Chapter 20： (Three thousand comments plus more) (2/2)

This is the fourth day that Fu Zhen was kidnapped. During this period of time, he has not touched any water or eaten a grain of rice. He feels hypoxia and his eyelids are getting heavier. Now he just wants to close his eyes and sleep well. Yes, but he also knows that he can't sleep. I'm afraid he will never wake up from this sleep.

Fu Zhen understands Liu Han's intentions. He just wants to trap himself here. He has no relatives and no reason. Even if he disappears, no one will come to him. He just doesn't know how soon his bones will be discovered.

Knowing that there would be such a difficulty long ago, he should write a will in advance and leave all his little savings to Jiang Hengshu.

Fu Zhen sighed silently. He was really tired. There was a chaos in his mind. There were only a few fuzzy figures inside. However, he was quickly swallowed by the white mist. His eyelids gradually drooped and plunged into darkness.

...

Fu Zhen was awakened by a loud knock on the door. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep. He lifted his heavy eyelids and looked in the direction of the door. Liu Han has the key to this tin house, so he should be outside. It wouldn't be him. Fu Zhen opened his mouth to ask for help, but his voice was too small, like a mosquito.

Fu Zhen bit his lip vigorously to make himself more awake. He opened his mouth and let out a hysterical sound. The volume was still low, like a trapped beast in the empty tin room.

But fortunately, the people outside never gave up. The iron door finally fell down with a bang. A tall figure stood at the door, moonlight pouring down on him, and behind him was a place of shining stars.

The breeze was blowing slowly, and the winter ice and snow turned into blooming flowers all over the place at this moment.

Fu Zhen thought he had hallucinations.

That is……

Jiang Hengshu.

”You... why are you here?” Fu Zhen's voice was very hoarse, and his voice was torn when speaking. With the pain, his voice was too small and too small, I wonder if Jiang Hengshu could hear it.

Jiang Hengshu walked towards Fu Zhen in silence, squatted down in front of Fu Zhen, and then untied the rope from Fu Zhen.

Fu Zhen stared blankly at all this in front of him. He seemed to be dreaming. He was afraid that when he woke up, Jiang Hengshu would disappear. He didn't know what he could do to keep him.

Tears seemed to be falling beads, one after another rolling down from his eyes, dripping on the back of Jiang Hengshu's hand, Jiang Hengshu seemed to feel something, raised his head, and collided with Fu Zhen's eyes.

Jiang Hengshu seemed to sigh lightly. He raised his hand to carefully dry the tears on Fu Zhen's face, stood up and said to him, ”Let's go.”

Fu Zhen said in a low voice, except that he had a leg injury. He had been frozen in the tin room for the past two days and was unable to walk at all. Fu Zhen raised his head and looked at Jiang Hengshu, his eyes covered with water, watching It looks very pitiful.

”Can't leave?” Jiang Hengshu asked him.

Fu Zhen nodded.

”I'll carry you.” Jiang Hengshu turned his back to Fu Zhen, squatting down in front of him.

The back in front of him was broad and warm, Fu Zhen lay on it, his head leaning on Jiang Hengshu's shoulder, his eyelids quickly drooped, and he began to feel sleepy.

Jiang Hengshu took out a small bottle of mint candy from his pocket and delivered it to Fu Zhen's hand: ”Don't sleep, you eat lump candy first.”

He walked out of the blue tin house with Fu Zhen on his back, and his car was on the small road not far away.

Under the cold moonlight, the shadows of Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen were intertwined, like a twin tree born from ancient times, inseparable.

The evening breeze blew the branches and made a rustling noise. Fu Zhen felt better after eating the candy. He couldn't help calling Jiang Hengshu: ”Jiang Hengshu?”

Jiang Hengshu gave a hum and said nothing else.

”Jiang Hengshu...”

”What's the matter?” Jiang Hengshu asked.

Fu Zhen's arms around Jiang Hengshu tightened slightly, and his breath fell on Jiang Hengshu's neck.

Moonlit night, withered pine, small house... everything is so beautiful, like a dream. There is a word in his heart that he wants to tell him.

I like you……

But in the end, Fu Zhen didn't say this sentence.

”The moonlight is so beautiful tonight,” he said.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to contact the editor to remove the sweet text label, but the editor said that the label can only be changed if it is not on the list. I am very sorry because the sweethearts who came in because of sweet text, probably my understanding of sweet text appeared A little deviation, I felt that there was no misunderstanding about the relationship between the attack and the receiver, and the later development was relatively sweet. It should be considered a sweet article, but it seems that the little cuties are not acceptable.

I'm sorry again, but I promise with my deposit box that the later stage is really sweet.