But as soon as he lay down like this, something happened to him, and he was almost buried under the snow.Shaking off his stiff limbs, Fu Mingyuan felt that the strength was gradually returning to his body, so he withdrew his hand holding Ji Fan and tried to take a few steps by himself.Look, are you alright?
He turned his head to greet Ji Fan and left.Ji Fan immediately followed.He pressed the worry in his heart, like a little tail, and tended to be behind him.Looking at Fu Mingyuan again, I saw that his stride was steady, and it seemed that there was really no big problem.The problem of walking has been solved for the time being, but at this moment, the two have encountered new troubles, where should they go?
Previously, Ji Fan followed the mysterious man all the way to this place, but it was difficult for him to grope his way back.In the dark, the road looks exactly the same in every direction.Ji Fan stood in embarrassment for a while, and tried to gesture to tell Fu Mingyuan that we should go back to that person, he is very familiar with the nearby terrain and should be able to take us out.That person?
Fu Mingyuan's eyebrows raised slightly, but he didn't say anything, but his heart was full of doubts.Who's that?
He'd been there for nearly a month, and he had never seen a second living person here.Ji Fan compared his approximate height and body type, but if he wanted to say a clearer appearance, he couldn't tell clearly.It's not that there is something wrong with his memory, but that in retrospect, the man's face has always been blurred, and he can't say anything more profound, and he can only vaguely remember that some Europa people have extremely light hair color, a high and narrow nose, and cold pupils, which are alienated pigeon gray.It's okay, Fu Mingyuan seemed to have thought of something, and softly relieved him of the siege, go and take a look first.Ji Fan breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and took the lead in the direction of his memory.It was dark, and the two groped their way back, and when they got closer, they found that the man who was standing under the eaves had disappeared at some point.You frowned just now, did you really see someone?
Looking at the clean snow, Ji Fan nodded very lightly.Are you sure?
This time, Ji Fan hesitated and couldn't answer for a long time.The snow under the eaves was smooth and clean, with only a pair of footprints, which were evidence that he himself had stood.And the man who was supposed to be standing next to him didn't even leave a trace.Before I had time to think about it, there was a faint sound in the night.The two of them looked at each other, and then turned their heads in unison to see where the sound was coming from.At this moment, the sound of the wind was silent for a moment, and the sound as thin as a gossamer immediately became much clearer.It's a harmonica.In the depths of the distant night, it seemed that someone was playing, one with one with the other, playing a little tune out of tune casually.The two listened with bated breath, but couldn't tell what the tune was.The sound of the piano is intermittent and capricious, and the only constant is the melancholy of the Soviet love song minor.A trace of doubt flashed in Ji Fan's heart, and he slowly stepped into his pocket, only to touch the empty cloth pocket, and the harmonica was the same as his mysterious master, and at some point, it disappeared without a trace.In the distance, the minor key continues to play, as if trying to convey some message.Listening sideways, Ji Fan became more and more sure that such a special timbre was the harmonica he had played before.A vague conjecture gradually formed in his mind: optimistically, the man might have returned to the base, and was helping them with the sound of the piano.The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this seemed to be the only logical conclusion at the moment.Ji Fan didn't hesitate for too long, he always had a kind of trust that he couldn't tell the reason for the man he met, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart that kept telling him that he wouldn't hurt them.Thinking of this, he put aside the doubts in his heart, took Fu Mingyuan with his backhand, one foot deep and one foot shallow, stepped through the snow, and walked slowly in the direction where the music came from.However, no matter how long they advanced, they could not get close to the ethereal sound of the harmonica.It was always hanging from a distance away, like a red apple tied to the front of a donkey's head.Every time they were tired and wanted to stop for a moment, the harmonica would suddenly become louder and clearer, piercing through the wind and snow, stimulating their eardrums, urging them to stand up and keep walking.Closer to the base, the music became louder, and Fu Mingyuan suddenly paused.Ji Fan was a little puzzled, and looked back, only to see him making a shushing gesture.Listen.In the dark wasteland, the harmonica sound is still intermittent, not a tune, and there is an indescribable desolation and poignancy.What are you going to listen to?
