Chang'an felt that he was going to kiss her, and at that moment she felt her throat dry and tight.

She thought that if Han Fengrin really kissed her, she wouldn't push him away, although it had nothing to do with love.

She has a good impression of Han Fengrin, and they have experienced several life and death together, these are all things engraved in her bones, and she also feels that he kisses her, and it is natural for her to be kissed.

However, there is always a little thing missing, and she is addicted to it.

Han Fengrin held the back of her head, and her warm and dry fingers crawled over her face little by little, and finally landed a little under her eyes.

Gently holding down the drop of water, he couldn't bear to leave, his voice was magnetic and hoarse, and he gently spit on her lips, and he said, "Chang'an, it's water." ”

Chang'an is water. Chang'an, who listened to such meaningless words, was stunned, his eyelashes fluttered up and down, and he followed him like a rap: "It's water, it's water." ”

Han Fengrin got up suddenly, gasping for breath, he turned his back to her, closed his eyes deeply but still couldn't calm his throbbing, he just now, just now, he really wanted to ignore the beast, tear her clothes, stroke her body, and completely turn her into his own person.

This impulsive thought swept over his heart like a devil, and he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself.

Chang'an finally regained her freedom, and she also breathed heavily, at that moment she had a ridiculous idea, if she could meet Han Fengrin earlier and fall in love with him earlier, then everything would be different now.

The two of them sat and stood one by one, and they were unusually silent.

Suddenly, at this time, the announcement sounded in the ship, and it turned out that the American embassy was in trouble because of the Hong Kong Island Administration's interference with the ship's problem, and the ship was canceled until the Hong Kong Island side gave an explanation.

Chang'an's trip to France was cancelled.

She asked Han Fengrin to wait first, went to borrow a coat from Mr. Nick, and then took Han Fengrin off the boat and returned to the rented house before.

She still had the key to the house, maybe she really didn't want to leave, so she had bought the house before leaving, and put her own things.

Opening the door, she let Han Fengrin in, and then went to find medicine to bandage him.

Han Fengrin watched her busy and was very satisfied.

"Delay your departure."

Chang'an lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were very long, "Actually, I probably don't want to leave myself, these just give me a reason not to go." ”

It was because of Mo Pinglan's words that Han Fenglin couldn't ask, he could only cover himself up with the appearance of a hanger, "I knew that you were reluctant to give up on me." ”

Unexpectedly, Chang'an replied, "My father is seriously ill, I really can't rest assured of him, I'm afraid that I will never see him again if I leave." ”

Han Fengrin felt a lot relieved, he looked at Chang'an and smiled.

Chang'an's hand was heavier, "What are you smiling at, doesn't it hurt?" ”

"It hurts, but it doesn't hurt when I see you."

Chang An was amused by his words, "It's scary to look at you at first, why do you think you're no different from the second fool now." ”

"That's not because I like you."

Because he said it by Jiao'er Langdang, Chang'an didn't take it seriously, but her face was still red, and she stood up, "What should I do, I don't know how to cook, and the maid at home has already quit." ”

"Are you hungry? I'll do it. ”

When I left, the things at home had been cleaned up, and after looking for a long time, I only found a little rice and two eggs.

Han Fengrin washed and boiled the rice with one hand, steamed the eggs again, and finally the two of them made do with the rice and steamed egg custard.

This meal is really not good with less salt and less oil, but the two of them are very satisfied, and after the meal, Chang'an cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and went to wash them clumsily.

Han Fengrin was instructing, this and that for a while, Chang'an was annoyed, reached out and threw the spoon, splashing water on his face.

"Are you still finished?"

Han Fengrin wiped her face and looked at her, her eyebrows were full of love that she could understand but didn't dare to understand.

His love is very strong, just like the stark and hot scenery of Hong Kong Island, and he wants to melt her.

But Chang'an is struggling, not to mention that she doesn't love him, even if she doesn't love, she is married.

"Don't wash it, I'll talk about it tomorrow." She pulled her face down and turned and walked into the house.

There was the sound of water in the kitchen, and Han Fengrin was washing the dishes with one hand.

