Kidney master

On New Year's Eve, there was a heavy snowfall at eight o'clock in the evening.

Lanterns and lanterns hung high in the shops on the street, a joyous scene, pedestrians wrapped in thick winter clothes and scarves of different colors, young girls stepped on fashionable boots, showing a section of white thigh.

Even in Beijing, the early Song Dynasty is still astonishing to blend in with the crowd.

She put the phone to her ear, put half of her hand in the sleeve of the long sweater, and said in a clear voice, "Well, I know, I'll be home in a while."

After hanging up the phone, Song Chu pushed open the door of the dessert shop.

The heating in the dessert shop was fully turned on, Song Chu squeezed his cold and numb fingers, and walked to the counter.

"A cup of matcha latte, hot drink."

The waiter wore a standard smile: "Excuse me, what is the name of the beauty?"

"Song."

The waiter handed over a small ticket: "Miss Song, a cup of matcha latte, please wait a moment."

"Thank you." Song Chu took the receipt and walked to the line in front of the pick-up port.

Fireworks and firecrackers are banned during the Spring Festival this year, and there is no sound of firecrackers outside at the moment, but there are lively noises and laughter, and there is no shortage of annoying firecrackers.

Song Chu leaned against the wall, looking at the player in the dessert shop with his head tilted. Videos of all kinds of gorgeous fireworks were playing on the screen, abruptly creating the atmosphere of the past Chinese New Year.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the waiter shouted, "Miss Song, your matcha latte is ready."

Song Chu came back to his senses and handed over the receipt.

"Open it now?"

"Ah."

Song Chu took it from the waiter, and the hot coffee cup finally warmed up her long-cold fingers.

***

When Song Chu walked out holding a coffee cup, she noticed a pair of malicious eyes staring at her from across the road. She glanced in that direction idly, and saw a man who looked like a gangster.

He squatted on the ground with a cigarette in his hand, a stubble beard, and a worn military overcoat. When he saw Song Chu's gaze, he whistled a frivolous whistle at her directly.

Song Chu twitched the corner of his mouth in disgust, ignored it, and walked straight forward.

But it didn't take long for her to realize that the man was always following her.

Originally, Song Chu didn't want to take care of it, but the man took advantage of it. He squeezed through the crowd, taking advantage of the crowd to keep pushing towards Song Chu.

Song Chu's eyes were piercing, and the corners of his lips curled up in a half-smile.If it is really far away from the Golden Triangle, any kind of rubbish dares to put on her.

She turned into a secluded alley, and the man behind her became even more excited, and even accelerated her pace a lot.

Song Chu walked unhurriedly to the center of the alley, then turned around unexpectedly, staring at the man inch by inch.

"...Hey!" The man was startled, but an obscene smile soon appeared on his face, "Beauty, who do you seduce by wearing so little in winter?"

Song Chu licked her lips and smiled, took two deep breaths, and found that the fire couldn't be suppressed, so she hooked her index finger at the man.

"Yo!"

The man quickly moved towards her with a shy smile.

--Snapped!

The slaps that Song Chu slapped in the northern hunting wind were full of fierce wind, her face was unkind, and there was a flash of violence and gloom between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Damn it! How dare you beat me, you bitch!?" The man covered his face and stared at Song Chu viciously, but it was a pity that his expression seemed to be a joke in front of Song Chu's silent aura.

Song Chu smiled, and the moment the man rushed up, he raised his foot and slapped him hard on his waist.

The man fell to his knees in embarrassment, struggling to stand up, but Song Chu pinched the back of his neck and roughly pushed him back.

"I need to seduce you? Huh?" Song Chu asked with a sneer.

"Beating! Beating!" The man knew Song Chu's beating style was not easy to provoke, and immediately turned himself into a victim, screaming sharply, "Bullying!"

Song Chu slapped him on the face again, and said in a cold tone, "I'll let you see blood again today, do you believe it or not?"

The man fell silent for a moment.

There was a burst of applause behind him.

The alley was too dark, and Song Chu couldn't see who was coming, but for a moment he felt his blood run cold all over his body, and after hearing the sound, even his temples were pulled and hurt.

That voice was very soft, as if carrying a smile that would never go away, but it seemed to float from a distance, that voice said——

"Chuchu, I haven't seen you for many years, but you don't have the same courage as before."

