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As night fell, No. 76 was brightly lit.

Wang Manchun hadn't been out since she sat in the office in the afternoon, and the documents were handed in one after another, waiting for her to sign.Liang Zhongchun's operation department was investigating the scene and threw all the photos on her desk in the evening.

"Here." Liang Zhongchun took off his hat: "You've been analyzing it all afternoon, have you made any progress?" He put his walking stick by the door and leaned on the sofa by himself. Seeing that Wang Manchun didn't intend to entertain him, he had no choice but to Stand up and get a glass of water.

"I have some doubts." Wang Manchun looked up at him making tea by himself, and said, "First, why did Nantian die in Chief Ming's car. Second, why did she go to Wutong Road. Third... Ah Cheng Why aren't you there?"

Liang Zhongchun raised his head when he heard the words: "Huh?"

"Senior Brother uses the car of the Ming Mansion, Ah Cheng has always been his driver, why is he not here this time?"

Liang Zhongchun thought for a while: "Maybe Nan Tian borrowed it?"

"Because of reason, Ah Cheng should send Section Chief Nantian there." Wang Manchun put down the pen, "He is such a serious and steady person, he should not make mistakes..."

"You even suspect him?" Liang Zhongchun sat back on the sofa, holding the hot tea and dared not drink, turned his head to look at the closed door, then turned around and asked quietly: "Do you really suspect that Mingcheng did this?" of?"

Wang Manchun raised her eyebrows: "Did I say anything?"

Liang Zhongchun was blocked by a sentence, and drank tea resentfully: "Then what do you think?"

Wang Manchun looked at his watch, it was already off-duty time.Ah Cheng said that he would not come to pick her up, so he should go directly to Wang's mansion.

"You don't have to guess what I think, I'll let you know the result." She got up to pack her things, "Also, the special high school will definitely intervene in this case, so we have to prepare our arguments in advance. As for my doubts about Ah Cheng... ...Do you dare to speak out?"

Liang Zhongchun rolled his eyes: "They are all grasshoppers on the same rope, so please stop teasing me, Director Wang."

"Then please, it's time for me to get off work." Wang Manchun issued an order to evict the guest without mercy.

The street lights were dim, but there was no one under them.

Wang Manchun stood at the intersection and waited for a long while but no one came. Thinking that Ah Cheng might still be dealing with business, he went back to Wang's mansion by himself.

Ah Qing has been away for four days, and the food at home is almost gone, except for milk toast and eggs, there is almost nothing left.Holding her breath, she poured milk into a pot and boiled it hot to make dinner for herself.

Time passed by, she ate a piece of toast and drank half a glass of milk, impatiently threw the uneaten fried egg, plates and cups on the dining table, and went upstairs by herself.

After washing, he was sitting in front of the bed and wiping his hair, when he heard the doorbell faintly.

She looked down from the window of the small living room, and Mingcheng was standing in front of the gate in a black coat. His figure was thin and tall, like a sharp sword, trying to pierce through the thick night and this chaotic era.

My heart suddenly became soft and messy, and the anger that had been burning all afternoon disappeared the moment I saw him.

Ah Cheng seemed to be aware of her gaze, looked up and met her eyes, with a gentle and indifferent smile, as if trying to soothe her messy heart.

She disliked herself for a few seconds, ran downstairs to open the door, and threw herself into his arms.

The only thought in my heart is that he is still alive.He was fine, still holding her, the strength of his arm seemed to want to rub her into his arms, his breath wrapped around her temples, and he took a deep breath.

Before she could complain, she was wrapped in his coat and sent into the house: "Run out when your hair is still wet, beware of catching a cold."

He went upstairs with his arms around her and led her into the bedroom without any explanation.

Wang Manchun didn't struggle, seeing him come over with a drying towel to dry her hair, while wiping, nagging that she didn't know how to take care of herself.

This scene is very familiar. Many years ago, there was such a person who covered her head with a hot towel and held her in his arms. Afterwards, there was a warm and long...

She knelt by the bed and kissed his lips.

Ah Cheng's lips felt a bit chilly in the cold night, she tried to poke her tongue in, but he took control of her.The smell mixed with a bit of tobacco easily wiped out her consciousness.

The long hair was half dry and half wet, and he reached out to pick it up and put it behind her head.

"Dry your hair first, dear." He said vaguely, and she snorted coquettishly: "No, just catch a cold. You hurt me and I catch a cold. It's just right."

Ah Cheng pulled her shoulders to slightly distance the two of them: "Nonsense."

She pouted aggrievedly: "I didn't mess around!"

He pursed his lips: "I'm fine."

Wang Manchun didn't say a word. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he reached out to pick off his suit: "Show me where the injury is."

"I'm fine," he repeated. "You don't believe me?"

"Don't scare me with this. Trust and this are two different things." Wang Manchun sat back and narrowed his eyes: "You choose, take it off yourself or let me help you?"

Ah Cheng raised his lips: "Is there any difference in the result?"

There was a blush on her face, and she pretended to be angry and said, "Hurry up!"

Mingcheng shook his head helplessly, and began to unbutton himself.

Suits, vests, shirts... just as the bandages on the shoulders showed a corner, Wang Manchun sat up and asked in a deep voice, "Who did it?"

Ah Cheng paused, and he clearly saw the killing intent in her eyes.

