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A local raised his gun and aimed at Xiao Xiao, and the bullets shot out quickly.

Li Ke pushed Xiao Xiao, which happened to block Bai Shen behind him. Immediately, gunshots rang out in the corridor, crazily invading the entire space, and echoing in the entire building.

Xiao Xiao, who was lying on the edge of the bed, was suddenly awakened, and when he looked up, his face was covered with sweat.

He glanced at Li Ke who was still lying unconscious on the hospital bed, got up and washed his face, the cold water splashed on his face and soaked the ends of his hair.

He always thought that Li Ke liked Bai Shen, that's all, not to such a degree that it was more important than life.

Maybe Li Ke blocked the bullet for him?

How could it be possible, Li Ke never liked him.

No, he must have thought wrong, if any of his companions were in danger, he would go all out to rescue them.

But can it be the same?

Thousands of threads were woven in Xiao Xiao's mind into a knot that was more difficult to untie than a Chinese knot.

He returned to the hospital bed, reached into the quilt, and gently held Li Ke's hand.

The cold fingertips in his hand moved, and Li Ke opened his eyes with difficulty, the dazzling light was a bit dizzying.

Xiao Xiao quickly turned off the lights in the room, closed the curtains, and only turned on a small bedside lamp, looking at him quietly.

Is this the proper reaction?I've been in a coma for so long and finally woke up, shouldn't you be so excited that you're begging grandpa to sue grandma? !Li Ke thought indignantly.

"I'll call the doctor." Xiao Xiao said as he was about to get up.

"Sit." Li Ke held him back.

Li Ke just woke up, he had no strength in his body, and even spoke lightly.

Xiao Xiao sat aside silently, expressionless, making it impossible to see his emotions.

"Don't sit like this, what about mourning?" Li Ke said softly.

Xiao Xiao wanted to hit someone after hearing this: "You made me sit."

"I mean to let you stay here alone with me." Li Ke sighed, getting along with rough guys made him physically and mentally exhausted.

"Oh," Xiao Xiao responded casually, got up and poured a glass of water, and handed it to Li Ke, "Drink."

Li Ke didn't move, he was still lying down, watching him with kind eyes that looked at a mentally retarded person.

Seeing that Li Ke didn't respond, Xiao Xiao had no choice but to put the water back on the table.

Why is this kid who has been working hard all day suddenly so silent? It's fine if he doesn't quarrel with him, but he doesn't even say a word to him?

Li Ke suddenly laughed, feeling that he was perverted enough that he had to fight to be comfortable.

Xiao Xiao stared blankly at the sheets and swallowed.

"Are you crying?" Li Ke asked.

Seeing the obviously mocking face in front of him, Xiao Xiao said very dissatisfied: "Fuck your mother, which dog eye of yours saw me cry?"

"Two big, wise eyes saw it." Li Ke couldn't help laughing.

Xiao Xiao did not show any signs of crying on the surface, but Li Ke just had a feeling that Xiao Xiao should howl for himself in worry.But more, he could tell that Xiao Xiao's face was calm, and his heart was crying.

Xiao Xiao was a little ashamed, took the glass of water back into his hand, raised his head and drank a big gulp, his cheeks swelled like a ball.

Li Ke pulled him, put his hand around the back of his head, pressed down, and the cool pure water slipped between the lips and teeth of the two of them.

After delivering the big saliva, Xiao Xiao straightened up neatly without the slightest bit of nostalgia.

Li Ke wiped his face with water mist with one hand.

"And you said you didn't cry," Li Ke clicked his tongue, "Teardrops fell all over my face."

"Really not," Xiao Xiao made random excuses, "The water leaked out of my mouth."

"Is it disgusting?" Li Ke licked his fingertips, "It's salty, your saliva is really unique."

Xiao Xiao didn't want to talk to him, turned around and walked to the door of the ward: "I'll call the doctor."

Li Ke felt that he might be in a complicated mood, but he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Bai Shen and Lu Xun visited Li Ke on the way back to the base camp, and happened to meet a reporter being bullied by Shabiha. It may be that the filming records were discovered by the locals, which angered the mercenaries.

They have experienced a lot of such things, and the two rescued the reporter with both soft and hard tactics.

This reporter looked about 50 to [-] years old, with a European and American face, holding a camera and a notebook.

"Are you still a journalist?" Bai Shen asked in English.

"Yes, it was more than [-] years ago," the reporter replied, "I didn't have a camera at that time, so I could only memorize things."

"Twenty years ago?" Bai Shen was a little surprised, "It's been such a long time."

"Yes, God bless," the reporter said with a smile, "I have been a war correspondent for so many years, yet I am still alive today."

Lu Xun looked at him and smiled: "War reporters and translators are often taken hostage in wars. You must be very smart to save yourself from danger every time."

"Maybe God is not interested in my news," the reporter said, "25 years ago, I met a criminal policeman from my hometown, he was kind and just, but God still took him away. The most regrettable thing ever.”

