Breaking Through the Clouds: 94.Chapter 94

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Jiang Ting stood there without saying a word, not knowing how long the time had passed, but a short moment was as long as a lifetime.

"You'd better put it away first, Yan Xiu." He finally said softly, his eyebrows drooping and he couldn't see the slightest emotion: "The things your parents leave you are very precious, don't give it to others easily."

Jiang Ting put the empty teacup on the coffee table, turned around and wanted to go, then Yan Xiu suddenly got up and twisted his hand: "Why?"

"We have already said..."

"No, that's what you think unilaterally. I never think that we are just a physical relationship."

"Promises related to life-long events cannot be decided as easily as you, and you didn't think about it clearly..."

"If I didn't think about it clearly, I don't know how many small models and actors have been packed in the past few years. Why am I chasing after you? Are you cheap?!"

Jiang Ting frowned and said nothing.

"..." Yan Xiu said bluntly, "I didn't mean that."

The atmosphere is difficult and tense, Jiang Ting looked at Yan Xiu for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Did you encounter any danger?"

Jiang Ting's keenness in logical thinking is simply overwhelming. Yan Xiu's back muscles stiffened for a moment, and then he denied: "No."

But Jiang Ting's eyebrows didn't relax: "Listen to Yan Xiu, this is not a joke. Today, the Lu Bureau called you to the Municipal Bureau because of..."

"Did you refuse to agree because you were afraid of dragging me into the water? Then have you ever thought that we are in fact a spouse now, whether you are willing to take this form or not, in the eyes of outsiders In fact, they are no different?!"

Yan Xi's lowered roar was shocking, reverberating repeatedly in the living room, and even the ice-like air trembled for a long time.

For a long while, Jiang Ting breathed out softly and shook his head: "No, it's really different...I can't explain it to you."

If you listen carefully, he speaks every word very reluctantly. It seems that the hidden meaning of the words makes him feel a little embarrassed deep in his heart, but the rage makes Yan Xiu ignore this point: "Where is it different? I advise you It’s best not to think that you are Jiang Ting. Some things are different once they happen. Do you think denial is useful? Having been a policeman for so many years, you don’t know what it means if you don’t know what you want to do?!"

Jiang Ting’s self-cultivation lies in the fact that no matter how difficult the situation is, he can restrain his emotions very well on the surface. It was not until Yan Xiufeng's wildfire-like rage was vented before he quietly said: "It’s mine. Wrong."

"Jiang stopped you!"

Jiang Ting's expression was numb, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word as if his strength was drained, and he gave a wry smile for a long time:

"It's my fault."

He walked around Yan Xiu who was standing upright, his steps were still controlled, and he walked into the guest bedroom step by step and closed the door with his backhand.

It was the first time that they slept in separate rooms in three weeks. Maybe it was because they woke up in the middle of the night and touched Jiang Ting’s hand to make sure that he was still alive. With. In a trance, he had many bizarre dreams, most of which had no specific pictures or colors, but some negative emotions that he usually suppressed deep in his heart were infinitely magnified, and even gave birth to violent tentacles, which caused him to enter the deep level. Sleep, you will immediately wake up with sweat.

At five o'clock in the morning, Yan Xi almost forced himself out of the dark nightmare with willpower, sat up suddenly, panted for a moment, and got out of bed.

His handsome, hard-lined face was reflected in the mirror, his hair was anxiously tousled, and scum appeared on his chin. Yan Xi was critical and unsatisfied and looked at himself, took a deep breath, and after a few ten seconds of silence, he exhaled completely, and finally felt that fiery anxiety was pushed back to the bottom of his heart.

"Jiang stopped?"

Yan Xiu knocked on the door. There was no echo in the guest bedroom. He suppressed his temper and said, "Jiang Ting? Open the door, let's have a good chat."

The mature and sophisticated temper of Deputy Yan Detachment was not developed since childhood. Before he went to the police academy at the age of eighteen, he was a master who was about to fall ill if he didn't see blood in a three-day fight. Thanks to the close cooperation between the People’s Democratic Dictatorship and the criminals over the past ten years after graduating from the police academy and working closely with each other, he has given him a full range of severe crackdowns and suppression. By the time he was in his thirties, Yan Xiu had already practiced as if he was a living change As an individual, no one but himself can remember how harsh and rude he was back then.

"Jiang Ting?" Yan Xiu finally felt something wrong: "Are you inside?"

With a click, he opened the door and entered, his temples jumped immediately, and the bedding on the guest's bed was neat and empty. I didn't know when Jiang Ting had left last night.

Boom!

The master bedroom door was hit against the wall and bounced back. In an instant, Yan Xiu stepped in, unplugged the cell phone that was charging on the bedside table, and dialed a number directly.

The bell was picked up just after the third ring, and Jiang Ting’s signature calm voice came from the other side: "Hey."

