Part 12 -- MEMORY LOST PREQUEL

PART 12

 

ALL CREDITS TO AUTHOR DING MO

 

Prequel 12 Red Face and White Hair (5)

Su Mian attended their party for the first time on a winter night when snow flew.

The weather was exceptionally cold that day. She got into Mu Fangcheng's car and was blindfolded by the black cloth.

You cannot bring a bug tracker, because this group of criminals has a high level of anti-detection. Sure enough, after the car was driven out for an unknown period of time, he changed two cars halfway and finally stopped somewhere. Going around, must have avoided the police tracking.

Then someone searched her. After a thorough inspection and scanning, I could feel Mu Fangcheng holding her arm: "Well, you are very'clean', and you finally did not disappoint me, but I promised you. Let's go."

Look, how extraordinary it is. Although obviously many people in this house know that she is an undercover agent.

Su Mian followed him, feeling from a dark passage to a brightly lit place.

What she didn't know was how many cigarettes Han Chen stayed in the task force and smoked all night when she went to the danger alone tonight. He felt that he was going crazy by this woman.

Music, lights, cigarettes, wine... There seems to be a lot of people around.

Then Mu Fangcheng took her and sat down on the sofa.

"Can you take off the blindfold?" She asked slightly impatiently and curiously.

Mu Fangcheng was silent for a moment, but raised his head without answering. Across the crowd, he looked at the man sitting behind the bar.

Not only him, but the ten people present, a, t, k, r, l...almost at the same time quieted down and looked at s.

s, your woman is here.

She understands his paintings. She really understands him and the group of them.

She is unique.

s today is wearing a black casual suit and a thin turtleneck sweater. His hand tapped the wine glass, staring at the liquor. Then he raised his head and looked at her.

Under the light, she was wearing a dark blue sweater with long hair strewn over her shoulders. On her bright and crystal-like face like moonlight, her eyes were covered by a black eye mask.

She was blindfolded and brought to him.

So weak and so stubborn. Just like the girl with stubborn, clear and sharp eyes in memory.

s picked up the absinthe and took a sip. Then he handed the remaining half a glass of wine to a.

a knowing, took the wine and handed it to Mu Fangcheng.

Mu Fangcheng took it and put it into Su Mian's hands.

Su Mian did not hesitate and drank it all in one fell swoop.

The blindfold was taken off.

This is a house I don't know where it was, and it was transformed into a bar. Several people sat in front of her, but they all wore masks.

The face mask of the clown.

"Hi, you are Su Mian?" A tall man with a very young voice, or maybe a boy, walked up to her, "You seem to be older than me."

Su Mian looked at him: "Who are you?"

The boy's eyes behind the mask were long and bright. He laughed, and seemed to laugh happily: "You can call me Xiao Ai. I, I have wanted to know you for a long time."

Su Mian also smiled, and inadvertently raised her head, but she caught a glimpse of the man sitting behind the bar with a thin and quiet back. He also wears a mask, but he can see the lines of his neck and side face, which is extremely white and clean.

Somehow, Su Mian felt that he was different from everyone else.

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It was early morning when Su Mian returned home that night.

In fact, it should not be called "home". She moved out of the house and rented a house by herself. One is to facilitate undercover work, and the other is to avoid danger to her mother. As for her mother,she found an excuse to say that there was something on the professor's side. The task force also arranged someone to protect her mother 24 hours a day.

Su Mian drove a red minicooper into the alley. 

Mu Fangcheng asked her to use this car, so she used it. Of course what she didn't know was that the car was picked by S.

On winter nights, the alley was like a dry well, cold and deep. Su Mian was a little irritable somehow, stopped the car indiscriminately by the wall, wrapped her down jacket tightly, stepped on high boots, pushed the door and got out of the car.

After walking for a while, she paused. Then continue to move forward.

There is someone behind. Looking at her in the dark.

Since she was undercover, she could feel the presence of that person many days when she returned home. She thought it should be a stalker arranged by the killer organisation.

Stupid ~ forced. She cursed in her heart.

After cursing, she felt a little melancholy. This is Han Chen's occasional swear word, and she learned it some time ago.

