she's a rose she's a gun

In Jiabei at the end of September, there is still a lot of heat during the day, just like the hot pot that is about to boil, which makes people feel a little annoyed.

"It's really hot, much hotter than the capital." Mu Yang looked at the egret squatting on the oasis in the river in the distance, and expressed a faint emotion.

At this moment, Wen Wenming pushed Mu Yang who was sitting in a wheelchair, and was standing on a bridge observing the small town.

Not long after they got off the plane, the two of them didn't have much luggage, so they were not in a hurry to go home, and both wanted to take a stroll in this small town first.

"Yeah, I kind of forgot how powerful Qiuhuo is." Wen Wenming knelt down and rolled up her long sleeves for Mu Yang.

Mu Yang smiled slightly, and gently put his hand on Wenming's back.

"Did you agree with your work side? Just leave like this, Nico won't look for you?" Wenming closed his eyes and enjoyed Mu Yang's caress, while tucking in the coat covering her lap.

After staying in the hospital for five days, Mu Yang's leg injury has basically stabilized. Apart from changing the dressing regularly and waiting for him to heal on his own, there is no need to be hospitalized. Wenming used Nico's special wound ointment, and the scar healed quickly. The body has also recovered in sevens and eighties. After the two discussed it, they were discharged from the hospital yesterday and rushed back to Jiabei this morning.

"I have explained everything that needs to be explained, but Nico can't take care of me now, Kunlun has a pot of porridge up and down, and what Lan Jinghe left behind..." Mu Yang stopped abruptly when he said this, and the hand that stroked Wenming's back also stopped .

Wen Wenming immediately opened his eyes, put his head close to Mu Yang, and kissed the corner of her eyes lightly: "It's okay, it's okay, don't talk about this, let's take a walk and go home."

The night before he was discharged from the hospital, Wen Wenming pushed Mu Yang to see Lan Jinghe.

Through the transparent glass of the ICU, the two of them stared fixedly at the unconscious figure lying on the bed, not knowing whether to say something or not.

"Will he...will he still wake up?" In the end, it was Mu Yang who spoke first.

Wenming clenched his hands on the wheelchair even tighter: "Well, it should be possible."

She knew that the two of them had a fear of Lan Jinghe from the bottom of their hearts. This man had brought them too many nightmares, from the initial shooting at the Central Theater to the night when Mu Yang was kidnapped and Wen Wenming was forced to use gunpoint. Facing her, in the end Mu Yang had no choice but to shoot himself. This series of events left a lot of psychological shadow on the two of them.

But they also hope that Lan Jinghe can wake up, because only when he wakes up can their testimony be confirmed.

"He used the best medicine, he shouldn't, let's go back." After a while, Mu Yang suddenly said this nonsense.

Wen Wenming understood, and with a soft "hmm", she pushed into the wheelchair, turned around silently, and walked towards their own ward.

Wen Wenming knew in his heart that for Mu Yang, her inner emotions must be more complicated than her own. Lan Jinghe was not only the criminal who had held her hostage and could prove his testimony, he was also her boss, her colleague, her Comrades who have fought together in countless jobs.

The same is true for Sun Xuao.

So in the face of this death and one injury, others don't know how painful Mu Yang's heart is, but the civilization that gets along day and night can feel it, but Mu Yang didn't mean to talk to her, so she didn't intend to ask.

When she is ready, she will naturally tell herself that all she can do before that is to be with her.

Accompany her to see a doctor, accompany her to go home, and accompany her through every plant, tree, flower and stone, so that she can sort out her complicated emotions with peace of mind.

"Go home~"

"Slow down~"

……

"You two are really good enough, and you don't tell us when you go home suddenly."

Jiang Jin and Zhang Luo took Wen Wenming and Mu Yang's luggage into the house, but when they saw Mu Yang sitting in a wheelchair behind Wen Wenming, they froze for a moment.

Wen Wenming deliberately blocked Jiang Jinhe's sight, and coughed slightly: "Hey, didn't I want to give you a surprise? Anyway, you don't have anything to do on the weekend, we'll be leaving in two days."