Song Chu watched the man approach, and the gold-rimmed glasses reflected the smile in his eyes. He looked much calmer than 11 years ago, and now he was in his thirties. The clues of the years.

Gu Ci Nian.

The exquisite facial features in the early Song Dynasty were a little blurred in the dimly lit alley, but the eyes that looked at him were sharp and direct, still the same as before, showing a thrilling provocative and ruthless look.

Gu Cinian's heart skipped a beat.

Eleven years ago, he liked Song Chu's immature and unruly contradictory feelings. Now that she has grown up, Gu Cinian is still attracted by her unique temperament.

Song Chu was like a Gu cast by pinching his heart.

"Teacher Gu." Song Chu said when his eyes met.

"You still remember me."

Song Chu sneered: "I dare not forget."

Gu Cinian automatically ignored the resentment in her words, gently grabbed Song Chu's shoulders and pulled him behind him, and looked down at the embarrassed man on the ground through the cold glasses.

"Chu Chu, what did he do to you just now?"

"What do you want?"

"If he touches you, I'll take off his hands; if he dirty your ears with foul language, I'll cut his mouth." Gu Cinian said these words extremely calmly.

A layer of sweat broke out on Song Chu's back.

"This is Beijing," she said.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot." Gu Cinian smiled, "I should find a secluded place before doing anything to him."

The man who fell on the ground was already trembling with fright at his words, and he couldn't even speak in tune. He didn't know who he had offended, so he kept begging for mercy.

Song Chu watched coldly, and finally stomped his cold feet on the spot: "Let's go."

Gu Cinian turned to look at her.

Song Chu said again: "I have vented all my anger, let him go."

Gu Cinian laughed. He twirled the silver ring on his index finger and laughed for a long time: "Chu Chu, why are you not as bold as when you were a teenager?"

***

Golden Triangle.

Ji Yi'an showed off that the transportation method of their "Blue Sun" has been found by the police. Cen Han emphasized that the Yunnan police will officially launch an anti-drug operation in two days.

Earthworm didn’t believe that their “express delivery” method would be detected by the police at first, but it wasn’t until Cen Han showed him the photos sent by his colleagues on his mobile phone that he accepted this fact.

"How did the police know?"

Earthworm looked suspiciously at the two of them.

Ji Yi'an sneered: "Can we still cut off our own money?"

In the drug field, whoever masters new drugs that can better control addicts can dominate the entire drug industry. For the Golden Triangle, China, the closest populous country, is a market that cannot be lost.

They cannot cut off this source.

The earthworm pondered for a while, and finally made a decision: "Okay, we will deliver the goods tomorrow."

Cen Han quickly exchanged a glance with Ji Yi'an: "Okay, we can't leave the waterway, and we will be responsible for the subsequent transportation this time."

"What are you going to do?"

Ji Yi'an: "Of course we can't disclose the transportation method. Didn't Brother Earthworm hide the transportation plan very tightly before? In short, don't worry, we will definitely deliver it safely."

***

Gu Cinian finally let the gangster go.

He and Song Chu found a noodle shop. Song Chu held coffee in both hands and did not order food. Gu Cinian sat opposite her, with his legs crossed in a very leisurely manner.

Gu Cinian ordered a bowl of noodles, and the waiter brought them out soon.

On New Year's Eve, the business in the noodle shop was not good, and there were only a few people here and there.

Song Chu thought of Ji Yi'an for no reason, he should be on a mission now, have you eaten yet?what did you eat?How to spend this long New Year's Eve?

"Are you still in the Golden Triangle?"

Song Chu was taken aback for a moment, his eyes suddenly sharpened: "How do you know?"

"How could I not be clear about your business?" Gu Cinian raised the corners of her lips, and slowly adjusted the buttons of her suit.

Song Chu only felt the hair on his back: "Are you spying on me?"

"Yeah." He admitted frankly, and nodded, "Well."

"Then, five years ago, those 108 people...you were the one who killed them, right?"

"Yes, they blocked my way, but you took advantage of it. Why, relying on the reputation of those 108 people in the past few years, it's fun to hear them call you 'Second Miss Song'?"

