you are my tomorrow

Han Qing was taken aback by Meng Qinghuan's serious question, "...Han Qing, I'm Han Qing." Meng Qinghuan's eyes were watery, as if he wanted to see through Han Qing. Han Qing asked Meng Qinghuan nervously. The hand holding the towel in mid-air did not dare to move, and his heart was beating wildly, just like... the nervous feeling he felt when he killed someone for the first time in Vietnam, but this time there was an inexplicable happiness a feeling of.

"How can someone who can read original English novels and communicate in Japanese without barriers have only graduated from high school? Are you really a member of the underworld?" Meng Qinghuan didn't know the confusion in Han Qing's chest, and continued to look at Han Qing persistently. Han Qing.

"I..." Before Han Qing could organize what to say, there was a knock on the door, "Someone is here..." Han Qing took the opportunity to get up and open the door. The proprietress stood outside the door with a tray on which a bowl of Beef ramen and a pair of chopsticks, Han Qing took it after thanking him, the proprietress closed the door for him, Han Qing put the ramen in front of Meng Qinghuan, and looked at him flatteringly, "Eat, are you hungry?"

Meng Qinghuan still looked at Han Qing suspiciously, and took off his coat, but he was really hungry, picked up the bowl, and finished a bowl of ramen with only a little soup left, and Meng Qinghuan was in a hurry to eat. He also burped in a moderate voice, seeing Han Qing looking at him with a smile on his face, he couldn't help but blush.

"I don't mean anything else, I just find it strange. No matter where you learned English and Japanese, isn't it good to find a serious job? Why do you have to be in the underworld? It's a pity..." Meng Qinghuan's suspicion just now Replaced by regret, he lowered his head and shook his head helplessly. Han Qing put the dinner plate aside and sat cross-legged in front of Meng Qinghuan, his smile was replaced by sincerity.

"I haven't figured out how to tell you yet. When I'm ready, you, as one of my few friends, I will tell you about my past, okay?"

Seeing Han Qing's sincere face, Meng Qinghuan also became serious, and looked at Han Qing seriously, but after a few seconds, Meng Qinghuan couldn't help laughing, and Han Qing became bewildered, "It turns out that Han Qing can also be serious." Ah, I thought you would be fooled by your hippie smile all your life." Meng Qinghuan stood up, "For the sake of my time that might be wasted by you, I'll punish you for taking this bowl out, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed , being dragged out by you inexplicably for a whole day, my whole body is sore." Meng Qinghuan opened his suitcase and took out his pajamas and a change of clothes, and Han Qing relaxed his nervous mind just now, "By the way, where is my book?" Meng Qinghuan suddenly remembered For Han Qing in the morning, he wanted to read a book in the evening.

"What book?" Han Qing looked blank.

"Book, didn't you put away the book I want to take the postgraduate entrance examination for?"

"...Ah, I put that book in the drawer at the front desk." Only then did Han Qing remember what happened in the morning. He looked at Meng Qinghuan with a "scheming trick", and Meng Qinghuan lowered his head in discouragement and threw it to Han Qing. With a sharp eye, he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When Meng Qinghuan came out of the shower, the headlights in the room had been turned off, leaving only an orange Japanese style lantern dimly lit on the ground. Han Qing had already fallen asleep on the quilt he had made, with his body still in place. With the book "The Little Prince" and a handheld computer, there was another quilt spread an arm's length away from Han Qing, and the small lamp was on between the heads of the two of them, no matter who stretched out their hands, they could reach it.

Meng Qinghuan lay down on the thick mattress, and the exhaustion of a day's work seemed to be released most of the time when she lay down.

The wall where the windows should be placed in this room was also replaced by two sliding doors. The moonlight outside the door dimly shone in through the white door, and the appearance of the crane on the door fluttering its wings was more real.

Although he was a little sleepy, Meng Qinghuan couldn't sleep. He lay on his side facing Han Qing, and then looked at Han Qing who was lying on his back in the dim light. When he was reading, his mouth was slightly pouted as if he was angry, Meng Qinghuan couldn't help pursing his lips in joy, and he gently took the "Little Prince" between the two of them. Traces, this should be a book I bought for a long time and read often.

