On the contrary, the fingertips are twisted and entangled, and there is a kind of bewildering bright color, which tickles people's hearts, and they just want to lift it up and take a bite.He has always been a man of action, and the next second he raised his hand to his lips, and when he saw Ji Fan's nervous expression, he was not willing to bite, but only gently kissed the back of his hand.At that moment, Ji Fan withdrew his palm like an electric shock.Holding the hand he had been kissed, he shrank into the corner like a frightened bird.Wu Jifan opened his mouth and closed it, he couldn't spit out half a syllable, his face was flushed, as if he had been bullied.Fu Mingyuan raised his eyebrows, the curvature of the corners of his lips, how to look like a bad smile.For the next half hour, the two were speechless.Ji Fan subconsciously knocked on the car window, his whole face wrinkled, turned his head from time to time, and secretly glanced at the man who was driving, what did Mr.
Fu think?
What does it mean to have your own hands on your back?
Is it comfort, or is it etiquette?
Or maybe he was there for himself.The movement of stopping the car and turning off the engine interrupted his train of thought.Fu Mingyuan consciously took advantage of it and was in a very good mood.He held down the little turtles trying to escape with one hand, one by one, and slowly helped him get back dressed for going out.Ji Fan just wanted to say that he could come by himself, but the other party cleanly took the notebook in his hand and threw it lightly to the back seat full of miscellaneous items, and he couldn't find it again.At this time, the little turtle's last voice was also deprived.Warm clothes, cashmere vests, and coats Fu Mingyuan's movements were serious and meticulous, and after pulling the zipper, he didn't even let go of the buttons, one after another, until Ji Fan's jaw was stuck.Then, he jumped out of the car and locked Ji Fan in it with a bang.Ji Fan: !
Are you really going to start playing Captive Y!
He was anxious and aggrieved, sweat was oozing from the tip of his nose, but he couldn't make a sound, and he couldn't stop calling out to the man who had withdrawn.Seeing that the other party had walked to the car without looking back, Ji Fan panicked and hung his head to untie the complex seat belt that tightly bound him.However, he was forced to put on three gloves, and his movements were clumsy, and the lock kept slipping down, and he couldn't tear it open after tossing for a long time.Ji Fan had no choice but to start taking off his gloves angrily, and his glutinous white canine teeth grabbed one side of the glove as if he was angry, and pulled it down hard.In the next second, the door on his side opened.Fu Mingyuan stood against the light, his brows furrowed: What are you doing?
Ji Fan glanced at him sideways, looking a little aggrieved, and wanted to question how he could leave himself.Ha, still take off your gloves, you don't want your fingers anymore?
It's colder here than we stand, and anything you touch will stick to your skin.Don't be naughty anymore, you know?
Fu Mingyuan's mouth was unceremoniously, but his movements were very gentle.He kicked his left leg on his foot, his right leg stuck on the half-open door, neatly propped himself up outside the door on Ji Fan's side, lowered his head and put on thick gloves for him again, and deliberately fastened the buckle twice more to prevent Ji Fan from breaking free.Ji Fan looked at his meticulous movements, and somehow, his heart was sour, and he swelled for a while.The thought of this person being kind to him on the surface, but in fact trying to leave him behind, made him feel like a sticky hair cake, and he choked very uncomfortably.He could not speak, so he glared at him with his eyes.However, Fu Mingyuan raised his eyebrows and quietly staggered his gaze, as if he was unwilling to look at him.Ji Fan couldn't bear it any longer, withdrew his fingers, and suddenly opened his arms and hugged the person hanging outside the car.Don't go!
He wanted to say this, but the writing book was gone, so he could only hold the corners of his clothes tightly like this and force the other party to stay.So Fu Mingyuan really didn't move, of course, he couldn't move, and in an awkward posture, the two were in a stalemate for a while.At first, he only acted on impulse, but in retrospect, Ji Fan felt shy in hindsight.He buried his head in the other party's waist and did not dare to raise his head, the wind stopped, and the surroundings were very quiet, and he could hear the powerful heartbeat of the other party.Again and again, like a fierce drum beat.Let's talk about Fu Mingyuan, he was originally standing on the foot support, but he was hugged by Ji Fan like this, and almost fell into the car and pressed on him.Holding on to the roof frame to stabilize his body, he settled down and looked down.This glance made his heart soften, and from his angle, he could only see Ji Fan's jet-black hair, and the white and lovely ears hidden under the soft hair.The exposed skin was covered with a thin layer of powder, and I don't know if it was frozen or blushing.Fu Mingyuan had a little bad taste, raised his hand and gently played with it, and saw Ji Fan immediately shrank and shivered, hiding deeper in his arms.Do?
