Mountains and seas have a home

Chapter 117

Ji Yao unhurriedly finished the breakfast made by Fu Zhong, he took a cursory look, and guessed that Fu Zhong probably hadn't touched his chopsticks.Thirsty, just want to drink water, sour plum and tangerine peel mixed together, Ji Yao added a few cubes of sugar to it, a sweet taste rose immediately.

The cell phone next to him buzzed twice, and the secretary sent him an email.Ji Yao clicked on it to see that it was the preliminary draft list of the action team. After a long list, Ji Yao only glanced at Fu Zhong's name a few more times, as if seeing the name was like seeing a real person.

He went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. The stove was cleaned very clean, and the texture of the marble was like running water.Ji Yao smelled a faint fragrance from the stove, he stood in this smell for a while, and felt that he was in someone's arms again.

He was not in a hurry to go to the office, he was a little tired, and wanted to rest in the room, but after careful calculation, the time he stayed in the room was less than half of the working time.There is a score on the piano, Fu Zhong often plays to the piano, he plays Ji Yao's favorite piece.

Knowing nothing about music, Ji Yao just thought a certain melody was good, so he sat on the piano bench with his computer in his arms, and played a few notes casually, but couldn't get into tune.He looked at his hands, he couldn't play the piano or draw, and there seemed to be nothing outstanding except for holding a gun and a pen.

Born to fight?Ji Yao asked herself, if she was born to go to the battlefield, should she face endless death?The battlefield will not disappear, the hatred will never end, and it is only us who turn into loess and bones.

He felt a chill behind him, and hurriedly looked down at the progress bar on the computer screen, while the printer next to him was spitting out white paper.He tidied up the paper that was still hot, turned around and put on his coat, and turned his head to smell the smell of golden heather.

Fu Zhong carried the box to the laboratory to find Zhu Min, who was discussing something with Dawn shortly.The box belonged to Zhu Min, and it contained ebony plums. Fu Zhong only used a few to make the soup, and he had to return the rest.

"Doctor Zhu, your plums." Fu Zhong put the box in Zhu Min's hand and thanked him, "I haven't run out of them. Thinking about it, I sent them back to you. In fact, I really don't need so many."

Zhu Min weighed it twice, opened the box, took a plum in his mouth, and said, "What are you doing with the plum? Sour plum soup? It tastes better with ice cubes."

"It's not sour plum soup. I bought some tangerine peel and boiled it together to hangover." Fu Zhong smiled, and his smile was warm, like sunshine on the morning dew.

"Have you been drinking?" Zhu Min frowned and looked him up and down, "It looks clear and clear. I got up early in the morning to go to training. It doesn't seem like I'm drinking enough soup to hangover."

Fu Zhong clasped his hands and answered Zhu Min's words with lowered eyebrows. Zhu Min noticed that his ears were a little red, but quickly retreated: "It's not that I'm drunk, it's that my friend is drunk. I boiled him for a while." A pot of hangover soup, drink it to make you feel better."

With a plum in his mouth, Zhu Min leaned on the railing and listened to Fu Zhong's words. He didn't wear a floral shirt today, but a floral tie. He would feel uncomfortable without some flowers on his body.Zhu Min looked at the tip of Fu Zhong's ears, and looked away, the plums were melting in his mouth, very sour.

After finally eating the plums, the sour taste faded a little, and Zhu Min remembered the wound on Fu Zhong's hand: "How is the scratch on your hand? Go in and I'll show you, and apply some new medicine."

He passed by Dawn, flicked him on the head lightly as a greeting, and then walked towards the cubicle with his hands clasped.When Dawn looked up, he saw Fu Zhong following Zhu Min, and his eyes followed Fu Zhong uncontrollably.Fu Zhong was a little angry, he turned his eyes and glanced at Dawn's face, and glanced at the papers on Dawn's desk, one of which read "About the social and family roots of phobias".