Meng Qinghuan stroked the cover of the book, and his eyes stopped on Han Qing's face again. Because of the light beard, there was a little dark shadow around his lips.

What is the story of this man?

Thinking of this, Meng Qinghuan gently closed her eyes.

The next morning, when Meng Qinghuan woke up, Han Qing was no longer in the room, the overhead lights had been turned off, Han Qing’s books and computer had been put away, and only his own room was a bit empty. Meng Qinghuan sat up and stretched his arms. lazy.

After washing up, it was almost 9 o'clock. Meng Qinghuan changed clothes and walked out of the room. He came to the front desk. Han Qing was sitting inside chatting with the boss. When he saw Meng Qinghuan came, he stopped. Han Qing smiled and looked at Meng Qinghuan, "I'm hungry. Is it?" After a night of digestion, Meng Qinghuan felt his stomach was a bit empty, so he nodded, "The proprietress has prepared breakfast, let's go together." Han Qing got up and walked out of the counter, Meng Qinghuan politely bowed to the boss and said in Japanese After saying "thank you", he left with Han Qing.

"Do you also speak Japanese?" Han Qing and Meng Qinghuan were the only ones in the restaurant. They were sitting by the window, and there was a traditional Japanese breakfast on the table.

"A little bit, not as much as you know." Meng Qinghuan ate with his head down seriously, and Han Qing put a peeled egg on Meng Qinghuan's plate.

"This is an egg boiled in a hot spring. Try to see if it is different from ordinary eggs."

Meng Qinghuan looked down at the eggs, but didn't pick them up to eat immediately, "Where are we going today? It's the turn of winter and spring, and the cherry blossoms haven't yet bloomed. Do you have any plans?"

"Let's go for a walk on the Yuezi Trail. Although the cherry blossoms haven't bloomed yet, the trees should be green. Today's weather is not bad, so it's good to breathe some fresh air." Han Qing squinted at the bright and unglamorous sunshine outside the window, and the corner of his mouth Unconsciously, he bent upwards, his expression seemed to be smelling the fragrance of cherry blossoms, and he was walking on the winding path. Meng Qinghuan had never seen such a peaceful expression before. For a moment, Meng Qinghuan saw He was a little lost in thought, until Han Qing's eyes returned to him, Meng Qinghuan hurriedly lowered his head, picked up the egg on the plate, and ate it slowly.

"Is it the road in "The Dancing Girl of Izu"? I heard that there is Joren Waterfall at the beginning of that road. I wonder if it will be very beautiful now."

"Go and see and you'll know."

Meng Qinghuan sneaked a glance at Han Qing, feeling a little apprehensive, but Han Qing didn't seem to notice anything.

Han Qing borrowed a car and a map from the boss, and drove Meng Qinghuan all the way east.

The place where I live is not far from the Yuezi Trail. It takes less than half an hour to drive to the foot of the mountain. A bunch of not-so-magnificent waterfalls flow down from the mountain with a height of more than 20 meters. Because it is not a summer with abundant rainfall, the waterfall falls to the bottom and In the not very deep pond, the cherry blossom trees around the pond have grown green leaves, which are so green that people feel relaxed at a glance.

The two got out of the car, and Han Qing went to the fence surrounding the pond first, took a deep breath, the fresh air filled every cell in his body, and his brain, which had been blinded by the trivial matters of the K gang for several days, seemed to become clear When he got up, he looked back at Meng Qinghuan who was taking something out of his schoolbag in the back seat of the car after getting out of the car. Meng Qinghuan just exited and closed the car door. Only then did Han Qing know what Meng Qinghuan had just returned to his room and prepared for a long time. ——It turned out that Meng Qinghuan hid an expensive-looking camera in his schoolbag.

Han Qing looked at Meng Qinghuan who was walking towards him jokingly, "The cameras of those who say they don't want to come have their cameras ready. It seems that there are a lot of duplicity people in this world."

Meng Qinghuan ignored Han Qing's teasing, and first took a few photos of the waterfall and the green cherry tree in front of him by the guardrail. Han Qing looked very professional from Meng Qinghuan's posture of holding the camera and the expression of adjusting the light, " Are you good at taking pictures? This camera seems to be pretty good too."

