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Xun Musheng brewed ginger and jujube tea, and asked someone to make an ice skin dessert to accompany the tea. Seeing that it was getting late, he planned to take it to taste with Wen Yun.

There was an imperceptible light under the crack of the door. Xun Musheng knocked on the door several times, but there was no response from inside. After waiting for a while, he knocked on the door again, but there was still no sound.

Turning on the light meant that Wen Yun had woken up.Now that you're awake, why don't you come and open the door?

Xun Musheng frowned and called out, "Wen Yun?"

This sound was like a stone falling into the abyss, swallowed by the darkness, unable to arouse any echo.

A few seconds later, he put his right hand on the armrest, trying to see if he could open it, but only heard a "click", and the door swung open.

Wen Yun didn't lock it.

The room was very quiet, the quilt was lifted, and the clothes Wen Yun took off were placed at the end of the bed.

The bathrobe that had been hanging on the side shelf was gone.

Xun Musheng looked towards the open balcony.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are half-closed, the night is thick, the snow is swirling, a screen separates the view, the warm yellow light hits the screen, but no one is reflected.

Xun Musheng's pupils tightened suddenly, and he quickly ran towards the balcony.

The screen was completely overturned, and after a loud sound of falling water, the spring water splashed white water like a burst.

Wen Yun was stunned for a moment when he was picked up by Xun Musheng, staring at the anxious man in front of him, and gradually regained his senses under the impatient eyes of the other party, he quickly broke away, picked up the bathrobe by the pool and wrapped it up quickly. The steamed red cheeks were even more rosy, and he looked away, too embarrassed to speak.

Xun Musheng also soaked in hot springs before, but he was embarrassed to come to Wenyun in a bathrobe. Before going out, he changed into a regular silk pajamas with long sleeves and trousers, with the top button buttoned up. On the body, very embarrassed.

Just now when he rushed to the hot spring, seeing Wen Yun submerged under the water, he had no time to think, let alone take off his clothes, so he jumped down sullenly, and when he picked up Wen Yun, he didn't even realize that she was naked.

Thought Wen Yun was fainted in the water, but luckily it was just a false alarm.

He wiped off the water from his face, and then stroked his wet forehead hair, and later realized that the situation was a bit bad.

Wen Yun stood barefoot on the spot for a while, as if remembering something, she walked into the room quickly.Xun Musheng wasn't sure if he was angry, or he was so embarrassed that he didn't want to see him, he was hesitating whether to follow in, but Wen Yun had already come out with a clean bathrobe, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and the blush on his face hadn't receded, but he said: "Don't stand there anymore. If your clothes are wet, you will catch cold easily. Change them quickly."

Xun Musheng's first thought was - Wen Yun was concerned about me.

This undoubtedly made him very happy. Before taking the bathrobe, the corners of his lips were already curved.

Wen Yun was still uncomfortable, stepped back to the side, and explained: "I'm sorry, I was just submerged and held my breath, and I didn't sink into a coma."

Xun Musheng understood this when he hugged Wenyun.If Wen Yun really fainted in the water, he wouldn't just look at him in surprise in his arms as soon as he carried him out of the water.Some people like to sink into the hot springs and spit out bubbles, because he is too nervous.

But to his surprise, Wen Yun also likes to sink underwater and spit bubbles.

After changing into the bathrobe, Xun Musheng came out of the bathroom, still thinking about "Wen Yun spits out bubbles", and was a little dazed.Wen Yun stood by the bar and asked softly, "Did you bring this?"

Xun Musheng glanced over, "Well, you haven't had dinner, would you like some supper?"

Having said that, Wen Yun felt a little hungry.

Xun Musheng picked up the porcelain dish containing ice-skinned desserts and walked towards the balcony. He put the porcelain dish on the antique bluestone table by the pool, and leaned over to hold up the screen. , Luoxue is not cold either."

Wen Yun had no choice but to pick up the teapot and teacups left on the bar and followed.

The hot spring is hot, and the snowflakes float on the water surface, dissipating into soft white air, and swaying tiny ripples.There is no wind, the bathrobe is soft and thick, and it does not feel cold.

