The setting sun paints the yellow sand with a layer of afterglow, and in the afterglow sits a young man, holding a paintbrush in his right hand, and in front of him is a canvas, on which he is depicting something in earnest.

The canvas is also a scene in front of you, with endless yellow sand and a dim sunset, and at the junction of the horizon and the horizon, there is a distant back, lonely but resolute, dressed in a camouflage uniform and carrying a submachine gun on his shoulder.

The eyes of the painter are gentle, as if the person in the painting will come out at any time, and the scene in the painting seems to be alive and infused with infinite life.

This is Situ Qingfeng's sixth day in Uganda, although there is nothing here, and he is accompanied by yellow sand and poverty all day long, but he is steady.

A shout came from behind him, and a calm and powerful male voice penetrated his eardrums: "I'm back." ”

Situ Qingfeng turned around instantly, and saw Meng Feng's dusty appearance standing behind him, he dropped his paintbrush and ran forward, hugged him tightly, buried his face in his chest, and greedily enjoyed the taste that belonged to him.

"I've kept you waiting this time. Meng Feng wrapped his hands around his waist, his face pressed against his soft hair, and kissed him gently.

"I don't mind, just come back. Situ Qingfeng smiled gently, and immediately let go of his hand, "You're hungry, I've cooked a meal, and I'll go back and warm it up for you later." ”

Meng Feng was already very tired, he had just returned from the battlefield, there were countless wounds on his body, and his whole body was on the verge of dehydration.

But even so, he still came to pick up Situ Qingfeng, during the time he was not at home, Situ Qingfeng often painted here alone, and it was lonely and boring to think about.

The two held hands and walked back slowly in the yellow sand, Situ Qingfeng was carrying the sketchpad on his back, Meng Feng wanted to hold it for him, but he refused - please, he is also a man.

After walking for about ten minutes, the two returned to their temporary residence in Uganda, which was a simple single-family house with four walls, only simple necessities, the windows were not closed tightly, and the second floor even leaked rain, but they both liked it -

Here, no one will question them because of their same-sex identity.

Meng Feng broke with his family since he decided to come out, and Meng's father couldn't believe that after so many years of hard training, his only son, who was expected to inherit the family business and was on the rise, actually ...... Would like a man!

How can such a person stay in the barracks?

How can such an identity seek an official position?

Meng Feng knelt in front of his father, his back was beaten and bruised, Rao was like this, but his determination to be with Situ Qingfeng had never changed.

"I'll ask you one last time!

Meng Feng's eyes were as calm as a lake, staring intently at the jaw-dropping father and mother who cried until he almost fainted, and said indifferently: "I give up my military identity, I want to be with him." ”

"Rebel!" General Meng slapped him hard and roared, "Get out of here!" From now on, you are no longer my son, nor are you a member of the Meng family!"

Meng Feng kowtowed three heads firmly, closed his eyes and said: "My son is not filial, but I hope that one day you can understand that in the face of love, power, status, identity, and glory are not important." ”

It seemed to be something close at hand, but it was like a world away, and since then, the successor that the old man is most proud of has withdrawn from military service, given up his military rank, left his family, and disappeared.

He took Situ Qingfeng far away, he found an identity in the international mercenary organization, and he hunted smugglers, arms dealers, drug dealers, and terrorist organizations.

He's still doing the right thing, in the right way he can.

And Situ Qingfeng has been following him to stop and go, going in and out of various dangerous occasions with him, and when he performs tasks, he goes to paint, sculpt, and do his own things.

If he doesn't carry out the task, the young couple will find a place near the mountains and rivers and use the money earned by the two of them to live a clean life.

With no fixed place to live, wandering and turbulent, Situ Qingfeng is not afraid, he is only afraid of leaving the man in front of him and losing the lover in front of him.

Meng Feng closed the door, threw the gun into the corner of the wall, and the two hugged each other, needless to say, Situ Qingfeng had already sent his thin lips.

Lips parted, Meng Feng's voice was hoarse, his eyes were dyed with a smile, rubbed his ears and said, "I'll go take a bath first." ”

"I'll give you a hot meal. Situ Qingfeng reluctantly let go of his hand.

Meng Feng casually took off his clothes and entered the bathroom, the clothes were already so dirty that he couldn't see the original color, and the bloodstains didn't know if it was his own or whose it was, mixed with the soot gunpowder after the gunsmoke, Situ Qingfeng habitually soaked them in the basin, and poured disinfectant and laundry detergent, waiting for the time to wash later.