"Dr. Dawn is an expert in neurosis, right?" Fu Zhong sat down in the chair and lifted up his shirt sleeves. Most of the scratches had scabbed over.

Zhu Min easily opened the cabinet, took out the medicine bottle and alcohol cotton balls from inside, and said, "Of course, I told you last time. He is a master's student at McGill University. I will give it to you if he is a master student at McGill University. You have to ask for his help to cure the disease."

Fu Zhong watched the doctor's movements, the glass cabinet door opened and closed, and he asked an irrelevant question: "Is that cabinet repaired?"

"What to fix, just kick it. Let it know how powerful I am, so it won't dare to rebel." Zhu Min replied jokingly, smiled provocatively, and began to clean Fu Zhong's wound. Under the gown, looming.

Fu Zhong pursed his lips and remained silent. Zhu Min didn't know what he was thinking, so he accidentally raised his head and found that the executive had been staring at the cabinet by the wall.

Dawn has been outside, he's writing "On the Social and Family Roots of Phobia", is he picking up his pen and brushing his hair.When Fu Zhong took the medicine and walked out, Zhu Min pulled his arm, and then stayed by Dawn's side for a while.

Fu Zhong understood what Zhu Min meant.Although he was not very happy, he still acquiesced to stay.

"This is the executive of the China Executive Department, Mr. Fu." Zhu Min briefly introduced, Dawn shook hands with Fu Zhong, and Fu Zhong's hand was very cold.

Zhu Min stood beside Dawn, leaned down to look at the formula Dawn wrote on the paper, pointed to a line of big characters on the top and said, "Are you studying phobias? Have you found anything new?"

Dawn moved the microscope next to him, put on his glasses to read the words on the paper, and replied: "We have just started systematic research, and now we are sorting out the causes and historical development of phobias."

Fu Zhong was attracted by another newspaper on the table, which was an academic newspaper that published the latest research results.After asking Dawn for his opinion, he picked up the newspaper and browsed, focusing on the sections on neurogenetic diseases and mental diseases.

"Is Mr. Fu interested in these?" Dawn asked, he tapped the newspaper with his pen, "You have been reading this page."

Fu Zhong flipped through a few more pages. The newspaper was so big that it made a rattling sound when flipped, which was harsh in the quiet laboratory.Zhu Min led the two of them outside to talk, and closed the glass door behind, with the slogan "no noise" posted on the door.

"I'm a little interested, I want to know more about it. I have a very good friend," Fu Zhong paused, "He's not well. I want to help him."

"So it's Mr. Fu's friend, can I meet him?" Dawn asked, he was standing in the sunlight in the corridor, his blond hair was shining brightly, Zhu Min looked at it, and thought the golden color was very pleasing to the eye.

As he closed the newspaper, he always had a gentle smile. This is how much warmth is in this smile, so you have to ask yourself.Fu Xin was not very happy in his heart, but his face was still calm: "Maybe we will meet in the future. He is relatively withdrawn, has few friends, and doesn't like dealing with strangers very much."

When Dawn heard him talking about this friend, he seemed to be watching the gardener watering the rose garden, and his words were full of sweet fragrance.Dawn noticed something unusual, and the heart gave people a sense of distance, only when he talked about this friend, there was thin affection in his eyes.

Zhu Min tapped his fingers beside him, he could see a lot of emotions in Fu Zhong's eyes, and he could also see whose face was reflected in his eyes.Zhu Min smiled and said nothing, some things were tacit, so there was no need to say more.

Dawn has a very good attitude, and he has a good attitude. He pointed to the newspaper and looked up at Fu Zhong: "Does Mr. Fu need it? If necessary, I can lend you some. But this newspaper is not good, I need to read the information."

Fu Zhong suddenly felt relieved, he nodded and said yes, and returned the newspaper.Dawn pushed the door open and went in to look over his lab bench, where there were a lot of professional books and papers piled up on it.Zhu Min quietly said to Fu Zhong: "You really got a bargain."

