critical

"Oh." Yan Deng handed over the drink.

Yan Deng's indifferent attitude made Yan Ji feel a little embarrassed, she hesitated, put the letter paper on the island platform, took the glass, and took a sip perfunctorily.

Yan Deng wiped off the water stains on his hands, and went to get the letter paper on the Nakajima stage, Yan Ji subconsciously raised his hand and "slapped" it, firmly pressing down on the letter paper.

Both were stunned.

Yan Ji hurriedly explained in embarrassment: "I, I'm not, I'm not letting you read. This one is not about important things, why don't you read this one, what I just said..."

Yan Deng's long curled eyelashes fluttered, and he looked up at her with neither joy nor anger.

Yan Ji stumbled, and finally couldn't continue. He lowered his head and kicked Yan Deng's slippers, muttering vaguely: "Can't I have a little secret?"

Yan Deng lowered his eyes to catch a glimpse of the little pink rabbit on the top of her slippers, and his eyes drifted upwards. Suddenly, he felt his fingertips itch and wanted to pinch her reddened ear tips.

Yan Ji didn't say a few words, his mouth became parched, he licked his lips "gurg gulu" After drinking the green plum sparkling water, he put the glass on the table, and the ice cubes made a crisp sound.

"Actually, it's nothing." She finished her drink and began to confess, "At that time, I was probably too young and ignorant. I didn't respect my mother very much. I thought it was silly for her to be cheated by her ex-husband. I was annoyed by saying sorry afterwards. Hey, when I was young ..."

Regarding Zhao Yunhe's adoption of herself, Yan Ji has always avoided it.The person who is the easiest to deceive is himself, and the person who is the most difficult to deceive is also himself. In fact, he knows it in his heart.

Judging from Yan Ji's experience of selling vegetables with Zhao Yunhe to make a living when he was young, Zhao Yunhe does not have the qualifications for formal adoption at all.And this "thank you letter" written by the young Yan Ji to his teacher Zhang Gongyu solved some of the doubts.

Zhang Gong and Yan Ji’s care for Yan Ji was not just during the treatment period in the provincial capital and the subsequent correspondence. She should have used all the connections between herself and the professor’s father at Nantah University, pouring countless energy and financial resources——

Changed another identity for Yan Ji.

Including arranging work for Yan Ji's adoptive parents, Zhao Yunhe and his wife.However, people are the most uncontrollable and uncertain factor. Certain behaviors of Zhao Yunhe's ex-husband led to the collapse of everything that Zhang Gong and Yan Ji had arranged for Yan Ji.

As for why Zhang Gongyu would rather spend so much trouble than adopting Yan Ji by himself, except that the national law does not allow single women to adopt children, the more direct reason should be that at the end of this letter, Yan Ji's sentence "I have less and less dreams See them, I'm going to stay here and forget about it completely, or until they come back."

Yan Ji pinched the letter paper, drooping eyelids, feeling sorry for her.

Yan Deng saw her drooping lips, looking aggrieved, and asked, "You said you took over the director of the police station before?"

"En." Yan Ji picked up another letter and opened it solemnly, unaware that his attention was forcibly diverted.

Yan Ji read to Yan Deng the part of the letter he wrote to the teacher: "Teacher, I came home from school today and met that big sister named Ying Zhao on the way. She said she was leaving, so she showed me The man's photo, and asked me if I recognized him."

Yan Ji frowned as he read, and complained, "My child is full of question marks now."

Yan Deng obviously failed to get this internet stalker, so he reached out and touched the top of her head: "Let's go play a game."

Yan Ji stared at her in disbelief: "Even if I'm an internet-addicted girl, how can I play games with peace of mind in this situation, and don't you think this is a large decryption game in front of my eyes?"

Yan Deng pondered for a while and asked, "Do you want to see the answer?"

Yan Ji blinked and hooked Yan Deng's arm: "Boss Yan, let's talk in detail on the sofa."

Today, with the popularity of the Internet and its integration into life, it is too easy to investigate a person's information, and it is also easy to erase a person's information.For the special agents fighting on the hidden front, the state has a more careful protection plan to protect them from being found by the enemy and even being threatened with retaliation.

But sometimes the world is so coincidental, Jing Xing once met Ying Zhao by chance.

When they reunited again, Jing Xing was very surprised. It was hard to imagine that the socialites who were drinking and drinking at Vanity Fair would actually nest in a suburban police station in a small eighteenth-tier city as a small police station.

He said to Yan Deng at the time: "It seems that there is a red ghost behind that coup."