"I like photography, and I have studied it seriously." Meng Qinghuan looked at the few photos he had just taken, with a satisfied smile on his face. He raised the camera, and the lens was facing Han Qing who was less than an arm's length away from him. , his eyes focused on the viewfinder, and because the distance was too close, Meng Qinghuan leaned back. Han Qing was taken aback, and when Meng Qinghuan was about to press the shutter, he covered the lens with his hands. The camera was raised to his chest, and he looked at Han Qing suspiciously.

"I don't like taking pictures. The scenery on the mountain is better. Let's save the battery and go to the top to take pictures."

Meng Qinghuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Qing, thinking about something, "I see, are you afraid that people on the 'road' will trouble you if the photos go out?" Meng Qinghuan lowered his head, fiddled with the camera, and sighed, "Forget it Anyway, I don’t like to take pictures of people, so how many people can catch my “eyes”?” Meng Qinghuan turned off the power of the camera and was about to leave. Even so, Han Qing still found a trace of disappointment in Meng Qinghuan’s subtle expression. After thinking for a while, he grabbed Meng Qinghuan's shoulder who had already walked two steps away with his back turned to him.

"If you can keep it for yourself...I can consider letting you take a picture."

"Forget it, I don't want to be difficult, and I don't want to take pictures of you now." Meng Qinghuan flashed his shoulders, and Han Qing's hand slipped down, and Meng Qinghuan went straight to the car, Han Qing smiled helplessly and shook his head .

The two drove all the way up the mountain and slowly drove along the Yuezi Trail. After passing through the Tianchengshan Tunnel and Hejin Qilong, Han Qing stopped the car at any time and asked Meng Qinghuan to take a lot of photos. Seeing more and more photos in the camera, Meng Qinghuan The depressed mood just now disappeared, and only a satisfied smile remained on his face. Han Qing's mood seemed to be infected by Meng Qinghuan, and a relaxed smile slowly appeared on his face. He even opened the boss's CD in the car. Famous songs flowed out of it, and when Meng Qinghuan was familiar with the melody, he hummed softly along with the melody from time to time.

When Meng Qinghuan got out of the car to take pictures, Han Qing seldom got out of the car. He just looked at the back of Meng Qinghuan with the camera in his hand.

When they were about to reach the top of the mountain, there was no driveway. The two could only walk along the mountain road to Yuno Hot Spring on the top of the mountain. Han Qing walked in front and Meng Qinghuan walked behind. However, Meng Qinghuan feels that the road before has never been so solid. Since childhood, he has made decisions about his life by himself, what kind of school he wants to go to, what major he wants to study, and what job he wants to do. No one helps him. Staff officer, only this time when he came out to play, someone else made the decision for him, helped him plan the itinerary, and even had a "professional" translator, so he didn't have to worry about anything.

Meng Qinghuan looked up at Han Qing's back, and suddenly felt that the back of this short man suddenly grew taller. His hands seemed to be driven by something, and he raised the camera to take a picture of Han Qing's back. Han Qing stopped when he heard the sound of the shutter. Looking back next time, "Can I take pictures while walking?" Han Qing didn't think that Meng Qinghuan was taking pictures of him.

"Why do you care so much? Walk your way, don't drop and smash my camera... I think I'd better go ahead and keep blocking my way..." Meng Qinghuan went around Han Qing and walked to the front, Han Qing He just smiled and followed behind Meng Qinghuan.

When we reached the top of the mountain, we saw the main entrance of Yuno Hot Spring, but the end of the mountain road was still a little far from the main entrance of the hot spring. A waist-high wooden fence blocked the edge of the rock, surrounded by lush trees. The two stood beside the fence Looking down the mountain, Meng Qinghuan raised his camera, took a panoramic photo, hung the camera on his chest, closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air, listening to the wind blowing rustling leaves and crisp The birds chirped, and everything was unbelievably quiet.

"Thank you for coming to Japan with me. I haven't relaxed for a long time, and I haven't laughed so happily for a long time." Meng Qinghuan was a little at a loss for Han Qing's sudden thanks. nod.