"How can I not accept this kindness from the sky?" Fu Zhong smiled, holding the black jacket of his training uniform in his hand, "Where can I find such professional and rigorous cutting-edge academic materials?"

Zhu Min chuckled and said, "You're not for him."

Fu Zhong didn't answer Zhu Min's words, although Zhu Min explained those secret thoughts in one word.It is indeed for him, Fu Zhong thought quietly, and I can only do it for him.

Ji Yao led his assistant up the stairs, flipping through the papers in his hands.The assistant followed behind him, unable to keep up.Ji Yao walks in a hurry, he has always been in such a hurry during working hours, the assistant walks one step and runs two steps, but fortunately Ji Yao doesn't talk often.

"The list of personnel is supernumerary and needs to be screened." The assistant said, and he handed the tablet to Ji Yao to see, "Some people are not very suitable, so delete the complicated and keep it simple to avoid redundancy."

Personal information is printed on the paper, and the time bureau prints it in a unified format, and there are people from all countries.This time it was a cooperative operation. The unnamed mountainous area had already attracted the attention of the coordinate system. Ji Yao held a meeting, and the commanders of all countries signed documents and reached a consensus.

While flipping through the materials, he listened to the assistant's speech, and at the same time nodded to the passing staff.Ji Yao nodded, and took a symbolic glance at the tablet: "I see."

Yan Wang didn't talk much, the assistant knew it, and he didn't expect Ji Yao to say much.The two turned up the stairs, and there was a potted plant on the window sill at the corner. At a glance, it should be a gardenia, but it was not in bloom.

There was a sign written on the top of the third floor, and Ji Yao took a look at the medical laboratory in District [-].He turned the toes of his shoes and walked into the open third floor, the sunlight at the corner jumped on him.

He casually asked the assistant: "How many members are on the medical team's roster? Is that doctor named Zhu Min on it? Why haven't I looked it up?"

The assistant didn't understand why Ji Yao suddenly walked to the laboratory. He just wanted to remind him, but he didn't think it was necessary.The shadow turned around quickly, and the assistant was about to answer Ji Yao's question, but found that the sound of the commander's leather shoes stopped, and it was extremely quiet at that moment.

Ji Yao rested his fingers on the folder, and he stood in front of a glass door, which reflected his figure.The assistant didn't know, so he stood a little away, crossed Ji Yao's shoulder line, and saw a few people standing a little farther away.

The assistant recognized Fu Zhong at a glance, because he was wearing the executive's training uniform, he was tall and good-looking, and he was hard to forget.The assistant suddenly became at a loss, he hurriedly looked at the commander's face, Ji Yao looked forward calmly, stern and mighty.

"Commander, this is the medical laboratory." The assistant reminded, trying to divert Ji Yao's attention, but he failed.

Ji Yao's chin was tense, and his thin glasses frames were shining. He was serious, and judging from his assistant's experience, he was probably about to get angry.Ji Yao turned around and ordered lightly: "You go to work first, and ask someone to clean the office."

"Where there is a heart, others don't need to be present." This rule was summed up by the assistant himself, and he wrote it down in his notebook, because Ji Yao's habits are always so weird.

Dawn packed his things and came out, holding a thick stack in his arms, which was heavy.He fiddled with it twice, and handed it to Fu Zhong: "I have seen these, and I don't need them for the time being, you can borrow them to have a look, it's okay."

Fu Zhong didn't accept all of them, he picked a few and thanked them politely.They were all laughing, standing under the glass window, the chirping birds flew outside the window, and the thick clouds were passing by the farther sky, the light was often blocked, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

Ji Yao watched them talking and laughing, and looked down at the open document paper in his hand. On the first page was a photo of a beautiful boy with blond hair and blue eyes, and beside it was the name: Linnai Dawn.

He is so beautiful, Ji Yao thought, but I don't like him very much.

Picking up his fingers to cover the folder, the beautiful blond face was hidden. He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, leaning against his ear to listen, while walking slowly along the window, he wanted to bask in the sunshine left before the rainstorm. warm sun.

