Twentieth century, Seoul, South Korea.

The breath of spring permeated the air, and the sky was so blue that it was like the realm of the gods, and no impurities were allowed to mix. The shimmer spreads on the floor of the living room, creating different shades of light and shadow.

In the morning, Leng Xue wanted to go out to the bookstore. In the endless long years, reading books is a good way to pass the time and enrich life. When everything was ready, she opened the door, and the envelope on the floor managed to catch her eye.

Bending down, picking it up, taking it apart, looking at it, a line of short Chinese comes into view—ten o'clock, Nanshan Park, the president is attacked.

Immediately, a voice appeared in her mind, "Tomorrow morning, the president is going to Nanshan Park to fish, and we have to do a good job of guarding." ”

Fan Min-joong, a native of Busan, is a Blue House security guard and presidential bodyguard. Not only can you hold a gun in both hands, but you can also play a good piano with one hand. Deeply in love with cold snow.

I looked at the wall clock on the wall, and it was 9:38. Time was pressing, and the cold snow that threw away the paper and envelopes immediately went out. Destination, Nanshan Park.

Running on the road, she prayed in her heart. I hope it's time to •••••• sensitive, you must not be fine.

In the park, by the lake, under the trees, two men with gray temples sat on a low bench, and beside him stood two young men in black suits, with awe-inspiring expressions. Not far away, two other young people walked back and forth, one of whom was Fan Minzhong.

As the president's bodyguard, no one should slack off on any occasion. If the president makes a mistake, they will not be able to account to the public in the Republic of Korea. In each case, each person is carrying out his or her mission with a high degree of concentration and determination to protect the President.

After waiting for more than 10 minutes, the president was overjoyed to see a fish bite the hook. Putting away the fishing rod, he was overjoyed to have caught a big fish.

Suddenly, a gunshot broke all joy.

"What's going on?" It is not a loss to politicians, leaders of the country, the president turned around and asked calmly.

Hearing the sound, the three bodyguards immediately stood in front of the president, and Fan Minzhong stood at the front, and everyone drew their guns and looked around.

"Rest assured, we'll keep you safe." Without looking back, Fan Minzhong looked left and right to find the source of the gunshot.

Due to the lush trees and dense grass, everyone could not find the enemy's trace for a while, so they were in a passive state.

In the snap of a finger, the sound of gunfire came again. This time, the bullet hit the arm of the man in front of the president's right. Because of this shot, Fan Minzhong found the location of the attacker. He then shot at a certain tree. The bullet grazed the trunk of the tree and did not cause any harm to the attacker.

With Fan Minzhong's shooting, the two sides officially started a shootout. In the four-on-one duel, the president's bodyguards failed to take advantage of the slightest, and the situation was in a tepid state.

When the time came for the real attack, the attacker turned his gun on Fan Minzhong. The bullet flew through the air and landed in the chest.

When the cold snow arrives in the park, it is too late. Moving her gaze to a certain tree, she saw the people who had turned away. Although the other party was wearing a hat, although she could only see the side of the other person's face, she was sure who the person was.

Ignoring the attacker, Leng Xue walked quickly to his side.

Picking up the blood-soaked clothes on his chest, she held back her desire for blood, and said in a deep Korean voice, "I'm sorry." ”

Holding her hand that had been warm for many years, Fan Min smiled lightly: "I am willing to die for you." ”

Because I love her, I don't care who she is. Moreover, he understood that the target of the attackers was not the president, but himself. Because he knew the reason for the matter, Fan Min had no resentment in his heart, but gave birth to a trace of gratitude. He thanked the man who took his life and allowed him to die in honor.

With her last breath, Fan Min reused her in unskilled Chinese and said to her, "I love you." ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and slid to the ground holding her hand.

Staring at him lying in her arms, her eyes turned purple. The heavier the sadness, the darker the color. Whenever there is a big mood swing, the purple in her eyes deepens. Fear, or anger, or joy, or anticipation, and so on.

Kissing him on the lips, she lowered his body and left alone. In the blink of an eye, white light glowed all around, and some of the memories of those present were altered.

Some people say that summer is the most tragic season of the year, and those patience and accumulated emotions in time are awakened in an instant, and then invariably jump into life to make trouble. Little do you know, events that cannot be borne by life can occur in any season.