Lu Xun didn't speak, but smiled slightly as he looked at him.

"I know a person, very similar to what you said," Lu Xun said, "He died young in order to perform a mission, and it was also 25 years ago."

"Really?" The reporter said, "Beautiful people must meet in heaven."

When it came to this topic, the atmosphere became quite dignified.

Bai Shen casually found a new topic: "Are you a European or American?"

"No, I'm from Australia, Melbourne." The reporter said.

Hearing this, Bai Shen still felt a little cordial, and was about to say "I studied there before", but suddenly choked when the words reached his mouth.

He remembered that Lu Xun said that he lived in Melbourne when he was a child, while the reporter said that he was from the same hometown as the criminal policeman who died young.

Twenty-five years ago, Melbourne, Interpol, devoted itself to the mission.

Everything fits together so subtly and dramatically.

Lu Xun frowned, looked at the reporter, and wanted to ask something, only to realize that he knew almost nothing about the father he had never met, so he finally had to take out the photo from his wallet: "Do you remember what he looks like?" ,Is it this way?"

The reporter came closer and looked at the small photo carefully before raising his head: "You know him too?"

Lu Xun lowered his hands and made a forced smile: "Yes, he...is my father."

The reporter looked at him with compassion, and reached out to hug him: "Good luck, kid."

The reporter said that he had some unpublished photos of Lu Xun's father, and they would send them to his mailbox after they were found.

After saying goodbye to the reporter, Bai Shen and Lu Xun walked aimlessly side by side on the road, enjoying a rare leisure time, but Lu Xun walked a little absent-mindedly.

"Are you okay?" Bai Shen asked, getting closer to him, and gently holding his hand.

"I'm fine," Lu Xun smiled, "I just think it's strange, maybe I met a fellow from many years ago."

"Well, meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land." Bai Shen said.

"What do you mean?" Forgive him for not learning this sentence.

"Hey, aren't you learning Chinese?" Bai Shen laughed at him.

"No one urged me like my mother did, so I just fished for three days and posted nets for two days." Lu Xun had no choice but to confess.

"This idiom is not bad," Bai Shen said, "I will urge you in the future."

"You?" Lu Xun looked at him and clicked his tongue twice, "Are you okay? I heard that many Chinese people may not speak Chinese well."

Bai Shen let go of his hand and slapped him on the shoulder: "That's you. My level is more than enough to teach you."

"Yo, it's terrible," Lu Xun curled his lips, "Can you understand the original version of Throat Dream?"

"It's "A Dream of Red Mansions", not a throat dream." Bai Shen ruthlessly corrected his pronunciation of mandarin tainted with salt and pepper, "I can understand it."

"That's enough," Lu Xun said, "My goal in learning Chinese is to reach a level where I can understand "A Dream of Red Mansions."

When he said this, in order to ensure the correct pronunciation, he deliberately prolonged the word "Red Mansion", and he even seemed to be gnashing his teeth a bit.

"Well, young man, there is a long way to go." Bai Shen said.

Lu Xun looked at him, apparently he hadn't learned this idiom either.

"You teach, right now." Lu Xun said.

"Teach what?" Bai Shen asked.

"The devil knows about his fragrant taro." Lu Xun said.

Bai Shen found it interesting to see him studying seriously.

"Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land means meeting an old friend in a different place." Bai Shen said.

"Then that reporter and I are old acquaintances?" he asked.

"No, 'like old friends at first sight' is more appropriate." Bai Shen replied.

"What kind of bullshit does that mean?" Lu Xun felt a little tired, so why can't he speak plain words without using idioms?

"It's the first time I saw each other, but I felt like friends for many years," Bai Shen said. "There are many such allusions in Chinese, such as 'A white head is like a new one, and it is as old as before'. There is also a poem that says 'And Jun Chu Getting acquainted is like returning to an old friend'."

"That's it." Lu Xun looked at him and laughed, "I once met someone who hit it off right away."

"Really?" Bai Shen also looked at him.

"Yes." Lu Xun's eyes were full of smiles, filled with blue pupils as clear as the blue sky.

Bai Shen didn't speak, he stopped and looked at him without hesitation.

Lu Xun also looked into his eyes in cooperation, and the two elders looked at each other affectionately in the street for no reason.

"Damn it?" Bai Shen realized that he couldn't hold back the swearing, "Me?"

"It's not you." Lu Xun still looked at him and smiled, his voice rising a little.

"No?" Bai Shen was a little shocked, and the words had come to this point, even if it wasn't, it would be nice to give him some face.

He glared at Lu Xun angrily, walked straight forward, and ended his affectionate confession: "See you again, bastard."

"Hey, I haven't finished. It's not you," Lu Xun ran up and grabbed Bai Shen's hand, "Who else could it be?"

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Around chapter 40, the party on the battlefield will end.

Before Chapter 45, the main CP White Deer only has sugar, so you can eat it with peace of mind~⊙v⊙