Pure Darkness
135 (Late)
He was about to ride, but then stood beside the bike without moving. An Yan also remained silent, and lowered his head to look at her. Then, he gave her a bright smile and kissed her cheek before saying, “I'll ride. Quick go, don't be late.”
Oi! I am an article!
However, An Yan looked at him and said, “I have been thinking these past few days whether I should follow in Fang Qing ge's footsteps and get a bodyguard for you.”
Gu Fangfang watched his appearance and realized that this had weighed on his heart long enough, due to the previous incident. He smiled as he shook his head and said, “That would be too uncomfortable. In the future, I will be careful. As the detective master's girlfriend, I won't let anyone catch me anymore. In addition, just consider, you've arranged for me to move next to you. The job you introduced to me was only a hundred meters away from your police station; every time I went out with friends, you stuck to me like my shadow. . . An Yan, I think that's enough. Are we going to be conjoined twins?”
Oi! I am an article!
An Yan's face heated up because of his punishment. Gently ‘oh’, he turned to put up his bike and left. Gu Fangfang noticed his receding figure and suddenly smiled. He yelled, “Hey, I'll cook you dinner tonight, okay?”
Yan's bike stopped squeaking. He turned to look at her with a very bright and handsome smile. “Oke.”
. . . .
Time keeps flowing, an inch at a time.
Oi! I am an article!
There may be a crisis, there may be injuries.
But, in the end, what keeps us going?
This is a strong heart.
Actually, it made An Yan blush to think of how he exerted all his effort to spend every moment clinging to Gu Fangfang. However, every time he recalled the events of that day, he experienced a prolonged fear. At that time, if there was any momentary doubt or weakness, Gu Fangfang might not survive.
Or, one could say, the one who revived Gu Fangfang was the intelligent and tenacious woman herself.
As well as the determination of his heart that believes that his police lover will definitely save him.
. . . .
When An Yan found Gu Fangfang in the water container, terror and sorrow clawed at him simultaneously, in his young heart. At that moment, he was completely crushed* and in a daze, struggling to accept the reality of the situation before his eyes, until his comrades clutched his shoulders and told him to evacuate.
*T/N (wan nian ju hui) – lit. any hope turned to dust; ara. is completely desperate.
It was then that a stubborn thought appeared in his mind: Gu Fangfang cannot die! He has to save her!
This thinking is of course irrational and biased. But when he thought of the night they parted, and of this pure and beautiful girl who had given everything of herself to him, so dependent and hopeful, he said, he found it impossible to accept the fact that he was dead — even though the girl in his arms had already stopped breathing.
His scientific brain began to work compulsively, searching for every clue, even the faintest, that Gu Fangfang was still alive. He first noticed that the water in the tank was still rising, and it was happening at a constant speed. This means that the time at which the tank begins to fill with water has been controlled by someone. So, by combining the speed of the rising water, the length, width and height of the tank and the volume of Gu Fangfang, he could calculate when he sank, and it was only a few minutes. . .
A sudden realization, as if inspired by God, flashed through his mind. He remembered when the two of them kissed until he was almost panting, but Gu Fangfang said with self-satisfaction, “I can always hold my breath for a long time. . . no one can beat me when it comes to holding my breath. ” Also, if he is aware when he is drowned, why is there no signs of resistance in the tank or the inside of the cover?
She is a smart girl, she is a cosplay competition champion! He was consciously maintaining his physical strength, waiting to be saved! When this thought flashed through his mind, An Yan felt as if his heart was pierced by a needle. It usually took 6 minutes for an ordinary person to drown, and if Gu Fangfang deliberately held his breath, he might be able to last for 8 minutes, 9 minutes, even 10 minutes! He makes quick calculations, his brain goes around like a computer, 10 minutes! He had been submerged in water for over 10 minutes!
He laid it on the ground in haste and began chest compressions in accordance with first aid guidelines, as well as artificial respiration. . . the armed police officer beside him was unable to persuade him to stop and thought that he had lost his mind. He growls, “Don't bother me!” He continued to press his chest nonstop, but the girl lying on the ground did not move. Her tears were about to fall, she roared sadly, like a plea. . . The girl who had taken her last breath suddenly spewed water, opened her eyes, and saw it. . .
