lingering for a hundred years

The busy road was crowded with police vehicles with red lights on, and many policemen surrounded the gangsters who were taking hostages in front of them.

Passers-by on the street not far away cast their eyes in this direction with fear and curiosity.They saw a masked gangster outside the gate of the bank, tying the hostages with his hands, and holding a gun to the hostages' heads.

The policemen pointed their guns at the gangsters in front of them, and made all armed preparations.

And one of the policemen raised a microphone and shouted loudly: "You are surrounded by us, please put down your weapons and don't hurt the hostages."

The gangster forcefully pulled the hostage back two steps, his footsteps were a little flustered, he looked around, trying to think of a way to kill a bloody path.

Because Chen Xi's neck was tightly hooked by the criminals, he felt it was difficult to breathe, and his hands and feet were bound, making it difficult to struggle. He tried to move a few times.

Unexpectedly, the gangster's low voice suddenly came from the ear, and the other party warned: "If you want to die, don't move around."

Chen Xi didn't move at once, thin sweat dripped from his forehead, his throat slipped, and he breathed out with difficulty.

He thought to himself, today is really unlucky.How could such a thing happen?He obviously just went out to buy groceries on Saturdays as usual.Unexpectedly, when he passed the bank, he happened to meet someone stealing jewelry, and the passerby who happened to pass by became the prey?I really want to cry but have no tears!

"Don't come over here, I'll shoot you if you come here." The gangster shouted loudly at the policemen with a fierce look on his face.

All the policemen paused and looked at each other, what should we do now?If the stalemate continues, it will only be detrimental to the hostages.

The policeman who was holding a microphone just now pondered for a while, and raised his hand to signal his subordinates to put down the guns in their hands slowly.

Unexpectedly, an arrow flew over like the wind, and accurately shot the gun held by the gangster.

The gangster screamed in pain, let go, and the gun fell to the ground.

Just as he was about to bend down to pick up the gun on the ground, the next second, he was thrown by a small flying knife and stabbed his hand again.

The gangster grabbed his bleeding hand and looked up angrily.Look in the direction the weapon is coming from.

At this time, Chen Xi had already seen the opportunity, escaped from the claws of the gangsters, and ran to the policemen. At the same time, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the traffic lights.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe what he saw.

Standing on the pillar of the traffic lights was a young man in fluttering white clothes, wearing ancient costumes, and long flowing hair.

Although the distance was a bit far, he still saw that the young man was so beautiful that it was difficult to describe it in words.

He has a coquettish appearance, like an alluring beauty in an ancient costume TV series, with snowy skin, standing against the wind, and fluttering clothes, like a dancing butterfly.

Chen Xi was dumbfounded, when he stood motionless.But when he lost his mind, the gangster was surrounded by the police and put in chains.The gangster wanted to yell at him, but he was dumbfounded when he saw the scene in front of him.

The beautiful young man, holding a bow and arrow, jumped down from the pillar lightly. The camera shot was like slow motion, with a beautiful picture, black hair and white clothes shuttled in the wind, and then slowly landed.

Everything is like the interlacing of time and space, ancient handsome men and modern buildings, forming a strange and beautiful scenery.

Chen Xi stared at the young man intently, and watched him slowly walking towards him. He felt his heart beating, jumping for joy, excited, and agitated... and a little more, familiarity and heartache?

It was strange, why did he have such mixed feelings about this boy he had never met before?

He thought to himself, feeling that everything was like a dream.

The picturesque young man came to him, his lips parted slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.He stared at Chen Xi affectionately.

For a long, long time, the air seemed to freeze, and the eyes were weird, like looking at someone who hadn't seen each other for a long, long time.

"Are you okay?"

The young man asked in a low voice with concern, his tone was soft and touching.His eyes moved, looking forward to affection, and his tone was full of tenderness.

Chen Xi's scalp felt a little numb all of a sudden, and he took a step back unconsciously.

Forgetting to answer the other party's greeting, I just wondered in my heart, why does it feel like this young man is talking to his lover, the intimate tone makes people goosebumps.

"I'm fine, thanks."

Chen Xi settled down and said briskly.Under the sun, his bright smile is very dazzling, very warm, smiling like the sun.

Then he added: "You are really skilled." His tone was sincere, with a hint of admiration.

