visitor on iceberg

How do you say something?Love is too sentimental, and it is incompatible with the reason I respect so much.Zhong Ling has been deeply touched by this recently. At the same time, he also discovered that sensibility and rationality are usually in a trade-off relationship. Once one is strengthened, the other will inevitably weaken. For example, on the night when Zhao Yue suddenly called him, his sensibility It grows like a powerful chemical fertilizer, and it grows thriving, deep and luxuriant, and even...a pillar of the sky, but the rationality that he has always relied on for survival has lost the demeanor that has always dominated it, and has been suppressed. Dying, his desolate appearance is too horrible to look at.

That's why he said those words at that time, as if he was eagerly looking forward to Zhao Yue's return, how could this be possible?Or, how can this be?

And Zhao Yue didn't contact Zhong Ling again after that day, he just wanted to disturb Zhong Ling's mood that he had finally calmed down again, and then hang him again, give him some expectation, but it is not clear, what to say to return to Binnan He will definitely contact Zhong Ling later, and the devil will know how long he is going to wait. His insidious intentions and vicious means are evident.

Zhong Ling still sat down at an empty table when eating in the cafeteria at noon. The old TV drama on TV had reached its last episode. The War of Resistance Against Japan was over and relatives and friends were finally reunited. However, there was still no news of the heroine’s lover. Every day, batches of soldiers return from the battlefield. The heroine waits at the station every day with a heart full of longing and anxiety, trying to find her lover in the crowd.

Finally on that day, the lover appeared with a wounded leg. The two hugged each other affectionately on the empty platform, crying so much that their eye sockets could be used as fish tanks. The lover said in the heroine's ear with a bitter face: "I Waiting for this moment, I have been waiting for tens of thousands of years, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..."

Zhong Ling was annoyed for no reason, she clenched her chopsticks tightly, and said in her belly, "What are you broadcasting all day long, three vulgar things."

Finally, it took more than a week. In fact, it was not impossible for Zhong Ling to find out the time when Zhao Yue came back. As long as he called the Second Criminal Tribunal and asked, on the grounds of work, when Zhao Yue would finish training and return to work, he would be fine. There is no need to bear the suffering of being hung in mid-air anymore—no, he will never admit that he is suffering, even if he loses his taste in eating, even if he pays attention to his mobile phone so much that he is about to have a nervous breakdown, he will never admit it.

If he really called to ask about Zhao Yue's news, then he would really be unable to deny his concern for Zhao Yue anymore.

On Friday afternoon, a few young female prosecutors couldn't restrain the joy of the upcoming weekend, chattering about their arrangements after work. Zhong Ling was concentrating on writing the indictment, when the phone suddenly rang.

Zhong Ling saw that it was a call from an unfamiliar number, and he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. Could it be that Zhao Yue borrowed someone else's cell phone to call him again?Zhong Ling took a deep breath, calmed down her heartbeat, then opened the screen, and said in her calmest voice, "Hello."

There was a young man with a loud voice, his voice almost broke Zhong Ling's eardrum, "Hello! Is that Mr. Zhong?!"

It turned out it wasn't him, Zhong Ling was disappointed for a while, but also heaved a sigh of relief, "I am."

"I'm delivering goods from a flower shop, and your unit won't let me in, so hurry up and get your things."

Zhong Ling was a little confused, "Flower shop?"

"Yeah! I'm right here at the gate, and you're checking too strictly. You won't be allowed to enter without an ID card! The procuratorate is amazing!" The young man seemed very manic.

"I'm going down here."

Zhong Ling walked to the gate and saw that there was indeed a young man wearing a baseball cap standing there, with a minivan behind him. When the young man saw him, he asked loudly, "Mr. Zhong?"

"Yes, I am."

The young man opened the door and took out a bouquet of flowers from the car. Although it wasn't a huge bouquet, the bright red color was too eye-catching. "Hey, here are the flowers. Please sign this form."

A bouquet of passionate red roses was stuffed into Zhong Ling's arms, and he was a little at a loss, "Did you make a mistake?"

"Could it be wrong, we are professionals! Besides, how many people named Zhong Ling are there in your unit?" The young man couldn't help laughing, "And he's a man."