"Actually, I don't know anything about you, but with English and Japanese, you can find a decent job." Meng Qinghuan shook his head regretfully, Han Qing chuckled lightly, and took a deep breath.

"I can't go back. If I could turn back time, I would rather go back to when I was 3 years old."

"3 years old?"

Han Qing looked at the perplexed Meng Qing and smiled happily, "Let's go, let's go inside." Han Qing first left the fence and walked towards the hot spring inside. Hesitating.

The two went to the hot spring together, but neither of them had the idea of ​​soaking in the hot spring. Han Qing asked the boss if there were any places to visit around here, preferably not famous places. Halfway down a mountain road, there is a small mountain shrine that has been built for more than 80 years. The owner has always been passed down by a family. Few people know about the place, and the environment is very quiet. Usually, the mountain people around the mountain go there. In worship, Han Qing and Meng Qinghuan looked at each other, and they both saw the message that they must go and see.

The two went down another mountain road, and they found the mountain shrine halfway up the mountain. The main hall was a small temple. The incense burner in front of the temple contained quite a lot of incense ash. There was a wooden wishing wall on the left side of the temple. Most of the wooden wishing cards were written in Japanese. Meng Qinghuan took a closer look and probably understood them. On the right side of the temple was a birdcage for raising crows. The birdcage Next to it was an iron box full of bird food, surrounded by a group of crows who were eating, and when they heard someone coming outside, they all flew away in a "flappy" manner.

This shrine is just like what the hot spring owner said. Before the two of them came in, no one came to offer incense. It was so quiet that only the sound of the wind blowing could be heard. Meng Qinghuan looked around the temple, his heart calmed down infinitely. The peace and quiet here have a very familiar feeling, as if... I grew up here since I was a child.

Meng Qinghuan felt that his thoughts were unrealistic. He still remembered where he grew up.

Perhaps because of the sound of crows flying away outside, the owner of the shrine—an elderly grandpa and his granddaughter who seemed to be only 12 or 3 years old—came out of the room behind the temple. They were all wearing kimonos, and the grandpa’s face With a kind smile, the girl's face is childish and ignorant of the world. They seem to live in a different world from the people at the bottom of the mountain.

The two of them stepped forward and bowed to their grandfather, which was regarded as a greeting. Han Qing was talking with his grandfather, while Meng Qinghuan listened quietly. He looked at his grandfather with a kind face, but he knew that he had never been here before. After finishing speaking, the grandfather looked at Meng Qinghuan and smiled kindly, patted him on the shoulder, and then told the little granddaughter to go to the back to get something. Give each of Han Qing and Meng Qinghuan one, and they lit the incense on the candle in front of the Buddha, then knelt on the cushion in front of the Buddha, Han Qing closed his eyes, held the burning incense in front of his chest, as if promising something Wishing, he finally raised the incense over his head, bowed three times, and inserted the incense into the incense burner, but when he turned around, he saw Meng Qinghuan was looking at him, the incense in his hand was always burning, exuding a soothing fragrance.

"Don't you have any wish to make?" Han Qing's reminder brought Meng Qinghuan back to his senses. Following Han Qing's example, Meng Qinghuan silently made a wish in his heart, and then also inserted the incense into the incense burner.

The two stayed in the shrine for a while, and then left after it got dark. Before walking out of the shrine, Meng Qinghuan looked back from time to time. Grandpa stood in front of the temple, watched the two leave with a smile, and waved to Meng Qinghuan bid farewell.

On the way back to the Suqiu Hot Spring Hotel, Meng Qinghuan still remembered that the grandfather had met there, so he kept silent, "The grandfather said that his shrine is very spiritual, and if he makes a wish, it will definitely come true, so I want to make a wish there. If it comes true, would you come back with me and make a wish?" Han Qing, who had been silent since leaving the shrine, was talking to Meng Qinghuan while driving.

"……OK."