With the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, Fu Mingyuan was in a good mood, but he still had to pretend to be in a good tone.He pretended to be embarrassed and complained: What a little sticky spirit.Who knows, hearing this, Ji Fan's head fell to the ground, and then he really let go of his hand little by little.Who let you go!
Fu Mingyuan shouted in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface, but his face became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye, his thin lips were pursed, and he didn't say a word.He really wanted to go back ten seconds and strangle himself who had to pretend to be forced to death.Ji Fan gestured frustratedly, meaning to let the other party hurry up and get busy, and leave him alone.As if he understood what he meant, he soon heard the man leap from the wheels of the car, with a light movement, and landed on the snow with a muffled thud.Don't you have any nostalgia?
Ji Fan was even more lost, staring blankly at his hands that were wrapped into bear paws.The next second, he was ripped off his seat.At some point, Fu Mingyuan had already unlocked the lock of the seat that imprisoned him, and dragged him down from the high seat.The moment he fell, Ji Fan lost his mind a little in mid-air, and then fell into a warm embrace.This time, he was held firmly in his chest.One hand supported his lower back, the other hooked the crook of the knee, and gently and deftly hugged him.Ji Fan's whole body curled up, clinging to the other party's chest.Fu Mingyuan turned around and closed the car door with his elbow, leaned over and leaned over his ear and said, "Tsk, how old are you?"
You have to hug it down, you're too squeamish, aren't you?
That's not the case!
Ji Fan struggled to get off the ground, but was hugged tighter.The snow here is not thick, Fu Mingyuan is still walking on the ground with a person in his arms, and strides towards the middle of the camp of the large scientific research station.He was quite proud in his heart, this person was now being held in his arms, and he could hold it as long as he wanted.Ji Fan also gradually stopped moving, hesitated for a moment, took the initiative to raise his hand, and slowly wrapped his arms around Fu Mingyuan's neck.He quietly tilted his head to look at it, and happened to see the other man's smooth jaw, and then up, the lips that were always duplicitous.It turned out that from beginning to end, Mr.
Fu didn't want to leave him?
The thin lips are well-defined, and from a distance they look like a harsh shape, and only when you get closer, you notice that they are very soft.Looking at the pale lip flap close at hand, Ji Fan suddenly had an impulse to poke his head and kiss it.
，，，，www.. net,,☆, Chapter 57 A White Rose Ji Fan was about to move, and he couldn't hold back and leaned over several times, but as a result, he had a thief's heart but no thief's courage, and in the end, he only dared to rub his head lightly against the other party's neck.I don't know if Mr.
Fu feels it?
Ji Fan thought he was doing it very secretively.He buried his head in the side of the other's neck, sniffed it secretly, and a faint scent of pine wafted into his nose, which smelled very good.He was a little nervous, so he didn't notice that the hands around him tightened almost instantly.Walking slowly into the camp circle, Fu Mingyuan just wanted to speak, but suddenly realized something, put down Ji Fan, and his expression became a little dignified.After Ji Fan stood firmly, he looked around, and saw that the entire scientific research station was dead silent, and the snow that had not melted for thousands of years had fallen on the roof, and no one had cleaned it for a long time, and even a podium had collapsed.The two looked at each other and immediately realized that there was no one here.Not only is there no one, but even the research station itself seems to have died long ago.The entire energy supply system was shut down, and the cold, strong winds, heavy snowfall, and bad weather completely overwhelmed this originally large camp.Walking to the largest building, the iron door was hidden, and with a slight push, it creaked open.How so?
Fu Mingyuan frowned slightly.If people do go to the empty building, at least before leaving, they will lock the base.Could it be that the Progress Station was accidentally invaded by someone?
Quite possibly.In the harsh environment, several nearby scientific research stations are all short of food and clothing, and when it comes to supplies, they will think of this place as soon as possible.Fu Mingyuan's expression immediately became serious, and he waved his hand to signal Ji Fan to retreat.He bit open the glove with his teeth, reached into the placket with one hand, and quietly found a small gun.The barrel of the gun was pure black, and suddenly reflected a dark light.Ji Fan's eyes widened slightly, he had seen this thing, and the last time Fu Mingyuan took it out, it seemed that it was still used against him.And at this moment, Fu Mingyuan was strictly in front of him, holding the □□ with one hand, his posture was neat, and he kicked the door open with one foot.The room was empty, and the cold wind blew, rolling up a few snowflakes and falling on the same icy concrete floor.Fu Mingyuan observed left and right, concentrating on guard for a while, and then slowly relaxed.It was too cold in the house for anyone to lie in ambush for a long time.He put his pistol back into his holster and greeted him outside.Hearing the shout, Ji Fan, who was squatting behind the door, immediately stood up, patted his pants and walked inside.Who knows, as he was walking, he suddenly tripped under his feet and almost fell on all fours.Under the soft snow, there are a few ice mounds.What are these things?
A trap to prevent the invasion of polar animals?
