The slightly warm breeze hit Chu Zihang's cheek one after another. The wind was mixed with the fragrance and chirping of flowers and birds. The low-frequency laughter was far and near, and the laughter and mocking jokes were like
The smoke and clouds are sometimes clear and sometimes drift far away, making it difficult to tell whether it is reality or a dream.
What's rare is that Chu Zihang didn't use his five senses to collect surrounding information and analyze his environment as soon as his consciousness gradually became clearer, as he had in the past. I don't know why, but this time he felt very peaceful.
Extraordinary tranquility, the so-called vigilance was soothed under the mirror-like water surface by that tranquility.
The sleepiness that had been lingering around his body gradually faded away, and the feeling of fatigue flowed through his skin like water, dripping from his fingertips into the wind. He slowly opened his eyes in his quiet thoughts, and the sunlight penetrated
The shadow of the willow tree outside the ancient pavilion shone in his brown-black childlike eyes, creating ripples of halo.
In the pair of golden children that never burn out, the girl with backlight tilts her head and dozes off against a vermilion beam. Her mouth is slightly open, and dots of crystals hang on her cherry-colored lips, swaying when the wind blows.
, as if it would drip down at any moment... and fall onto the face of Chu Zihang, whose head was resting on the girl's legs.
After Chu Zihang stared at the saliva for a few seconds and found that its tension was obviously greater than the shaky and false feeling, and that it would not fall for a while, he slightly shifted his gaze to look at the surrounding environment.
Just by looking at it, he realized that he was not lying in a hospital park, because no hospital park would build an antique pavilion in the lake. The ancient pavilion was located on a square island in the lake, with double eaves and square pavilions, surrounded by
There is a veranda, and there are no unnecessary people. All you can see is the breeze, sunshine, willow trees and lakes.
Chu Zihang was lying on the veranda in the shady corner of the ancient pavilion, with his head resting on Xia Mi's white bare legs that were well-proportioned under the hem of her lotus-colored skirt. This girl was also a big sleepy pillow. She was obviously giving someone a knee pillow, but she was
I fell asleep leaning against the red pillars of the pavilion. I probably couldn't resist the cool breeze and the fragrance of birds and flowers in the afternoon. I still had a smile on my face that was somewhere between innocence and stupidity. I probably did something.
Sweet dreams.
Chu Zihang felt the warmth and softness under the back of his head and became a little silent. He was recalling how he came here and how long he slept on the girl's lap. But no matter how he recalled it, the last memory was only fixed in
On the burning and falling Boeing plane, the groans of tearing steel and the wails and roars of the crowd and the strong wind were heard everywhere.
At that time, he reached the limit of the violent blood valley and saw a looming "line" that did not exist in reality. Just when he was about to reach out and pull the line, his eyes suddenly went black and he lost all perception. When he woke up again, it was
In front of me is the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers and the sleeping girl.
Did you fail at the last step, or did you lose consciousness due to other reasons?
Chu Zihang was not sure what happened at the last moment, but now that he was lying here intact, it probably meant that the plane landed successfully. But what time was it now, and how long had he been unconscious? More information he
Don't know anything.
Chu Zihang tilted his head slightly and looked at the stone tablet outside the ancient pavilion not far away. The sun shone on the stone tablet and illuminated the inscriptions on it. Due to the angle, he could only see clearly the three words "Jianbi Pavilion", and the words "Jianbi Pavilion" below.
A detailed explanation of this ancient pavilion, with such a stone tablet standing there, suggests that this place is probably a scenic spot, and what kind of scenic spot it is? When he saw the circles of willow trees and red flowers outside the lake, he probably had an idea.
.
But Chu Zihang didn't know exactly why he appeared here. If he wanted to figure out the cause and effect, he might have to wake up Xia Mi in front of him.
Looking at the girl who was sleeping as soundly as spring mud, Chu Zihang didn't know if it was the right thing to wake her up. There was no one else around, so she had to take care of him when he was unconscious.
Chu Zihang was not sure whether his head was heavy or whether keeping pressing on the girl's legs would cause muscle soreness and ischemia. He had heard of this position before, and Lu Mingfei kept hanging on it.
He said that if a beautiful girl was willing to give him a knee pillow, he would die with no regrets. Is this the knee pillow Lu Mingfei was talking about?
No...it doesn't seem to be entirely right. Specifically, the place where I am resting my head is Xia Mi's plump and elastic thigh. The knees should be further forward. If I use my knees as a pillow, will it be too hard?