The snow on the ground was very thick and there was a layer of ice. Su Mian walked absent-mindedly, and without paying attention, the soles of her feet slipped, screamed "Ah", and almost didn't fall.She grabbed the trunk next to her, but her palm was pierced by the trunk.

She took a deep breath, but at this moment, when she heard the man in the alley move, she seemed a little concerned.

Su Mian suddenly reacted, turning her head abruptly, and saw the tall, familiar figure under the street lamp.

He looked at her, and she looked at him.

They haven't seen each other for a few days,but why does it seem so long that they feels like they haven’t seen each other for a few centuries?

She still remembers the way he slammed the door that day and went out. Seeing his cold and silent look at this moment, she suddenly couldn't complain. Suddenly realised one thing in her mind- So these days, as long as she returns late, he will follow her secretly, watching her... protecting her?

His eyes were so dark that he stared at her like that.

Su Mian bit her lower lip, then turned around and went upstairs.Then she heard his quick footsteps follow. Su Mian really wanted to slam the door in front of him, but why did she not succeed in doing it? Why is she still unwilling?

She only concealed the door, and then sat down on the sofa with her back facing the door.

He used to laugh at her for "making" sometimes. She just made it, what's wrong? She just couldn't bear it, she couldn't let it go, but she just wanted him to coax her, he would admit his mistake, and he would pet her.

In the future, he would not leave her behind and leave alone.

After a moment of silence, she heard him push the door in. Then with a "chuckle", he closed the door.

The sofa sank, the familiar breath approached, and he sat down beside her.

Su Mian was still making up her mind just now, waiting for him to speak first. She couldn't help it as soon as he approached, she didn't want to do it,but blurted out: "These days, what I did every day and who I met were written in the report in detail. The task force can see. Now, I know you can see..."

That is my heart, my firm heart, I wrote down everything in every detail, just want you not to worry about it, can you see it?

Before she finished speaking, her mouth was blocked. He hugged her waist, lowered his head and kissed her. The warm, cold lips, handsome eyebrows, and familiar breath only made Su Mian fascinated. She knew she didn't need to say more, she understood his thoughts.He is also considerate and understanding.

A small rental house, in the dim light. For a time, there seemed to be only two of them left in the world. Criminals, justice, morals, fears, worries... all seem to have nothing to do with them, only the eye waves, breathing and body entanglement of each other.

"Han Chen..." She gently stroked the short hair near his ear, "You never leave me again, don't leave me alone."

"Yeah." He kissed her neck, her chest, and clasped her weak fingers, "I'm sorry, never again."

There were shallow tears in Su Mian's eyes, but she wanted to laugh again. And Han Chen pressed her on the sofa, staring at that soft figure like a rush of grass, her clothes half-fading,her hands hooked around his neck, eyes full of glittering smiles. Many emotions suddenly flashed in Han Chen's heart. He remembered that he was worried about her these days, that he had lived for twenty-three years, and he had never had a strong and deep feeling; he also remembered just standing in the alley, watching her get out of the car in the shape of Ping Ting, Her face was indifferent and her eyes were dull. He knew that she deliberately or intentionally revealed her mental illness these days to gain their trust. But looking at her like this, she made his chest feel happy..

He lowered his body, his eyes were so dark that he palpitated her. Then he began to kiss her more passionately.

"Okay, okay..." Su Mian smiled and wanted to push him before he realised his deep-seated affection, "I'm not kissing, isn't it reconciled?"

She pushed him, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his wrist tightened and she was clasped again, unable to move.

Su Mian blinked, a little panicked: "What do you want to do?"

Han Chen directly picked her up sideways and entered the bed room.

She was thrown on the bed. Her poor warm yellow single bed.

"Han Chen, you..." She was about to sit up on the bed with her hands.Han Chen had already bullied her.But he pushed her down again. Su Mian had thrown those annoying things out of the clouds. At this moment, watching Han Chen take off his jacket and throw it aside, approaching her, she felt nervous and irritating, and a little embarrassed.