Chang'an couldn't help but look over a few times, but he couldn't help it.

At night, she let him sleep in the same room as the snow moo.

After a day of thrilling and fatigue, Chang'an couldn't sleep in bed. Faintly, she heard the sound of a harmonica.

Got up and listened carefully, and sure enough, it was the famous aria "Love Like a Free Bird" from the opera Carmen

She put on her clothes and walked out, and sure enough, she found Han Fengrin straddled the railing of the terrace, holding the harmonica in one hand and blowing.

He didn't seem to see her come out and continued to blow.

Chang'an stood behind her and listened quietly, in the distance were the mountains and green trees, but in the dark night only saw a black shadow, the harmonica sound seemed to grow wings, flying everywhere in the mountains and forests.

After blowing, he didn't look back, just said to the nothingness in front of him, "Woke you up?" ”

"Han Fengrin, you still know this, it's really versatile."

He turned his head, his eyes deeper in the darkness, "I'll have a lot, if you're interested, you can learn about it." ”

Chang'an is poor in words, she found that she shouldn't have come out, and now the relationship between the two is very ambiguous. In the dark night, when all ethics are covered in darkness, when loneliness is magnified several times, Beware of becoming extraordinarily fragile, she is afraid that she will not be able to resist him.

But she was faintly relieved that Han Fengrin was a gentleman.

"Help me." As she spoke, she stepped over the railing and sat down beside him.

Han Fengrin held her slightly, "Aren't you afraid?" ”

Chang An shook his head, "Don't be afraid, there are you." ”

Han Fengrin's voice was blown by the night breeze, and there was a desolate taste, "Then you're not afraid of me?" ”

"Don't be afraid." Chang'an glanced at him and smiled slightly.

Suddenly, Han Fenglin held her arm in one hand and pulled her to her lap with one force.

Chang An screamed, and behind him was a cliff, and now she could only hug his neck tightly.

Han Feng's dark eyes looked at her, flashing with a cold light, "Chang'an, what you should be most afraid of is me." ”

"You won't hurt me." When she said it, her throat was trembling.

He hooked the corners of his lips and smiled very evilly, "Chang'an, you are wrong, I am also a man, I have desires and evil thoughts, you are so beautiful, I am afraid that I can't help it." ”

Chang'an is not a little girl who doesn't understand anything, she knows exactly what she feels under her body, and she understands better what the meaning in Han Fengrin's eyes is.

"Han Feng Rin ......"

"Shh He put his hand on her lips and didn't let her speak, "Chang'an, don't say anything, let me hear if you have me in your heart." ”

Chang'an didn't dare to speak, she also felt the danger now, Han Fengrin was really a demon king, he was just a bright coat wrapped around his claws and fangs, how could she ignore his madness?

The night on Hong Kong Island is hot and humid, and even at night, Chang'an feels that his breath is sticky and wet, and the tips of his fingers seem to wring out water.

He smiled, his teeth glistening, and the laughter splashed on Chang'an's eyelids, and she blinked subconsciously.

With one force, Han Fengrin lifted her up and completely pressed her on his little Han.

Chang'an sharpened his voice: "Han Fengrin!" ”

"Well, scream." As he spoke, his hands rubbed her waist hard, rubbing a little hard, as if trying to strangle her into the flesh.

Chang'an was scared, she cried and made trouble, she grabbed his neck, but he just wouldn't let go, and the chattering kiss fell on her face and hair, only avoiding the lips.

It didn't take long for him to let out a muffled snort in his throat, and as Chang'an felt the heat in his buttocks, he hugged her loosely.

Chang An clenched his fists and beat him, "Han Fengrin, you are too much." ”

He buried his face in Chang'an's neck, "Chang'an, you just let me go too far, I really can't help it." ”

was carried back, Chang'an didn't say a word and left with his face dropped, Han Fenglin was soft and comfortable, but his heart became more and more empty.

He stood at the door of Chang'an's room for a long time, and finally returned to his room with a sigh.

After Chang'an went back, he hurriedly went to take a shower and change clothes, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally cried.

When I returned to bed, I no longer couldn't sleep, but I slept soundly as soon as I touched the bed.

