[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Gazing at the disappearing figure in the corridor, he fell silent.

It turns out that he and Huang met so early...?

It was even earlier than he had always thought. He couldn't remember when Huang first appeared in the military school newspaper, maybe earlier, and of course, it might be in the not-too-distant future.

That sentinel, the sentinel of the dragon-shaped spiritual guide, could it be that... the answer was almost ready to come out, but he didn't dare to think about it, it was a thorn in his body, pierced into his flesh, and he deliberately avoided that fact It's been too long, and I suddenly feel a little overwhelmed with what it means.It's not that he hasn't guessed it before, but it has been denied by himself in the "well". Now if he didn't see it with his own eyes, I'm afraid it would be unbelievable.

He couldn't wait to confirm—that sentinel must be me, must it be me!So the person you have liked for so long, will it be me? !

It was difficult for him to control his throbbing heart, his chest was filled with the throbbing like when it was just blooming in the epiphyllum.

On January [-]th, the dragon-shaped spiritual guide mistook him for a junior senior because of the cherry blossom demon, and all the clues matched.It was difficult for him to express his mood at this moment in words, so he could only look around, trying to find the figure he dreamed of, and tightened his grip on the collar of the other person, asking if it was him.

But this time was different.

He has the confidence to get an affirmative answer.

With the departure of the "little brother", the memory was disconnected here. This is not the deepest memory, but it is the one that haunts him the most, so it became the first thing he saw through the link. What kind of shit Federation, stand aside, he is not such a great person.There will be many more in the future. After the guide and sentinel are combined, these unnecessary information exchanges will become a daily routine. He can see it, and of course Huang can also see it...

Huang will soon know about the vigil, and his secretive little thoughts will be completely seen.

Yimulian shook his head, according to his memory, in less than 3 minutes, the Peach Blossom Demon would arrive late and "take over" with him, squatting at the door of the ward with his hands clasped to pray for his best friend.He saw that he went to the unreliable medical doctor to ask about the situation, and left with two dark circles under his eyes after making sure that the cherry blossom demon was slightly stable. When he left, he looked back at the lonely back of the peach blossom demon, and suddenly couldn't touch He wondered if he should go up and give her a hug.

Yimulian forgot whether he had it or not, anyway, it turned out to be the photo he saw in Peach Blossom Demon's circle of friends.

If so...

She probably also witnessed the combination of her best friend and sentinel whom she has always had a crush on.

He is actually much luckier than the Peach Blossom Demon, because he himself can't forget the moment of despair when he learned the so-called "truth" at the engagement ceremony. He has been obsessed with this matter for too long, and it's time to leave.

He walked away step by step in the direction where his elementary school brother came, and the sky brightened up bit by bit. It was no longer the dead and depressing white ceiling of the military academy. He saw a whole starry night sky with a bright moon hanging high. Overhead, lighting up the surrounding roads.

Where is this?It took him less than half a second to think, and he recognized it quickly.

——The spiritual picture of Huang.

He has been here before, so he naturally remembers.Under his feet is the blue ocean, and the ripples spread out with his steps, drawing some arcs on the reflection of the moon, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

To be precise, Yimulian has never seen the real ocean with his own eyes, but he still believes that it will be the most beautiful place among all oceans.It would be great if this place is real, he can hold a sun umbrella here, oh no, it should be a moon umbrella now, spread out a beach chair, just as advertised in the travel advertisement, a day can simply pass by Now, there is no fighting openly or secretly, and there is no hatred between the country and the family.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Someone behind him suddenly slapped him again, and Yimulian was startled by his own thoughts, and of course he might have been thundered by him.He looked back, and Huang Ye was looking at him suspiciously: "What are you thinking? The smile is so evil."

Yimulian defended himself: "No."

When did Huang come, he didn't realize it!

"This is my mental image, I can go wherever I want." Huang raised his eyebrows, he seemed in a very good mood, and he didn't know what he saw in his memory, but Huang didn't mean to mention it: " Where did you go just now? I have been waiting for you here for 15 minutes."

Did Huang not see anything?

It shouldn't be, Yimu even saw the smile in Huang's eyes almost overflowing, obviously he saw something that made him happy, how could he be waiting for him in this scene!

Yimulian shifted his gaze a little embarrassedly: "I... read your memory."