Jiang Jinhe reacted, with a smile on his face, but he said unforgivingly: "Leave after two days? It's better not to come back!"

"Tsk, I'm too lazy to tell you." Wen Wen shook his head, turned around and pushed Mu Yang into the house.

"Auntie, I accidentally got injured while working, and I'll be fine in a few days." Sitting in a wheelchair, Mu Yang smiled and bowed to Jiang Jinhe.

Jiang Jinhe smiled unnaturally: "It's fine."

Wen Wenming pushed Mu Yang into the room, helped her to sit gently on the sofa: "How is it? Are you tired?"

Mu Yang shook his head, stretched out his hand and scratched Wen Wenming's nose: "I'm not tired, you go chat with your mother and help her with the housework."

Wen Wenming pouted with some reluctance: "Looking at her expression, I can tell what she is thinking... Seeing that she is strong and able to run and jump, I think we can go back..."

"Tsk." Mu Yang frowned and twisted Wen Wenming's nose.

"Mingming, Mu Yang, let's drink some juice, it's hot." Jiang Jinhe came in with a cup at the right time.

"Thank you, Auntie." Mu Yang still nodded politely, and took the juice glass.

Jiang Jinhe watched from the side, looked up and down a few times, with complicated meanings in his eyes.

"Mom, where's my dad?" Wenming stood between Jiang Jinhe and Mu Yang intentionally or unintentionally, picked up the juice and poured it into his stomach in one go.

"Your father is going to his friend's son's wedding, and he won't come back for lunch, you kid, drink slowly, it will hurt your stomach if you drink like this!" Jiang Jinhe was so angry that he wanted to snatch Wen Wenming's cup.

Civilization allowed her to snatch the empty cup away, making a blatant grimace.

Mu Yang quietly tugged at the corner of her clothes.

"Cough, what, obviously, come with me to this room to change the sheets." Jiang Jinhe took Wen Wenming's empty cup and left the room without looking back.

Under Mu Yang's vigorous push with both hands and the threat of standing up from the wheelchair, Wenming reluctantly followed Jiang Jinhe into another room.

Once in the room, she hesitated, then locked the door from the inside.

She had a good idea of ​​what Jiang Jinhe would say, and she didn't want Mu Yang to listen to some words.

Turning around, Wenming put on the expression of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

"What's your expression?" Sure enough, there was no sign of a sheet in Jiang Jinhe's hand, but sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Wenming seriously.

Not to be outdone, Wenming pulled out the bench in the table and sat down: "I don't have any expression, where are the sheets? Do you want to change it?"

Jiang Jinhe ignored her sarcasm, sat upright and said, "Let me ask you, what happened to Mu Yang's legs?"

Wen Wenming knew that there would be such a problem, and a moment of irritability flashed in her heart: "It's nothing, didn't I talk about it, I accidentally hurt it at work, it will be fine in a few days."

"How did she get hurt? How did she get hurt in that job? Will there be any sequelae?"

"No! The doctor said it's fine, it will be fine in a few days, so don't worry about it." Wenming scratched his neck and was about to stand up.

"Wait a minute, then how did she get hurt? She's an actor, how could she get hurt? Why don't you take care of her when she's hurt?" Jiang Jinhe grabbed Wen Wenming's shoulder impatiently.

"What's wrong with me taking care of it!" Wen Wenming suddenly became angry. She broke free from Jiang Jinhe's shackles, stood up, and glared: "What's wrong with me taking care of the person I like? When I get hurt, I also She's taking care of me! Didn't you agree to our engagement? Now what!"

"That's because I thought you two could live a peaceful life! Who knew she would get hurt! You're a policeman, she's an actor! But she got hurt and you need to take care of her. It shows how your two lives are going? It's a mess!" Jiang Jinhe also stood up, looking at Wenming with hatred.

"You just don't approve of our relationship from the bottom of your heart! You just want to break us up, don't you?!" Wen Wenming was already dazzled by anger, spitting stars flew into Jiang Jinhe's face, and opened the door , rushed out without looking back.

