Summer 【Chiqin】

During the whole process of treating the wound, no one spoke.With his bare upper body, he pressed the towel wrapped in ice cubes on the wound, and saw Gin treating the blade with fire.

Then just pour hydrogen peroxide, open the wound, take out the bullet, stop the bleeding, apply medicine, and bandage the wound.

He figured he and Gin were professionals in this area after all.

Because the injury was on the shoulder blade, he sat back on the sofa and turned his head to the other side to allow more space for handling.The light in the living room was bright, and he could only see from the corner of his eye that Gin was treating his wound at a very close distance, the warm moisture breathed on his neck, and the blond hair was even brighter due to the light.Some strands of hair slipped from his shoulders, burning golden illusions in his eyes.He thought he might have lost a little blood and was dizzy.He closes his eyes.Then open it.

He ran his left hand through the long blonde hair and pinned it behind Gin's ear.

too close.

Even breathing became more careful.It's not just that the wound hurts.

Some hot liquid fell on his bare skin.He saw that Gin's forehead was covered with sweat.

He fumbled with his left hand to find the remote control for the air conditioner.

Di-

Then the night temperature started to drop.

The sound of the water drowning out the sound of the air conditioner while Gin was in the bathroom.He was still sitting on the couch, smoking, his body wrapped in bandages.

The ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly cut through the monotonous sound in the space.Judy panicked and said are you okay, Xiu.

He closed the phone, frowning slightly.

The plan went off track from the start.The police who were supposed to show up went to Harumi Wharf by mistake.He thought that this kind of oolong would make mistakes. No wonder he could only be assigned to the Japanese police and could not be promoted to the headquarters.And this is obviously not the crux of the problem.

Who would have attacked him, if not the arranged police?

Or rather, the one who attacked Gin.

It's the people in the organization.

He saw Gin coming out of the bathroom wiping her hair.Then toss the towel aside.Drips of hair wet clothes.He saw Gin sitting down next to him, also lighting a cigarette.

own people?

After a brief weighing, he chose to continue the topic.After all, this is a rare time for Gin to talk a lot.He thought that there is a reason for the cliché of heroes saving the beauty to be passed down through the ages, even though the story is full of mistakes.

And Gin glanced at him and raised the corners of his mouth to smile with slight contempt. Gin said that you are still a rookie after all.

Later, he also raised the corners of his mouth and said, please give me more advice.

Smoke filled the space.

Gin said that I jumped up too fast, and there were many people in the organization who were unhappy with me.

Said, this is not the first time.

There was a long puff of smoke from his breath.The space has completely cooled down.He said so.

So, you have scars too?

And Gin looked at it with a half smile but not a smile, eyes met, and said, I can't see it if I want to.

he laughs.Noncommittal.

In the long silence, only the hum of the air conditioner remained.Some cold.He reached out and pressed the remote.The space suddenly fell into silence.

Gin said, do I need to say thank you.

He thought for a while, stubbed out the cigarette butt, and said, no need.

There are signs of light outside the window.No matter how long the night is, it cannot escape the moment of sunrise.Half a waning moon hangs in the sky dying.Surrounded by twinkling morning stars.And after a long, long silence, he heard Gin's voice.

happy Birthday.

He smiled silently.The pain gradually left his nerves.He got up and walked to the door and said, eat cake together.

this night.Big success.

Later Gin said, put in a few candles.

He said it wasn't necessary.

Later, a single candle symbolically stands alone on the cake.

The lights in the room are symbolically turned off when symbolic candles are lit.But the dimly bright sky outside the window has already sneaked into this space.He looked at the fire burning alone and suddenly said with emotion that he hadn't done this kind of thing for many years.

The people on the side also looked at the light and remained silent.smoking.

Later he asked, your birthday?

He saw Gin glance at him and look away again.The world was silent in the early morning.The smell of cigarettes lingers.A few wax tears fell on the cream.

After a long time he heard Gin's voice.

Didn't I say that.

He saw Gin put out the cigarette butt.

do not know.

He raised his eyebrows.Then suddenly laughed.

He said Gin.The person called made eye contact with him.

You are not actually a 16-year-old boy, are you?

A gun was brought to his forehead.

It's not funny at all, Gin said.

And he took Gin's gun hand with his left hand and gently moved it away.He kept smiling throughout the process.

He said but.

But, you laughed.

The dangerous murder weapon was later thrown under the sofa.It was bright daylight. Gin said viciously, hurry up and make a wish.

Smiling, he took another candle and lit it and plugged it into the cake.

He said that even your 16 years together.

He said make a wish.

The sun showed its face on the edge of the city.