Huang Fei was not unhappy, but rather interested in the content: "Oh?"

"0107, the password to unlock your communicator." Yimulian reminded.

"what is that?"

"..."

What is this thick intention to conceal!

Just when he couldn't figure out why Huang wanted to make excuses, Huang seemed to finally remember the meaning of January [-]th, and blinked: "Ah? So you only know."

Huang pinched the back of his neck: "It's already the 22nd century, and even you are too dull at first glance."

"...What does this have to do with several centuries?" Yimulian didn't struggle, letting the other party have fun: "Then, that sentinel is actually..."

Huang quickly let go of him, and slapped him on the back: "Look, the whale jumped out of the water!"

"That's a dolphin."

"... There is a small one following behind!"

"That's a shark."

Yimulian turned around and grabbed Huang's collar, not letting the other party wait for an opportunity to change the subject, so he had to meet his gaze directly: "The sentinel you were thinking about at the engagement banquet...is it me?"

Huang didn't answer him.

Huang buried his head and bit his trembling lips in one bite, swallowing his resistance in the hot and intense kiss, and his mind, which was still clear just now, suddenly fell into a lingering drowsiness, and the entanglement of lips and tongue uprooted his consciousness Since then, I can't feel anything except the licking at the base of my tongue.The softness in his heart collapsed, and he couldn't help but tiptoed to deepen the kiss, and even blocked Huang back, sticking his tongue into the other's mouth and writhing.

The existence of the sentinel almost drove him crazy. He clearly knew the answer, but he still stubbornly wanted to get an affirmative answer from Huangkou.

The imaginary enemy is himself, which is really ridiculous.

Yimulian was almost out of breath, so he had to gently push Kaihuang, and wiped off a silver thread that slipped down and hung on his lips with the back of his hand: "Answer me."

Huang squinted his eyes, did not answer, licked his lips with interest, swallowed back the water stain he had stamped on in a panic, and snapped his fingers.This "malicious" behavior made Yimulian blush—in reality, they had just finished their work!Gosh!Does this cheeky sentinel want to mess around again because he is not injured in the mental image? !

But he soon stopped complaining so much. With the sound of snapping his fingers, something fell behind him. He looked back and saw that it was a beach chair: "..."

This is in Huang's mental picture, what else can hide it from Huang?

"Sir, do you need me to apply sunscreen for you?" Huang bowed to him, with a wicked smile on his lips.

"Don't talk nonsense, answer me." Yimulian was impatient and kicked over the reclining chair.The deck chair fell into the sea, and soon surfaced pitifully again.

Huang looked at him as if he was hopeless, with a look of disdain: "Marshal Lian, why do you always have the illusion that '0107' is important?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't understand where your misunderstanding started, but you must have made a mistake."

Yimulian's heart skipped a beat unexpectedly.

Huang walked over to pick up the deck chair, the silver ring on his ring finger was shining under the moonlight: "I never loved that sentinel."

At most, I think he is handsome.

Yimulian's gaze suddenly became very strange, and the fact that he had always believed in was denied by the person involved. Nothing is more shocking than this: "Huh?" There is another sentinel that I don't know: "I'm talking about that..."

"Who cares about you, I have nothing to do to love a sentinel, is there something wrong?"

"Uh……"

Thinking about it at a glance, it seems reasonable, there is indeed repulsion between the sentinel and the sentinel, but in the same way, didn't the peach blossom demon also fall in love with the cherry blossom demon without hesitation?Love is such an unreasonable thing, if you look at it from an ordinary perspective, he won't have to worry about it for a year or so.But to be honest, there is really nothing that reminds him of the sentinel this year. Huang's life is very normal, except that he is embarrassed to do anything with the title of marshal, and his attitude towards the sentry around him is nothing special. , "Sexual orientation" does not seem to be a big problem——

"Stupid!" Huang stretched out his hand and rubbed his head vigorously, making him dizzy: "Don't you just come and see if you want to see it, and just think wildly if you don't see it, and you don't have the spirit of seeking truth from facts in military schools at all."

Yimulian ignored his coquettish words, and the waves in front of his eyes were swirling: "But you are not..." At the engagement banquet, he clearly felt Huang's thoughts at that moment from his consciousness cloud, holding an engagement ring and thinking of it. People, who else could they be?He thought about it and felt that it was not good, and said: "No, I promised you that I will not check your consciousness cloud at will."