, the so-called knee pillow may be more appropriately called a leg pillow? Or maybe there is some meaning in it that I don’t quite understand.
He looked at the girl silently, without making any noise or moving his position. His gaze stayed on the transparent saliva at the corner of the girl's mouth. When the wind blew, the white spots swayed slightly and the reflection was dazzling, which proved that the girl was sleeping well.
So sweet.
There was always a moist and warm smell permeating the tip of his nose, like the fragrance of plants after rain. He was not sure whether these smells were brought by the willow trees and red flowers blown by the breeze, or whether they were diffused under the girl's skin.
This smell made him feel a little familiar. The degaussed disk in his memory was turning silently. The probe explored the long-worn ravine bit by bit, looking for the rising and falling arms in the overexposed images in the past.
skirt, white outline....
On the artificial lake in the distance in the dark brown child's eyes, there are mandarin ducks sliding forward against the sunlight, with arcuate ripples swaying behind them one after another.
His lips trembled slightly, but he decided to break the current leisurely and soothing environment, because he had never forgotten the mission and tasks he carried. Even if it was rest, he should have had enough rest during his coma.
The sense of relaxation and comfort he had had was proof. All the fatigue had disappeared with the last coma, and his sleep had been supplemented to the point of fullness. This was a rare rest without nightmares. He could feel his current
The condition is at its peak.
Since there were no further troubles, it was naturally time to get down to business - the main thing was to wait for a while, the girl's saliva might really break through the tension and fall on his forehead.
Chu Zihang was about to wake up Xia Mi, but a woman's voice on the side reminded him calmly, "It's better to let her rest for a while. She hasn't slept for forty-eight hours."
Chu Zihang quickly stood up from Xia Mi's legs and was vigilant. He touched his waist with his right hand covertly, but found nothing. This was not beyond his expectation, and it did not prevent him from locking the person on the side who was speaking on the back at the same time.
A tall woman leaning against a red beam with her arms folded.
The woman is wearing a black suit shirt, with the first slit revealing the collarbones on both sides, and loose wide-leg casual pants underneath. The overall impression given by the woman is that of being sassy and cool, coupled with the woman's slightly heroic look.
The sword-shaped eyebrows and the mature and steady aura on his body allowed Chu Zihang to quickly guess two or three possible identities of the opponent.
The woman in the black shirt glanced at Chu Zihang, then at Xia Mi, who was sleeping soundly under the shade of the tree leaning against Zhu Zhu. She gestured to Chu Zihang with her head turned, turned around and walked towards Gu Ting's house with her hands in her trouser pockets.
Another corner.
Chu Zihang looked around the ancient pavilion and saw no trace of other people. There were only catkins floating along the shores of the surrounding artificial lake. The attractions here seemed to be closed today, but they didn't know how they got in.
, and even took a rest in the artificial lake in a grand manner.
After confirming that there were no other threats, or that there might be threats that he could not rule out, Chu Zihang chose to remain silent. After looking at Xia Mi one more time, he followed the woman in the black shirt and came to the other corner of the ancient pavilion, facing the sun slightly.
From the side of the bridge, you can see the beautiful scenery of the lake and the park at a glance. The ancient pavilion in the lake is also connected to the other side by this red bridge.
"Chu Zihang?" The woman stood at the edge of the bridge, looking back at Chu Zihang who was walking slowly and observing the surrounding environment.
"Who are you?" Chu Zihang acquiesced to his identity and asked reasonably.
"Li Qiuluo, the commander-in-chief of the orthodox Lang Juxu, you can understand that the position is equivalent to the general person-in-charge of the secret party's execution department. We have already approved your group members and the principal of Kassel College, your direct superiors hope
Albert Jean Angers has contacted me and will provide you with as much help as possible during your trip to Beijing." The woman looked sideways at Chu Zihang, who was standing behind a step in the sun, and presented a document with
I had an unfamiliar badge of identification and reported my home address.
"This is our first meeting." Chu Zihang nodded politely and without condescension, and at the same time stretched out his hand to shake it lightly, "If possible, I would like to know the current location and situation of my other companions."
"Compared with the position of your companions, shouldn't you care more about where you are now?" Li Qiuluo lowered his head slightly and smiled.
