Nagumo and Namfeng stood side by side on the stone steps of the police station, breathing in the fresh air, and the fatigue of the night was swept away.

"It's sunny!" Nanfeng stretched his waist and said, "Sister, look at this red sun, what a good omen, everyone will definitely return safely." ”

Nagumo looked up at the gate and said, "The sun isn't red one day. ”

"Today is different, extra red. The south wind grinned.

What else was Nanyun going to say, the phone rang.

"Nan Dao, Brother Shan was shot and fell unconscious, we are sending him back to Jinghong, and it is too late to join you. Feng Hao's voice was anxious and urgent, and he hung up without waiting for Nanyun to reply.

Nagumo froze there, his brain blank.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Nanfeng grabbed her arm and shook it.

The phone slipped from the palm of her hand.

"What's going on, sister?" asked Nanfeng as he picked it up.

Nanyun's hand was still in his ear, maintaining the shape of holding the phone, looking at his sister in a daze, and spit out a word for a long time, "Go!"

"Where are you going?" asked Nanfeng.

Nagumo was already running towards her car.

Nanfeng hurriedly followed, got into the car, and before he could sit down, the car had already jumped out like an arrow.

No wonder today's sun is exceptionally red, it turned out to be blood-stained.

Nanyun hurried all the way back to Jinghong, and when he arrived at the hospital, Wan Shan had already been sent to the operating room.

Feng Hao was pacing anxiously outside the door, and two policemen stood guard in front of the door.

Nanyun was unusually calm all the way, and the moment he saw Feng Hao, his legs suddenly became weak.

"Mouse!" she shouted, her throat and eyes trembling.

"Nan Dao, you're back!" Feng Hao couldn't hold it anymore when he saw Nan Yun, so he ran over and grabbed her hand, tears falling from his eyes.

Nanyun wanted to ask how Wanshan was doing, but when he saw Feng Hao crying, his heart sank.

If it weren't for the seriousness of the injury, Feng Hao wouldn't have cried.

She opened her mouth, suddenly losing the courage to ask.

"Sit down and wait, sister. Nanfeng helped her to sit on the bench in front of the door.

That's three hours.

These three hours were the longest wait Nagumo had ever experienced, and she was too stiff to stand up as the closed door slowly opened.

A white coat came out and announced that the patient was out of danger, and Nagumo's heart was relieved and he fell to the ground.

"Sister!"

"Nandao!"

Feng Hao's joy had not yet dissipated, and he was so frightened that his soul flew away.

The white coat came over to look at it and said, "It's okay, it's caused by excessive emotional tension and sudden relaxation, just send it to the ward for an intravenous drip." ”

The two hurriedly looked for medical staff and sent her to the ward.

Bit by bit, Nanfeng accompanied her here, and Feng Hao went to Wanshan's ward.

An hour later, Wan Shan woke up.

When Feng Hao saw him wake up, he cried and laughed, and he was so excited that he almost knelt down and kowtowed to God.

"Brother Shan, Brother Shan, thank God, you finally woke up, if you don't wake up again, I'll go with you, woo woo ......"

Wan Shan blinked weakly, and waited until he had been crazy enough before he asked, "What about Nandao?"

Feng Hao's laughter and tears were collected, and he shouted angrily, "What, Brother Shan, you are too partial, look at the tears I shed for you......"

"Shut up!" Wan Shan glared at him weakly, "Girls are awkward, aren't they disgusting?"

"......," Feng Hao said aggrievedly, "People are revealing their true feelings, right?"

Wan Shan didn't have the strength to pay attention to him, so he asked again, "Where is Nandao?"

"Nandao has been guarding you for a few hours, and you are too tired, so you can rest in the next ward. Feng Hao said.

"Oh. Wan Shan blinked, indicating that he understood, and asked again, "Where is Biaozi?"

"Biao Zi......" Feng Hao leaned over and said in a low voice, "Biao Zi was shot in the center of the eyebrows by you, and he burped on the spot!"

"Dead?" Wan Shan exhaled, and the stuffiness in his chest slowly dissipated.

Dad, you can rest in peace!

"Shhhhhhhhhhh

Wan Shan's face turned pale, knowing that he had been monitored.

"Don't worry, he'll take care of you. Feng Hao whispered.

Wan Shan was silent.

Feng Hao wanted to say some more comforting words, but opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Does Nan Dao know the situation?" Wan Shan asked.

"I don't know yet. Feng Hao said, "She sat outside waiting for you from the moment she arrived at the hospital, and waited motionless for several hours without saying a word in between." ”

Wan Shan closed his eyes, he could imagine her appearance, and unspeakable emotions surged in his heart, "Since she doesn't know, don't tell her the truth, don't say that Biaozi was killed by me." ”

"Why?" Feng Hao asked.

"I don't want her to worry about it. Wan Shan said, "Let's wait until there is a result, you can also talk to the captain, don't leak your mouth in front of her." ”

"Okay!" Feng Hao nodded, "I'll call the director, and by the way, inform Nandao that you're awake." ”

"Hmm. Wan Shan blinked, "If she is still sleeping, don't wake her up." ”

"Good. Feng Hao opened the door and went out.

Two policemen stood in the doorway, one left and one right.

When Feng Hao saw them, he panicked, went to the bathroom to call the director, and came out and went to Nanyun's room.

Nanyun hadn't woken up yet, Nanfeng was guarding her, and when she saw Feng Hao coming in, she asked him what was wrong.

"Brother Shan woke up, I came over and told Nan Dao. Feng Hao said.

Nan Yun suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

Scared the two of them.

"Sister, are you awake?" asked Nanfeng.

Nagumo moved to the side of the bed to look for shoes.

"Sister, what are you doing, you still have water!"