Under the dim light, heavy snow flew outside the window. He put his hands on her sides and slowly moved closer. Dark eyes are like dark fire.

"Give it to me, okay?" he asked softly.

His appearance was incredibly sexy, Su Mian's face was burning, but her body seemed to have become soft and numb. She really couldn't admit that after so long, she would still be electrocuted by him.

"You bastard..." she cursed softly, almost smiling.

Han Chen clasped her hands again, there was a slight smile in his eyes, obviously a very happy smile. There was even a blush on the fair and handsome face.

"Let's show you a what a complete bastard I am today." He said.

...

The winter night is long, and the snow seems to never stop.

The heating is on in the house, so even if she doesn't wear anything, Su Mian only feels hot and sweaty.

Their two limbs are completely entangled and they are close to each other. She just felt what true intimacy is. Although Han Chen was a bit jerky in many cases, his absolute goal was firm and sure to win. The two groped slowly and enthusiastically, and the feeling was as if their bodies had really melted together.

When he entered, she was really hurt. Then habitually began to sneer: "It hurts to death, it hurts to death, it's not coming." Han Chen's people, although they spoil her, they never condone. He whispered and kissed, but he didn't want to withdraw. After a while, he suddenly reacted: "You are not afraid of the pain when you hit my fist during the fighting practice. Now it hurts?"

Su Mian yelled badly in her heart, so she heard him start to be a hooligan, and said indifferently: "My fists can stand it, this...can't stand it?"

What a rogue!

Su Mian stared at him, he seemed to smile, but he continued to squeeze in a little bit. Han Chen is a master fighter. At this moment, for the first time in his life, he has a sense of comfort that is similar to getting through the two channels of Ren and Du.

Su Mian was shocked when she saw him, and asked, "...what's wrong?"

Han Shen said "Um" and replied, "Comfortable."

Su Mian grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

——

In the second half of the night, in Su Mian's memory, it was exciting, sweet and strong. In the end, her fingers almost dig into his sturdy arm, and his sweat dripped on her cheek. She didn't know what other people's first night would be like, anyway, she was suffering from all over her waist and back, as if she had a fierce fight with him.

No, there is a fight. Obviously he repaired it unilaterally, okay?

In the end, when the sky was going to be bright and dark, the two fell asleep in a muddle. He entangled with her even in his sleep, lying on her back with their fingers clasped.

...

When she wakes up from sleep, she can see the sunlight outside the window at a glance. Presumably it was already bright, but it was covered by thick curtains,so only some light came out, and the room looked hazy.

It was empty beside her. Han Chen had actually got up,had put on his shirt and trousers and he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She couldn't see his face clearly because of the dim light.She only felt his scorching eyes fall on her face, not knowing how long he had been sitting like this.

Su Mian sat up in a daze wrapped in the quilt, her soreness reminded her of their indulgence and craziness last night.

"Are you leaving?" she asked softly.

He replied: "No."

Su Mian was slightly startled. He bowed his head, reached out his shirt pocket, and took out a small black velvet box. Su Mian stared at him for an instant, and then saw the corner of his mouth hooked, as if smiling.

He got up, knelt down on one knee by the bed, opened the small box, and brought the ring to her.

"Marry me, Su Mian."

He knelt by the bed, holding her hand, looking at her. And she was wrapped in the quilt, sitting blankly, looking at him.

A narrow room on a winter morning. No showy scenes, no fancy arrangements. Quietly, the most common morning in life. The room was very warm, dimly lit and quiet.

He just proposed to her.

“We will get married when you graduate." He said lowly and clearly, "In my life, it's up to you to decide not to marry."

Su Mian reached out and put her arm around his neck, and threw herself into his arms: "I want to marry you! I really want to marry you too!"

...

We will get married when you graduate. In my life, it's up to you to decide not to marry.

I fell in love with a girl. She is as warm as the sun, and she is as brave as a fighter.

My love seems simple and ordinary, but I only say it once in my life.

There have been thousands of mountains and rivers,year after years.

Only to you.

This time, winter and summer are hot and cold, and drifting away.

Half-life is lost, like a throat, waiting just for the fulfilment that you have promised.

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