Yan Deng was troubled by the affairs of Cornwall, and he was not interested in Ying Zhao's identity and experience. He did not inquire about it in detail at the time, but now he can only briefly introduce: "The identity she used at that time was, um, surnamed Shi. The Shi family in Wuzhong lived in the late Qing Dynasty. The Republic of China was very prominent. My ancestors were the Guanglu doctor in the Qing Dynasty, the chief financial officer of the Republic of China, ran banks, built schools, and moved overseas in the later period of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party.”

Yan Deng paused, and added: "Jing Xing said that there are quite a few people of this kind of background in the upper class circles in Europe and America. Basically, they can't speak Chinese, and they don't realize that they are Chinese."

Yan Ji was stunned for a while before he digested the huge amount of information, and fell down on his back with his arms around the pillow: "Suddenly I feel that Director Ying's image has grown taller!"

Yan Deng's shoulders sank, the back of Yan Ji's head rested on her shoulders, his legs rested on the armrests of the sofa, and the pink bunny slippers hung precariously on his toes.

"So, Director Ying is a national hero, a national hero? Tsk tsk, serious ace agent! No, our country doesn't seem to be called this...National Security Bureau elite? Underground party!"

Yan Ji couldn't stop feeling emotional, and was fascinated by it for a moment.

After all, who doesn't have heroic feelings?

Yan Deng turned sideways and let her lean into his arms, making it more comfortable: "Then why don't you play a game? You can save the princess too."

Yan Ji was still immersed in his imagination: "It's far from it, it's a game, it's serious, it's real, and besides, it's Link's business to save the princess, what's the matter with me, Yan Ji."

She giggled as she spoke, and the pink bunny slippers were shaken off.

Yan Deng seemed to understand this kind of game stalk, and didn't care too much. He couldn't help being happy just hearing her laugh, and smiled together with the corners of his mouth.

Yan Ji tilted his head to see her smile, first he felt itchy, then realized that he was leaning against her arms, and immediately shrank to the other side of the sofa like a little squirrel, hugging the pillow in front of him, laughing all over.

When Yan Deng is not smiling, there is a sense of distance with thorns, not the thorns of roses, but the icy thorns of three feet, braving the cold.

The hair on Yan Ji's back instantly blew up, and he asked vigilantly, "Do you want to read the letter?"

"Huh?" Boss Yan snorted softly in his nasal cavity, raised his chin slightly, and tilted his head to squint at Yan Ji.

Her eyes were white and black, and her face was too delicate, and her whiteness gave her a three-point arrogance. When she looked at people with her eyes, it sounded like looking down on all living beings.

Yan Ji curled his lips and remained silent.

Yan Deng accused: "You are cold and violent."

Yan Ji was dumbfounded: "You're hitting back."

Yan Deng: "You're quite reasonable."

Yan Ji: "I am righteous and strong."

Yan Deng suddenly turned sideways and moved closer to Yan Ji, so close that he could feel the heat of his skin, Yan Ji's heart was beating wildly.Yan Deng's hair hung down on her face, itching, and the warm breath in her ears burned Hong Yanji's cheeks like a fire, and Yan Deng's voice was soft: "It's okay, it's okay."

Yan Ji's ears were buzzing, and his mind felt dizzy.She grabbed Yan Deng's shoulder nervously, and said, "You, you."

do you like me

Yan Deng's lips brushed against Yan Ji's earlobe, and she lowered her nose to touch Yan Ji's neck. A long time ago, she wanted to do this, to sniff and touch, to see if this man still had the sunshine in her youth.

Nothing has changed.

The hot blood rushing under this pair of soft muscles is still the human temperature she is obsessed with.

The hot air sprayed on his neck, Yan Ji could even hear the sound of a small electric current passing by, his scalp was numb, and his tailbone was soft and crisp.

"Yan, Yan Deng."

Yan Deng raised his head, the thick ink in his eyes welled up, making Yan Ji dizzy for a while.

Yan Ji curled up his fingers, pierced his nails hard into his palm, and asked with difficulty: "For example, if...we, when we were young, didn't know each other. Would you still..."

Will you still like me?

Before he finished speaking, Yan Ji began to regret in his heart, why did he ask!What to ask!

Yan Deng wanted to laugh, but was stunned as if suddenly remembering something.She straightened up, grabbed the glass and stuck it to her mouth, lowered her arm and raised it again, swallowing two mouthfuls in a row, even shattering the ice cubes.

Yan Ji's intestines were remorseful, he grabbed the two corners of the pillow and kneaded it, the square pillow was twisted into an irregular polygon.

"Still reading the letter?" Yan Deng held the glass, the mouth of the glass was stained with water vapor on the glass wall, and it turned red from the cold.