Ji Fan frowned in confusion.Fu Mingyuan's eyes closed slightly, and he hummed a small tune softly in his mouth, and slowly, he actually wore all those broken weird harmonica notes together.He hummed it in a low voice, then started all over again, and this time, the tune immediately became smooth.At this time, even Ji Fan reacted.This song is clearly a white rose.Fu Mingyuan opened his eyes and said in a low voice.The two looked at each other, and their eyes were full of indescribable complex emotions.Ji Fan opened his mouth in disbelief, and the terrifying speculation rolled in his throat, but he still couldn't ask directly.Fu Mingyuan took the initiative to hold his wrist.Let's go, he said mildly, don't let down their kindness.As for who he said they were, it may be self-explanatory.Ji Fan let him drag him, and turned his head to look at Fu Mingyuan's calm side face, confused in his heart.He always thought that a scientist like Mr.
Fu must be a staunch materialist, but looking at the other party's current appearance, he seemed to have accepted all these supernatural phenomena well and seemed to guess his regrets, Fu Mingyuan hooked the corners of his lips and slowed down his voice: I said, no one can tell what the end of science is, whether it is philosophy, or religion, or theology After a pause, he realized that he was far away, turned his head and rubbed the back of Ji Fan's neck, as if he was talking to him, It's also like convincing ourselves that maybe we shouldn't be too arrogant.Miracles are always unreasonable, and if you have to get to the bottom of it, it will only add to your troubles.Ji Fan seemed to understand and nodded.Perhaps no one in the world knows better than he does what miracles are.When he met him, in a sense, it was already a miracle like nothing in a million.Earlier, he also wanted to find out what secrets were hidden behind all this.But now, this curiosity has gradually faded.In any case, they have met.In any case, they were destined to meet.For him, this truth is enough.As he was thinking about it, he turned a corner that blocked his view, and suddenly a light appeared in his sight.I saw a temporary gas lamp hanging high at the entrance of the base.Ji Fan didn't remember when he turned out the gas lamp in the warehouse, and he didn't remember turning on the lighthouse-like light before going out.And now, the warm light of Melt Warm Light pierces through the terrible darkness like the scorching sun, and even the deepest darkness cannot invade this shelter.Fu Mingyuan clenched Ji Fan's hand: We are home.
，，，，www.. net,,☆、Chapter 78 The words instinct and seductress perfectly encouraged Ji Fan.He never imagined that one day he would call a dilapidated makeshift base home.But now, everything seems so natural, it seems that it should be so warm.He also had a home.There is not a single person in the family, except for him, there are also his favorite people.Thinking of this, Ji Fan once again recalled Fu Mingyuan's confession that was vague in the sound of wind and snow.Will this person think the same way as himself?
Or was he just mentioning it casually?
With apprehension, he secretly raised his eyes to look at the other party, only to see that he was also looking at himself.Fu Mingyuan's gaze was so focused, so soft, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.The light-colored eyes, which have always been alienated and cold, have become accustomed to revealing gentle gazes at some point, and there is a hoarse fire burning under the eyes.Ji Fan felt that he was an ordinary ordinary person, and he couldn't afford his eager gaze, so he subconsciously lowered his head and staggered his eyes in a panic.ShhhhhFu Mingyuan raised his hand and gently straightened his face.His slender fingers were roughly wrapped in ointment and gauze to hide the frostbitten bruises, and the tips of his fingertips showed a little red, like ridiculous carrots.Ji Fan didn't find it interesting, he only felt distressed, and even couldn't help but complain to himself, why didn't he arrive earlier.Following Fu Mingyuan's movements, he raised his head obediently, not daring to move at all, for fear of tearing open the wound that had just been bandaged.I'd like to talk to you about it.Fu Mingyuan's tone was light, and he couldn't hear more emotions.What to talk about?
A trace of confusion flashed in Ji Fan's heart, and soon, he was replaced by nervousness, like being called by the teacher to stand up and answer a difficult question in class.I'm leaving.Fu Mingyuan didn't give him time to adapt, and his first sentence was amazing.Ji Fan's eyes blinked a few times quickly, his thinking was a little sluggish, and he couldn't react immediately.Leave?
Get out of here?
What do you mean?
Ah, has the rescue ship finally arrived?
For a moment, his heart was happy, but slowly, the joy was diluted, and uneasiness and suspicion were like thorns, crawling densely all over the wall of his heart, piercing his chest, and silently flowing blood.Why did you tell me that?
A euphemistic goodbye, perhaps?
He was up and down in his heart, suffering from gains and losses, and he was speechless for a while.Although he knew in his heart that Mr.
