Walking Through Fire for You

Special Service Squadron, West Second District Detachment, Beixun City.

In the evening, on the playground, the soldiers were uniform in camouflage clothing, and their military appearances were neat and tidy. The red light between heaven and earth shone on their faces, sweating like rain.

Lin Luxiao was holding a board with one arm, his back was straight, his eyes swept across these straight faces, there was sweat on his forehead, and his voice suddenly sank: "Stand up!"

Everyone stood upright and did not dare to breathe.

"Come here today, disband!"

Everyone was relieved and wiped their sweat.

The squad leader led the team to the cafeteria for dinner, the instructor ran from a distance, ran to stand still in front of Lin Luxiao, saluted, put his hands down and said, "The leader wants you to go to the detachment."

Lin Luxiao said, took off his gloves and handed them to the instructor. He turned to drive and was caught by the instructor.

The instructor is a genius. When the phone came over and listened to the other person’s tone, he knew that it must be a good thing, so he pulled Lin Luxiao to mention him a few words, even though he knew that this guy’s dog temper never listened to this. .

When the two of them walked out and down the stairs, the instructor leaned to his ears and said in a low voice, "You can do whatever the leader says, whether you find a wife for you, or give you a title and transfer, you are also the boss. Now, we have to pay close attention to the rest of the matter. Everyone wants to climb up, so you want to rush forward. What? Without you, our special service squadron is still a top soldier, every year, five stars! Brave, they can follow your temper, after all, you have to think about yourself!"

The instructor felt that he should have said enough, but Lin Luxiao only glanced at him, said nothing, patted him on the back, and stepped down the steps to the parking lot.

The instructor looked at him and sighed.

Lin Luxiao had just arrived in the detachment and was not in a hurry to find the leader. Instead, he smoked two cigarettes in the hall. When he squinted and thought about life, he was lightly patted on the back. He turned his head and put the cigarette in his mouth with his fingertips. He didn't smoke, and a girl in a military cap and uniform stood behind him.

Glancing at the visitor, Lin Luxiao smoked a cigarette and turned back, faintly vomiting smoke.

Lin Mei was unhappy, and stepped in front of him: "If the leader is looking for you, don't you hurry up and leave here to smoke?"

Lin Mei is Lin Luxiao's cousin.

In the military academy where the two went together, one was assigned to the special service squadron after graduation, and the other was assigned to the detachment logistics and civil service after graduation. In all, Lin Mei's current military rank is one level higher than Lin Luxiao.

Lin Luxiao pinched the cigarette, put on a hat, and said to Lin Mei, "Go."

"Your dad was looking for me a few days ago!"

Lin Mei yelled at his back, Lin Luxiao stopped looking back.

...

Lin Luxiao gave a report, and the people inside glanced at him, "Come in."

He went in and closed the door with his backhand.

"sit down."

The director pointed to the chair in front of him.

Lin Luxiao took off his hat, set it upright on the table, pulled the chair away and sat down.

The man behind the table is in his forties, he is less than fifty years old, has four sides, white hair on his temples, and his eyes are particularly energetic. He said with a smile, "Lu Xiao, are you twenty-nine this year?"

"Yes."

The director nodded, and stopped going around, and said straightforwardly: "It's not like that you are always on the front line. I have already mentioned it to the organization and applied to be transferred to the brigade. I will take the exam next month. Interview, read more books during this time, don't make trouble for me."

"..."

Lin Luxiao did not speak.

He graduated from the military academy at the age of 23 and entered the special service squadron. He is one of the few military academies to be directly assigned to the special service squadron after graduation. The secret service has a lot of work and good conditions. Some fire-fighting equipment has just been transported back by air, and it is first sent to the secret service to practice and then gradually promoted to the grassroots squadron. The special service system is more stringent. Generally, several advanced soldiers with strong comprehensive qualities will be selected from each fire squadron to enter the special service squadron.

Those who graduated from military academy are selected unless the leader likes them very much or they are very capable.