Zhong Ling carefully looked at the list handed to him, and found that it was indeed his own information. He suddenly thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but ask, "Is the person who ordered the flowers surnamed Zhao?"

"That's right, a Miss Zhao came to our store to order it last night."

Zhong Ling felt strange, "Miss Zhao? Last night?"

"Isn't it?" The young man touched Zhong Ling with his arm, and said with a grin, "You're pretty, I don't remember wrongly, Mr. Zhong is very lucky."

At the same time, Wu Hui suddenly sneezed in the office, and Little Bear asked her softly, "Sister Wu Hui, do you have a cold?"

Wu Hui shook his head, "It's fine."

Zhong Ling didn't have the guts to return to the office with such a bouquet of red roses. He stood there and thought for a while, then turned and went into the guard room, "Please keep it for me temporarily, I'll get it after work." He counted , there are nine red roses in total, each of which is gorgeous and fragrant, like fire and flames, and there is a small card between the flowers, with the words "Early Spring Flower Shop" printed on it, Zhong Ling took off the card, opened it , inside is a line of printed sentences: I will return to Binnan by this time tomorrow, long time no see, I miss you so much.

Zhong Ling snorted softly, "This man." But a smile broke out on his face involuntarily.

In the afternoon of the next day, Zhao Yue finally finished his training and came back. As soon as he got off the plane, he was shivered by the damp and cold air. Although he was located in the south, his hometown was not necessarily warmer than the capital.He first dragged his luggage back to his parents' place. In the evening, Zhao's mother cooked him a big meal to cleanse the wind and cleanse the dust. The suave jade tree faced the wind, and went out to find Zhong Ling.

This time Zhao Yue still called Zhong Ling when he was downstairs. After a few ups and downs, Zhong Ling was already very calm when he saw the word Zhao Yue on the screen, "Hello."

"Zhong Ling, I'm back."

Zhong Ling wasn't excited at all, and didn't feel happy at all, "Yeah."

"I mean, I'm back where I belong."

Zhong Ling didn't quite understand, "Where?"

"I'm back to you, Zhong Ling, and I'm downstairs at your house now."

"!" Zhong Ling opened the glass door and took a few steps to the balcony. Looking down, there was a man on the phone standing in the dim light on the [-]th floor.

Zhao Yue raised her head and saw him, and raised her mobile phone with the screen on and waved at him.

Zhong Ling was really not excited at all, nor at all...not happy.

"Are you coming down, or am I going up?"

Zhong Ling stuttered, "You, what are you, you came here suddenly."

Zhao Yue didn't answer him, but said: "Since you don't want to come down, then I'll go up."

"Wait." If he was allowed to enter the house again, he might not know what would happen, Zhong Ling hurriedly said, "I'll go down now."

Zhao Yue stood opposite Zhong Ling, with a smile on his face, waiting for Zhong Ling to walk in front of him step by step. There was no moon tonight, but those peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, as if they had fallen into the twinkling stars.Zhao Yue looked at him like that, warm and encouraging, with obvious expectation in his expression, Zhong Ling knew what he was expecting, but it was something he was unwilling and should not give.

White smoke came out of Zhao Yue's mouth when he spoke, "Did you receive the flowers?"

"Ah."

"No wonder you weren't so surprised to see me tonight."

Zhong Ling hesitated for a moment, "Actually, it's quite unexpected."

"Is it just an accident, is it a surprise?"

Zhong Ling turned her head slightly, and changed the subject: "How was the training?"

"great."

"How is Beijing?"

"It's cold."

With such a simple and perfunctory answer, Zhong Ling didn't know what to say, but Zhao Yue asked him: "How are you doing during this time?"

"I'm fine." Zhong Ling added, "It's the same as before."

"Oh." Zhao Yue sighed, "It seems that I'm the only one who thinks about you so much that I can't sleep at night."

Before Zhong Ling could think, he blurted out: "Then why didn't you contact me?"

The tone was a bit rushed, which surprised Zhao Yue, "I'm sorry."

Zhong Ling understood that those untenable reasons were just excuses, and he did it on purpose.Zhong Ling didn't feel angry, he just felt a little tired and inexplicably wronged, "Why did you come tonight?"