It wasn't until the iron door at the gate slammed that Jiang Jinhe moved his neck out of the dumbfounded state, and went out of the room to see that Wen Wenming and Mu Yang were no longer in the house.

She sat on the ground slumped, buried her head in her arms, and sighed deeply.

"Speak slowly if you have something to say, don't get angry." Mu Yang put one hand on Wen Wenming's hand pushing the wheelchair, and turned to look at her worriedly.

Just now Wen Wen rushed out angrily from another room, covered Mu Yang with a blanket, pushed her out of the house involuntarily, and slammed the door loudly, Mu Yang guessed it seven or eight points.

Wen Wenming pushed Mu Yang and walked aimlessly on the road distractedly. Hearing this, he lowered his head to see Mu Yang's concerned eyes, and reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Everything needs to be negotiated, especially with family members..."

"Then what, since we've come out, let's go see your mother." Wen Wenming interrupted Mu Yang, straightened his neck, raised his eyebrows and looked at her questioningly.

Mu Yang first sighed softly in his heart, and then he could only say "um" obediently.

At this time, Jiang Hancui lived in a single family in the suburbs, which was quiet and almost deserted.

After getting out of the taxi, Wen Wenming settled Mu Yang in the wheelchair, and when he hugged her, he clearly felt her trembling.

Wen Wenming forgot the quarrel with Jiang Jinhe just now, she stroked Mu Yang's back, humming in a low voice, until Mu Yang slowly relaxed, she pressed a kiss on her lips .

"I'm going to knock on the door." Wen Wen whispered in Mu Yang's ear in a consulting tone.

Hearing a breathless "um", Wen Wenming stood up, smiled at Mu Yang, then turned around and rang the doorbell.

After a while, rustling sounds came from the room, and then a middle-aged woman opened the door, showing half of her face vigilantly.

"Auntie, I'm Wenming." Seeing Jiang Hancui's slightly unfamiliar face, Wenming couldn't help being taken aback, and then nodded slightly.

Compared with the memory of civilization, Jiang Hancui is old and simple. The woman with delicate makeup and capable face looks like a hermit living in the mountains at this moment.

How could Jiang Hancui not remember Wenming? After seeing who was coming, she saw Mu Yang who was sitting in a wheelchair with her head lowered behind her. She obviously opened her mouth, but she still clenched her lips. the door.

"come in."

Wenming pushed Muyang into this single-family villa. The villa is very big, but very simple, with almost no decorations, just a few scattered paintings hanging on the walls.

Jiang Hancui didn't say hello, he cleaned up the papers and pens scattered on the coffee table, took the lead and sat down on the sofa first, Wen Wenming touched his nose in embarrassment, but pushed Mu Yang to the edge of the sofa, and sat down by himself down.

There was a delicate silence in the room.

"A...Auntie, we just came back and came to see you." It was Wenming who spoke first.

Jiang Hancui nodded slightly.

"Mom." Mu Yang, who hadn't made a sound for a long time, suddenly let out a vague sound from his throat. Although the sound was not loud, it shook Jiang Hancui's body.

"is it going well?"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that all the strength in Mu Yang's body was exhausted, and a beam of light seemed to flash quickly in Jiang Hancui's eyes.

"...It's pretty good." Jiang Hancui squeezed out these words, and when she looked at Mu Yang's face again, she saw that her eyes seemed to be red, with water flowing in her eye sockets, and she was looking at herself intently.

"It's really good..." Jiang Hancui was at a loss for a moment, she fiddled with it frantically, as if remembering something, she suddenly reached out and took out the paper and pen that had been hidden under the coffee table just now.

"I've been reading and taking notes recently..."

Mu Yang turned his wheelchair and stepped forward, saw the neat lowercase letters on the paper and the annotations on the "Zhuangzi", and when he looked up at Jiang Hancui, he felt a little moved.

"Your handwriting has always been so good."

Jiang Hancui's throat rolled, she cleaned up the table under cover, and asked awkwardly, "You...what's wrong with your leg?"

Although the question seemed to be indifferent, Wenming noticed that since they entered the room, Jiang Hancui's eyes had been on Mu Yang's legs almost all the time.

