Walking Through Fire for You

Chapter 73:

In addition to the previous shift, Lin Luxiao took seven days of marriage leave.

Before getting in the car, the brothers of Zhao Guo yelled to see him off, but were pressed by Lin Luxiao, "It's not that I won't be back."

Zhao Guo mumbled: "If you are hooked by your wife over there and refuse to come back, what about our bunch of recruits waiting to be fed?"

"I said that the end of the year is the end of the year. I can leave the team without a transfer? Okay, I will go back to training."

This is considered a reassurance.

Lin Luxiao kept calling Nanchu's cell phone after getting in the car, but none of them got through.

With a calm face, he glanced out of the window. The beautiful scenery and the emerald greenery had no intention of appreciating. The trees kept falling behind the car window, and his mind had already flown thousands of miles away.

Going home like an arrow, finally realized it.

He boringly flipped through his phone's WeChat chat history with Nanchu.

"When will you come back..."

"My rent has expired. I moved into your house. Where do you put your sheets?"

After a week, he replied: "On the top of the closet, have you found it?"

The little girl returned the next day: "I didn't find it. I bought a new one. It's still black."

"...Go back and tell you where everything is stored."

"Well, I saw my childhood idol yesterday."

"Ok?"

"I liked him when I was young, so I read his songs by myself. He is very well maintained now, hey... Captain, did you have an idol when you were young?"

When I was young?

Was the idol when I was young Zhou Enlai or Mao Zedong?

"It should be Comrade Mao."

there:"……"

He explained to her: "When I was young, my grandfather told me and Lin Qi about the deeds of these two people, what Shili Changjie sent to the prime minister, and the money spent at the time was the head of Comrade Mao, so he was curious to find them. Look at the biography."

I really liked it later.

In particular, Mao Zedong's words are majestic and magnificent, sweeping the country.

He is sensitive to numbers and remembers formulas quickly. Some formulas can be deduced without looking at them. The most headache is to recite poems, especially love poems. He sits in the classroom early, stares at the book for a lesson, and covers it. His head is blank.

It's not like Liu, and the grades are average, but the love poems strayed back.

The only thing I can recite is Mao Zedong's words.

That day, I returned quickly: "Very ambitious, Captain..."

He curled his lips and smiled.

There were not a few pieces of information in total, and he read it over and over several times, but felt it was fresh every time.

After more than ten hours of driving, as soon as people got off the car, the wind in Beixun knew that they had returned to their hometown. Although it was almost into the spring, the wind was still blunt and painful.

Lin Luxiao had nothing, so he had a black satchel on his shoulder with some change of clothes in it.

Originally, no one notified, but finally received a call from Shen Mu on the train last night, knowing that he was coming back today, and picked him up at the door early. There was a black cross country parked at the door, and he honked his horn twice.

Lin Luxiao went over, dropped the bag in the back seat, and got into the co-pilot, shaking the wind and snow outside.

Shen Mu brought glasses today, frameless, and wearing a shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He put his hands on the window edge and looked at him: "How many days have you gotten your wedding leave?"

Lin Luxiao was a little tired as he leaned on the seat, putting his hands on his eyes, "Seven days."

Shen Mu nodded, started the car, and teased: "The treatment is good. I just called Liu and I know you are coming back and have already found a good place. Have a drink in the past?"

Lin Luxiao shook his head, "Besides, I will go home to see Nanchu."

Shen Mu: "What happened to the Southern Chu Dynasty?"

Lin Luxiao put down his hand, sat upright, looked out the window, and exhaled: "I don't know, I can't contact, I won't answer the phone, I won't answer the text message, let's drive."

Shen Mu didn't speak any more, and just kicked the accelerator.

Midway, Shen Mu answered the call, his tone became quite cold, and Lin Luxiao turned to look at him.

Shen Mu wore a Bluetooth headset, looked forward, and talked to the opposite person in no mood, like a cold machine.

"Driving."

"There is no time today, tomorrow, not necessarily."

He sneered suddenly.

"All right, whatever you want."

Then he pulled out the earplugs a little irritably and threw them on the glove box.