After hearing this, the boy smiled. He just opened his mouth to say something, but a voice came from afar.

"Zigao, why are you here? Our whole team is looking for you, and there are still two shots to be taken. Hurry up and go back."

The woman in a suit said as she ran over.

After speaking, he took the boy away.

Unexpectedly, the policeman on the side also stopped them, and quickly said, "Excuse me, miss, this gentleman saved the hostage just now, and wants to help us go back to the police station to record a statement."

After hearing this, the woman in a suit was stunned, then frowned, then turned her head and blamed the boy, "Zigao, how can you participate in such a dangerous thing? If you know you are injured, how can I tell you?" The company explained."

The young man froze for a moment, and said plainly with apology: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble. But, I can't just let him have trouble."

After finishing speaking, the boy turned his head and gave Chen Xi a deep look.It's like saying, he's important to me and I can't let anything happen to him.

At that moment, Chen Xi and the people present could hear that the boy's tone was very serious, and the tone sounded as if the two of them were very familiar and had known each other for a long time, which made all the people present involuntarily startled.

The woman in a suit glanced at Chen Xi casually, and then dealt with the police on her own, saying that they should get it done quickly, don't waste time, they have to rush back to filming.

While they were circling around, the young man turned his head and walked up to Chen Xi, staring at Chen Xi's neck.

He pouted dissatisfiedly, frowned slightly and said, "Why is it all red? Does it still hurt?"

His hand slowly stretched out towards Chen Xi, and his fingertips brushed across Chen Xi's neck, gently, like a feather drifting by.

"Well, it may have been obtained by the prisoner just now, it's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Chen Xi pulled away the opponent's hand without any trace, and smiled.

He doesn't like strangers touching him very much, especially the way this young man looks obsessed with him, which makes him a little uncomfortable.

However, he couldn't tell what kind of discomfort it was and where it was uncomfortable.

Just as Chen Xi wanted to change the subject and asked the other party's name, a lot of girls screamed in his ears.

"Wow! It's Han Zigao! Are we dreaming? Zigao, we are your fans!"

"He, he looked over and smiled at me."

"No, just smile at me."

"I'm right."

The girls passing by were screaming, and in their excited screams, they brought many curious eyes. Passers-by cast their eyes on the boy, and then the curious eyes turned into screams, and people became more and more excited. Many, and even walked towards the boy.

The woman in a suit saw it, and hurriedly pulled the boy into a vehicle that stopped not far away, but the boy let the woman pull him all the time, but his eyes never left Chen Xi's body for a moment.

Until he got in the car, his eyes were still fixed on Chen Xi.

It was as if, except for the figure in front of him, this person, he couldn't see anyone else.The reflections in his eyes were all Chen Xi, coming through the glass of the car.

Chen Xi was a little confused, the look in front of her was very familiar, very nostalgic...

The scorching gaze seemed familiar, as if he had been stared at by such gaze before.

And Chen Xi also saw him say with his lips when he got into the car: "We will see you again." Although he couldn't hear the other party's voice.

However, the shape of the mouth was clearly saying this sentence.

At that moment, Chen Xi had the illusion that they had communicated in this way a long time ago.

Why did he have such a strange idea?

It must have been because of the shock just now.

He had never seen the boy, he was sure of that.Such a beautiful person is unforgettable at first sight, and there is no reason to forget it.

His thoughts were a little far away, until the car left, kicking up dust on the road, Chen Xi finally pulled back his gaze.

He secretly made fun of his stupidity, for a moment just now, he wanted to catch up with that car and grab the boy's hand.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the huge TV screen hanging on the building opposite the bank.

On the screen is a charming boy with red lips and white teeth washing his hair by the stream, water droplets slowly sliding down his long black hair.This is an ad for shampoo.Normally, Chen Xi wouldn't pay attention, and even stopped to watch.

However, that face turned out to be exactly the same as the boy just now.

The corners of Chen Xi's lips curled up beautifully, thinking that that kid is an idol, no wonder he is so beautiful, he really is a person who depends on his face for food.

He seems... what is his name Han Zigao?

"Han Zigao..."

Chen Xi murmured in thought, and read the boy's name softly.Then, the smile on the corner of his lips deepened.He didn't know why, but he felt that although he encountered bad luck and was held hostage today, he was very happy, very happy to meet that young man.