The two sat by the pool, soaked in the spring water below their calves, with tea and refreshments between them, and they didn't appear to be intimate.

Wen Yun took the hot tea poured by Xun Musheng, held the teacup in his hand, took a sip, the spicy and sweet tea entered his stomach, and the warmth it aroused permeated his body, making him very comfortable.

After a while, he said, "I'm sorry about what happened just now."

Xun Musheng cut the ice-skin dessert into small pieces, picked up a piece and handed it to Wen Yun, "I knocked on the door for a while, and called you again, but you didn't respond. I was worried about what you had, so I opened the door privately. Don't mind. "

Wen Yun shook his head, "No."

"I was also in a hurry. I thought you passed out after soaking in the hot spring." Xun Musheng paused, seeing Wen Yun eating the dessert, he asked, "How does it taste?"

"It's sweet, but not greasy." Wen Yun put the fork next to the porcelain plate, "Thank you."

"If you pair it with tea, it won't be too sweet. Do you like it?"

Wen Yun was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Xun Musheng smiled: "Then eat more. By the way, what are you doing buried in the water?"

He wanted to hear Wen Yun personally explain "spit bubbles", it was much cuter than he imagined.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yun said, "I'm practicing holding my breath."

"Hold your breath?" Xun Musheng was puzzled.

"I used to be a sniper, and holding my breath underwater is one of the training items." The night seemed to be illuminated by snowflakes, and Wen Yun stared at a point in front of him, suddenly wanting to tell.

Xun Musheng quickly understood the emotion implied by Wen Yun's words, and was almost overjoyed.

His loved ones are opening up to him like buds struggling in loose soil.

"Our team's breath-holding record is 6 minutes, and I could only stay underwater for less than 2 minutes at the beginning." Wen Yun spoke slowly, as if recalling the past time while talking, "Afterwards, I practiced every day. The time gradually increased, but still failed to break the record, and the longest time was only 5 minutes and 58 seconds."

This level of breath-holding is almost a fantasy for ordinary people. Xun Musheng was very surprised, and Wen Yun said: "I used to think that breath-holding training was the most painful. Every time I felt unbearable, as if I was dead. The instructor told us, Keep your mind empty, don't think about anything. We do it, and over time, holding our breath becomes a kind of fun, or... a means of decompression."

Xun Musheng added tea to Wenyun's cup.

The snow seems to be a little bigger, isolating a small world.

"When you hold your breath, you don't need to think, so all your troubles are gone." Wen Yun's voice became softer, "People are troubled, probably because they think too much."

Xun Musheng's eyes moved slightly, wondering if he was Wen Yun's trouble.

Wen Yun tilted his head, with a faint smile on his lips, "I was too lost in ecstasy, I didn't hear you knock on the door, I'm sorry."

When meeting Wen Yun's eyes, Xun Musheng's heart was sour, and he wanted to sweep away the tea set and refreshments in the middle, and pull Wen Yun into his arms.

But he could barely hold back.

The atmosphere was so good, Wen Yun also talked about some things in the military camp, most of which were related to sniper training, such as being buried in a mud pit during heavy rain to practice shooting guns in a prone position, and what about sprinting for a kilometer, shaking so much that the gun could not be held steadily, and still being able to Shooting down the looming target hundreds of meters away at the fastest speed... After all, it was an extremely hard past. Xun Musheng felt heartbroken when he heard it, but Wen Yun's tone was flat, as if he was looking back on something particularly memorable.

When pain can be told like a story, it is no longer suffering.

Just like the grains of sand emerge from the mussels after hardships, they are already moist pearls.

Xun Musheng saw a scar on Wen Yun's calf, which was neither obvious nor scary, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to touch it.

Wen Yun immediately withdrew his calf, "The injury I suffered when I was on a mission before has healed a long time ago, but the scar will not disappear."

Xun Musheng pushed away the cup and moved to Wenyun's side, his Adam's apple rose and fell, and a thought was brewing in his heart.

He wanted to take this opportunity to ask the person who had accompanied Wen Yun.