Fu was not such a person, he couldn't control himself from guessing those impossible possibilities.He knew very well that what he couldn't trust was not the other party, but himself.In Ji Fan's cognition, he is just an ordinary ordinary person, if it weren't for the opportunity to be trapped at the same time, Mr.
Fu might not have looked at him at all.Even if he kept saying that he was special, in fact, Ji Fan pursed his dry lips.He is already a sensitive character, and when he meets Fu Mingyuan, he can't wait to put up his tentacles to secretly tempt, and deduce hundreds of possibilities from one sentence.He even thought that by the time September came, even if he was admitted to T University, Fu Mingyuan would become the pride of heaven again.At that time, will Mr.
Fu, who is so dazzling, still look at himself more?
They have been together day and night for several months, but even what kind of emotions he has towards him, Ji Fan can't be sure.Thinking of this, he became more and more depressed.The boat had arrived last night and was parked at the mouth of the bay, not far from Progress Station.Fu Mingyuan spoke, interrupting his thoughts.Ji Fan didn't know how to react, and let out a dumb sigh.When I went back, Fu Mingyuan wanted to speak and stopped, but I didn't know what to think, and his thin lips suddenly hooked a soft arc, revealing a fleeting smile.Get back?
What are you going to do back?
Ji Fan was immersed in his own world, and he didn't notice the other party's implicit eyes at all.If only he could be a little turtle for the rest of his life.Ji Fan was taken aback by the bold idea that suddenly popped up in his mind, and hurriedly peeked at Fu Mingyuan, and was relieved to see that the other party did not react.How could he have such an idea?
It's obvious that being a turtle is slow and tired, and he has to be played by Mr.
Fu with a bad taste, saying that he owes a lifetime and can't pay it off, it's obviously Fu Mingyuan himself!
According to the plot in the folklore story, how to say, it's Fu Mingyuan's turn to repay the favor with his personal promise, right?
Wait, Ji Fan's face turned slightly red, and his brain seemed to have opened a racecourse, running all the way in a strange direction, and he couldn't stop.also lost the dim light, and Fu Mingyuan couldn't see through his increasingly red face.I'm leaving, and I'm really reluctant.Fu Mingyuan sighed with emotion, and took a turn around the room with a flashlight, tightening the rope for the materials that Ji Fan had packed up before.Ji Fan finally came back to his senses, made up his mind, and wrote: When?
The ship has entered the port and can depart at any time.Fu Mingyuan glanced at the sky outside the window, and said casually, wait for the wind to stop.I hated this ghost weather before, but now, Ji Fan wished that this snow could fall for a longer time.The flashlight went out, and the two sat quietly opposite each other in the dark.The whining wind outside the window sounds like a pleasant tune at the moment.Can you tell me?
Fu Mingyuan suddenly spoke.Well?
Ji Fan turned his head and made a questioning gesture.Your name.Ji Fan sighed again.He almost forgot, and for some reason, the system kept obscuring his name.No matter what way he wrote, draws, or hinted, all Fu Mingyuan could see was the three words of the player's little turtle.It turned out that after making trouble for so long, Mr.
Fu didn't even know his name.Even though the name was just a code name, he inevitably felt frustrated.Ji Fan.He stroked two words neatly on the paper.Then, he raised his hand and compared: Can you see it?
Fu Mingyuan held the note, shook his head, and didn't speak.Sure enough, Ji Fan was a little frustrated, he was about to leave, and the other party didn't even know who he was.Do good deeds without leaving a name, this system probably has a nickname called Lei Feng?
Fu Mingyuan held up the manuscript paper with three words written in his opinion, looked at it for a moment, suddenly folded it up, and put it into the pocket close to his chest preciously.I'll find you.His tone was flat, as if he was just talking about what to eat for dinner.There is a vast sea of people, and it is not easy to find a person without a name.But Fu Mingyuan didn't even ask Ji Fan to take the initiative to contact him, so he simply made a promise, as if he came to him, which was a natural thing.He had said the same thing many times, and Ji Fan always thought he was joking.But right now, looking at the other party's natural eyes, his heartbeat fluttered faster.Should he be believed, perhaps?
Yes, you should remember me, find me, and don't forget me.Ji Fan stared at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out his little thumb and shyly hooked Fu Mingyuan.When both parties are conscious, he initiates intimate physical contact only a handful of times.The little thumb pulls the hook, shakes it from side to side six times, and then the thumbs are solemnly erected and gently touched, as if leaving a kiss with the fingers.