The signal was quickly received by Fu Zhong's mobile phone. When he heard the phone ringing, he looked at the caller, and his mood suddenly exploded into fireworks.Dawn was talking, but he saw Fu Zhong turned his head and looked away, and his eyes were also pulled over. At this time, the clouds drifted away, and the birds were still singing.

So Ji Yao was in the slanting light, and this angle was just enough to illuminate his face, as well as his pinched waistline, and a pair of long legs that couldn't be blocked even when he was wrapped in trousers.

Fu Zhong put the phone back, and even forgot to say goodbye to Dawn and Zhu Min. He walked towards Ji Yao, and reached out his hand from a distance, trying to catch him and put him in his arms.Dawn saw him smiling, and his affection was as soft as a snow mountain.

Dawn panicked to look at Ji Yao again, a hand stretched out to block his sight, Zhu Min grabbed Dawn's shoulder, turned him around, and pushed the door in: "They're fine, there's no time to talk about it." Let's talk slowly."

Dawn stood at the door and looked around, then asked Zhu Min, "Who is that person?"

Zhu Min pulled at the floral tie, leaned on the door frame and tilted his head to look at it, then suddenly smiled and said, "He, the commander of the China region, the one sitting on top."

Pointing to the top of his head, Zhu Min didn't continue talking, and helped Dawn take away the pile of things he was holding in his hands, and walked in leisurely, humming a thin tune, like "Red River Valley".

"What are you talking about?" Ji Yao asked leaning on the railing, he tapped the toes of his leather shoes, and made a soft sound, "The weather is fine, the sun is out, and it is very warm."

Fu Zhong could hear a trace of something unusual in his flat tone, he knew Ji Yao well.Fu Zhong answered bluntly, he always likes to bring matters to light and resolve them: "I came to see Dr. Zhu to return the plums, and I happened to meet Dawn, so we chatted for a while."

Ji Yao looked at him from the tip of his eyes, his eyes were very beautiful, hiding the lake surrounded by flowers and trees, with ripples in all seasons.Ji Yao tapped her fingers and said, "Linnai Dawn? I've smelled him on you, and I don't like him very much. Why are you so close to him?"

Fu Zhong smelled a sour smell, maybe it was the sour smell of Zhu Min's plums. He purposely leaned closer to smell Ji Yao's neck, and gently stroked his temples: "Why do you keep the smell of sour plums? Is the chief jealous?"

If you insist on talking dirty, it will go to the bottom of your heart.Ji Yao couldn't resist his teasing, and immediately changed his expression. He was ashamed and annoyed, and pretended to be calm: "Don't push yourself, I haven't forgiven you yet. Besides, I just happened to pass by here."

He just has a stubborn mouth, there is no silver 300 taels here, and when he becomes arrogant, he dare not look into Fu Zhong's eyes.Fu Zhong had figured out Ji Yao's little moves a long time ago, holding him tightly in his hands, and drawing a circle to trap him.

"It doesn't matter if you don't forgive, you can take it slowly in the future. I still have thousands of I love you that I haven't said, and it's been decades." Fu Zhong said, he is a sniper, and dealing with Ji Yao is the same as shooting a sniper. Every word hits the red heart.

Ji Yao's face became hot, there was no one in the corridor, and not many people settled in the newly opened laboratory.He stood on tiptoe, unhappy and sweet in his heart, gave Fu Zhong a vicious look, and patted Fu Zhong's hand with the folder.

"What are you holding in your hand? A love letter? My dear Mr. Heartthrob." Ji Yao asked in an admonishing tone, his voice trembling when he spoke.

Fu Zhong raised his hand and spread out several magazines in front of Ji Yao, revealing the professional and rigorous English characters on the cover of the magazines.Fu Zhong replied honestly: "Ask Dr. En for the academic materials he borrowed, so that he can think of a solution for your illness."