Wen Yun didn't resist his approach, but his expression changed slightly, and he tightened his fingers a little uncomfortably.

He was eyeing Wen Yun's reaction, and after Wen Yun relaxed and talked for a while, he asked softly, "What about him? Can you tell me about your relationship with him?"

Wen Yun froze suddenly when he realized who "he" was referring to.

Xun Musheng knew he shouldn't ask, but he couldn't help it, "He's your teammate, you..."

Suddenly there was a wind, and snow and dust came blowing.

Xun Musheng subconsciously protected Wen Yun, but the next second, he was pushed.

Not heavy, but the meaning of resistance is very obvious.

Wen Yun stood up, looked alert, and whispered, "Sorry."

Xun Musheng stood up after him, his heart was impatient for a moment, and his eyes suddenly turned cold. The resentment and desire that had been suppressed for several months were like a cold fire burning in the bottom of his eyes.

Wen Yun's ex was a thorn in his heart.

In the past, he didn't recruit whoever he wanted, and he was patient all the time because of Wen Yun.We chatted a lot today, thinking that Wen Yun had gradually accepted himself, but when Fang mentioned that person, Wen Yun was as vigilant as when we first met again, as if the companionship of these few months had been wasted, and there was still a gap between the two of them. There is an impassable wall.

He couldn't help being angry, and he couldn't even maintain his gentle and gentle pretense.

"Is he that special?" There was a bit of resentment hidden in his voice, and his expression never showed indifference in front of Wen Yun, "It's okay to tell me about your past?"

Wen Yun frowned even more tightly, his lips moved, and before he could say anything, Xun Musheng caught up halfway out of control and forced him to the wall, "You can't tell me his name and how you know each other." ?"

The unspoken words are like a knife, pierced in the softest part of the heart, dripping with blood.

——You like him, I can't replace him, I just want to become more similar to him for you, why don't you say it?

The man in front of him was imposing, and his eyes were more complex than ever.Wen Yun's back was pressed against the wall, his fingers curled up, annoyed why he had to say so much, and why he wanted to tell the other party without knowing it.When Xun Musheng mentioned Chi Yu—even though he didn't mention the word "Chi Yu", it was tantamount to hitting him on the head and making him sober up instantly.

Telling is wrong.

He was overwhelmed by invisible burdens, so he could only sink into the water, and emptied his brain by holding his breath, and then he was hugged by Xun Musheng, who was nervous by Xun Musheng, so he pushed forward and wanted to confide in this man who suddenly broke into his life .

It will be a little easier to say a word.

But he forgot that he should not enjoy relaxation, let alone tell others about Chi Yu.

He got carried away.

"You..." Xun Musheng pressed Wen Yun's shoulder, and became more impulsive because of the haze between his brows disturbing his mind. He bowed his head and wanted to catch his lips.

But was pushed away.

Wen Yun dodged aside, "You have a good rest, there are activities in the North District tonight, I have to go and see."

After speaking, he quickly stuffed his personal belongings into the bag, and fled hastily without even changing his clothes.

Xun Musheng didn't chase after him, and sat down at the end of the bed a few minutes later, hitting the quilt hard with his fist.

The quilt is too soft, no different from smashing cotton.

He couldn't vent the pent-up air in his chest, and roared angrily.

The snow stopped again, and Wen Yun stood in front of the window of the staff dormitory in the North District in a daze.

There was a lot of noise outside the window, people wrapped in heavy down jackets, sharing yak hotpot together.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, he drew the curtains, turned off the lights and went to bed, sighing in the darkness.

On the west and east side of the city, the bar was full of music, and the drunk men were full of obscenities. One of them looked at the other man's shoulders and said, "You, what a shame, he reported you and sent you away." , imprisoned your position, and he robbed you of all benefits. I heard that he also took down the boss of the 'parking', I don't know what trick he used..."

The person whose shoulders were hooked slammed the wine glass on the table and said with a sneer, "Bitch."

(The author has something to say: The PLA currently announces that the special forces soldier’s breath-holding record is 6 minutes, which is relatively difficult to achieve. Wen Yun can’t reach it, but 5 minutes is still amazing.)