Afterwards, Han Qing remained expressionless, as if he was thinking about something. Meng Qinghuan had never seen Han Qing who didn't smile or speak. This kind of Han Qing made Meng Qinghuan feel a little in awe. Until he returned to the hotel, he seemed to have his own thoughts The two of them didn't talk anymore, the proprietress had already prepared dinner, as if she was waiting for the two of them to come back.

Han Qing returned to his previous appearance, the four of them sat around the table, chatting and laughing with the boss and his wife, but Meng Qinghuan found that the boss's eyes glanced at him from time to time, which made Meng Qinghuan feel a little unnatural, so he kept He lowered his head to eat, tried not to pay attention to the boss' gaze, and left the table early when he was almost finished eating.

After running around for a day, Meng Qinghuan also felt a little tired, and felt that it would be a pity not to soak in the hot springs after staying in a hot spring hotel. There was a separate hot spring pool outside his and Han Qing's room, so before Han Qing came back, Meng Qinghuan went in early. the hot springs.

After dinner, Han Qing also felt a little tired. When he returned to the room, there was no sign of Meng Qinghuan, nor was there in the bathroom. He was about to go out to look for it when he saw a lamp on outside the room. He opened the door and saw Meng Qinghuan soaking in the bathroom. In the hot spring, he leaned on the edge of the hot spring facing the door and closed his eyes slightly, but he didn't realize that anyone was watching him. Han Qing went to Meng Qinghuan's side and looked at him with great interest, wanting to see if this was completely " How long can a person who can fall asleep in the "Water World" sleep?

After more than 10 minutes, Meng Qinghuan didn't seem to wake up. Han Qing could only sigh silently that it was a miracle that someone like Meng Qinghuan, who was completely unsuspecting of the world, appeared beside him after such a thing.

Fearing that Meng Qinghuan would catch a cold, Han Qing wanted to wake Meng Qinghuan to sleep in the room. He patted Meng Qinghuan's shoulder, thinking that Meng Qinghuan would wake up, but the effect of this pat did not wake him up, and also made Meng Qinghuan's body slow down. Slowly sank to the bottom of the pool, "Qing Huan, wake up, I want to sleep in the house..." Han Qing patted Meng Qinghuan's shoulder again, thinking that he would sit up by himself after waking up, but it still didn't work. It was only when Meng Qinghuan's chin touched the water that Han Qing realized...Meng Qinghuan passed out!

Han Qing quickly jumped into the water, pulled Meng Qinghuan out of the water at once, carried him out of the hot spring with his neck and knees, put him on the floor of the house, wiped off the water on his body, put on a According to experience, Meng Qinghuan may have soaked in the hot spring for too long for the first time, and fainted because he couldn't bear the temperature of the hot spring. Han Qing opened all the doors of the room to let the cool air circulate in the room. The boss came over when he heard the sound. Asked what happened, Han Qing probably told the boss that he understood, so he reminded Han Qing that if Meng Qinghuan didn't wake up for an hour, he would be sent to the hospital.

Han Qing covered Meng Qinghuan with a thin quilt, then leaned on his side beside Meng Qinghuan with his head supported on his hands, and carefully observed Meng Qinghuan's face. His slightly long eyelashes stood quietly on his lightly closed eyes, and his straight nose Breathing lightly, finally, Han Qing's eyes rested on Meng Qinghuan's lips. Although a little pale and chapped due to coma, it seemed to have a kind of magic power, which attracted Han Qing's eyes and made him unconsciously draw his lips. When the distance between the lips of the two was less than a centimeter, Han Qing stopped, and the sanity he had lost just now returned. He quickly left his face, his heart beating non-stop, It was like the heartbeat when Meng Qinghuan looked at her yesterday.

"...What am I doing..." Han Qing pinched his face, but it was a pity that Meng Qinghuan couldn't see his regretful expression.

Fortunately, Meng Qinghuan woke up slowly after more than half an hour. Han Qing, who had been with him all the time, heaved a sigh of relief. Meng Qinghuan looked at Han Qing in a daze, obviously not knowing what happened. After reporting to the boss that he was safe, he closed all the doors, and spread quilts for the two of them, so that Meng Qinghuan could lie down more comfortably. Han Qing also came up with a point: next time Meng Qinghuan went to the hot spring, someone should be by his side to remind him. He doesn't want to pass out.