With his chin buried in the pillow, Yan Ji glanced at Yan Deng.Yan Deng was just looking for something to say, and seeing her lack of interest, he asked, "Are you sleepy? Take a nap?"

Yan Ji bent down to pick up the letter paper that fell on the carpet, and handed it over.

Yan Deng tilted the glass, indicating that he had something in his hand that was inconvenient to look at: "Will you play games with me?"

Yan Ji clubbed his arms.

Yan Deng explained: "I didn't want to read your letter... Would you like some ice cream?"

Yan Ji withdrew his arms and nestled cross-legged on the sofa: "Eat, sleep and play games, this is the kind of life I've dreamed about before."

Yan Deng said: "You used to think like this when you were not dreaming."

Whenever Yan Deng spoke in such a tone, Yan Ji immediately lost his mind, feeling ashamed and annoyed, he could only bury his face in the pillow, and complained in a muffled voice: "You are enough, I am very motivated!"

Mr. Yan can always be kind at the right time: "Well, I will rely on you to earn money to support the family in the future."

Relying on the cover of the pillow, Yan Ji grinned foolishly, managed to suppress the smile, then raised his head, and straightened the hair that was stuck on his face in a serious manner.

Yan Deng glanced at the letter paper thrown on the upper sofa, felt a little relieved, and picked it up with his fingertips calmly, and the letter paper was slowly closed due to the crease.

Yan Ji's hand suddenly reached out, pinching the letter paper, frowning in a scrutinizing posture: "Did I tell you that I can feel other people's emotions?"

Yan Deng was speechless: "Just use your little ability to deal with me."

Yan Ji shook the letter paper: "Aren't you curious, why did I meet Director Ying when I was young?"

Yan Deng: "Not curious."

Yan Ji glared at her: "Aren't you curious why Director Ying took the photo and asked me if I knew the person above?"

Yan Deng: "Not curious."

Yan Ji rolled his eyes in a disfigured way: "Yan Deng, how could you be like this, how can you not be curious as a human being."

Yan Deng asked back: "I don't even know what I can eat at night, why should I be curious about the director of a police station?"

Yan Ji waved his hand: "Don't change the subject, I've already seen through your trick. If you're not curious about Director Ying, aren't you curious about me?"

Yan Deng sighed softly, put down the glass: "Go ahead."

Yan Ji put his arms around the pillow and moved to Yan Deng's side, pointed to the letter paper and said, "Look, after I saw Ying Zhao, I dreamed about the man in the photo. Well, I didn't make it clear in the letter. Never mind, look at the last sentence again, 'sacrifice has become an ancient legend', I actually said this sentence to the teacher first... Yan Deng? What are you doing!"

Yan Deng's sense of crisis emanated instantly, causing Yan Ji to shiver along his back, and suddenly shivered.

Yan Deng put his arms around Yan Ji's shoulders: "It's okay, just talk about it carefully."

Yan Ji pinched the letter paper, feeling sorry for the teacher, but feeling uneasy: "That night at Youtang Hotel, the teacher blocked me to protect me. At that time, the gunshots were too loud, and I was anxious. I didn't pay much attention at that time. I only remembered it when I saw this letter. The teacher said at that time, Yan Ji, sorry, sacrifice has become an ancient legend."

Yan Deng's face sank like water, and he pulled out the letter from Yan Ji's hand: "Since then, your ability has become stronger, right?"

Yan Ji: "It's better than before...I'm not sure if it's from that time..."

Yan Deng categorically interrupted Yan Ji: "You have something to hide from me."

"Ah?" Yan Ji hesitated for a moment before reacting, "I'm not lying to you, I'm really not sure. At that time, I felt that the vest was very hot, and I thought the teacher had been shot. Later, when I woke up in the hospital, I found that there was nothing on the back of my T-shirt. There are bloodstains, but that feeling is so real that my heart is hot and trembling."

Yan Ji got up and dug out the coronary CT and coronary angiography from the bag he brought back from the hospital: "Look, I even took a special X-ray, but the doctor said there's nothing wrong with it."

Yan Deng pressed the center of his eyebrows.

Yan Ji looked at her nervously.

"Yan Ji." Yan Deng grabbed her hand, "Don't use your ability in the future."

Yan Ji nodded. She didn't care much about it. Sensing other people's emotions is not a particularly pleasant thing, because sensing also means adsorption. The feeling of negative emotions sticking to the body is like countless ghost hands stretching out in hell to tear she.

Seeing that she was obedient, Yan Deng felt a little comforted: "Don't worry, I will take care of it."

Yan Ji shook his head: "Please explain clearly."