From childhood to adulthood, Shen Mu was considered the most temperamental and temperamental. He didn't get angry easily, and he wouldn't show it when he was really angry. This state was a little surprising.

However, Lin Luxiao just looked sideways, then quickly retracted his gaze, and fixedly looked out the window.

When he got home, Lin Luxiao took the things upstairs, and Shen Mu parked the car and followed.

When I opened the door and went in, the apartment was clean and empty, with no signs of being occupied. There was still his new key at the entrance, the curtains were blowing in the wind, and the shoes on the floor were neatly arranged. , It's all his.

Shen Mu: "How long have you not lived in this house?"

In the sun, dust is flying.

Lin Luxiao threw the bag on the sofa, took out his mobile phone and continued to call Nanchu.

The communication record has shown (103) dialed out.

There was still a cold female voice reminding to shut down.

Lin Luxiao stood with one hand pinched on his waist, his chest was violently ups and downs, and he sighed. With that expression, Shen Mu later recalled that even he felt a little scared.

Disappointed and severe.

Lin Luxiao took one last breath and called Secretary Zhang.

Secretary Zhang is not clear, so: "Nanchu? Haven't come back."

However, apart from Secretary Zhang, he didn't know who else he could call. He didn't have the phone number of her agent or her assistant.

The man leaned wearily on the sofa, with the phone left behind, his hands on his eyes, as if he had been drained for the last time.

Just run away like this.

He really won't forgive her anymore.

until--

Sitting on the sofa, Shen Mu made a call, then suddenly turned to look at Lin Luxiao, "She is filming in the movie studio, don't you know?"

Lin Luxiao suddenly lowered his head to flip through the text message, and leaned helplessly on the sofa: "I don't know, she didn't say it."

The insider was an actor from the same crew. He had seen him at a charity in his early years. Shen Mu had forgotten what he looked like. When he asked someone to inquire about his number and name, he remembered.

The other party laughed and teased, Shen Mu asked quietly: "Which movie studio?"

"Mingshan Film and Television City, are you coming over? I invite you to drink."

Shen Mu politely thanked him, ignored the other party's molesting, hung up the phone, turned around and said to Lin Luxiao: "In Mingshan, I just joined the group, I will drive you there?"

...

The weather this year is changeable, and there was a light snowfall in Mingshan in April, and it was already a good season for spring.

The little assistant shouted in Nanchu's ear that it's snowing.

Because it was a summer scene, a small snowfall caused the crew to temporarily cancel the afternoon shooting.

Nanchu finally got free, and caught a staff member and asked, "Where is there a place to replenish the card?"

Nanchu didn't talk much on the set. As the first staff member to be hooked up by the goddess of the nation, he suddenly stomped excitedly, "Car...car...car...mountain road, there are...there are...business halls, Your card is broken?"

"The phone has dropped."

The staff enthusiastically pointed to the mobile phone shop again.

As a result, Nanchu just changed his clothes and walked out of the studio's gate. I saw a car parked on the side of the road, a person wearing a black jacket leaning against the car door standing in the snow.

Snow flakes floating above his head like cotton wool, and the red wall tiles behind him are embedded with snow.

Lin Luxiao was lighting a cigarette in the snow, with a cigarette in his mouth. It hadn't been lit. Just as he fetched the lighter from his trouser pocket, he flicked the flame away, lowered his head and rubbed the cigarette butt, when someone ran over in front of him.

Like a gust of wind.

As soon as he subconsciously put out the fire, Nan Chu threw himself into his arms, hugged his waist, and rubbed his head against his chest, "Why are you here?"

Before coming, he kept thinking in the car.

Nanchu didn't tell him if he was afraid that he would come to her and be photographed, and that he would be a bit rash when he went like this, but let him go back like this, and a bit unwilling, he eagerly asked for seven days of marriage leave to go home, and the result was nothing I didn't see it.

But Nanchu didn't seem to mind just rushing into his arms like this.

Lin Luxiao took the cigarette from his mouth, rubbed it and put it into his trouser pocket. Nan Chu raised his head and was about to kiss him. He pushed her head and pulled it into the car.