The next day, Meng Qinghuan still got up later than Han Qing. When he woke up, Han Qing was still not in the room. He saw his suitcase was in but his bag was gone. Meng Qinghuan walked out of the room and met the proprietress. When he fainted, I asked him if he was okay. Meng Qinghuan simply said that he was fine, and then danced and asked where Han Qing had gone. Before the lady boss could fully understand what Meng Qinghuan wanted to say, the boss appeared. He asked Meng Qinghuan what he wanted to say in Mandarin, which made Meng Qinghuan speechless in surprise.

The proprietress helped Meng Qinghuan prepare breakfast, took it to the room and left, leaving the boss to accompany him to have breakfast.

"Your mandarin is so good, why do you still speak Japanese with Han Qing?" Meng Qinghuan asked the biggest doubt in his heart while eating. He also began to blame Han Qing in his heart for not telling him that his boss could speak mandarin. In Japanese.

"Although I'm sorry, we still think it's clearer to say some things in Japanese." The boss smiled apologetically, but in Meng Qinghuan's view, there must be some things between them that he kept from speaking Japanese.

"It doesn't matter, we are guests when we come, as long as it is convenient for you." Meng Qinghuan showed a smile that even he thought was fake. "Where's Han Qing? Where did he go?"

"When he comes to Japan, he always has some old friends to visit. He originally wanted to ask you to go out together, but he decided to go out by himself after seeing you fainted yesterday."

Meng Qinghuan nodded half-understanding, and said that Han Qing had been to Izu before, "Actually... I want to ask you something, if it's inconvenient for you, you can just leave it alone." Meng Qinghuan bit his chopsticks, Still decided to speak out, the boss seemed to have noticed it a long time ago, so he looked at him calmly, "It seems that you can speak Mandarin, and you are very familiar with Han Qing, you should know what kind of occupation Han Qing is, right? How did the two of you Do you know each other?"

"Is this the only one?" The boss looked at Meng Qinghuan inquiringly, and Meng Qinghuan thought about it again.

"...Also, Han Qing can speak English and Japanese, so how could he work in the underworld?"

The boss lowered his head and smiled, "I really don't know much about these things, it's better for you to ask Han Qing himself, I only met Han Qing when I was in China, and he seldom tells me about his personal affairs. "Actually, the boss used to be Han Qing's Japanese teacher, and he knew everything about Han Qing. Meng Qinghuan finished the last bit of breakfast, put down his chopsticks in disappointment, and sent the plate away. When he came back, the boss sat cross-legged Then, Meng Qinghuan sat down facing the boss.

"Han Qing said that you are his savior. If it weren't for you, he might not be in this world. He hasn't brought friends here for a long time. We have known each other for 7 years. You are the third friend he brought. , I think he may not bring other friends here in the future. He has been a poor child since he was a child. You should cherish him. I believe that Han Qing is the kind of person who will pay you back if you treat him well. People... I can't say much, I just want to say, no matter what you know about Han Qing, good or bad, don't leave him. "

The boss's words made Meng Qinghuan a little strange. He looked at the boss suspiciously, and the boss smiled self-deprecatingly, "Although we are not familiar with each other, it is a bit strange to say these things, but please remember my words, please." The boss put his hands on his knees He bowed his head sincerely to Meng Qinghuan, and Meng Qinghuan also bowed his head flattered.

"...I promise you, I will be Han Qing's lifelong friend."

However, at that time, Meng Qinghuan did not expect that a "lifetime" at that time would really haunt him for the rest of his life.

Han Qing didn't come back until after 4:[-] p.m., but he couldn't find Meng Qinghuan in the room. The boss said that Meng Qinghuan went shopping around the hot spring hotel after lunch and hadn't come back yet.Han Qing actually wanted to go out to find Meng Qinghuan, the two of them could go shopping together, but he remembered the kiss that almost fell on Meng Qinghuan's lips yesterday.Han Qing still blushed unconsciously, so he decided to wait for Meng Qinghuan to come back at the hotel.