The two of them are no longer the identity of the young masters in the family, now they don't have a washing machine, and they can't live a carefree life when they wear dirty, but there is no difficulty in living a thrifty life for them, Meng Feng is not particular, many years of military life have already created his rough character, Situ Qingfeng is also very casual, he is very homely, he is good at cooking and decorating, no matter what kind of environment he lives in, he can create a comfortable nest for the two.

They are a match made in heaven - Situ Qingfeng thought to himself.

There was a sound of rushing water in the bathroom, Meng Feng cleaned his body, and skillfully disinfected his wounds, Qingfeng used to be nervous and worried when he saw it, and he was so distressed every time that he didn't want it, but now it has long been commonplace, and he is no longer worried.

"Hey, this kid is getting more and more hard-hearted. Meng Feng complained in his heart while applying the potion.

I don't know how long he washed the muddy and dirty water, until the water on his body turned from black to clear, then he turned off the faucet, dried his hair in the bathroom, changed into clean clothes, and went out humming a little song.

Situ Qingfeng is bringing the baked cupcakes to the table, there are porridge side dishes and meat cold cuts on the table, there is almost nothing to eat here, a little vegetable is grown by themselves, the meat is occasionally brought back by Meng Feng, there is all kinds of meat, it can be called the delicacies of the mountains and the sea.

"Hey, today's meal was hearty. Meng Feng twitched his nose, "What day, or did you suddenly find out about your conscience?"

"Guess what. Qingfeng smiled slightly.

Meng Feng didn't feel irritable, but thought about it seriously, and after a while, he suddenly realized: "Could it be celebrating the first anniversary of our elopement?"

Situ Qingfeng nodded: "Replace wine with porridge, cheers." Thank you for remembering. ”

The bowls were always carried by Situ Qingfeng, and these two bowls had been with them for a long time, or when they decided to elope, the sweetheart gave them the "wedding gift" of their husband.

"Of course I remember, you have officially accompanied me to live a hard life since today last year, and I will not forget what came and went in the wind and rain, and I will return it to you twice in the future. ”

"What else. Qingfeng glared at him, "Just take care of yourself, I just want you to be safe." ”

"I know, so I've been careful. ”

"But you've also been desperate. Qingfeng was helpless, "Please think about me next time you are desperate." ”

"No way, be a soldier. Meng Feng grinned indifferently, "My daughter-in-law's cooking is so delicious, when I get old and can't carry a gun, let's find a place near the mountains and rivers to farm and hunt for a small life, and I will accompany you to hold art exhibitions from time to time." ”

"Good. Situ Qingfeng nodded seriously, "This is what you promised me, don't forget." ”

If you say something to Meng Feng, it's in vain, after all, when you go to the battlefield, your life is not your own at all. But Qingfeng still wanted to hear such a promise, as if this would ensure that Meng Feng was safe.

"Don't forget, by the way, I've successfully completed the mission this time, and I'm almost ready to leave this place where birds don't. How about a two-month break? I'm out of work lately. ”

"Good. Situ Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, "Go back and see your son, let's pick up my son and stay in Austria for a while." ”

"Cheng, it's all up to you. Meng Feng smiled softly, "Leave everything big and small to my daughter-in-law, don't worry." ”

While the two were eating, Meng Feng picked out some interesting things about him in the mission and told Qingfeng about them, most of them were some troubles in the military camp, but he wouldn't talk about the real bloody and bloody wind, and he would be worried if he talked too much about Qingfeng.

"You know, Hawk was taken by the daughter of a local chief, and they insisted on keeping him as a native. In that kind of polygamous place, we let him stay and enjoy the blessings. ”

"Indigenous daughters may not be willing to share their husbands. Qingfeng commented.

It's hard to say, because thinking is so ingrained that it may seem commonplace to them. ”

"Do you want to stay too?" Qingfeng asked, narrowing his eyes, his little eyes revealing aggressiveness.

"How could it be. Meng Feng shrugged, "I don't have much interest in women, it doesn't matter if she's the daughter of an African sheikh or the daughter of an oil tycoon." ”

A meal is finished in such a daily conversation, after the meal, Qingfeng washes the dishes, and Meng Feng feeds the little yellow-haired dog adopted by Qingfeng outside the door.

After feeding the dogs, I washed my hands again, and just as the breeze was cleaned up.

Meng Feng pulled the passing breeze over, wrapped his hands around his waist, and buried his head in his neck and shoulders.

"What's wrong?"

"You know what I want. Meng Feng's tone was low, slightly hoarse, and his thin lips touched his white neck, "For example, check if you have lost weight." ”