Lin Luxiao belongs to both.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, the director knocked on the table, "If you have an idea, just mention it!"

What thoughts could Lin Luxiao have? If he refused to be dispatched, the Director could pick up the ashtray on the table and kill him.

There is no word rejection in the military dictionary.

"Yes!"

The director waved his hand, "Take advantage of the fact that you are handing over the things in your hand to the instructor these days. You have to change your temper when you go to the brigade. It's your birthday tomorrow. It's twenty-ninth. It's time to marry a daughter-in-law! Focus on the bright spots. One who can take care of the family."

Drive people out after speaking.

Lin Luxiao saluted him and walked outside with a good hat. He was used to it. Every year, the chatter went back and forth.

Not on duty tonight, he drove home straight after leaving the detachment without changing his clothes.

The city is very noisy at night.

The car turned into the community, stopped, and went upstairs with the car key.

When I was taking the key at the door, I smelled an unfamiliar smell of smoke, and I glanced up and saw a thin black figure standing at the entrance of the fire escape corridor.

Nanchu stood against the wall, with smoke between his fingertips, sparks gleaming in the dark, and the corridor was misty by her.

The girl was wearing a low-cut black dress, her figure was fit and well-proportioned, and her figure was uneven. The fair skin was lined more delicately in the dark night, the skirt was very long, just covering the ankles, Lin Luxiao squinted, there was a black group, a pair of gray shoes, the muscles and bones of her instep were highlighted.

She is really thin.

The windows of the corridor are half open.

A passing wind rushed in, and the black dress was blown up and danced with the wind, like a stream of black smoke, blowing on the wall, more beautiful than the mural.

Nan Chu pinched the cigarette **** and walked towards him.

"How did you come?"

Lin Luxiao opened the door and asked without emotion.

"I'll help you celebrate your birthday."

Nan Chu stopped beside him, Lin Luxiao looked down when the skirt was blowing to the hem of his trousers, and on his white and slender ankle was a black moth flying gracefully.

Weird tattoo.

Strange woman.

Lin Luxiao threw the key on the cabinet, and he changed his slippers and walked in.

Nanchu stood at the door, thinking that before, he would always change shoes and throw away the keys when he entered the door.

She followed up and closed the door with her backhand. She looked down and found no extra slippers. When she looked up, the man took off his jacket and went into the bedroom. The army jacket was folded and hung on the sofa.

"Are there any slippers!" Nan Chu shouted into it.

After a long while, there was a lazily saying, "No."

There was no shoe cover, Nan Chu simply took off his shoes and walked in barefoot.

Lin Luxiao changed his upper body into a white T-shirt and came out with military pants underneath. He was wearing slippers. He sat on the sofa with his elbows on his thighs, touched the cigarette case on the coffee table, took one out, and lit it. , Sit on the sofa and smoke.

Nanchu looked around and found that his house was bigger than before, but he didn't have a lot of things, probably because he didn't live all the time, he didn't have much popularity.

The clock on the wall was ticking.

"You lack a mistress in this house."

After ten minutes of observation, Nanchu came to a conclusion.

Lin Luxiao was choked directly, glanced at her lightly, curled the corner of his mouth, ignored her, turned his head and continued smoking.

Nan Chu walked over and stood in front of him.

The two were facing each other, one standing, the other sitting with Erlang's legs up.

The hem of Nan Chu's skirt floated gently, rubbing against the back of his instep from time to time, making it itchy.

He held the cigarette between his fingertips and glanced down.

The girl stood barefoot, her toes were slender, like tender lotus root teeth, and the moths at the ankles were more obvious, as if they were moving with the swinging skirt.

"What do you think about me?"

Lin Luxiao raised his head just to meet her round eyes.

The pupils are darker than ink, and there is water.

He lowered his eyes and his eyes fell.

Nanchu folded his arms and bent down to look at him. The flesh on his chest was squeezed into a pile. The role of the little black dress exuded brilliance. The white and tender and delicate clavicle was a beautiful and plump curve of a woman, which was totally different from the last time Yima Pingchuan An attraction.