Ji Fan suffered a loss, didn't dare to be careless, carefully bypassed them, and walked into the door.The power has been cut off for a long time at the research station, most of the ordinary electronic locks have failed, and even the ordinary door locks are wide open, as if the owner is in a hurry.Unexpectedly, the entire research station was quite tidy, except for one of the small dormitories, where there were traces of cluttered life.Notebooks, bedding, and mugs were discarded haphazardly on the floor, and the room was a mess, and there was even half a bowl of frozen Russian beetroot soup on the pot.What's going on here?
Ji Fan's heart tightened.I thought that all the staff had evacuated in an orderly manner, but could it be that there were still people staying?
If so, where is this man now?
Fu Mingyuan didn't seem to care.He glanced at it and said, "It may take about a week to repair the satellite base station, so let's take a break here for the time being."
You are obedient, stay here and don't run around, wait for me to drive the car in.With that, he put his hat back on and hurried back out the door.Alone indoors, Ji Fan looked around and walked curiously to the half-open drawer.When I pulled it open, there was a thick stack of letters.Ji Fan couldn't read Russian at all, but the envelope was written in English, and the pen handwriting was vigorous and powerful.With a long list of repetitive characters, he could barely make out the original name: Mishail.The payment was Andrey.All are common Slavic names.One of the earliest letters was from more than a decade ago, and the paper was yellowed, thin and brittle, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.However, its owner has kept it so well that there is not even a trace of superfluous creases.Ji Fan glanced twice, carefully stuffed it back into the envelope as it was, and at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of what seemed to be hidden inside.Flipping the envelope, a white rose that had dried and withered fell out and landed gently in his palm.This rose was more fragile than letterhead, and it turned into powder the moment it touched the air, and Ji Fan only had time to see its color clearly, and in an instant, the cold wind blew, and the powder drifted in the air, and there was not even the last trace left.Pure white, it should have been a very beautiful rose.With some regret, he sealed the letter and put it back in its place.Underneath the letter are several photographs of a group of young men in winter suits gathered around the Progress Station in the background.Among the many group photos, there is the only single photo, in which a very handsome young man is depicted.He was dressed in a military uniform, with short very light linen hair pressed under the brim of his hat, his facial features were as deep as a knife, and his ice-blue eyes looked straight at the camera.There was a line of small words written on the back, and Ji Fan still couldn't understand it.He paused, subconsciously picked out the photo, and put it aside.Heavy notebooks were discarded haphazardly on the floor.Ji Fan picked it up, blew off the debris on the surface, and flipped through two pages casually.The cover, sprinkled with Mikhail's name and in Russian and English, looks like a record of volcanic research, with occasional illustrations.Mikhail is supposed to be a geologist, and although the content is incomprehensible, his fancy little illustrations are very interesting and interesting, and he can even paint a four-panel cartoon or two.Ji Fan watched it with relish, and the exaggerated comic characters were sometimes anthropomorphized by the volcano, and sometimes they complained about his colleagues.What are you looking at?
Ji Fan was startled, and when he turned around, he found that Fu Mingyuan had quietly walked behind him.Fu Mingyuan glanced at the notebook twice, didn't seem to be interested, turned his head and walked to the table, picked up the photo, flipped it to the back, and raised his eyebrows: To my dear Misha?
Misha?
This notebook of yours, Mikhail is written on it, right?
Fu Mingyuan pointed to the cover, and Misha was the nickname.There was something meaningful in his eyes that only the closest friends could call him.Ji Fan seemed to have an understanding, took a piece of discarded scratch paper in his hand, and wrote: They must be good friends!
The man named Andrei sent him a lot of letters, and there were flowers in them.Friend?
Well, Fu Mingyuan dragged out his tone inexplicably, opened the drawer with his hand, and pulled out Ji Fan's neatly tied letters from it.He read two pages smoothly and suddenly chuckled softly.Ji Fan looked up suspiciously, and saw Fu Mingyuan leaning against the table, tapping the table with his fingertips for a while, and said with a smile: Friend, you noticed Ji Fan's gaze, Fu Mingyuan raised his eyebrows: Do you want to know what they talked about?
Of course, Ji Fan was very curious, but, for some reason, Fu Mingyuan's eyes at this time made him instinctively feel dangerous.He swallowed and wrote, "No, not very well, it's a private letter."
Fu Mingyuan retorted unceremoniously: Then what you are flipping through in your hand is still a diary!
Ji Fan blushed and hurriedly explained: I just want to know what happened.Looking at the surrounding environment, Fu Mingyuan narrowed his eyes, and rarely agreed with his point of view: You are right, it is indeed not right.Misha clearly cherished the letters and photographs, and if he were to leave, he would take his notes and stationery with him, if not the necessities, but something must have happened that caught him off guard and forced the researcher to leave in a hurry.