"Where are you?!" Yan Xiu said, covering his face.

"..." The ticking sound of driving on the turn signal came from the mobile phone. After a while, Jiang Ting said, "Yang Mei is next to me."

As soon as the words landed, Yan Xiu didn't even fight, so he turned around to change clothes and shoes to grab the car keys, and then went out to chase him.

"Don't come here, I won't see you when you come." Jiang Ting gave a steady warning like clairvoyance: "Calm down, Yan Xiu, we are all adults, we must be careful before making major decisions. Think about it for a few days. Both you and I need to give each other a little space to think about what happened during this time, otherwise we will act in a hurry on impulse, and if we regret it again, there will be no room for change."

Yan Xi grabbed the door handle: "How many days do you need?"

"What?"

"How many days do you need to promise me?!"

"..."On the other side of the mobile phone, only the noise of the vehicle was heard. After more than ten seconds, when Yan Xi was about to restrain the evil fire, he suddenly listened to Jiang Ting quietly and slowly said: "Maybe Think about it for a week."

There wasn't even a trace of sarcasm or helplessness in his tone, as if he had been thinking very carefully.

Yan Xi quickly released the crushed hand of the doorknob, and it took a long time to let out a cold hum from his nose: "Okay. I'll wait for you for a week."

Then he cut off the phone.

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The vehicle was galloping on the highway in the early morning, Yang Mei concealedly looked to her side with slanting eyes. Jiang Ting was expressionless, holding the steering wheel in one hand, and dropping the phone that ended the call into the glove box in the other. At that moment, she seemed to see his little finger trembling slightly.

——But it’s impossible. Did you read it wrong?

This idea just came out of Yang Mei's heart. Suddenly Jiang Ting bit his back molar as if he couldn't restrain it anymore, and slammed on the brake!

Squeaky-the rubber tires rubbed violently against the asphalt ground, and the eardrum was torn sharply. Yang Mei was caught off guard from leaning forward, and then she was slapped on the co-pilot by inertia, losing her voice: "Brother Jiang!"

Jiang Ting looked ahead, his shoulders and lumbar spine under his shirt were as tight as rocks, and only a few words came out from his bloodless lips for a long while: "Excuse me."

It’s too early at this time. There are not a few cars on the inter-provincial highway. Yang Mei looked around and asked in a frightened manner: "Brother Jiang... Did you sleep all night last night? Would you like to change me to drive? ……"

Jiang Ting raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously, and said, "Come on." Then he pushed the door and got out of the car.

After a short while, the car broke through the fog in the morning. Yang Mei, who put on flat shoes, couldn't help but constantly look up at the co-pilot as he drove: "Why don't you take a break, Brother Jiang, look at your face, Didn’t you sleep all night last night?"

She had a sour tone when she said this. Jiang Ting leaned her upper body deeply in the passenger seat, her face was indeed pale and haggard, and she shook her head unexpectedly: "I'm just in a bad mood."

For someone with introverted emotions like Jiang Ting, outsiders may not be able to hear him confess that he is in a bad mood for a lifetime. Yang Mei couldn't restrain the sourness of the tongue: "Is it because of the strict surname?"

Jiang Ting did not answer this question directly, instead he asked: "What kind of person do I look like in your eyes?"

Yang Mei didn't expect him to have such a problem suddenly, so she was stunned and almost missed a turn. She hurriedly turned on the lights and changed lanes: "Brother Jiang, what you said... Of course you don’t have anything in my eyes. I don’t know, everything is omnipotent. That Yan surname is fierce all day long and has a bad stomach. With two eyes hanging up like a god, how can he compare with you?"

Jiang stopped for a while.

"Really," Yang Mei said, afraid that he would not believe him, with a particularly serious tone: "Do you remember the first time you saw me? Maybe you have no impression, but I have always kept it in my heart for so many years. Never forgotten. It was the eighth day when I was arrested by them and locked up in the branch. Everyone testified that I smashed the head of the surnamed Zhao with a wine bottle, and the box monitoring was so clever that it would be broken if it was broken. I cried and told all the police that I really didn’t know anything, but they would only put on the face of an official and tell me to confess and be lenient, telling me to be honest and not fight with the rich, otherwise they would Give me some color to see... It wasn't until I was finally unable to carry it, when I suddenly heard that a large captain came back from a business trip and went straight to the scene of my crime. I couldn't believe it at the time, I just thought it was. It’s a new trick they came up with-how come there are leaders of the brigade who will run the scene specifically for me?"

Jiang Ting is not too impatient to hear her always mention this: "When I was in the brigade, I ran two hundred scenes a year, what are you doing..."

