Flammable and explosive

Jiang Linfei stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, and the answer in his chest was ready to come out.Tang Yinqiu came out of 'Wangjing', walking on the windy road with his hands in his pockets, he shrank his neck.

Jiang Rinfei picked up the souvenir on the table, he unwrapped it, picked a slice of almond and put it in his mouth.There was still a bitter taste of tobacco in his mouth. He chewed carefully, and the crumbs fell between his lips and teeth, one piece after another, and the bitterness gradually dissipated.

Tang Yinqiu took a taxi to go home.His leg injury hadn't healed, and it would be inconvenient when he got out of the car, so he limped towards the building with a frown.The elevator door opened, and he walked in, only then could he lean against the cold door panel to catch his breath.Thick sweat oozed from his forehead, and he stretched out his hand to press the wound, with a forbearing and painful expression on his expression.

The elevator door opened slowly, and he dragged his legs out.It happened that Lu Ziwen opened the door at this time, and Tang Yinqiu saw him as soon as he looked up.The ashes-like heart rolled on the blade again.

"What's wrong? Is the wound cracked again?" Lu Ziwen rushed up, he supported Tang Yinqiu, and asked him to lean his weight on himself.Tang Yinqiu said with a pale face and said with a smile: "Fortunately...just a little pain."

Lu Ziwen tightened his arms, hugged Tang Yinqiu and dragged him into the room half-embracing and half-supporting.He supported Tang Yinqiu to sit down, lowered his head to check the wound for him, but Tang Yinqiu held down his wrist.

"I'll do it myself." Tang Yinqiu shook his head at him, and Lu Ziwen blurted out: "How do you do it yourself?!"

Tang Yinqiu's eyes darkened, and the sweat on his forehead made his eyes darker.He slapped every word without politeness.

"I said I'll do it myself."

Lu Ziwen was taken aback by his appearance, and subconsciously let go.Tang Yinqiu narrowed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and barely stood up on the armrest of the sofa.He moved to the bathroom step by step and closed the door behind his back.He reached out to turn on the shower, and the instant rush of water drowned out his wailing of pain.His left leg was shaking slightly from bearing most of his weight.He touched the scissors and gauze neatly.After ten years in prison, I don't know anything else. I have dealt with a lot of wounds, big and small, and practice makes perfect.

Tang Yinqiu tilted his head back, his Adam's apple swallowed because of the pain, and cold water rushed over his eyes, as if to wash away the circles of redness in his eyes.

What kind of decision Jiang Linfei will make, he is not sure.But he had to win the bet, otherwise he would be doomed.

At 05:30 in the morning, Tang Yinqiu received a text message from Jiang Linfei.Tang Yinqiu lay on his side on the bed, he reached out his hand to the bedside table and fumbled, and opened the screen with sleepy eyes, his eyes lit up.

Jiang Linfei only wrote one word - "Support." When they were in Agni before, a tacit understanding was reached between the two of them.When any party encounters danger and needs help, send a "support" word to the other party's mobile phone; if the other party replies with the same word, it means that rescue will definitely come.

Tang Yinqiu never thought that after so many years, Jiang Rinfei still remembered this.His heart trembled, and then an indescribable sourness surged up.His fingers trembled slightly, and he opened the pinyin keyboard almost with great effort, and typed the words one by one.

He didn't expect Jiang Rinfei to help him at all. How could it be possible to let others risk their lives with him through the paper-thin friendship when he was young?

But Jiang Rinfei agreed, he wants to cooperate with the Sandao Society, even if he is no longer a member of Agni, what does this mean?Tang Yinqiu felt that he didn't dare to think too much.

A sleepless night.When it was dawn, Tang Yinqiu hurriedly grabbed his phone and got up.Lu Ziwen stopped him and asked anxiously, "What's so urgent?"

Tang Yinqiu glanced at the wall clock on the wall, frowned and said, "Can I talk to you when I come back?" After saying that, he walked past Lu Ziwen to open the door.

Lu Ziwen seemed to be discouraged all of a sudden, Tang Yinqiu couldn't bear it, he stretched out his hand to hold Lu Ziwen's hand tightly, and quickly let go.

"Wait for me to come back." After Tang Yinqiu finished speaking, he turned and left without hesitation.Lu Ziwen watched him leave, then walked to the window sill, lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out.

