loneliness meets loneliness

The plane finally took off.

When Mu Quyan sat comfortably on the soft seat, watching the scenery outside the window move with the flight of the plane and gradually enter the clouds, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He thought for a while, and immediately turned his head to look at Wen Chi who was sitting next to him. His head was slightly tilted towards him, his eyes were squinted, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep. His sleeping face was peaceful and quiet.

Mu Quyan stretched out his hand and pulled him to his side, then turned his head in peace of mind, quietly thinking about what happened these days, thinking about it, unconsciously frowned.

Frowning when thinking about these incidents, this is a little habit that Mu Quyan can't get rid of.

After Wen Chi was sent to his home that day, he did not leave City S immediately because of his persistence. As a result, that night, Mu Quyan saw news reports about Yinniao on TV.

I'm really glad that I was right to choose to stay.

Otherwise, I would still be confused and didn't know what happened, because if the silver bird fell, I would have nothing.

At that time, everyone was driven out by him, including Wen Chi. It was not his hegemony, and he did these things to Wen Chi regardless of his wishes, but he just didn't want Wen Chi to get involved in these complicated things. It's good for him to face it with Mu Quyan.

Although it was because of him that Wen Chi encountered so many troubles at the beginning, he hoped that Wen Chi would be happy as long as he had food, housing and living. Wen Chi is just an ordinary person, as long as he is happy, even if Yinniao is Uprooting and arresting people like them has nothing to do with Wen Chi.

He turned off the light, sat alone in the room, crossed his hands under his chin, propped his arms on his knees, leaned forward with his upper body, and watched the TV screen motionless.

In the black room, only the TV was shining, and the faint light of the screen shrouded his face. Even the fine hairs on his face could be seen clearly, and the eyelash feathers left a circle of gray shadows under his eyes.

In the quiet room, only the TV series was playing, and the sound of the TV series kept ringing in Mu Quyan's ears, like a cyclical noise spell, lingering.

On the TV, the announcer reported mechanically with a sweet voice: "This morning, the police in City S raided a secret stronghold of drug dealers and arms. According to the police, this is a huge dark organization with extensive branches. There are a large number of people, across a large area, and their actions are extremely secretive. This arrest is a major breakthrough in domestic drug trafficking and arms."

"However, the strange thing is that when the police arrived at the stronghold, the leader of the organization did not flee, but cooperated with the police very much. I don't know if there is another purpose. At present, the police have arrested all relevant personnel in the stronghold They are being brought to justice, and are being interrogated and investigated one by one, and will further capture the organization's personnel in other regions one by one, and this newspaper will continue to follow up and report on this incident."

The sound of the TV stopped abruptly at this moment, and the TV screen turned into a snowflake, making a "sizzling" sound, and the picture that the eyes could see was instantly frozen, no scenery, no room, only this piece snowflake.

And beside the ears, there is an overwhelming silence, like a huge net, covering everything, leaving only silence, and the rest of the noise is inaudible.

In that dark and quiet silence, what Mu Quyan could hear was almost only his own breathing.

Steady and indifferent, there is no trace of abnormality, but something is missing.

And there is a lonely blank in the head, circling, only the sweet voice of the announcer, which is played repeatedly like a video recorder rewinding. In the eyes and in the head, it is mechanical, formulaic, flat, without a trace of emotion.

His expression was a little dazed.

I do not know how long it has been.

Only then did he react slowly.

At that moment just now, what he felt was not regret and sadness, nor the loss of the defeated soldier, but the loneliness he had forgotten for a long time, and a little stunned.

Qin Yifeng, he really did it.

He was even better than the chameleon in disguise. He kept playing the role of the useless rich second generation.

I'm afraid, even Qin Shengrui didn't think that his son would be so powerful, he solved the silver bird that he didn't solve in one go.

This silver three-headed bird flying over Asia has been flying proudly with its ferocious mouth, but, finally,

Unfortunately, he was caught in the hunter's net.

Although this arrest did not lead to death, the country was knocked down, the soldiers were defeated and scattered, leaving only a body of sin.

With the silver bird gone, I have nothing.

Everything was swept away with the arrested silver bird.

Mu Quyan is no longer Yinniao's Mu Quyan, but Mu Quyan alone.

At this moment, loneliness is like a big hand, slowly sweeping across my heart. After years of dust is swept away, there is a gray fog, which is difficult to see clearly.

He also doesn't let anyone see the real him.

Since Han Nuo cleaned up all his records in Silver Bird and arranged everything for him, now that he knows the truth, there is no need to stay in S City any longer.

Japan is the closest to here, and it is relatively safe, because if the police want to clean up silver birds in Japan, they must negotiate with the Japanese government, and now everyone knows the relationship between China and Japan, so Japan is the best choice , close and safe.

He dismissed the rest of his men.

After following him for many years, it is a pity that he has no way to protect them, let alone take them with him. I only hope that they will be luckier and have a better life.

Before Qin Mu's war officially started, it ended with the plan Qin Yifeng had buried long ago.