"For you, it may be just the most inconspicuous and insignificant two percent, but for me, it is something that will not be forgotten in 20 years. For example, I still remember you carrying that evidence bag. , There was a fragment of a wine bottle not much bigger than a mung bean, and said to the people surnamed Zhao: “As long as things in this world happen, they will inevitably leave traces and clues; you don’t have to spend more money. May turn the lie into evidence, because I am the evidence'."

Jiang Ting didn't know what he thought of, and his expression was a little startled.

"That was the first time I saw you. It may have been affected by your repressive confidence in the face of any problems or difficulties," Yang Mei turned her head to look back at him and smiled emotionally. I laughed: "The tone and demeanor when you said this, I have always remembered it to this day, maybe I liked you since then."

The trees on both sides of the road quickly swept back. Jiang Ting closed his eyes and suddenly asked afterwards:

"Then do you know what it was like the first time I met that fierce, evil-like Yan Xiu?"

A little confusion appeared on Yang Mei's face.

"Five years ago, Gongzhou and Jianning jointly organized a major anti-drug case. I was the commander. The preliminary investigation and preparations lasted for two months. On the day of the formal arrest, I was sitting in the command vehicle. There are three communication stations connected to it, and they are racing against time to monitor the real-time situation. Suddenly, I heard an emergency report from the scene of the operation, saying that a target drug dealer had heard the wind and was now carrying weapons and quickly went to the trading place to prepare to inform."

"The police managed to find the place of the transaction. If the drug dealer gang got the news, the entire arrest would have fallen short. There is no other way than this. I was about to risk failure to force an order to open fire in advance, but Suddenly, someone said that a small detective from Jianning City Bureau acted arbitrarily. The drug dealer who followed the report rushed out of the ambush and has now lost contact."

"I broke down in a cold sweat at the time, and I couldn't figure out what this little detective was trying to do. Should I send someone to stop him right away? But then the police must be exposed. But if you don’t move, just in case What should he do if he died? He was a single-handed man who couldn't shoot in order to prevent exposure. How could he have been a desperado with a homemade grenade tied to his body?"

Yang Mei couldn't help but temporarily forgot about Yan Xiu's disgust, and said without hesitation: "Based on what I know about you, Brother Jiang, I should send someone to stop him immediately."

"If it were now, I would." Jiang Ting said lightly, "but five years ago, I was still relatively young. I said to myself, first give him a minute to perform honorably...or a chance to sacrifice honorably. "

Yang Mei raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"That was probably the fiercest and most tormented sixty seconds of my life. In the sixty-first second, a report from a sniper on the spot suddenly came from the channel. The policeman who rushed out following the drug dealer ran away. When he came back, his face was covered with blood, and he ran wildly while gesturing for success at the observation point. He used an empty wine bottle picked up by the roadside to hit the drug dealer with a hollow occipital bone, and died on the spot with a brain hemorrhage."

Jiang Ting has no talent for telling stories, and his tone of voice in narration is always calm and dull. But from those few words, Yang Mei saw the fierce, brutal, courageous, and reckless Yan Xiu before Yang Mei's eyes.

"Because the drug dealers failed to inform the news, the encirclement and suppression finally proceeded as planned and won a clean and beautiful victory. After the operation was over, I directed the call outside the car and talked with the superiors. I suddenly felt something and turned around to take a look. Two policemen helped a staggering young criminal policeman walked out of the scene. The surroundings were messy, and there were people holding law enforcement recorders in front of them; the young criminal policeman was covered in mud and blood, and couldn't tell whether it was the drug dealer or him. His own, heavy evil spirit and rebelliousness emerged from every pore on his body, so sharp and mad that it was impossible to look directly. But when he passed the command car, he deliberately looked inside."

"I hung up the phone and asked the person next to him who he was. They told me his name was Yan Xiu."

The sky gradually brightened, and the endless wilderness followed the wind and turned into a gray plain.

"Later, I wondered many times for some reason, what did the policeman named Yan Xiu look at in the command car that day, did he want to find me? Want to show off recklessly and high-profile young people, or eagerly look forward to verbal praise from superiors ?"

Jiang Ting lazily, somewhat self-deprecatingly smiled: "I'm not good at praising others. If I didn't leave the command car that day, it might have been just silence. But I don't know why, the first time I saw you The scene of Yan Xiu was so clearly imprinted in my mind, including the blood flowing from his forehead, his provocative expression, and even the eager and aggressive eyes that were always eager to try. Maybe you back then. How did it feel to see me for the first time? How did it feel to meet Yan Xiu for the first time."

"...Brother Jiang..." Yang Mei's nose was a little sour.

"So you asked me if I was in a bad mood because of Yan Xiu." Jiang Ting looked away, his sad smile dimly reflected in the car window, "No, it's because of myself."

The white Lexus car drove across the expressway at high speed. In the depths of the fog and haze ahead, "Gongzhou 24KM" hung high in the air, drawing a fuzzy green shadow.