He looked down at her, his lips pressed against her forehead, and asked, "Why did you suddenly... suddenly agree today? I am really... so happy that I am almost dead. Ah, you don't know how happy I am..."

You Mingxu felt sour when he heard this, he touched his face and replied, "Frankly, you saved my life, and this life will be yours in the future. You always chased me, and you don't have to chase me anymore. I'll wait for you."

But he was silent for a while and murmured: "It turned out to be to repay the kindness..." He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her on the face, his voice hoarse: "No matter why, it's mine anyway, so don't regret it! You have to count it!"

He said twice that he had "no repentance". You Mingxu felt a little sad again, thinking how afraid he would kick him again. She wanted to pat his head, but the bandage on the head was too difficult to put down, so she gently pinched his chin and said, "It's not for repaying kindness. It's not for that."

He looked up at her: "What's that for?"

The clear eyes suddenly made You Mingxu unable to look directly.

You Mingxu asked back without answering: "What about you? If it were yours, why did you do it?"

For...what?

Although Yin Feng's head was still a little painful, he looked at the person in front of him, many scenes flashed through his mind: when he first met in Tibet, he crawled out of his sleeping bag in a daze, and saw a pair of clean and gentle eyes; he stayed in the corridor, and she walked out with a dark face and let him enter her life; there was darkness in front of him, and he could only feel her soft palms, her kiss covered everything about him; and she and her partner squatted in the corridor, smoking cigarettes, and couldn't cry, but he could only stare at her through the glass.

When did he start to resist this world tremblely, he is not afraid of anything and is not afraid of death?

Just because of her.

That sentence came out on its own, his eyes wet, and he said, "Ah, because I love you. I love you very much."

You Mingxu didn't move, just looking at his tears.

Today he decided to hand over himself to him, so he was ready to be crushed to pieces in the future and would never turn around. But he said this.

He really understands love. She understands.

Her nose felt sour, and the tears that had been suppressed but did not exist were actually provoked by him again. Suddenly, she felt like a child, but so was she. There were only the two of them in this world, together. She would remember the feeling of relying on each other for life from now on.

She said, "Oh, really?"

Yin Feng nodded: "It's not like it, it's not dependence, it's not something else. If you don't have to change someone, it's not possible for anyone else in this world. I only love you and admire you. I'm willing to die for you, as long as you love me. As long as you love me, as well."

You Mingxu's tears fell and wiped them dry. She reached out to hug him and buried her head on his shoulders. Yin Feng's heart was already extremely happy and distressed, and the two of them just snuggled and hugged each other.

After a while, I heard her murmur: "You Yingjun, from now on... let's take your time and live every day. I'm the only one with you..."

——

It was a morning with a strong autumn. Several policemen, dressed in neatly hooded police uniforms, had already arrived at the funeral home.

You Mingxu also came. Due to the injuries on her body, she was walking a little slowly, but her back was straight, standing with a group of policemen. Yin Feng stood beside her, wearing a straight black suit, like a truly mature and steady man.

Time is up.

The director of the provincial bureau and Ding Xiongwei also arrived, and the director of Huaicheng, the city leader walked in front with a solemn expression. You Mingxu looked at Ding Xiongwei's ever-cold eyes and turned red, and he didn't know what it felt in his heart.

Farewell to the body.

One bow, two bow, three bow, and three bow. Silence.

Most of the people present were seven-foot men, and a depressing choking sound came from the crowd. You Mingxu stared at his toes, tears fell down, and he could hardly look up at the remains in front of him. After a while, Yin Feng had red eyes and reached out to hug her. She buried her face, so all the crying sounds stuck in his chest.

Xu Mengshan and You Mingxu were different. They did not hide in the last few rows, but stood in the first row behind their relatives. They looked like silent icebergs, and did not cry out, but just stood there with Fan Jia's parents.

Many important changes in life, or our transformation, have become more silent and firmer from now on. These come overnight. But sometimes, the price is too heavy. The heavyness makes us feel dull throughout our lives from now on.

The police returned to their respective positions after they kept sending the ashes of the Fan family and her parents into the car. There was still a lot of follow-up work to be done in the case of Deng Yao and his son. Chen Zhaoci was not caught. The dead were gone. No matter how sad they were, they could not even stop for too long and could only continue to move forward.