Lin Luxiao thought:

Damn it, it's amazing.

The dark nightclub is a bit special. Looking at the silence outside the window, I always feel that the power of men is invisibly amplified, and women are particularly coquettish and infinitely reverie.

"Go to the door and put on your shoes." Lin Luxiao said.

Looking upset.

At the beginning of the south, he did not move.

Lin Luxiao kicked her slippers again, "put them on."

Nanchu satisfactorily slipped in, 43 size men's shoes, still carrying a little bit of temperature.

"Your feet are so big, it seems to be bigger than an average man." He sighed sincerely.

Lin Luxiao snorted, took a cigarette, raised his eyebrows and said, "You have seen many of them."

"..."

Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Lin Luxiao's. Nan Chu pointed to his shiny trouser pocket. He looked down, with a cigarette in his hand, and took her aside, "You stand still. "After finishing speaking, staring at her skirt.

After making sure that he wouldn't rub him again, he took out the phone from his trouser pocket.

That skirt is really upsetting.

As soon as the phone was picked up, someone yelled, "Open the door to Lao Tzu!"

Lin Luxiao glanced at her subconsciously and said to the person on the phone, "No."

"..."

"I came to celebrate your birthday!"

Lin Luxiao frowned, probably annoying, "I'm already asleep."

"If you don't open it, you won't hang it up. If you hang up, you will hit the door as hard as you can when you turn it off!"

Lin Luxiao cursed swear words, threw the phone on the sofa, and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened.

"Happy birthday! Dangdangdang!"

First he stretched his hands in, carrying two bottles of red wine, and then came in with a fat head, round and round like a dumpling.

The fat man saw Nan Chu standing in the middle of the living room at a glance.

"Fuck!!!!!!!!!!"

With a loud roar from him, five or six heads came in together behind him.

Then there was a neatly drawn roar, "Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Lin Luxiao: "Sick?"

The fat man pointed to Nanchu behind him, and with hindsight, "No wonder you asked you to open the door and you didn't open it. You said you were asleep!? Did we bother you?!"

Lin Luxiao dangled his cigarette and stared at him silently.

The fat man walked in front of Nan Chu and stretched out a greasy fat hand, "beautiful, my name is Liu, I am Lin Luxiao's daughter."

Before Nan Chu could speak, he said: "Why do I look at you a little familiar."

Nan Chu also stretched out his hand, "Hello."

The fat man shook his hand and said to his heart, Mom feels so good.

The fat man was really enthusiastic, and he refused to let go: "I'm sorry, Lu Xiao didn't tell us that you are there. If you know you are there, we will definitely not come to death—"

Lin Luxiao took the cigarette off and kicked his ass, "What the hell!"

Liu finally let go and smiled: "He is jealous! I'm so happy to see you!"

"..."

"Being brothers for so many years, none of the brothers have seen him get along with a woman! Really!" Da Liu stretched out three fingers, "I swear, he really didn't have a girlfriend before!"

Nanchu: "Really?"

Liu almost got his heart out: "It's more real than a pearl. We all thought he had a problem with his sexual orientation, which made it difficult for us to play with him for a while--"

"..."

Before Liu finished speaking, Lin Luxiao carried him away by the neck.

Liu was dragged away, still talking: "Hey—how do I think she is a bit familiar."

The brothers sat down on the sofa and lined up. Lin Luxiao pinched his waist and asked Nan Chu, "You go first?"

Da Liu hurriedly shouted: "Don't, we are going to leave, how can we drive your wife away?!"

Lin Luxiao stared at Liu with a black face, "You shut up."

Nan Chu nodded, picked up the bag on the sofa, took off his shoes to Lin Luxiao, and walked out the door.

Just opened the door.

The wrist was suddenly pulled, and there was a rough and gentle feeling.

Nanchu turned his head, Lin Luxiao loosened his hand, copied it into his pocket, looked at her, his eyes were quiet, "If you don't stay, I will send you back when it's over."