The moonlight is bright, and the black car is running on the road, like a black leopard running in the wind on the road.At this time, Han Zigao was sitting in the high-end bridge car, looking down at a picture in the wallet.He rubbed the picture a few times with his fingertips, his eyes filled with deep nostalgia, filled with endless joy and excitement.

What happened today came to his mind, and the feeling of joy and surprise mixed together, making him feel like he had a dream, and he was afraid of waking up.

He tried to organize his thoughts slowly...

He remembered that he looked up at the blue sky above his head, quietly, and remembered some long-ago feelings in his heart.

The blue sky, white clouds, and endless sky are the same as the blue sky 500 years ago, except that the smell of blood on the battlefield and the corpses everywhere are missing in modern times.

"Zigao, what are you thinking?"

The female makeup artist who was doing his makeup tried to ask him.Although Han Zigao is indifferent to life, he usually asks ten sentences and only answers one.However, such a high-quality handsome guy is right in front of her, and she doesn't want to let go of the opportunity to talk to him.

At that time, Han Zigao leaned back on the chair and glanced at the make-up artist who was looking at him with obsessive eyes. With just one glance, ignoring the other party's enthusiasm, he replied indifferently: "Nothing..."

After finishing speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, absently listening to the nagging of the people beside him.

"Zigao, your skin is really good, you can't see any pores, it's better than the average female star!"

"The hair is also as black as night, smooth as silk... It's also very comfortable to touch."

"and also……"

Finally, unable to bear the chatter in his ears, he interrupted the makeup artist softly.

"Is it done? I want to go to the bathroom, is that okay?" The flat tone was appropriately alienated, but very polite.

"Oh well."

The make-up artist froze for a moment, blinked his eyes, his face froze, and replied a little unnaturally.

He got up slowly, arranged his clothes gracefully, stepped forward, and walked towards the bathroom.

After coming out of the bathroom, he passed the props car, paused, and then walked up.

Inside the carriage, he saw a silver bow and arrow.

Immediately, a trace of excitement and nostalgia flashed across his eyes, he stretched out his hand to pick up the bow and arrow, raised and drew the bow skillfully, and leaned back, forming a beautiful and standard bow-drawing posture.

Looking at the bow and arrow in his hand, he thought of that person, the one who would put his arms around his waist and whisper in his ear to teach him how to use the bow and arrow.

His eyes were a little hazy for a moment, a little mist floated up, and he muttered to himself in frustration.

"Where are you...Zigao, I've been looking for you for a long, long, long time..."

Afterwards, he put down the bow and arrow in his hand in frustration, and prepared to put it back to its original place.

Suddenly, there was a throbbing in my heart.

That feeling, that breath, that inexplicable heartbeat, he felt that what he had been looking for was nearby.

He didn't know why he was so sure...

But that's what his intuition told him.

Abruptly, he picked up the bow and arrow in his hand, turned around, and left the shooting site as quickly as lightning using lightness kung fu.

The cars on the road form a long car queue, densely packed, like a dragon sleeping on the ground.

He was lightly jumping on the roof of the car, jumping from one to another, repeating it constantly and quickly.

With a light hop on his feet, he landed on the traffic light post as gracefully as a dance.

The wind blew the snow-white long clothes, lifted his hair from the waist, and the slender belt was also swaying with the wind.

He looked around.

Suddenly, the body paused, and as far as the eyes could see, the familiar figure hit the eyes for an instant.

Tall, like a model.With a straight nose, slender and charming Danfeng eyes, tenderness like water, overlapping with the person in memory.

Everything is just like seeing it for the first time, just like the handsome and personable general in the past.

He kept muttering to himself.

My heart was beating non-stop, like an out-of-control vehicle speeding wildly on the highway.

Is that you?

Am I dreaming?

God, tell me, all this is not a dream!

Is the person he's thinking of, the person he's dreaming of, the person he's been waiting for for 500 years, really the person in front of him?

He suppressed the urge to rush forward, hugged that person, and stood quietly on the pillar to observe.

That person's eyebrows, eyes, and every move have not changed at all, just like in ancient times.

Even though that person is now being held hostage by gangsters, he still has no fear on his face, calm and composed, with that kind of courage, that kind of temperament, who is it if it's not that person?

He evoked a smile, raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and thought to himself.