At a glance, it is international cutting-edge science. Ji Yao flipped through half of the books, most of which were researches on neurosis.Fu Zhong stood beside him quietly, Ji Yao's heart suddenly softened, and those icebergs that were already crumbling suddenly collapsed.

"Forget it, forgive you." Ji Yao closed the book, handed it to Fu Zhong, and stepped on his heels awkwardly, "I won't pursue the matter of checking the surveillance, I believe you. Don't talk to those pretty girls from now on. The boy is too close, am I not enough for you to see?"

It was the first time Fu Zhong heard Ji Yao say such a thing. The usually strict commander would get angry with a foreign doctor he had never met.Fu Zhong wanted to laugh, why is his baby so cute, the more funny it gets, the cuter it gets, it almost melts in his mouth.

"You are so beautiful, whatever you say is right." Fu Zhong raised his hand to cover the dazzling light, "Have you forgotten what I said to you on the bed? You are the most beautiful, like a peach blossom."

Finally, Ji Yao couldn't hold back any longer. He wiped his red ears until they were scorching hot. He gave Fu Zhong a fierce look, then turned and left: "What are you laughing at? I've never seen a flower that looks narcissistic! Goug out your eyes!"

He walked down the stairs as if he was running away, Fu Zhong walked with him for a while, and asked, "Where is the chief going?"

"......office."

The commander's office on the top floor has just been cleaned, and the desk outside is the position of the assistant.Ji Yao casually ordered the assistant to do some small things, then opened the door and went in, there was a fragrance of sage and cypress inside, freshly sprayed perfume, everything was according to Ji Yao's preference.

"Would you like champagne?" Ji Yao took out a bottle of Veuve Clic from a cabinet filled with ice, "It's ice.It's a good day, and it's worth celebrating with a drink. "

He poured a glass for Fu Zhong. Fu Zhong was looking at the list at the table. He clinked glasses with Ji Yao lightly and said, "What's the name of this operation? I know that the time bureau likes to use abbreviations, such as CAT and LION. , RUSH, etc."

Ji Yao sat down on the edge of the table, stretched out a pair of long legs to support her body, took a sip of champagne, and tapped the badge of the executive department on the paper: "'theDragonKing.', Dragon King."

The black emblem is printed on it, and it is a huge tree with an eagle on it.Fu Zhong suddenly smiled, nodded and said, "It's a very appropriate name, what's the abbreviation? DK? It's also very imposing."

Ji Yao opened the door of the cabinet and stuck the folder in. There were neatly coded files in the cabinet, some of which were brought from the database of the Beijing Time Bureau.There were labels on the spine of the folders, mostly acronyms of sorts, the sort of formalism that file sorters love.Although this move is often ridiculed, no one really cares about it, so it is business as usual.

The cloudy sky outside the window was occupied by towering clouds, presenting a kind of faint gray. Ji Yao knew that this was a sign of rain, because the sunlight had become flickering and leaked from the gaps in the white clouds.

He pressed the opening button of the curtains, and the dark gray curtains gradually covered the glass, and gradually covered it, so that no light could penetrate.Fu Zhong asked Ji Yao what he wanted to do, when someone hugged his neck suddenly, and then pressed his wine-scented lips.

Ji Yao sat on the desk, and Fu Zhong stood between his separated legs, which were naturally wrapped around his waist, maintaining a half-naked posture.Fu Zhong now knew what he was going to do, leaned down and kissed his lips and teeth, passionate and crazy.

No matter what, Fu Zhong maintains the kindness he should have towards Ji Yao, and his feelings for Ji Yao are deepening day by day.Ji Yao is different. When he becomes enthusiastic, he wants to go to nowhere. When he is cold, he avoids people for three thousand miles.

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Ji Yao was lying on the desk with a mountain of documents beside him.A bronze clock was nailed to the table, making a clear crackling sound, and Ji Yao silently counted the seconds.