Song Chu's expression turned cold, and he gritted his teeth: "You always knew?"

"Yes, I also know that you got married not long ago."

Speaking of this, Gu Cinian suddenly laughed, "Chu Chu, you are a smart girl, you should know, I like you very much."

Song Chu looked directly at him: "What are you going to do to him?"

"No, you misunderstood me. I like you, so I will treat you well. I am the knight who protects you."

Song Chu was so disgusted, she silently lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and leaned on the back of the chair casually: "You are not."

"You're too young to know what I've done for you."

"Gasu made a fuss about your wedding, and dared to hold a gun to your head, my good girl, you are very brave, just like you were more than ten years ago, but you can be cowardly with me, if he If you really dare to attack you, my people will directly blow his head off."

Song Chu felt a little nauseous, and his stomach turned upside down.

"But I was afraid of disturbing you, so I did it later. I will kill anyone who will hurt you." Gu Cinian clasped his hands together, with his fingertips on his nose, "If that Ji Yi'an dares to treat you badly, I'll kill him too."

Song Chu remembered that the day Ji Yian went to arrest Jiasu, he was already dead, and there was a letter beside him, which said "You are welcome", and now it seems that it was left for her.

The police had always thought that this was a provocation from Nugu, but now it seems that this is also a mistake.

Song Chu breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he didn't know that Ji Yian was a policeman.

Song Chu said: "He treats me very well."

"No one will treat you better than me."

Song Chu didn't bother to argue and just asked, "Do you still have business in the Golden Triangle?"

"Yes."

"poison?"

Gu Ci smiled but said nothing.

***

During those years when Song Chu was plagued by nightmares, he dreamed countless times at midnight, wishing he could kill Gu Cinian with his own hands.

If he hadn't met Ji Yi'an, if he wasn't in Beijing now, Song Chu would have lost all reason and fought him - even though the probability of her winning is very small.

But now she knows it can't be done, if she really does it, she will get into trouble, so what should Ji Yi'an do?What's more, such a hasty action is only to pay for Chen Chen's blood debt, and it can't make up for anything.

Gu Cinian must have hidden secrets, he must be in control of large-scale drugs, Song Chu intuitively knew this.

If she wanted Gu Cinian to get down completely, she had to hold her breath.

***

When Song Chu returned home, Song Chengzheng was sitting on the sofa alone, and the TV was showing the New Year's Eve party, with popular scenes and festive singing and dancing.

It made Song Cheng's back look very lonely.

"Dad." Song Chu changed his shoes at the door.

"Oh, come back, it's freezing."

"It's okay." Song Chu handed over the candied haws bought at the gate of the community with his left hand: "Dad, you eat."

"How can I still eat this kid stuff at my age."

Song Chu insisted on handing it over: "Why is it just a child's play, it's delicious, you eat it."

"Hey." Song Cheng had no choice but to take it and took a bite.

"Is it sweet?" Song Chu asked.

The rock sugar wrapped in the hawthorn shatters and melts in the mouth, sweet and sour, not greasy at all.

Song Cheng took another bite without spitting out the core: "Sweet."

***

After chatting with Song Cheng in the living room for a while, Song Chu went back to the room.

The bathroom light was turned on, and the fine warm light was projected down. Song Chu let go of the coffee cup he was holding in his right hand all the time. The palm of his hand was covered with blood.

Song Chu turned his fingers lightly, and a blade fell into the trash can, pulling a bloodstain on the trash bag.

No matter how she pretended to be calm, she couldn't completely ignore the fear in her heart when she suddenly saw Gu Cinian.

That was the source of all her shadows.

Song Chu wanted to pretend calmly and restrain all impulsive delusions in his heart, so he could only use this method to calm himself down.

She had suffered countless large and small wounds when she was practicing swords before, and those wounds eventually turned into her own flesh and blood, intimately.

In her view, the pain of those injuries is a vivid witness of the existence of life.

After simply treating the wound, Song Chu was so tired that he didn't even wear slippers after taking a shower, and rolled his bare feet into the quilt with wetness.

I fell asleep before I knew it, and when I woke up again, I was awakened by the ringing of my mobile phone.

Song Chu picked up his phone, it was 11:30, the call was from Ji Yi'an, and the words "Captain Ji" on the caller ID made Song Chu sober.