"Manchun..."

"Who is it?" She interrupted him, looking coldly into his eyes.

"This is all within the plan." Ah Cheng said, "Only in this way can the task be completed."

"I don't care about the mission," Wang Manchun grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons, exposing his entire upper body to the air, speaking calmly, "If this bullet misses..."

"It won't be biased." Ah Cheng said, "This plan can only succeed and not fail."

"You're talking nonsense!" Wang Manchun broke out suddenly: "If, I mean, if the bullet goes a little further here, you will die of infection because the bullet entered your body without treatment." Her finger rested on his chest Front: "If you get here, congratulations, you won't even see the doctor's face, and you will be shot dead on the spot!" She raised her head, her eyes burning with fire: "You told me it was a minor injury? Then you have to wait until you Is it a serious injury to be killed by a single shot? Huh?"

Ah Cheng remained silent, Man Chun closed her eyes, and said softly: "Even if you tell me you are still alive and you are back, do you know what I think?" She paused: "I I don't care who you work for or who you are from, I don't care! I only know that you are my Cheng, and no one can hurt you. Even if it is your people, I can't touch you!"

The room was filled with a warm atmosphere, his and her breath intertwined and spread.She let go of him, got out of bed, took out a cigarette from the desk and lit it, and stood in front of the window.

After a long time, about as long as a cigarette, Ah Cheng slowly said, "Man Chun."

She didn't speak, but her fingertips trembled slightly, tightly holding the cigarette.

"The one who shot me was..." Ah Cheng pursed his lips, "It was my elder brother."

The cigarette fell to the ground suddenly, and she looked at him in disbelief: "What?"

Ash nodded.

"Is he crazy? Why did he make this plan? Is there any reason why he has to do it? Don't you always claim to be able to do assassinations calmly and without bloodshed? Why do you have to be injured just to kill Nantian?"

Ah Cheng couldn't bear it, and strode over, taking her into his arms.When she touched his arms, she began to cry instantly, and said while crying: "...Why, why did he abandon me and want me to lose you...Who does he think he is..."

"Good boy." Ah Cheng stroked her hair with his hand: "Good boy, am I here well? You haven't lost me, I'm still here."

"What about the next time? What about the next time? One day we will die, Ah Cheng." She struggled out of his arms: "I don't want to see you die...I...I want you to live well, Is it that difficult?"

"Man Chun, listen to me." He pulled her shoulders and forced her to look at himself: "No one wants to die, but you know, there are always things in this world that need someone to do, and this person may be me. , or someone else. I should thank my elder brother for his accurate marksmanship so that the two situations you mentioned did not occur. In this plan, no one can replace me. No one will trust him without defense, only I!"

He panted heavily, endured the severe pain of the wound, and tried to comfort the woman in front of him with words: "You asked me what faith is like." He smiled slightly, but the pain made his eyes shine. Tears: "Faith is what you said, the straw of the lifesaver, the lighthouse in the dark. I alone cannot give our motherland a future, but there are thousands of me in this country, and our motherland has a future. You know ?"

She was stunned, as if she had been enlightened, she was penetrated from beginning to end.

His analogy... was what she and Minglou said while sitting on the bench under the setting sun.It turned out that he remembered, even what she had forgotten, he still remembered.

Such an extreme, almost self-harming plan, when he said it, became a ray of light, illuminating her confused heart.

Her fingers stroked his injured shoulder, tears fell uncontrollably, and he wiped them away one by one.His love is also like a light, igniting her dark heart.

Her lover is a revolutionary, a revolutionary who fights alone for the future of the country.

She held his face and offered her kiss. The more tears she wiped away, the more intense her kiss became.She hugged his shoulder tightly, being careful not to touch his wound.

Since they will all die one day, since... every tomorrow may be their death day...

Ah Cheng let her pull himself down on the bed, listening to her bewildered voice whispering in his ear: "Say you love me..."

Her legs hooked around his waist, like an invitation, her white thighs were exposed in front of him, waiting for his presence.

"...I'm afraid of death..." She hugged his head and said softly.

He felt her hands groping around him in a panic, trying to undo his last blockade, and the tip of her tongue was teasing in his mouth, trying to awaken the desire in his heart.

"Hey, don't be afraid." He freed up a hand to wipe her tears.

"Do you love me?" She had never looked at him helplessly before asking this question.

He was silent.

"Ah Cheng..." She didn't even say his name, her voice was blocked by his overwhelming kisses.

His body pressed up, turning all her anxieties into watery tenderness, enveloping his passionate love.

Man Chun felt as if his body was being torn apart, and his fingers tightly grasped the sheet, unable to bear to leave a trace on his body.

His injury hasn't healed yet... She thought dimly.

In a trance, she seemed to see the lighthouse standing upright in the dark clouds.The body is like a small boat, swaying in the storm, the tide beats the rocks, and the seagulls are whining above the head.

She clung to him tightly, afraid that the next second would be parting.

The surging waves made it difficult for her to breathe, and at this moment, she vaguely heard his voice.

"I love you. There will never be anyone who loves you more than I do."

"So I won't die."

"I want to save my life and love you... forever."

The author has something to say:

I don’t know if I can pass it... Well, I wish the fourth and sixth grade friends a smooth exam~

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