You ask me what is love?
It caught each other's attention at the first meeting.
It was also an endless longing and affectionate caress.
Finally, I held your hand, looked up at the sky, and realized that there were still stars.
——
One morning a long time later.
Jian Yao was a capable mother. In the morning, he woke the two children, bathed them, dressed them, and sat them down for breakfast, after which they both finished their Kindergarten homework. By this time, it was already 10 in the morning
He glanced at his watch and said, “Let's go. We'll see godfather. ”
His son, Bo Jian, asked briefly, “What about Dad?”
Before Jian Yao could reply, her daughter Bo Yao said, “What's the point of asking? He must have gone before us. He does this every year.”
Jian Yao laughed and carried the two children into the car.
Public funerals are in the western suburbs of the city and they take quite a long time to get there. Right now, light rain was falling, and it made the mountains look green and foggy. As they exited the car, the two children ran in front while Jian Yao followed behind. They reach their goal quickly after a few rounds.
The trees and grasses on both sides had grown extremely tall. At this time of year and day, there was no one in the grave. In the distance, Jian Yao could see Bo Jinyan sitting alone beside Fu Ziyu's tombstone, with her hands on her knees and head bowed. Who knows what he's thinking.
He was still the same, in a black suit, a white shirt, jet black hair, and a pale face. Under her slender, elegant eyebrows and eyes was the bridge of her straight, tall nose. These past years, there seemed to be no change to his tall and thin figure. Hearing the sound of the children running, he raised his head and looked at them disapprovingly. “Bo Jian, Bo Yao, please keep the silence of this place.” Bo Yao pulled a face towards him, while Bo Jian stood upright with his hands crossed, an indifferent expression on his face as he looked at his father who was sitting on the ground.
Jian Yao smiled and walked over. Bo Jinyan also got up, pulled him into her arms and kissed him. Jian Yao knew her husband needed comfort the most this time every year. He didn't say much, just held his hand tight. Together, they watched Bo Jian and Bo Yao put down the fresh flowers and red wine they brought in front of the grave, each calling out, “Godfather.”
They lingered at the cemetery moments before the family returned to the car for the ride home. At this point, Bo Jian, who was in the back seat, said softly, “Bu, since we are all not in a good mood today, can we eat the fish hotpot?” Bo Yao's face shriveled as she said, “I hate eating fish.”
Bo Jinyan smiled faintly and said, “Ah. Lady Bo, I also thought to eat fish today.”
Bo Yao crying, “Bu, no!” Bo Jian smiled slightly and noticed his mother's expression.
Jian Yao, the head of the family who was driving, could not help but laugh. He said, “OK, let's eat the fish hotpot. Bo Yao, I'll buy you claypot rice, your favorite.” “Oh yes!” Bo Yao cheered.
Light rain swirled around them and the road became wet. The black Grand Cherokee circled the mountain, gradually moving further and further away, towards the city with many tall buildings.
. . . . . .
Years later, when I remember the past, I still think of the villa in the middle of that mountain. Think about her wearing a bathrobe, with night vision goggles, standing at the top of the stairs while looking at me from above. I also thought about Fu Ziyu waving the glass of red wine in his hand in the dim light of night, smiling faintly as he said, “Can you take one more step? At first, I needed a lot of steps before I stood by his side.”
I thought about the case of the killing machine, when I first saw his arrogant and cold smile, and I knew that no one else in this world was smarter than him. I also thought about the time when I was being held captive by Xie Han, seeing him walking towards me wearing a black windcheater, his eyes panicking, his voice hoarse, he said, and I know that I am the only one whose eyes see; as well as the shed that brings us the greatest heartbreak, the deep pool under the overhanging cliffs, again and again, he always walked firmly towards me.
I don't think I have any regrets in this life. I have met a group of similar spirits, although some of them had to leave us halfway. He and I are the same; walking on the edge of darkness, we have seen the most perverse ugliness in the world, seen many suffering souls awaiting redemption, he said, I saw so many warm and sad hearts.
The towering bird rests on the tree root.
The roots of the tree go deep into the ground. Throughout life, without knowing fatigue, they seek light.
We have grown old together.