"Hey?"

"Just finished the mission, it's not past 12 o'clock in China, so I should have time to say Happy New Year's Eve to you." Ji Yi'an gasped for breath while speaking.

Song Chu's voice was hoarse at that moment, and his crying was so sour.

The whole night of pretending to be calm and keeping calm finally cracked a gap in Ji Yi'an's simple words, and all the fear, pain, panic and bewilderment poured out.

People can only pour out their grievances after they have something to rely on.

"Captain Ji..."

Song Chu held the phone in his left hand, and raised his gauze-wrapped right hand to cover his eyes.

She gritted her teeth, but she still couldn't hold back, and finally she gave up and cried bitterly.

The girl was lying on the bed, her legs were curled up, her long hair was scattered, and strings of tears kept rolling out of her eyes. She was crying hard, and her breathing was unsteady. Big tears slid down her cheeks, misty and soft. in the quilt.

Ji Yi'an froze instantly when he heard her voice.

The last time I saw Song Chu cry was at a supper stall, but there were only two or three tears in total.

It's completely different from the crying now.

Song Chu herself can't remember the last time she cried like this. When Chen Chen died, she was more frightened, and when her master passed away, she regretted it, which is completely different from the unscrupulous laughing and venting now.

She cried hard and wholeheartedly, as if she wanted to express all the grievances of these years with tears.

Ji Yian's voice was extremely soft.

He said.

"Chu Song, cry if you want, and tell me what happened after crying."

Song Chu's voice changed from suppressed to indulgent, and he didn't know how long he cried until the tears could no longer flow.

She choked with sobs, her voice was lingering, and she called again: "Captain Ji."

"Well, I'm here, baby."

"I..." Song Chu paused, "I met Gu Cinian."

"Gu Ci Nian?"

"It's Mr. Gu, I met him."

Ji Yian's heartbeat accelerated in an instant: "He didn't do anything to you, did he!?"

"No, his feelings for me are different from what you think. He will not do anything to threaten my life."

Song Chu told Ji Yi'an the origin of all the stories in a stumbling manner.

He told all the secrets of these years, and exposed the wounds in his heart to the sun. At that moment, she felt that she was being redeemed continuously.

Those secret, dark carrion and maggots buried deep in my heart finally dissipated.

"It's all going to pass, Song Chu." Ji Yi'an said softly, "The past is not your fault, it's a new year, everything will pass, no matter what, I'm here."

Song Chu blinked, his eyelashes were soaked, and the tip of his nose was pink.

"Will it pass?" She looked out the window at the always dark night sky because of the ban on setting off firecrackers, "It's always dark."

Ji Yi'an didn't answer for a while, then suddenly there was a rustling sound.

"Song Chu, turn on the camera."

Song Chu wiped the tears from his face, sat up and put through the video call.

Ji Yi'an's face appeared on the screen. It was also late at night on his side, and there was no light around him. He was running on the road, his black jacket pulled up to his chin, with deep facial features and deep-set eyes.

Song Chu looked at him seriously and intently, and asked after a while, "What are you going to do?"

"Take you to see the light."

Song Chu was silent.

There were only the sound of Ji Yian's breathing and the sound of the wind when he was running.

Song Chu suddenly wanted to see Ji Yi'an very, very much very much.

Ji Yi'an ran to a small supermarket by the roadside and asked the boss to buy a few tubes of firecrackers.

Song Chu had already guessed what he was going to do, and smiled.

"Look!"

Ji Yian replaced the camera with a rear camera.

He lit the firecrackers.

The gorgeous fireworks rose into the air, making a loud noise, and one after another bloomed in the air, so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes off it, illuminating most of the gloomy sky.

"In the early Song Dynasty, there will always be dawn."

"Even if there is no sun, I will be the fireworks in your life, and I will definitely give you light."

Song Chu held his breath calmly, staring devoutly at the phone screen.

At this moment, she felt the sense of fate between herself and Ji Yi'an, they will always love each other deeply.

She tapped her finger on her heart, and there was an active beating from that place, one after another, beating for Ji Yi'an.

She felt that her heart kept falling, falling to a territory that no one could invade, devoting herself to Ji Yi'an devoutly and completely.

It was only his place.