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In the southwestern border, towering giant trees block out the sky, and there are rotten plants below. There are dark swamps everywhere, and a group of people in jungle camouflage hurried past like ghosts.

"Did it go well this time?" Yu Ke, who was injured and rested temporarily, ran out of the camp, looked at Zhao Fan carefully, and said with a smile, "Hey, Brother Fan, wash off the oil paint on your face quickly, let me see if there is any damage." Disfigured."

Zhaofan still had two guns hanging on his shoulders, a sniper rifle and an assault rifle. He took off his helmet, revealing a fresh wound on his forehead.

"Fuck!" Yu Ke shouted immediately, "Why did you hurt this place?"

"Small injuries are not a problem." Zhao Fan smiled, "It was chipped by shrapnel."

"It's a fucking scar!"

"It's a small scar, what are you afraid of?"

Yu Ke sighed, "Although you are disfigured, I am the most handsome in our team, but I don't want to win you in this way."

"Fuck off!" Zhao Fan scolded with a smile, "It's not hurt on the face, what a disfigurement. When my hair grows back, it's over if I can't cover it."

"You're the only one with a big heart!"

"I'm all hurt, what else can I do? Come on, come on, I want to take a bath, rub my back."

Yu Ke quit, "I'm sweating all over, wash it off by yourself!"

"Fortunately, brother and good teammate." Zhao Fan "tsk tsk" twice, "Then I'm going to the bathroom, you help me clean up."

The border conditions are harsh. There are no showers in the bathhouse, and you can only boil water for bathing. Fortunately, the local temperature is high, and you are too lazy to boil water, so you can just use a normal temperature hose to rinse.

Zhaofan was completely naked, the oil paint on his face and the mud on his body were gradually washed off, and the skin under the water flow was still eye-catchingly white.

But it is different from when he was studying in Linjiang Police Academy. At that time, he didn’t have any scars on his body. There is a bullet wound on the outside of the bullet and on the outside of the left leg. They are not ferocious. If you look closely, there is even a kind of strength and bloody beauty, but the scar is just a scar. It is proof that he has gone deep into the tiger's den several times and his life is hanging by a thread.

The most dangerous time, a bullet flew past his right side of the neck, and if he misses by another point, the bullet passed through his neck, and he would be killed on the spot.

The skin on the side of the neck was torn, and blood gushed out - right where the rose tattoo had been.

This wound did not leave a scar in the end, but he often touched the base of the ear unconsciously, always feeling that it was very hot, like the burning sensation from a bullet passing by.

After washing his whole body, he boiled some hot water and poured it into the bathtub, planning to take a hot bath to relax his tense nerves.

He is the team's sniper, and he needs twice as much concentration as his teammates when he is on a mission. He can see all directions and listen to all directions, and he can't let go of the slightest movement.After a mission, physical exhaustion comes second, and the most difficult thing to deal with is mental depression.

Immersed in hot water, he closed his eyes and held his breath. After a long time, he spit out a series of blisters, and once again covered the place where the roots of his ears connected to his neck with his right hand. In his mind, Yan Xiao smiled and put a rose tattoo on him in his sophomore year.

How many years has it been.

Nearly three years ago, after his first and only Spring Festival in Shancheng, he went to the border to fight drugs.Walking on the tip of the knife these years, I almost forgot what the life of ordinary people is like.

Before setting off, he had made enough mental preparations, but it was only when he truly became a front-line anti-narcotics policeman that he realized the difficulties.

In addition to facing the unknown life and death, you must also face loneliness.

Can't go home, let alone contact relatives and friends.

A year ago, he actually went back to Shancheng once, as required by the mission, but no one knew about it except for a few leaders of the city bureau's anti-narcotics brigade.

When he was far away from the border, he, like all his teammates, would try to close up people's emotions as much as possible.But when I returned to the city where I had lived for half a year, looking at the lights of thousands of houses in the city, the loneliness that had been buried for a long time suddenly surged up.

He wanted to call Lin Haocheng to report that he was safe, but discipline must not be violated, so he could only suppress the impulse.

On his last night in Shancheng, he hired a taxi and asked the driver to drive to "Happy Home".

The light in the previous house was still on, but the people living in it were no longer him and Yan Xiao.

He misses Yan Xiao very much.

Things that I couldn’t figure out back then, after going through so many bullets, it seems that I have slowly figured it out—maybe I can’t really think it through, but after broadening my horizons, my thoughts have become open-minded.

He understands that he likes Yan Xiao, which is different from brothers and relatives, which is the kind of liking Yan Xiao wants.

But on the other hand, he still can't accept physical intimacy.

However, unlike back then, he felt that if he still had the chance, he could try to change for Yan Xiao.

I just don't know how Yan Xiao is doing now, and whether he is still waiting for him.

A new batch of anti-narcotics police officers will arrive in three months, and at that time, their batch will be replaced.

He buried himself in the water again, curled up with his knees wrapped around his knees like a baby.

"Done the washing? I've tidied things up for you." Yu Ke shook the small object in his hand, "Where did you get this stuff?"

It was a small Jade Guanyin, only half the size of a child's palm.

"I bought it." Zhao Fan took it and put it in the box.

"You wear it yourself?"

"Send to friends."

