turned his head in doubt.

Qiu Yun pointed to the position of the cell phone's signal bar, and motioned for him to see—there was no signal.

Sun Fuzhou took out his own from his pocket, and the signal was also weak.

Qiu Yun lowered his head in despondency and kicked the ground twice in anger.

At this time, Sun Fuzhou, who had been "eavesdropping", asked sideways, "Did you go back to visit the grave early in Qingming?"

Qiu Yun nodded and put the phone away.

Sun Fuzhou added: "Last time I inquired, your father is an anti-narcotics policeman, and was shot in the lung by a drug dealer's gun. When did the case start?"

As he spoke, he looked at her expression, and there was a layer of loss and sadness floating on her face.

Qiu Yun nodded again, and sniffed, selectively ignoring the last question.

"It's okay. People in this line of work have to predict their end from the very beginning. Dying in the line of duty is a more honorable end." Sun Fuzhou didn't care, and just ignored it, "When the matter is over, find Director Wu. Two more days off to go back."

Sun Fuzhou was not very good at comforting others, he could tell that Qiu Yun's mood had not been high, as if something was hidden in his heart.

But he really has no way to deal with girls, so a few words of relief are enough.

Just as he continued to go up the mountain, he heard Qiu Yun muttering something in a very low voice behind him.

"...It's not a death in the line of duty."