The next day, when Chang'an got up, Han Fengrin was wandering at her door, wanting to knock on the door but not knocking.

Chang'an glanced at him fiercely, "Good dogs don't get in the way." ”

He didn't have anything to apologize for, "I'm leaving." ”

"Let's go?" Chang'an sneered, "Where can you go, do you think it's safe for you to go out?" ”

"I can't stay here any longer, anyway."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to control the power of the beast in your body? Han Fengrin, let me tell you, I was defenseless last night, if you dare to do this to me again, I, I castrate you. ”

Seeing her eyebrows, he only felt cute, not only pinched her chin with his hand, "Little melon, I'm looking forward to how you castrated me." ”

Chang'an's angry face is red, she shouldn't give him a good face, a disciple.

Reaching out to knock that hand off, she was about to go out with her bag.

Han Fengrin went to pull her, "What are you going to do?" ”

Chang'an said angrily: "Go buy food, are you going to starve to death?" ”

Han Fengrin grabbed his hat and joined her, "I'll accompany you." ”

Chang'an refused, "I'll go see what's going on the street, don't make trouble." ”

Han Fengrin disagreed, "It's okay, I don't dare to act arrogantly if they didn't find it yesterday, after all, this island is a colony, and the British say it, and the Fusang people can't run rampant." ”

He insisted, Chang'an had no choice, so he had to take him to the street, and sure enough, as he said, there was a peaceful atmosphere, where was yesterday's saber rattling.

But I also found some ghostly plainclothes, but Han Fengrin packed up like a gentleman, this goods can be loaded, and with Chang'an, it is a pair of young couples.

The two of them bought a bag of rice and some fruits and vegetables, Chang'an specially went to buy fish maw and chicken, and went home to stew fish maw chicken soup for him, she called the former nanny Aunt Huang, and it happened that she didn't find a job, so she came to cook for Chang'an again.

As soon as she came, she saw that there was a handsome man in the family, she knew that Chang'an was married, so she thought that her husband was coming, and praised Han Fenglin between words.

Han Fengrin squeezed his eyes towards Chang'an, and said a few words to Aunt Huang in Aunt Huang's dialect, which made Aunt Huang laugh.

Before they knew it, the two of them had been together for three days.

In fact, Han Fengrin's injury is nothing at all, he knows that he is reluctant to leave Chang'an under the excuse of recuperation, and Chang'an also uses him as an excuse to delay his trip, he knows that after leaving her, it will be a desperate drift and cruel killing, and she also knows that after leaving him, it will be a rootless drift, he doesn't want her and doesn't want to, but fate drives them away, so they have to drag each other again and again.

But at this time, God gave them an excuse to stay.

The last ship incident as a trigger, the Fuso people were arrogant on Hong Kong Island against the American ship to open fire, the result was a naval battle, England also participated in the war, and suddenly Hong Kong Island was blocked, although the war happened at sea, but the rumbling of the cannon threatened this isolated island, from time to time there were stray bullets flying by, some were unlucky and lost their lives, the destroyed buildings and businesses were countless, and the people of Hong Kong Island complained bitterly.

Such a dangerous environment has made Han Fengrin and Chang'an, the two of them nested in the apartment alone, and suddenly had the feeling of relying on each other in troubled times, nothing can be relied on in this heavenly fire, money, power, beauty, the only thing that can be relied on is the tone in the cavity and the person around him.

Perhaps, this war will make them ......

The war had reached its eighth day, and although the Fuso people had suffered heavy losses, their bushido spirit was already tenacious.

The rice and noodles at home are almost gone, and they haven't had vegetables to eat for several days, so Han Fengrin is thinking about how to go out today and buy some meat and vegetables.

But Chang'an didn't let it, there were still some noodles at home, and a few eggs, Chang'an said that it was pimple soup at noon, and it was good to add an egg to the noodles.

They are all northerners, and they are naturally no strangers to pimple soup, Han Fengrin nodded, "Okay, I'll do it." ”

Aunt Huang has not come to work since the beginning of the war, and the meals for the past few days have been all made by Han Fengrin, at this time he tied a small apron with purple flowers, rolled up the sleeves of his plaid shirt, poured the remaining flour into a glass bowl, and then poured a little water.