Nanyun put on his shoes, took off the hanging water bottle and handed it to Feng Hao, and walked out.

She didn't dare to speak, for fear that tears would fall as soon as she opened her mouth.

Wan Shan closed his eyes, the wound on his left shoulder was throbbing, the pain was piercing, he was able to endure it enough, and he still couldn't help but let out a small groan.

The door opened, and someone walked in, one step at a time, with a familiar rhythm, approaching him gently.

He didn't open his eyes, and the pain and anxiety slowly settled down, and the wound didn't hurt so much.

A shadow hung over the head of the bed, and a cold hand caressed his cheek, delicate, gentle, and infinitely restrained.

Wan Shan's heart was trembling slightly, his throat was choked uncomfortably, and he couldn't help but open his eyes, just as a tear fell, dripping into his eyes, merging with his tears, and sliding from the corners of his eyes into his sideburns.

"Did you sleep well?" Wan Shan pulled out a smile, his voice low.

"Good. Nagumo looked greedily into his eyes and asked, "What about you?"

"I'm fine. Wan Shan said.

"Oh. Nagumo answered, and fell silent.

Feng Hao hung the hanging water bottle on the shelf at the head of the bed and moved a chair for her.

Nanyun sat down, and the two of them just looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.

Feng Hao quietly pulled the south wind out, and both of them were unaware.

Nanyun didn't cry or ask about Wanshan's injury, didn't comfort him or was busy, just looked at him quietly, as if he wanted to see the desolation of the earth.

Wan Shan thinks it's good.

Compared with crying and crying, she is more touching than crying.

Her eyes could see into the depths of his soul.

……

When it was dark, the director came, bringing great good news.

This battle can be said to be a complete victory, except for Hu Guangzong, who fell off the cliff, none of the other criminals slipped through the net, the flies were also caught, and all the people involved in the case on Meng Chaojie's side were also arrested, and even bribe-takers like Ji Fan could not escape the involvement.

Steward Zhen confessed everything, Meng Chaojie originally pleaded not guilty, but after seeing the account books and Steward Zhen, he had nothing to say.

In the afternoon of the next day, news came from the border that Hu Guangzong's body had been found, and although it had been shattered beyond recognition, it was certain that it was him from his clothes and the handcuffs he was wearing.

After the news came back, Nagumo was sad for a long time.

Since then, there has been one less man in the world with a gentle smile and a good demeanor.

His suffering, his sin, his stupidity, all drifted away like the wind.

For a few days in a row, Nagumo always heard someone ask in his dreams, what is your name?

When she woke up, she would recall the first time she saw Hu Guangzong, with a gentle smile on his face, his hands in his trouser pockets, leaning slightly and asking her, what is your name?

My name is Nagumo!, she whispered into the boundless darkness.

A week later, Wan Shan was in stable condition and was hospitalized awaiting a verdict from the authorities.

Nagumo didn't know about this.

Nanfeng led the group to Australia, and when he left, he had a serious and serious conversation with Wan Shan, and repeatedly warned Nagumo not to secretly go to the northeast while she was away.

Nanyun promised, and as soon as she left, he would take Wanshan home.

The house had been renovated and the damaged furniture had been replaced, and the director promised to apply for compensation for her in the future.

The two sat on the new couch, each lit a cigarette, and chatted without a word in the smoke.

"Do you remember the first time you came to my house?" asked Nagumo.

"Remember, you hurt your arm, I'll give you the medicine. Wan Shan nodded, her fair skin and her long, short groan in her mind.

"Hey, did you deliberately hum in front of me at that time?" Wan Shan asked.

"What's the matter, people really hurt!" Nanyun smiled with his eyes and admitted without dying.

Wan Shan pouted.

"You don't believe me?" Nagumo asked with a smile, "It's as if I deliberately seduced and lured you." ”

"Isn't it?" Wan Shan dusted off a piece of cigarette ash, and the pictures that had been teased by her before also appeared one by one, and gradually his heart became dry and warm.

"Well, I'll admit it. Nanyun squeezed to his side, and his mouth came to his ear, "I just want to seduce and lure you, from the first time I saw you, I wanted to occupy you." ”

The warm tobacco-scented breath brushed his ears, and Wan Shan couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his breath became short.

Nagumo smiled away from his ear.

"Your concentration seems to be getting worse and worse. ”

"......" Wan Shan blushed, took a cup of water and poured it, and said, "I'm just thirsty." ”

"Huh!" Nanyun didn't believe it at all, and stood up with his hair in his hands, "I'll take a shower, and then I'll give you something to eat." ”

Wanshan became dry again.

Nanyun laughed, went to the bathroom with his waist swinged, took off his clothes, and suddenly poked his head out again and asked Wanshan, "Why do you never call me by my name?"

"I'm used to calling Nandao. Wan Shan said.

"Then you can call me now. Nagumo said.

Wan Shan tried, shook his head, and said, "I can't call it." ”

"Don't scream, don't call me out!" Nagumo stretched out a leg and threatened him, "Look, it's naked." ”

"Don't!" Wan Shan stood up in a hurry and blurted out, "Nanyun!"

"Hey!" Nanyun smiled with crooked eyebrows, "Shout again!"

"Nanyun!" Wan Shan called again, this time very smoothly.

Nanyun was satisfied, and closed the door with a bang, "Wait for me!"

Wan Shan stood dumbfounded, listening to the sound of the water, and a painful look gradually appeared in his eyes.

He walked softly to the bathroom door, Nagumo's silhouette reflected in the frosted glass, he reached out and touched it, and his mouth burned a kiss on the shadow's face.

"Nagumo, goodbye!"

He wiped away a tear that had slipped to his cheek, turned and strode away.