Not long after Han Qing came back, Meng Qinghuan came back. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Han Qing lying on the ground looking at the handheld computer, "Are you back?" He greeted Meng Qinghuan casually. In fact, he was afraid that he would blush when he saw Meng Qinghuan.But Meng Qinghuan ignored Han Qing, put down his camera and bag, and went to the bathroom first. After the sound of flushing, Meng Qinghuan came out of the bathroom and changed into home clothes. This person is really hateful." Meng Qinghuan said to himself, picked up the camera, and sat in the corner of the room farthest from Han Qing to look at today's "results". Han Qing could tell that Meng Qinghuan seemed a little angry He put down the computer, and sat carelessly on Meng Qinghuan's left hand side, but his eyes stayed on the camera, wanting to look at the photos with Meng Qinghuan, he raised his hand to pull the camera towards him, but was pushed away by Meng Qinghuan He put his hand on the camera again without giving up, and Meng Qinghuan raised his hand again, "Don't touch it!" Meng Qinghuan frowned and looked at Han Qing, but Han Qing still greeted him with a smile on his face. After throwing him a look of "Try it if you touch it again", he looked at the camera again. Just as he lowered his head, Han Qing raised his hand to the camera again. On the shoulder, "Hey!" Meng Qinghuan raised the camera with his right hand, and raised his left arm to push Han Qing away, but it may be that he raised his right hand too hard, and fell to the right instead of sitting. In order to protect the camera, Meng Qinghuan instinctively used Seeing Meng Qinghuan falling, Han Qing instinctively stretched out his hand to pull Meng Qinghuan, but he couldn't use his strength for a while, and was pulled down by Meng Qinghuan, throwing himself on Meng Qinghuan.

For a moment, the eyes of the two met, and for a split second, neither of them took their gaze away. The room was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground. personally.

The scene from last night came back to Han Qing's mind again, but this time he didn't look away, and his face slowly approached Meng Qinghuan's. Meng Qinghuan was breathing nervously, not knowing what Han Qing was going to do next. When he felt that Han Qing's lips were only one centimeter away from his own, he closed his eyes in fear...

The moment their lips were about to touch, Han Qing's computer rang, reminding him that he had an email, and the voice brought Han Qing's thoughts back to reality, "...I have an email..." Han Qing Qing propped up his body and left Meng Qinghuan. Meng Qinghuan opened his eyes, took a few deep breaths to relax, and just realized what almost happened just now. A surge of anger rushed to the back of his neck, and he sat up suddenly. He wanted to question Han Qing said a few words, but when he saw his face looking down at the computer, his brows were also tightly furrowed, and he swallowed the words he wanted to rush out.

The computer displayed a comment saying "Brother Comet is in danger, life or death is uncertain, is it convenient to support? If so, see you at the old place at 9 o'clock tonight. Loyalty"

It's a bit strange why Zhongyi knew about Comet's distress. The sender's email address is indeed Zhongyi. Han Qing checked the sender's IP again. This address belongs to his family. Han Qing felt relieved that it was not sent by someone else Yes, he thought for a while, if it was an ordinary accident, Tony would have taken care of it, but if Zhongyi sent an email asking for support, and the mission of Comet's current people is related to the Tiger Gang, isn't the situation a bit serious?

So Han Qing immediately emailed Zhongyi back——

I'm in Japan and I can't meet you on time today. I will rush back overnight and tell you when I will arrive in China after I change my ticket. You can wait for me at the old place. I will definitely go tonight.

韩庆

Seeing "Email sent successfully" appeared, Han Qing got up and started to pack his things, but Meng Qinghuan was surprised, "I'm sorry, but I have to go back to China in a hurry, and I have an appointment to meet at night," Han Qing quickly packed his things He said, "If you want to play for two more days, you can stay here. You also know that the boss is an old friend of mine. He can actually speak Mandarin. You can rest assured that you can eat and live here without spending money. You The return ticket is at 5 pm the day after tomorrow..."

"I'll go back with you. You're not here. What's the point of me?" After speaking, Meng Qinghuan also started to pack his things. Han Qing looked up at Meng Qinghuan who was also packing up, and the corners of his mouth could not help but bend upwards.