"I met bad guys who hijacked me. I had no choice but to hurt my own leg, and then civilized hurt the bad guys and saved me." Mu Yang finished the injury process in a few words.

The civilization on the other side swallowed "this is a very complicated thing" in its stomach.

"The doctor said that it will be fine soon, just change the medicine on time, thanks to the civilized treatment." Mu Yang smiled slightly.

Jiang Hancui looked at Wenming, and there seemed to be some waves in his eyes: "Thank you."

Wenming quickly waved his hands, seeing that the two had a good chat, he hurriedly stood up: "I should do it! Auntie, I'll go to the kitchen to make some tea, you guys talk first."

Boiling water slowly in the kitchen, twisting tea leaves, Wenming looked at Jiang Hancui and Mu Yang in the living room, although every sentence was short, but they were indeed chatting all the time, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

It's better to leave some time for their mother and daughter to be alone.

When Wenming walked into the living room with tea and put the teacup on the tea table in front of Jiang Hancui, Jiang Hancui suddenly turned sideways to look at Wenming.

"Civilization, your mother has been here."

"My mother?" Wenming exclaimed, "Why is she here?"

Looking at Mu Yang, she saw the same doubt in Mu Yang's eyes.

Jiang Hancui took a sip of tea and slowly opened his mouth: "It was not long after I moved in. One day she rang the doorbell of my house. I didn't know who she was. She said she was Wenming's mother, and I also Let her in."

Wen Wenming felt nervous for a while, thinking of her mother's attitude towards the relationship between the two, she couldn't help sweating secretly: "She...she didn't say anything, did she? She is a quick-talking person sometimes, but in her heart..."

"She sent me a bouquet of flowers." Jiang Hancui interrupted Wenming.

"A...a bouquet of flowers?" Wenming's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes, and she also told me that it's not easy for two juniors to be alone in the capital, and it's even more difficult for them to choose a relationship that is not accepted by society. She advised me to ignore everything. The most important thing is that you live well." Jiang Han Cui stared at a vase on the TV cabinet, where there was a bouquet of dried flowers.

"My mother... really said that..." Wen Wenming's voice gradually dropped.

Jiang Hancui nodded, looked at Wenming, and then at Muyang, with a rare gleam in his eyes: "She also said that I can go to her if I need anything in the future, and later sent things by express several times, some The necessities of life, as well as paintings and books..."

Civilization now knows where the paintings on the wall came from.

She blushed slightly and coughed, and said softly, "I see, thank you for telling me."

The three of them chatted about daily life again, and before they knew it, the sun was almost setting. After turning the wheelchair and inspecting the kitchen, Mu Yang bid farewell after seeing the refrigerator full of food.

She knew that her mother was not used to crowds, and preferred to be alone quietly. That cold temperament was her innate face, but it had been covered up by money for so many years.

"Wing Wenming, you haven't forgotten what you said in my ward when you were in the capital." After sending them to the door, just as the door was about to close, Jiang Hancui's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Wenming curled the corner of his mouth, turned around and replied firmly: "I haven't forgotten."

"What?" Mu Yang turned his head curiously.

"Secret~Secret~" Who knew that Wenming still had this accent, she pushed the wheelchair fast, causing Mu Yang to exclaim, and she laughed loudly behind her.

On the taxi home, Mu Yang turned his head and asked Wen Wenming: "How did your mother know that my mother came back? How did you know her address?"

Wen Wenming smiled relievedly: "I mentioned to her that your mother returned to Jiabei, but I didn't tell her the address. Ms. Jiang is also considered a person in Jiabei. She has been everywhere for so many years. If she really wants to find out A person can still find out."

"So, she put her heart into it." Mu Yang keenly caught the key words.

"Yeah." Wen Wenming looked out the window with a smile, turned her head and met Mu Yang's concerned eyes again, she smiled deeper, grabbed the back of Mu Yang's hand, put it on her lips and kissed it lightly.

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

The author has something to say:

Such a warm chapter, I really like this kind of family plot when I am older.

Preview of the next chapter: Wen Wenming's family will reconcile, and then the plot will be pushed again!