You Mingxu's injury has not healed, and Ding Xiongwei ordered her to rest for two more days before reporting. But she didn't want to stay in the hospital anymore, so she simply went back to the guesthouse to recuperate. She looked at the newly entered confession and supplemented information every day.

That day, You Mingxu was indeed extremely tired. The wound on his back hurt slightly. She lie down when she entered the house. Yin Feng followed in unison. The bandage on his head had been removed, leaving only a few pieces of gauze. He had not suffered any other injuries and had almost recovered as usual.

Yin Feng told Chen Feng the first time that the two were together. Chen Feng was surprised and happy for them. At this time, Chen Feng naturally would not follow him and quickly retreated back to his room.

Yin Feng walked to the bed and saw You Mingxu lying there. His police cap was taken off and his uniform had not taken off. His face was a little pale. His whole body was handsome and his slight fragility was revealed. He liked and felt distressed. He pressed his arms beside her. For some reason, since he got together, he liked various positions of "wrapped up" her and asked, "Are you tired?"

You Mingxu nodded.

"Do you want to sleep?"

She nodded again.

"Then I'll take off your clothes for you."

At this time, she was as obedient as a child. She raised her body slightly, and he pulled the sleeves and helped her take off her coat. There was a police shirt inside. She was slim, but she was tightly held there. Yin Feng couldn't help but take a few more glances.

You Mingxu's sharp eyes: "Where are you looking at?"

Yin Feng simply lowered his head through his shirt and kissed him: "Look at my stuff."

You Mingxu's body trembled slightly, and he lay on his side, with his back facing him. Yin Feng covered the quilt on her and couldn't bear to leave, so he simply took off his suit and got in. She finally didn't bother him anymore. He stretched his arm under her head and hugged her again, feeling really happy.

After a while, he stretched his head over, and she turned her head and refused to let him see. He reached out and touched her, and her face was covered with tears.

Yin Feng silently pressed her face against her face and asked softly: "Is it still feeling uncomfortable?"

In fact, after leaving the funeral home, You Mingxu's mind was empty. She even tried to stop thinking of Fan Jia, but not long after, the smiling face of her former comrade-in-arms emerged in her mind, and then she couldn't stop her tears. Her tears for more than ten years have probably been shed in these two days.

"Maybe." She replied depressedly.

"Ah, don't think about it. Excessive grief will only hurt your body. You are about to move forward, and the case is not over yet." Yin Feng said.

You Mingxu's voice was almost blocked: "I understand."

When he went out in the morning, You Mingxu did not open the curtains, and the lights were not turned on at this time. The room was as dark as a quiet and warm night. Yin Feng sounded very sincerely: "If we are intimate, we can distract you, and we won't feel so uncomfortable."

You Mingxu smiled at all. Before he could agree, he had already turned over, climbed onto her and started kissing.

This kid... is getting more and more courageous. You Mingxu thought lazily.

But what he said is true. After extreme grief, people are always in a daze. At this time, if there is a person who is full of admiration, pity, kisses and caresses with devout devotion, slowly pulls you back. Your body finally gradually feels warmth and trembling. He is as sincere as a child, but as firm as a man.

On this bloody road, on this thorny road, there are often large patches of darkness around her. And she and her comrades may be like silent stone statues, guarding there. Maybe one day they will fall down.

She actually understood a long time ago, but she just refused to admit that he was her only bright moonlight. It was clean, clear, sincere, and always pursued her. She was greedy for this moonlight. Only when she was shining, comforted by him, held in her palm, could her heart not be numb and her soul not be colder and harder. She could breathe like a living person at this moment, instead of dying with her beloved comrades.

You Mingxu's attention was really completely occupied by him. Her whole body was hot, and the irresistible feeling he had brought her once again submerged her. Her hands were buckled by him, and he was moving quickly. Most of her shirt buttons were unbuttoned by him, and her head was almost crawling in. You Mingxu even shook his toes, twisted his ears, and pulled him up.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

His voice was hoarse: "Ah, can I...can I get to you now?"

You Mingxu only stared at his eyes. At this moment, she just wanted to indulge in it, just wanted to forget everything, and sacrifice her life with him. Her hand loosened his ears and dropped on the bed sheet, her voice lower than him: "Go."
Chapter completed!