……

The scenery outside the window has gradually become unclear.

The plane has penetrated deep into the clouds.

Everything in front of my eyes became blurred, only blue and white clouds could be seen, layer by layer like a watercolor painting, the grievances and hatred in my head became blurred as the plane flew higher and higher, leaving only Blank.

"what……"

A strange sound suddenly came from the ear.

Mu Quyan was startled, and turned his head to look. Wen Chi beside him had already woken up, yawned and hadn't fully opened his eyes, looking dazed.

Wen Chi felt dizzy.

He put his fingers into his black hair and rubbed his head.

He frowned faintly, probably because he had slept for too long.

Maybe it was because of sleeping for too long, his head was a little dull, and he blankly recalled what happened.

By the way, yesterday... Several ambiguous clips flashed before his eyes, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. He saw Mu Quyan yesterday, and then, just now, he seemed to be...

A flash of thought made him wake up immediately, and he immediately sat up straight and looked around.

Before he could observe clearly, he suddenly felt a heat on his neck, which made his hair stand on end. He quickly lowered his head and saw that there was a hand hooked around his neck. It was a very beautiful hand, fair and slender. .

He turned his head and saw that it was Mu Quyan's face, magnified in front of his eyes. He was startled, but soon attracted again.

He looked directly at himself, his expression was still indifferent, those slender peach blossom eyes with upturned corners were as indifferent as snow, revealing a few strands of lonely light, no emotion could be seen.

Wen Chi stared at him blankly, but didn't react for a moment, just watched.

He moved his gorgeous lips, but his tone was not enthusiastic: "Are you awake?"

Only then did Wen Chi come to his senses, shrank back in shock as if awakened, looked up and down, and said with a bit of panic: "Where are we going?"

Mu Quyan did not answer his question, but raised the corners of his lips, showing a faint smile, and said, "Yes, you can finally say the word us, and you have made progress."

Wen Chi was taken aback for a moment, his face blushed, and his face was as calm as a black line, "Where are you going?"

"Japan." Mu Quyan withdrew his gaze, turned his head, looked at the clouds outside the window, and said plainly, with a flat tone.

Japan?

Wen Chi was horrified for a moment.

He stared and stammered: "Japan...Japan?!"

"Why, don't you like this country? Or do you want to go to Korea more?" Mu Quyan turned his head, looked at him, and said.

"No...not." Wen Chi quickly waved his hand and explained.

"You don't want to go to South Korea either? Then where do you want to go?" Mu Quyan frowned slightly, pretending to be troubled, and deliberately misinterpreted.

"Not at all! What I mean is!" Wen Chi amplified the volume, brows sank, and his face flushed, "I mean, why should I go with you! I still want to go back..."

"Want to go back to Qin Mu and become a normal office worker?" Mu Quyan interrupted him, and said what he wanted to say next, with a cold tone and expressionless face.

"Yes... yes." Wen Chi was startled, he didn't expect Mu Quyan to guess his thoughts immediately, he took a closer look at Mu Quyan, and found that his face had changed a little bit.

"It's a pity, your friend, Lin Miluo already gave you to me, and he also said, don't bully you, treat you well." Mu Quyan turned his head, lowered his head, picked up the drink given by the flight attendant not long ago, He closed his eyes and took a sip, said.

"Wh... what? Mi... Milo also knows." Wen Chi froze, with a shocked expression.

He hasn't realized it yet, although he knew about the relationship between Milo and President Qin since he was taken away by Mu Quyan, but when did Milo know about himself...

And since he knew, why didn't he help himself, and gave himself to Mu Quyan, what kind of mentality did he have to treat himself as a friend?

"Hey, don't you want to?" Mu Quyan frowned slightly and said.

Hearing the sound, Wen Chi raised his head and looked at Mu Quyan.

To be honest, he was not very unwilling, because no matter how dull he was, he now understood that although Mu Quyan was not a good person, at least he would not treat him badly. There will be quite a disturbance. He has worked in Qin Mu for so long, and he knows how terrifying the gossip of those people is.

But why did Milo face this matter so calmly, instead of saying anything to him, he just handed himself over to Mu Quyan.

He looked surprised and didn't react for a long time.

It's just that he suddenly felt warmth in his waist, Mu Quyan put his hand on his waist, and he turned his head to look in amazement.

All he could see was Mu Quyan's graceful side face, his lips moved, his voice was low and light, and he said, "He hopes you have a good life."

Wen Chi was taken aback.

He was somewhat incomprehensible.

But when he knew the relationship between Milo and Mr. Qin, he also felt astonished and incomprehensible, but later, gradually, he also felt that they were a good match.

But the future cannot be predicted. I really don't know if such a choice will really lead to happiness.

He looked out of the window, and the clouds outside the window covered all the filth.

Getting closer to Japan.

Looking at the high clouds, with uneven lines like the starry night described by Van Gogh, he suddenly thought of his unscrupulous parents who had divorced and abandoned him for many years.

Don't know what they would say if they knew where they were.

The author has something to say: I don’t know if this chapter is any better