Mu yuan and Jack looked at each other for a moment. No matter how many times they told themselves from the bottom of their hearts, the last time they met, they would never be emotional again. When they didn't meet, they were better, and they could resist missing again.
People are in front of them. Those vows and the horizontal gap between each other are always in front of them and cannot be avoided.
Mu yuan stepped into the room full of memories again.
This is a single family two-story Western-style house, with a construction area of more than 300, of which more than 100 are gardens and garages. The use area is actually more than 100 square meters. The bedrooms and study are upstairs, and downstairs are the living room, kitchen, a storage room and a gun depot. There are several white bookcases on the wall of the living room, all of which are some books and some high-tech electronic products.
Mu yuan stood here with a complex heart. The pattern here has never changed at all. Although Jack lives less, someone takes care of it specially. The room is very clean.
There are traces of pairs everywhere, as well as traces of Mu yuan's life. The bear doll bought by the two together in the supermarket before he left last time is still on the sofa.
Mu yuan walked over and brought the medicine box. Jack took off his coat and wore a white shirt inside. The blood had dyed the shirt red.
He didn't frown. Mu yuan roughly cut his shirt and wiped the blood off his arm. In fact, his wound was not deep. He didn't take good care of it after stitching. Instead, he exercised violently, so the wound cracked.
Mu yuan sank his face and disinfected the wound. When disinfecting, he was in a bad mood. He also remembered some things in Myanmar. Once, Jack was injured, and he took good care of him.
Although he is strong and smart, he has made excellent achievements in anti-terrorism in recent years, which has also made some activists dare not invade the territory any more, but he has countless large and small wounds on his body.
After knowing Jack, he had four gunshot wounds on his shoulder. Every time he came to see him, people were very energetic. Even if there was an injury, they couldn't see it. They all said it was a minor injury, but this was a real record of bleeding and sweating.
He was injured a lot less than Jack, because he was not as radical as Jack, and he would not fight with terrorists for months in a row. Most of the outlaws he faced had no formal training, and he was a little like a soldier, unlike Jack. He had to face some criminals with high education and high emotional intelligence, which inevitably led to some dangers.
Jack looked at Mu yuan. They didn't talk much. In fact, he didn't know what to say. He regretted the moment he let Mu yuan enter the door.
He shouldn't recruit Mu yuan.
He was ready to disappear with Mu yuan. Mu yuan and he also drew a line. He even asked Mu yuan to go home earlier, but why... He couldn't help it.
If it weren't for his signal and Mu yuan's self-esteem, he wouldn't come in.
But when he came in, he regretted it again.
It's always so repeated, cutting constantly, and managing in disorder.
They all know too well what it means to be reluctant.
This time Mu yuan left and met again. It was really difficult.
So, while telling him to leave, he was frantically eager to stay with him forever, even if... Mu yuan hated him every day, even if Mu yuan hated him in his heart.
He doesn't care.
Now, what's going on?
Mu yuan detoxified, drugged him, wrapped gauze around his arm, and soon it became a little tight. He seemed to be a little restless, as if he was going to wrap him into a mummy.