The two walked out of the room with their luggage, and the boss looked at them in surprise, "Why did you leave so soon?" the boss asked in Japanese.

"Zhongyi sent me an email saying that the comet was in distress and needed my support, so I went back first."

"Your little friend won't stay for a few more days?" The boss looked at Meng Qinghuan, and Han Qing looked at the people around him from the corner of his eye, and shook his head with a smile.

"He said he would come back with me."

The boss and Meng Qinghuan smiled knowingly, "If you can see your husband when you go back, please say hello to him." The boss patted Han Qing on the shoulder, and Han Qing nodded.

The two rebooked the plane at 8:[-] p.m. On the return flight, Han Qing didn't read a book. He lowered his head solemnly, because he didn't know what happened to Comet. He thought that if he wanted to help Comet, K The gang's work might have to be rescheduled. Meng Qinghuan looked at Han Qing quietly and kept silent. He suddenly remembered the "emergency" between the two of them in the afternoon, and his chest felt stuffy again. Come down and don't know what will happen.

But to be honest, anger is anger, but I don't seem to hate the occurrence of "emergencies".

The two remained silent until the plane was about to land before Han Qing turned his attention to Meng Qinghuan, "Help me take the luggage back to you in a while, I'll get it when I have time, I have an appointment with a friend to meet you in the city , but... I guess I may not be able to meet for a while, so I will trouble you with the luggage first." Han Qing seems to have forgotten what happened in the hotel, and has returned to his usual state.

"Is it... a 'work' thing?"

"Well, I'm sorry, but the person who dragged you out to play is clamoring to go back early." Han Qing smiled apologetically.

"It's okay, wait until next time." Meng Qinghuan looked at Han Qing understandingly, but felt depressed.

It was almost 10 o'clock when we got off the plane. Meng Qinghuan didn't let Han Qing wait for his luggage. He said that he could use the luggage cart to push it out. Han Qing left without being too polite, carrying his bag on his back.

It was already midnight when Han Qing arrived at the bar in the city center, he went directly to the box, and Zhongyi was inside, "Brother." The smile on Zhongyi's normally cheerful face was gone.

"What's going on?" Han Qing asked straightforwardly, Zhongyi told what happened before, and Han Qing's brows gradually deepened, "Have you ever been to the house rented by Comet?"

"It's early, the house is still rented, but the lock has been changed, and my key can't open the door."

"...That means Comet's shoulder and leg were injured before you left, and half a month has passed and there is no 'call for help'. Does that mean the necklace is no longer on him?"

"Tony and I also think the same way. If Zhao Rong really wants to find out who is behind the scenes, he will keep Brother Comet..."

"What if he doesn't want to? It's useless to keep the comet..." Han Qing's words made Zhongyi shudder, "We can only bet that he wants that batch of goods, and we want to find out who is behind the scenes."

Zhongyi could only hope so, "By the way, has Uncle Song gone to pick up the goods?" Han Qing seemed to suddenly think of something.

"Not yet, the rubber written on the bill of lading, Uncle Song is busy with the affairs of the group these days, and has no time to take care of that batch of goods. The matter of saving Brother Comet is only discussed by Tony and me."

"Why don't you go and have a look? What if the rubber is a cover? They've been with the Tiger Gang for so many years, and they must have a good relationship with the customs. They can let the goods in anyway." Zhongyi felt that Han Qing's words made sense, so he nodded.

"Brother, is there any way to save Brother Comet?"

Han Qing pondered for a while, "The only thing that has nothing to do with the K gang is the tiger gang. The tiger gang's drugs have their own 'products' and sales channels, and they don't need to cooperate with other people..." Although the tiger gang has nothing to do with the K gang , but Han Qing can almost remember which stores in the Tiger Gang are selling drugs and which stores are not. , Zhao Rongzhen seems to be very repulsed by drugs, "Zhao Rongzhen...Lvguo..." Han Qing remembered that the KTV he had been to a while ago has been owned by Lion Hall, and it is also one of the places where no drugs are sold, " I have a solution!" Han Qing's eyes lit up, Zhongyi straightened his back and looked at him seriously...