With a cold face, it was just a meal: "What's the matter with your cell phone, it will always be off when you call you? Will you consider other people's feelings? When I see the sky, I ask Shen Mu to help me find someone. Do you think it is interesting? Or you Feel that Shen Muxian is panicking, people should help me find someone? If you think it’s inconvenient for me to come to you like this, you should tell me somehow, I’m very busy recently. Don’t come to me. If you say something like this, I will Won't be so angry—"

Nanchu was scolded and confused.

Before she finished her words, Lin Luxiao also noticed that there was a band-aid on her forehead, her heart twitched, she couldn't get off the stage, don't turn her face, calm down for a while, then turned back, raised her chin slightly, and said, "What about your forehead? What's going on?"

The little girl stared at him dumbfounded, her eyes were black and white, very innocent.

"You scold me like that, I feel very wronged."

Lin Luxiao was taken aback. She turned her head and ignored him. She sniffed and said, "My mother came a few days ago and smashed my phone and the card was in it. I haven't made up for it yet. I just got ready to go. Didn’t you say that you will have time off next month? I don’t know that you will be back soon. I couldn’t stay in this group for long. My play will be finished tomorrow, I thought so I don’t need to report to you for a short trip..."

After speaking, I really cried.

Tears rushed, and he wiped it pretentiously, "I found out that after getting the certificate, you became more and more fierce towards me. It's not the way you used to be. Sure enough, men get worse when they get married. I'm leaving. We are calm. Let's get off." After that, go to the cart door to get off.

Lin Luxiao panicked and dragged his shoulders back into his arms.

Nan Chu glanced at him sideways, "Don't drag me, let me calm down for a while."

Lin Luxiao hooked her tightly, pressed firmly in his arms, buried in her neck and whispered, "My fault."

Nanchu continued to "crying" and glanced at him again: "You are right, my fault, the fault is that I shouldn't like you, I don't think you like me at all, you never told me you like me."

When the little girl said this, Lin Luxiao was anxious, and he pulled it over and met her eyes, "Who shouldn't you like?"

"you!"

Lin Luxiao twisted his eyebrows and bit her lips hard.

"Say it again?!"

Nan Chu also went to bite him, and the two and the two struggling little beasts desperately bite each other, as if they were about to peel off each other.

At the end of the kiss, Lin Luxiao pressed her on the back seat, ready to go, but still pressed her throat and apologized to her in a low voice: "You shouldn't be violent, sorry. I just saw you at home and lost everything. I thought you were leaving again. Shen Mu said that you were filming here, but you didn't tell me. I thought you didn't want to disclose our relationship. It doesn't matter if you don't disclose it. Let's just do it. I have already received the certificate anyway. It feels like you can find it slowly, right? Our days are still long, but you will say that you shouldn’t like me, leave me and so on, I will really get angry, quarrels, you can make trouble anyway, as long as you don’t take this Be angry with me, whatever you do."

This is probably the longest passage Lin Luxiao has ever said.

"As long as you stop running around, you can do anything."

Nan Chu licked the tip of his throat, "It's OK to have **** with others?"

Lin Luxiao suppressed the anger in his chest, staring at her for a long time without speaking, Nan Chu shifted the base of his ears and held it lightly, his voice sank completely, and gritted his teeth and said, "A real knife and a real shot?"

Not angry is not a man.

"Stop teasing you, I don't need to shoot those." Nan Chuwo chuckled in his arms, and the man lay back, leaning on the sofa to pull his jacket: "Is what I just did?"

She felt touched by the crying scene, and her tears came as soon as she said, more emotional than any scene.

Lin Luxiao suddenly stopped his actions, raised an eyebrow and looked at her: "It's acting?"

Nan Chu nodded and touched the band-aid on his forehead: "The head is really smashed, and the ones I just said are fake. I'm angry with you."

How can you regret liking him?

Lin Luxiao squinted dangerously, "I am angry?"

Nan Chu pouted and stopped talking.

Lin Luxiao paused, "You are finished."

...

(Dialogue version)

Upon entering the hotel.

"Lin Luxiao——"

"Ok?"