"I miss you and want to see you."

"Then you've seen it now."

"But it's not enough." Zhao Yue took his hand, "Zhong Ling, I like you, I think about you every day, and you are always on my mind. You understand this feeling now, don't you?"

Zhong Ling shook off his hand vigorously, "No, I don't understand, I don't understand anything!"

Zhao Yue hit the point straight, "Zhong Ling, stay with me, you obviously like me too!"

Zhong Ling became furious, "Nonsense! Why are you so self-righteous?"

Zhao Yue stepped forward and hugged him tightly, "I'm not self-righteous, don't you know your own mind better than me?"

Zhong Ling used all his strength to push Zhao Yue away, so that he could hardly stand upright, and took a few steps back before he managed to stand still. Zhong Ling yelled out what he wanted to say, trying to overwhelm the completely opposite voice in his head , "Enough! Let's go! I'm tired of your nonsense, don't let me see you again!"

Zhong Ling lowered his head and his chest heaved violently. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, and use nicotine to wake him up and calm down. Out of stock.Zhong Ling wanted to go to a nearby store to buy a pack of cigarettes, so he turned around and walked outside the complex.

Zhao Yue caught up, "Zhong Ling, where are you going?"

Zhong Ling said coldly: "It's none of your business, don't follow me."

It's not the first time Zhao Yue saw Zhong Ling angry, but every time before, he was not as flustered as today. Maybe he really did something wrong this time and shouldn't deliberately snub Zhong Ling, or maybe he fell in love with Zhong Ling in the first place It was originally wrong, even if he barely bends a straight man like Zhong Ling who never wants to deviate from the established track, is it really possible to get a happy ending?

Although Zhao Yue was told by Zhong Ling to get out of here, he obviously didn't obediently obey this time, he followed Zhong Ling not far or near, his steps were very light, so that he wouldn't notice.

Zhong Ling lives in a new urban area that is under development, and the neighborhood is not really lively, and the winter nights are even a little gloomy and deserted.He had to walk through an empty road to reach a shop. The street lights were not too bright, and there were dense trees on both sides of the road. If he was willing to turn around, he would find that he was not alone on this deserted road.

Zhong Ling walked to the corner of the road, there was a forked path here, dark and remote, Zhong Ling didn't notice it, so naturally he wouldn't see the figure hiding there.

The man drew out the hidden dagger, the blade reflected the light of the street lamp, it looked extraordinarily cold and terrifying in the dark night, the man quietly followed Zhong Ling for a few steps, raised his arm and was about to stab the dagger towards Zhong Ling's back.

"Zhong Ling, be careful!" Zhao Yue noticed something strange when the man appeared, and at this moment he shouted loudly and rushed up from behind to knock the man away. Zhong Ling turned back immediately when he heard the sound, but saw a scene that terrified him .

"Call you meddle in your own business!" The man was so angry that he waved the dagger in his hand and stabbed at Zhao Yue. Zhao Yue dodged the shining knife and kicked the man's leg. Wen threw himself on Zhao Yue, Zhao Yue couldn't dodge it, and his left arm was slashed severely.

"Zhao Yue!" Zhong Ling yelled loudly, and the memories of the old year rushed to his eyes instantly. The villain, the blade, the blood flowing horizontally, the extreme fear and anger made him lose his mind.Zhong Ling pulled the man over, grabbed his wrist and folded it hard, the man let out a cry of pain, and the dagger fell to the ground with a crisp and cold sound, Zhong Ling kicked the man hard in the stomach again, kicking him to the ground and riding on his back. He beat him fiercely, his fists rained down like rain, and he exhausted every blow, "Scum! Scum!" Zhong Ling's eyes turned red, and the man's mouth and nose were bloodstained, and he shouted weakly. beg for mercy.

"Zhong Ling, that's enough!" Zhao Yue went over to hold him back, "Don't hit me anymore."

Zhong Ling looked up at him, saw the wound on his left arm, saw his blood flowing from the left arm to the fingertips, dripping from the fingertips to the ground.Zhong Ling stood up and hugged him tightly, calling his name in a trembling voice: "Zhao Yue..."

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