"Men with Avalokitesvara and women with Buddha, are you giving the man?"

Zhaofan was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Fuck, then I have to buy a Jade Buddha." Yu Kemei said happily, "Give it to my wife."

"First of all, you have to have a companion." Zhao Fan felt that it was definitely not the first time he said this.

Yu Ke hummed, "I will definitely have a companion!"

At the end of the year, the new house has been installed, the ventilation is almost adequate, and it is ready for people to live in.

Yan Xiao drove to the flower market, brought back twenty or so pots of green plants, and placed them in each room.

Shen Xun asked: "Are you going to move? I won't be busy at the end of this year, so I'm here to help you move to a new house."

"I won't move." Yan Xiao said, "I still live in the original place."

"Then the new house is empty?"

"I occasionally go there for a day or two."

"You..." Shen Xun sighed, "Forget it, let's not talk about this. When will you send me some postcards you signed?"

Yan Xiao smiled: "You want it?"

"My buddy, a forensic doctor." Shen Xun said, "I'll follow your novel if I have nothing to do. I really like the protagonist."

"Okay, I'll mail it to you in a few days."

Shen Xun paused, "Brother Xiao, what you wrote this time is Zhaofan again, right?"

Yan Xiao didn't speak, and paused slightly with the hand holding the watering can.

The current serialized novel is already the third book he has opened in "Bee Return". The first two books were all hits. When he first submitted the outline and character design of the third book to Komatsu, Komatsu carefully suggested that he change to another one. The subject matter, because in the male frequency military division, realistic anti-drug themes have already been written indiscriminately, and he is now a hot and popular author. Countless readers and competitors are staring at him. His third novel must be amazing. Block all doubting mouths, and if there is anything wrong, you will inevitably encounter cynicism and insults.

"Your current subject matter, once the copy is released, others will say that you are 'exhausted'." Xiaosong said.

"I'm going to silence these people with content," he said.

Since signing with "Bee Gui", he has always valued the editor's opinion, and this is the only time he insisted on himself without thinking.

In the end, Komatsu compromised, but he also warned him that he must be mentally prepared to "go to the street" this time.

To Komatsu's surprise, this anti-narcotics novel not only does not have "hitting the street", but has become the most popular work written by "Yan Xiao" since it was serialized.

There is a sentence in the copy that makes everyone confused - in your name, overcome obstacles.

"My buddy still wants to ask me to ask you." Shen Xun said: "Your novel has climax after climax, and the main character is like cheating. Then when will you fight the boss? When will it end?"

"I don't know." Yan Xiao said.

Shen Xun understood as soon as he heard it, "...you want to write it until Zhaofan comes back?"

"I hope tomorrow, no, it will be over today." Yan Xiao joked in a relaxed tone, with soft eyes.

He didn't know how many dangers Zhaofan had experienced at the border and abroad, so he could only use words to open up another battlefield. Zhaofan was invincible and was always able to save the day.

This is his comfort to himself, and also a blessing to Zhaofan.

"Then it's not called the end, it's called the unfinished." Shen Xun said: "You have to write Zhaofan well when he comes back. Have you forgotten that he is also your fan?"

Yan Xiao chuckled, "Just come back."

After chatting for a while, talking about trivial matters, after hanging up the phone, Yan Xiao tidied up the new home, sweating a little, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The bathroom of this house is very large, in addition to the shower, there is also a bathtub.

He doesn't have the habit of taking a bath, but when he lived with Zhaofan in the past, he heard Zhaofan say more than once: "Hey, everything in our house is good, but the bathroom lacks a bathtub."

"Do you like taking a bath?" he asked.

"I don't care." Zhao Fan said, "My house doesn't have a bathtub, Brother Hao said there's no need for it, and the school doesn't even have a bathtub. I've only taken a bath in a hotel in my life."

Standing by the tub drying his hair, amused by the memory, he turned to look in the mirror and saw the rose tattoo on his upper right arm.

The pattern is almost the same as the tattoo sticker I bought for Zhaofan back then, with blooming roses and broken bullets.

This tattoo was purely on the spur of the moment. One day, he suddenly felt restless and thought of the rose tattoo frequently. He went to the most famous tattoo shop in Shancheng by accident, and paid a lot of money for an "urgent job".

The needle was pricked on the skin, and he closed his eyes, inexplicably thinking of the feeling of the bullet grazed his body.

It wasn't until the roses were finished that the strange anxiety in my heart faded away.

Standing in front of the mirror for a moment, he turned his face and kissed the rose on his arm.

In April, the temperature rises, and some people are already wearing short sleeves on the street.

Yan Xiao remembered that he hadn't been to the new house for a few days, so he planned to rush over to water the flowers and plants.

Halfway through the journey, the phone rang suddenly.He looked at it, it was Yan Ce.

"elder brother."

"What are you doing now?"

He had an intuition that something was wrong, and his nerves suddenly tensed up, "What's wrong? I'm driving."

"Find a place to park." Yan Ce ordered.

His palms were sweating, his heart was beating faster and faster, he stopped by the side of the road and asked in a tight voice, "Is there any news about Zhaofan?"

"Well. He has been back for more than two months, but I just found out today." Yan Ce said, "You come to the capital right away, he may need you."