Huang pulled his hand over again, and took the initiative to stick it on his forehead: "Don't talk, just look."

Here is the mental picture, I can't see your mind.Yimu thought about it, but he still put his hand in Araku's heart with confidence—could it be that he was thinking too much?impossible.They have been married for a year, and until some time ago, they still kept a completely respectful distance from each other, perhaps more like a couple living apart, separated, not interfering in each other's private life, but they can pretend to be happy and harmonious in public, and Is it even more plausible than this?no.

And, obviously... obviously haven't touched him for a year.

Could there be a more appropriate explanation than that the heart belongs elsewhere?

"You smell of smoke in your hand, Marshal Lian." Huang suddenly broke the silence.

Yimulian withdrew his hand reflexively, and it took him a while to realize that what Huang said was not the present: "Ah, since then you have..."

Huang said this sentence as early as in the military court. At that time, he misunderstood the meaning of this sentence. It turned out that Huang did not smell the unlit cigarette in his pocket, but discovered him through his mental image. Do you actually smoke?

"When did you quit?"

"Before marriage."

"It's so hard work." Huang said in amazement.

Yimulian didn't deny it, just said: "The sentinel is quite sensitive to the smell of smoke, so it's disgusting."

Although he didn't know that whether he quit smoking had no effect on the marriage until after he got married-it still failed like that, he didn't have the opportunity to get close to Huang most of the time, even the routine "spiritual connection" Kissing will stop from time to time because one party is busy with work... Even if he smokes secretly, he may not be discovered.

How sad.

"That's right." Huang Gou hooked the tip of his nose, actually a little shy: "But you look good when you smoke."

"Cough cough cough!!!" Yimulian choked heavily.

"You smelled of cigarettes at the engagement party."

"that's not me……"

Wait, what, so Huang remembered that "sentry" because of this? !Thinking of the smoking self at the engagement banquet is also because of this? !Just because of such a silly reason, he has been jealous of himself for a whole year? !

Yimulian's heart exploded into a ball, but he didn't think he was ridiculous, but he was still deeply moved.

--Very good.

——It’s really not someone else, it’s me.

——The person I love, he likes me.

Huang pretended to be deep, and hugged him: "You started liking me so early?"

"..."

"Ok?"

Yimulian thought about it carefully, and then said: "It's very early. It's very early." Even he himself couldn't tell.It's hard for him not to describe his love with the word "unknown love" and added in a low voice: "It's not important."

Huang retorted: "This is very important. It is related to how long I have been unrequitedly in love."

Yimulian wanted to say "you are in a dream" to him, but you still want to love me unrequitedly?Sorry for being late, it must be seven or eighty years later than I fell in love with you.It might have been the instinctive attraction of the sentinel and the guide at first, but it soon changed. He didn't care about the process. Anyway, emotionally speaking, it was something that was not very clear.

"No, that's not important."

The bright waves circled around in Yimulianyan, and finally condensed in the corners of the eyes, touching the scene and forming a thin layer of moisture.

It doesn't matter who falls in love with whom first, the bond between the sentinel and the guide will be for life, and in the long years to come, the humility and compromise between each other will be worn away by the years.

This love will eventually be equal.

Looking at his side face, Huang was absent-minded for a while, and finally he didn't hold back the words that were about to come out of his heart.

"I have never loved anyone other than you. Yimulian."

Yimu looked back at the dark sentinel who was staring deeply at him, trying to find even one percent of hypocrisy in it, but he failed, Huang spoke very seriously, and did not have the habit of opening his eyes and talking nonsense in the past , as if those rascal words before were just paving the way for this.He was suddenly a little uncomfortable, the spikes all over his body fell to the ground, and there were thousands of words to say, so that he didn't know where to start.

"Um……"

As for why I am reluctant to combine with you, I will not tell you, and you don't need to know, just as you will not tell me what you have paid for me.But you can get that piece of memory from me anytime you want.

Huang put his hands on his waist, and the corner of his mouth slowly curled up into a smile.

I won't die, and I won't let you die.

trust me.

The mooring surface at the bottom of Yimulian's feet suddenly lost strength, and the two fell under the water surface together, the sea water beckoned to swallow him up, he hugged Huang's neck tightly with all his strength, and once again fell into suffocation in the scorching kiss.