A silver-gray Cayenne was parked downstairs in his house. After a while, Tang Yinqiu came into sight, and he slowly approached the car door with one unsteady leg. At this time, a man got off the driver's seat, He walked around the car to the passenger seat, opened the door for Tang Yinqiu, and supported Tang Yinqiu with his right hand to let him get into the car, being careful.

Lu Ziwen's eyes narrowed slowly. After the man helped Tang Yinqiu to the seat, he closed the car door, walked around from the trunk and walked back to the driver's seat.At this moment when he went around!Lu Ziwen saw his side face, that scarred face like a crescent moon!Jiang Linfei!

Chen Chen sank on the leather sofa bed, he leaned on the handle of the sofa, his slender legs crossed together.

"Crack." The door lock of the suite was unlocked, and Chen Chen lazily opened his eyes, the sharpness in his beautiful peach eyes couldn't be concealed.He habitually stretched his hands to his lower back, but his movements froze when he saw someone coming.

"Uncle." Chen Ting pushed the door and walked in with a bag full of breakfast.He stepped on the wool carpet with bare feet, and approached Chen Chen silently step by step.Then sit cross-legged in front of him.

"Hey, don't sit on the floor, it's cold." Chen Chen hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull Chen Ting's upper arm. Chen Ting put the breakfast on the small coffee table at hand, held Chen Chen's hand with his back and rubbed it, and said, "You touch me." hand, where is it cold?"

Chen Ting's palms were warm and extremely soft.It's different from someone like Chen Chen who holds a gun for a long time.The backs and palms of Chen Chen's hands were wrapped, and even the fingertips began to feel warm.

"...... What kind of breakfast did you buy?" Chen Chen pulled out his hand a little uncomfortably, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the several colorful bags in front of him.

"Sweet soy milk, sweet bean curd, and sweet cakes and sweet fried dough sticks, which one do you want?" Chen Ting opened the plastic bags one by one, and the aroma began to waft.

"...Why are they all sweet?" Chen Chen said with some disgust, he picked up two bags with his fingertips and glanced inside, only to feel his head hurt.

"Then I like sweet ones." Chen Ting stared at Chen Chen aggrievedly, the redness in his eyes hadn't disappeared yet.He looked down at the sweet biscuits and sweet soy milk, then looked up at Chen Chen, and suddenly picked up the lid resentfully and re-closed the lunch box.

"Then I'll buy it again." After saying that, he really stood up.Chen Chen hated his appearance the most, subconsciously grabbed his hand and hurriedly said: "Just eat this!"

Chen Ting spared no effort to let go of his hand, and whispered while moving, "Forget it, if you don't like food, I'll still..."

"Sit down for me!" Chen Chen's voice raised unconsciously, he hooked the corners of his eyes, and the forceful momentum came out, Chen Ting turned around reluctantly, Chen Chen's expression was soft After a while, he sat up, then patted his side and said softly, "Sit here."

Chen Ting sat down next to him, and Chen Chen leaned over to get the sweet bean curd from the tea table. He stirred gently with a spoon while blowing, and when the temperature was about the same, he handed it to Chen Ting and said, "Eat, you and I eat together."

Chen Ting laughed instantly, his crooked eyes seemed to be crushed stars.He took the bowl and lowered his head to taste it. It seemed that it was not enough, so he took another sip.

"Uncle, do you remember the last time we had breakfast together?"

Chen Chen's eyes dimmed and he didn't answer.Chen Ting stared at his profile and said softly, "It was seven years ago, and I also ate sweet bean curd."

Chen Chen remained silent, scooping up the sweet bean curd into his mouth mouthful after mouthful.Chen Ting was very close to him, and his knees rubbed unconsciously through the material of his trousers.Chen Chen didn't move.

"......" Chen Chen's body froze suddenly, he only felt his shoulders sink, and Chen Ting leaned his face on it.Chen Chen didn't move, numb currents passed through his limbs and bones, his adam's apple moved, and he was about to speak, but someone preempted him.

"Uncle, I miss you." Chen Ting's voice was low, his right cheek was pressed against Chen Chen's shoulder, and his eyes were fixed on the blanket on the ground for a moment.His right hand slowly and tentatively moved over, passing through Chen Chen's arm and holding his hand.