He used his chopsticks to quickly stir the flour in the glass bowl, stirring the flour into tiny gnocchi.

The lard melted in the pan, and he added the only little green onion to stir-fry until fragrant, and then added the water shabbyly.

When the water boiled, he put the gnocchi in it and added eggs, and a pot of sticky gnocchi was ready, exuding an enticing aroma.

Because she has been bored these days, Chang'an seems to be particularly interested in eating, she has been standing beside Han Fengrin, following him to learn from him, although the two of them are still keeping a distance, but Han Fenglin can always rub her clothes when he turns around and bends over, which makes him extremely satisfied.

In the past few days, the two of them have washed clothes together, cleaned the floors together, and even cleaned the house over and over again, making all the furniture shiny, and living a monotonous but extremely happy life.

Sometimes, Han Fengrin even hopes that this war will be fought forever, so that they will grow old if they keep guarding......

The pimple soup was served in a small bone china bowl, and Chang'an served it to the table, and the doorbell rang at this time.

Chang'an wondered, "Who will knock on the door at this time?" ”

Han Fengrin said: "Isn't Mo the neighbor upstairs? She told me yesterday that she didn't have anything to eat at home, and she was willing to exchange the diamond ring for our bowl of rice. ”

Chang An frowned, the woman upstairs was a foreigner's mistress, and she usually lowered her face when her eyes were above the top.

But the food is expensive, and Han Fenglin risked her life to get it back, so she went to open the door with chopsticks in her hand and decided to send people away.

When she opened the door, she opened her mouth and said, "We don't have food at home...... Mo Pinglan! ”

Looking at the dusty man at the door, Chang'an's mouth opened wide, almost unable to believe what he saw.

Mo Pinglan became excited after seeing her, and stepped forward and hugged her, "Chang'an, you're fine, fortunately you're fine." ”

Chang'an stiffened in his arms, unable to believe that this was true.

At this time, Han Fengrin's voice sounded in the room, "Chang'an, who is it?" ”

Mo Pinglan's thoughts and worries that he hadn't had time to pour out suddenly stopped, and he looked at the room in shock, his eyes a little dazed.

The dazed moment was fleeting, and then his eyes widened, the red blood in his eyes was distinct, and the hand at his side was clenched tightly.

He pushed Chang'an away and walked in.

Chen Qiao and two bodyguards behind him followed in.

Chen Qiao looked at Chang'an with disdain.

All this came so suddenly, Chang'an didn't have time to react, and when she understood that the person had already walked to the kitchen.

She closed the door and immediately ran in.

But everything was too late, and the two men inevitably met.

Mo Pinglan's body was dusty, his white robe became gray, and even tore a few holes, Han Fengrin was wearing an apron, and neither of them had the usual momentum.

Mo Pinglan's brows tightened, and he waved his fist at Han Fenglin without saying a word.

Han Fengrin dodged sideways, and he whispered to Mo Pinglan, "Don't force me to do it." ”

Mo Pinglan sneered, his eyes had become scarlet, and he punched fiercely, killing him.

Mo Pinglan has been practicing kung fu for more than ten years, because his long shirt is fluttering and he looks very weak, and often makes Chang'an forget the fact that he knows kung fu.

Han Fengrin's ability is much higher than him.

He was originally born in a martial arts family, and he studied hard since he was a child, even if he stayed abroad for a few years, he was not wasted, and he was familiar with all the weaknesses of the human body, and after a few moves, Mo Pinglan showed a disadvantage.

He made a move to seal Mo Pinglan's fist, "Mo Pinglan, don't be boring, I won't deal with you in front of Chang'an." ”

Mo Pinglan's eyes were full of frost and snow and knives, and he continued to attack without saying a word, and only by killing Han Fengrin could he eliminate his anger at this time.

Chen Qiao was afraid that he would suffer a loss, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Two people attacked one, and it was obvious that Chang'an's house could no longer fit it, the table collapsed, the pimple soup was spilled, and even the plates were smashed.

"Enough!" Chang'an suddenly roared.

