Waiting For The Wind Warming Up To Kiss You

Two or three in the morning.

The staff at the gas station yawned and looked tired. The incandescent lamp emits dim and pale light, and there are dark alleys beside it.

A black Honda without a license plate drove out, stopped, and two young men with dull expressions came down inside. Order the staff at the gas station to fill up the gas. Then walked vainly to the rest area, and one person lit a cigarette to relax.

The long corridor, the light bulbs flickering and flickering, the two murmured and talked in low voices. Suddenly, one of them felt that something was wrong, but for a while it was impossible to be sure where this feeling came from.

There is someone nearby.

The smell of nicotine spreads faintly.

He turned his head to look, preparing to observe secretly, suddenly his cell phone rang. His eyes moved upwards, just in time with the strange man.

The distance is a little far away. His face is white, his eyes are cold and terrifying, his expression is cold, and the lights are dimming and bright above his head.

That look...

In just a second, his heart sank suddenly, took a step back, and pushed his comrades around him.

Before he could react, Xu Xingchun quickly drew his gun at them, showed his ID, and said in a deep voice, "Police, hold your head in your hands, all get down!"

While they were dumbfounded, the colleague next to him acted on the spot and went up and threw one down.

At the same time, Xu Xingchun pressed the other one with his knee and controlled his hands.

On the silent road in the middle of the night, the roar of the car's refueling motor and the harsh brakes of the sharp turn reverberated. A Jeep led the way, recklessly walking through the streets and alleys, with a few police cars and a white Audi clinging to the back.

"Adjust the police force to chase the blockade near Hongjiang District Tou Street, and the two men were escorted back first!"

After shouting a few words into the walkie-talkie, Xu Xingchun blew the horn, lowered the car window, aimed at the sky above, and fired several bangs to warn him.

Hearing the gunshots, the jeep in front of it kept accelerating, becoming more and more frantic, rushing into a desperate manner. Some people even came out of the window and shot in this direction. Xu Xingchun threw the walkie-talkie aside, turned the steering wheel skillfully, and instantly shifted gears, the accelerator pedal to the bottom, passing by a police car next to him.

Turning a corner at extreme speed, it is another hearse drifting. Fu Xueli was almost thrown out, knocked her head on the glass accidentally, and stared at the gold star.

It happened to be my own sin. I couldn't get out of the car just now, so I thought that the retribution would come so quickly!

She was in pain while scolding herself inwardly. He stubbornly held the handle on the side, only to feel that the adrenal glands are soaring, and the stomach is constantly churning, and I want to vomit. Out of breath, a heart touched his throat.

Before it was too late to take a break, the speed of the car increased again. It was almost a life-and-death speed, and the chassis of the car felt like it was flying off the ground. There was a slight earthquake in Fu Xueli's ears. When he was half alive, he looked at the dial and admired Xu Xingchun's speed.

But the sirens sounded all around, the smell of gunpowder from guns. It seemed that there was an immersive cop movie, which was really thrilling and thrilled to grandma's house.

The group of people in the jeep are obviously very familiar with this place, trying to get rid of the round up, turning left and right around, the afterglow of the car's taillights finally disappeared at the corner of a street corner.

"Grass, I lost it!" The walkie-talkie came out again, with a grumpy tone, and angrily shouted: "He has run away for them again, looking at the direction to the suburbs, and arranging people to chase from the river bank!"

The police cars behind have slowed down a bit.

"Xu Xingchun...I feel like I'm going to throw up." In the co-pilot, Fu Xueli's face was pale, and she spoke very haggardly.

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"Xu Xingchun, where did you go?"

"Do you think it's a superhero in a comic?"

"I'm very sad...Don't be like this, okay..."

"......"

The memory fragments in the dream were mixed together, her breathing trembled, and Fu Xueli woke up with a splitting headache.

I opened my eyes in a daze, feeling that everything above was spinning, dripping with cold sweat. The humidifier next to it was spraying water vapor, and she closed her eyes again, and took a breath, slowly.

where is this...

Fu Xueli stood up, her eyes blank, and looked around.

The decoration is extremely simple, and it is so empty that nothing else except the whitewashed walls, a low wooden table, the most common white lamp tube, a desk piled with files, and a sink for washing hands.

The memory stops at...

She couldn't stand the motion sickness, so she rushed down and supported the railing to vomit, vomiting faintly. And then...

Then I fainted.

There is really no cure for hypoglycemia. Fu Xueli has been like this since high school, and can't stand for long in the morning. Before staying up late to film, she fainted several times on the set, which made others think she was terminally ill. Over time, the body is getting worse and worse.

Patter-someone opened the door and walked in.

Fu Xueli turned her head fascinatedly and saw Xu Xingchun carrying a bag of things.

Her gaze floated on him, a mouth, hoarse and dry throat, "What time is it, where am I?"

Xu Xingchun ignored it, untied the plastic bag, and put a bowl of porridge on the table. He took out the bowls and chopsticks, and a series of movements were methodical and silent.

In a short while, he restored the peace of daily life. Remaining reserved, do not like words. He didn't respond to what others said.

If it hadn't been through last night, Fu Xueli would really not see that Xu Xingchun had such a violent and exciting side, as if he had changed.

But I have to say that the usual gentle indifference and the crazy and fierce conflict last night brought that kind of self-consciousness of contradiction-for a woman, there is a very fatal, masculine attraction.

Especially when he raised his gun, he was so handsome and trembling in front of any nymphomaniac girl.

Fu Xueli lifted the quilt and got out of bed. After two steps, her legs became weak and she almost didn't fall over. So he sat back on the bed.

She knows Xu Xingchun's temper. He must be angry at her appearance. Without daring to approach him, Fu Xueli observed the surroundings, obediently not daring to make trouble.

Every time she was unwell, his mood was not right.

I still remember the flu virus in the first year of high school. Lying in the hospital, she had a high fever and cut her finger. I was quarantined, and my consciousness was vague at the time, and I was able to wake up occasionally a few times on the way. Only Xu Xingchun stayed by her side without eating or drinking. He put the wound on his finger to his lips and kissed repeatedly, and he was not afraid of being infected at all.

His look.

It seems that I really want to die with her.

The author has something to say:

Old folks, now the same box is sugar. No matter what sugar it is.

Glass residue sugar is also sugar! Rounding can be regarded as a car!