How much do you love him?Like the continuous snow-capped mountains on the grassland outside, like the snow of Lake Baikal, like the fireworks and lights in Beijing, like the heavy rain in Moscow, like the plum blossoms that have not yet fallen in the hot spring hotel.

They have been doing it for a long time.

Fu Zhong heard the second hand moving, and Ji Yao's groans and weeping beggings diluted the sense of weight brought by this time.He didn't know how many times he wanted Ji Yao's body, and he forgot to count the time, maybe two hours, or longer.

It started to rain outside, and they heard the sound of raindrops hitting the glass in the dim office, guessing it should be a rainstorm.Crashing, pouring down like the sounds of nature, like a piano played by Fu Zhong.

Ji Yao sat leaning against Fu Zhong's arms, covered with a blanket, he was so tired that he lost consciousness in his lower/body, just now he was/fucked/wept tears, and there were tears on his face.

Fu Zhong wiped the water from the corners of his eyes for him, and coaxed him with a gentle voice.Ji Yao curled up in Fu Zhong's arms, listening to his heartbeat, like a clingy old fox.For him, making love is like drinking a glass of strong wine, which has a long aftertaste and is unforgettable.

The rain outside the window has been falling. It was vigorous at first, but then it weakened a little.Ji Yao rubbed Fu Zhong's chest, raised his head and asked him, "Is summer coming?"

"It should be soon." Fu Zhong replied, kissing him on the lips, "When we finish the task and go back, it will be spring over there."

"I hope there will be no accidents after we enter the mountains, and everyone can come back safely." Ji Yao thought for a while, and suddenly became depressed, "When we enter the mountains, we will be in the wild jungle, and there is no place to have sex/love."

Fu Zhong looked at the desk, Ji Yao's semen/fluid ejaculated just now wet the document paper, and he was ashamed to think about it.He stroked Ji Yao's hair, helped him push the loose hair back behind his ears, and said, "There will be a way, we haven't tried many tricks yet."

Ji Yao looked at his wrist and waist, there were red strangle marks, the belt was stretched out, and the belt buckle was bitten in his mouth, the giant eagle tree, the symbol of the executive department.

Fu Zhong likes his waist very much, thin waist, the muscles are so strong, but the waist has always been very thin.

A few days later, He Luan boarded the convoy to the Ngari area and went with Teacher Jiangqu.Along with Du Yu and Shang Pu, Shang Pu is Jiang Qu's student, as for Du Yu, who is probably an executive just like Chen Wei, and has to escort the car.

Their destination was Gang Rinpoche, and it would take about ten days to get there from Nyingchi, excluding the rest time on the way.Some of the vehicles in the convoy were military vehicles carrying soldiers, and some vehicles were not carrying people, and were pulled by green sheds, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

Some people asked why they didn't take a plane and land at Kunsha Airport, which is only three hours' drive from Kailash.

The slightly older person above shook his head and said, "We can't fly through the snowy area by plane."

"why?"

The man pointed to the sky above his head and whispered something, scaring the person who asked the question to pee his pants on the spot.

The day before the departure, He Luan tidied up his things, including old military uniforms, iron boxes, tape recorders and unopened letters.He noticed the engraving on the back of the iron box, "February 2010, 2", which coincided with the time of the eighth recording.

Chen Wei also found that another team of scientific research experts arrived in Linzhi at night, they came from Beijing, the regulations were the same as theirs, and there were also people from the time bureau.The next day, these new experts filled some of the vacancies and stayed in Nyingchi for scientific research.

"I don't think it's right." He Luan said to Chen Wei in the car, "But I can't tell what's wrong, because everything looks so orderly."

"It's because it's so orderly that something went wrong." Chen Wei looked at the snowy field outside. They were slowly driving out of the mountain canyon and into the flat snowy plateau. The convoy drove along the road one by one.

The author says:

This is the end of the volume "Not Fearing Death", and the next volume "Where the Heart Goes" will solve the biggest puzzle and conspiracy in this volume.