Chu Zihang moved his eyes away from the woman and slowly took a look at the surrounding scenery, including ancient pavilions, lakes, willow trees, and the stone tablet. He paused and said, "If my guess is correct, we should be here now.
In the scenic area of Yuanmingyuan?”
“Have you learned about the attractions here before coming to Beijing?”
"I have done some travel guides." Chu Zihang nodded and admitted, "Compared with the current situation, I want to know the situation of my companions more."
He repeatedly emphasized what he wanted.
"After you arrived in Beijing yesterday, the Orthodox side had a short reception and contact. Except for Lin Nian's group, the other secret party groups have already entered into their own arrangements. As far as I know, they are temporarily in the vicinity of Wangfujing Business Circle.
He checked into a hotel and actively launched an investigation operation. We don’t know the specific description and trajectory." Li Qiuluo also gave Chu Zihang all the information he wanted very simply.
"Then why are she and I here?" Chu Zihang asked softly, and at the same time, he glanced sideways at the silhouette of the girl on the other side of the Gu Pavilion emerging from Zhu Zhu.
"Is your last memory still the moment when the Boeing plane you were on crashed?" Li Qiuluo, who put his hands back into his suit trouser pockets, stood on the edge of the bridge and looked at the pairs of mandarin ducks on the water and the sparkling waves.
"Yes." Chu Zihang replied.
"Then you should know that your physical condition has reached a dangerous threshold at that time, or that you have fallen into a state of endangered blood. In the secret party's scientific terminology, it should be called 'critical blood limit out of control'."
Chu Zihang didn't answer, but looked at this woman in silence, who was his first meeting, but who still had an air of mystery to her.
"If you are in the jurisdiction of the European Secret Party, when the plane lands successfully, no matter how many contributions you have made, if you can successfully wake up and regain consciousness, then you will find that the place you are in is a confinement room
Or jail. But luckily you landed in Beijing. At the request of your friends, you were successfully transferred to our hands and included in a special emergency treatment program. If there are no accidents, you should be fine now
You will feel some bitterness in the mouth and bloating in the stomach, and may also be accompanied by some slight fatigue. This is also a subtle phenomenon left by the treatment and will disappear in the normal metabolism within three natural days after stopping the treatment." Li Qiuluo
explain.
Chu Zihang did feel all the symptoms Li Qiuluo mentioned on his body. Although he did feel that his whole body was enveloped in comfort after waking up, this comfort abnormally affected his ability to concentrate on tensing up.
Mobilize your muscles to get into a fighting position.
He tried to feel the traces of treatment on his body, but there was no obvious feedback from any part of his body. But when he raised his wrist, he did find traces of pinholes on it. He had been on it in the past forty-eight hours.
He had been given fluids in the hospital bed, but based on his knowledge base, he didn't quite know what drugs could have an effect on the bloodline's out-of-control condition.
He did not ask Li Qiuluo what he had injected into his body, because he knew that he might not get results if he asked about some things, but he could still ask some questions that could answer his doubts.
"Can I be considered recovered now?" Chu Zihang asked softly.
"It depends on how you define 'recovery', but as far as I'm concerned, you are healthy now, but I think it's better for you to see it with your own eyes." Li Qiuluo did not answer the question directly, looking sideways at Chu
Zihang, before waiting for the other party to think about the hidden meaning of her words, took out a small round mirror from his pocket and threw it at him.
Chu Zihang raised his right hand and firmly grasped the thrown mirror and looked at it. There should be nothing special about this round mirror. Judging from the outer shell, it looked like it was purchased in a scenic spot. It also had the unique dull yellow color of long scroll paintings.
A landscape painting of the Yuanmingyuan Garden.
He glanced at Li Qiuluo, who gave him a look, so he opened the mirror in silence.
Chu Zihang saw his own appearance in the mirror as expected, but after seeing clearly the face he saw in the mirror every morning, he was slightly startled.
Under Li Qiuluo's quiet gaze, Chu Zihang, who was looking in the mirror, slowly raised his hand to touch his own eyes, stopping before his fingers covered his eyelashes.
Because it was impossible for him to really touch those dark brown eyes. There were no beautiful children or contact lenses in the past. There were only the purest child eyes under his fingers. He had not seen those eyes for a long time.
The dark brown eyes of a child.
Chu Zihang's pair of eternal golden eyes were extinguished for unknown reasons. The mad dragon and ferocious beast could no longer be seen in the eyes of the boy in the mirror, but only the pure dark brown and ripples of confusion.