But where can the people in the middle of the war take care of it, Chang An rushed to the kitchen angrily, she took out a knife and cut it casually, "You stop me." ”

Finally, a few people stopped, not afraid of Chang'an, but afraid that she would hurt herself.

Han Fengrin snatched her knife and threw it to the ground, "Chang'an, what are you doing here?" ”

Chang An trembled angrily, "You have to fight out, don't smash my home." ”

Mo Pinglan's thin lips pursed into a straight line, and he pulled Chang'an to his side without saying a word, "Follow me." ”

He was stunned when he said this, she thought that he would at least ask Han Fengrin why he was here, but he didn't ask anything, did he think that things were what he thought, and he didn't need to ask to convict her?

Something had to be said clearly, she broke free from his embrace, and then said to Han Fengrin, "You go into your room." ”

Han Fengrin refused, "I'm leaving, what if someone doesn't treat you well?" ”

Mo Pinglan sneered, and the peach blossom eyes that he provoked were deeply disdainful.

Chang An took a deep breath, "Han Fengrin, please don't make a mess?" ”

Han Fengrin pointed to his nose, "I'm making trouble?" ”

But when he came into contact with Chang'an's red and aggrieved eyes, he softened his heart, and without saying a word, he entered his room and closed the door.

The tacit understanding and interaction between them deeply stung Mo Pinglan.

He stared at his door, and the two flames in his eyes wished to burn the hole.

Chang'an looked at Chen Qiao and them, "Can you let them out first?" ”

Mo Pinglan waved his hand, but Chen Qiao was not at ease, if Mo Pinglan was alone, he would not be Han Fenglin's opponent.

So he didn't leave, but looked at Mo Pinglan and shook his head, "Young Master." ”

Mo Pinglan's eyes lit up, and he mocked, "What? Do you think she's going to murder her husband? Even if she is Pan Jinlian, the one in it is Ximenqing, and I am not Wu Dalang. ”

Chen Qiao had no choice but to take people out by the neck.

"Sit down." Chang'an sat him down and poured him a glass of water.

Mo Pinglan licked his dry lips, he was indeed thirsty, so he took the water and drank it all.

Recently, he has been in the area of Fujian and Guangzhou, he knows that Chang'an went to study abroad and knows the date and ship number of her departure, but he didn't go, he looked at her across the sea and decided to let him go.

But suddenly there was a war on Hong Kong Island, and he heard that the ship in Chang'an had not been completed, so he couldn't stay still.

He hired a boat to go to Hong Kong Island, but no one rushed to it, no matter how much money he paid. In the end, he had no way to hijack a fishing boat, and secretly rushed over from a small port with a gun against someone, and almost sank a cannonball to the British army thinking that he was a spy of the Fusang people, and he always died all the way, and he didn't want anything in his mind at that time, that is, he didn't want Chang'an to stay alone on that isolated island.

When he knocked on this door with a fiery heart and saw that his Chang'an was safe and sound, he felt that all his hard work was worth it, but before he could warm up the person in his arms, he heard the voice of a man in the room, this man was still Han Fengrin.

It felt like he was walking on a cold, dark snowy night, with a bowl of hot soup waiting in front of him to call him, and he finally reached it with great difficulty, only to find that the bowl was in someone else's hand.

The heart, liver, spleen and lungs in the fiery chest were removed, and the ice and snow were stuffed again, he hurt him and was cold, he was wronged, but he couldn't say!!

When he started to face Han Fengrin, anger covered everything, he didn't feel pain yet, and now sitting face to face with Chang'an, drinking the water she handed over, Mo Pinglan's sadness had already flowed backwards.

Chang An looked at his tired pale face and the embarrassed clothes on his body, and his heart was filled with a trace of pain. She couldn't have imagined that he would appear at this time, was she moved or excited? She didn't know and didn't dare to understand.

The two of them were silent for a long time, and the heat of the white water emanated from the mouth of the cup, so light, but enough to separate the two of them.

It turns out that the saddest thing in the world is not that I am opposite you but you don't know that I love you, but that I have gone through thousands of mountains and rivers to find you, but there is already a him by your side.