"Your Majesty, let Han Zigao become your sharpest sword again!"

As soon as the hand is released, the hand of the gangster is unmistakable.

The gangster screamed in alarm, and the next moment, he took out the dagger in his arms and shot it from a long distance.

He knew that the time gained was enough for that person to escape.

He believes, and firmly believes, that with that person's skill, everything is more than enough.You know, Han Zigao's skills were all taught by that person himself.

Sure enough, everything was as expected, and the man had already run to the police.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered in his heart, great, that person is safe and sound.

Even though he knew that his life would not be in danger with that skill, but if there was a slight injury, it would be on that person's body and in his own heart.

As he pondered, he felt a gaze directed at him.

There is no temperature in the air, as if burning with fire, scorching hot and intense.

I didn't dare to meet that gaze, but... I couldn't bear to leave like this.

After hesitating for a moment, he plucked up his courage and slowly descended from the pillar...

When I reached the ground, my heart was about to lose the ability to beat, and there was a thunderous heartbeat in my ears.

Step by step, he walked towards that person slowly, fearing that this was just a dream, he tried carefully, not wanting to shatter the dream and turn it into a phantom.

He walked up to him, saw the scar on the man's neck, felt a pain in his heart, and said softly.

"Are you okay?"

The man paused, then smiled brightly: "I'm fine, thank you."

The man's smile was like sunshine, dazzling and eye-catching, which made his heart flutter.

He really wanted, really wanted, really wanted to throw himself into that person's arms desperately.

However, I was afraid of scaring that person...

Because of the other person's expression, it seems that he can't recognize who he is?

Has the memory not recovered yet?

should be.

Because that person's temperament is different from his previous life, he probably hasn't fully awakened yet.Otherwise, even if I didn't fly into his arms, with the strength of that person, I wouldn't care about the eyes of the surroundings at all, and would hug me fiercely, and then talk sweet words.

Han Zigao thought to himself, smiling wryly in his heart.

No matter in the previous life or in this life, he always realized the existence of that hot feeling earlier, and he always ran after that person, and kept running until he was exhausted and scarred.

Indulging in his thoughts, he was ignorant, feeling that the manager was calling him...

He apologized embarrassingly, and then a group of girls yelled at him, which gave him a headache.

He kept staring at that person, wanting to tell him everything...

However, I hesitated in my heart, thinking...

Will he still treat himself like before?Can his memory be recovered?Can he accept himself again?

His mind was chaotic, with countless thoughts and questions occupying him.

However, he didn't dare to say a word, and he didn't know how to say it.

The manager took his hand and dragged him away.

And I didn't want to leave that person for a moment. When the car door closed, I lightly opened my red lips and said to that person with my lips: "We will see you again."

The man blinked his eyes.

Then, he gave a big smile.

At that moment, he knew that that person must understand what he meant.Just like marching and fighting in the past, on the battlefield, even if they are far apart.You can also follow the other party's lips and hear the other party's instructions.

The memories were played back here, and Han Zigao once again cast his eyes on the picture, holding a charming and charming smile, and dabbling with his fingertips.

All this, he was too surprised, too surprised.

His hand holding the picture trembled a little, and it was still a little sweaty.

How could he not be excited that the person he had been looking for for many years unexpectedly met on this day?How can you not be excited?

However, looking at the man's appearance, it seemed that he could not recognize him at all.

Thinking of this, Han Zigao's eyes dimmed, and there was a trace of disappointment and sadness, and he sighed softly, it was really sad for those who heard it, and wept when he heard it.

How could he forget?

How could he forget his Han Zigao?How could he forget Ah Man who belonged to him?

What a hateful man.

No, it can't, it can't be like this.

I must remind you of me.

Must, must.

My Majesty, my lover in the previous life, someone more important than my life.

Thinking of this, Han Zigao buried the picture in his chest, close to his heart, and exhaled lightly, feeling the long-lost heartbeat.

He believes that even though time has passed for more than 500 years, Han Zigao still exists deep in that person's memory. He believes and firmly believes.

The manager next to him took a look at Han Zigao and smiled helplessly.

"Zigao...if those fans see you now, they will definitely be even crazier than you."

Han Zigao smiled casually when he heard this.

His eyes fell on the picture in his hand again, and he gently placed a kiss on the picture.

The author has something to say: This is just my essay.

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