[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Chapter 46

Yimulian's eyes lost focus.

Trembling, he took an unknown glass of iced wine from the waiter, and he didn't realize "Oh" until the palm of his hand cooled down again.

He inexplicably remembered the conscription swearing-in meeting of the Imperial Army two years ago. With such eyes at that time, Huang stood in the queue of army recruit representatives and read his lines to the script without a trace of emotion.And as a "staff" sent by the sanctuary, he stood in the corner of the backstage casually flipping through the collection of poems, and then he was attracted by Huang when he looked at it.

Huang talked on the stage, couldn't bear to tear up the manuscript, and an unknown spark ignited in his eyes.

— those hypocritical rhetoric does not attract anyone.

"Everyone has different reasons for enlisting in the army. Getting ahead, being rich, or serving the motherland—these are not important, and I also need to know. There is only one reason for this conscription, and the Federation has triggered four times in the western part of the empire. Riots, these riots need to be suppressed."

After a pause, the resolute light suddenly turned cold: "What do we need to do for these federal people who have trampled on the dignity of the empire? I think the answer is simple."

There was silence.

"Send them to hell."

Yimulian was fascinated by that look at that time.Because this sentinel, who strives to be a lone wolf and has always been alone, is always vigilant against the outside world, that is not an expression that Huang usually puts on his face, the shame of such a sincere expression on Huang's face It's no different than running naked.

The book of poetry in his hand happened to turn to a certain page, and he glanced down.

Murmur, alittlesadly, howlovefled, andpaceduponthemountainsoverhead, andhidhisfaceamidcrowdofstars.

Next to it is a line of notes that he read when he read it before: If you don't accept it, I will hide myself, hide in the stars and clouds, and relax peacefully.

It's embarrassing to think about it now.

He didn't expect to see such eyes again after two years. Two years later, he is still so useless today, being teased by a look that is definitely not flirtatious.

Are you comforting me?he thinks.

It's not that Huang didn't say that he didn't want to marry for the time being, but he was too anxious and forced the union to be on the agenda regardless of the other party's wishes.He didn't know the reason, but fortunately, Huang didn't blame him... He was just faintly disappointed, he thought he didn't show it clearly, but he still didn't escape the other party's keen senses.

Yimulian carefully looked straight at Huang, he knew that Huang could hear his heartbeat, and no longer needed a fig leaf: "Sounds so romantic. Is it a guide?"

Huang just blinked: "What do you think?"

Huang didn't want to confess now.

He was probably just shocked by Yimulian's eyes at the moment when he passed out. Yimulian looked so helpless and desperate. He couldn't empathize with him, but he could still feel the heartbreak of the other party who wanted to cry but had no tears.

His guide...he didn't know what Yimulian was carrying, and Yimulian would never tell him, nor would he specifically ask.Their relationship was not so good that they could talk about everything. His guide just hid his sadness in the corner of his heart, and he didn't want to reveal it at all, so that he didn't know the pain until he saw the other person's eyes. It was because of the complicated helplessness that he suddenly felt impulsive.

He didn't know what he could do to improve Yimulian's situation, he just hoped that his frankness could make the other party happier.

Yimu shrank his shoulders: "I don't think so, I don't think there will be a few guides who refuse the courtship of the Marshal of the Empire."

"It should be the former marshal."

"Plus... I don't think any guide can take on the duties of your secretary."

Huang was amused by his statement: "Who said that he is omnipotent, but it is generally accepted by the outside world."

"..."

"But you're right. He's not fit to be a secretary."

Yimulian couldn't figure it out for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Why?"

He is clearly conscientious, from making coffee to sorting out materials and arranging schedules, he has done everything a secretary should do. Huang didn't express any complaints at the time, so why did he suddenly say that it's not appropriate now!

Huang Zhenger thought for a while, and said: "Considering work efficiency, I hope he can stand outside."

"……Hey?"

"It can effectively reduce the frequency of my distraction."

Yimulian held back for a long time, touched his still hot cheek, a little dazed, didn't know what to say.

I don't know if it's luck or misfortune, the communicator rang unexpectedly, Yimu even stopped breathing for a while, and he didn't know whether he was frightened by the ringtone or teased by the string of conversations.This time it was his own communication, he hesitated for a moment, and handed the communicator to Huang.

During the extraordinary period, Huang even suspected that the communicator was installed as a monitor, and specially disassembled the communicator of the two for confirmation before daring to continue to use it.

Huang heard the sound of the surveillance camera being switched over, and he could feel that the sentries who were pretending to listen to Hei Qingming's speech in the lobby but were actually watching him all pricked up their ears. Collected, eerily neatly organized.

There is an unfamiliar number on the communicator, and the voice is also unfamiliar: "Hello, sir! I am a consultant of Sunflower International Insurance Co., Ltd., and your anonymous friend Lie Yanhong is a loyal customer of our company. May I ask you..."

It's an insurance sales advertisement, and even the opening line is the most classic.

"No time, no need." Huang quickly interrupted and hung up the phone.

Yimulian put the wine glass back on the table and looked over worriedly.

Liao casually cut the communicator to silent: "It's nothing, it's an advertisement."

He smiled at him with a glance: "Where did you fill in the contact information again?"

"I don't know, X Bao."

Huang listened to the cameras that seemed to be frozen and resumed normal operation, talking nonsense.

These jokes are for others to hear.They all knew that this was just a pre-designed signal with no special meaning—the call from the transportation company meant evacuation, the courier company meant emergency evacuation, and the insurance company meant there was still danger.

He was about to say something else, but Hei Qingming started chatting with the military minister of another country from the corner of the eye, and patted Yimulian on the shoulder: "Go to business."

He intentionally or unintentionally interrupted the dialogue between Hei Qingming and other armed groups in the two countries. He counted seven or eight of them, and they were walking with Hei Qingming almost from the beginning to the end. Ask clearly, I'm afraid I will still be so worried about gains and losses...

Yimulian quietly clutched his chest, the jumping little thing jumped up and down all night, but it didn't seem to return to normal at all.

The early warning from that sales call was fulfilled the next day.

When she appeared, Yasha was feeling uncomfortable because of wearing too much clothes for two consecutive days, complaining in Yimulian's ear full of complaints, and he had just drawn up a symbolic speech to comfort the other party in his heart, and he turned around, He saw a big tutu skirt as bright as blood walking towards him.The visitor was clearly a guide, but he could clearly feel the fleeting disgust from Yasha's emotions.

It was an extremely beautiful female guide, with a pair of stunning red pupils, and the corners of her mouth were not only not smiling, but also curled deliberately.Such a cold beauty is wearing red lipstick, which makes people think of another guide imprisoned thousands of miles away.

In fact, she is completely different from Hongye, but people can't help but connect the two.

Are they really "stand-ins"?Yimulian felt uneasy, if his guess about Hongye's identity was correct...could this be the person who detonated it?

——The treasure in the palm of the federal protection, the rumored black-haired female guide who is as gorgeous as the other shore flower.However, no matter how beautiful her appearance was, she was still so relentless in killing people. Almost no traitor could escape her hands, even those who turned traitors. Once they fell into the hands of the enemy, she would personally kill them.

She was the focus of everyone's attention. She murdered countless films the moment she appeared on the stage, attracting everyone's attention.There was light classical music playing in the hall, and she walked slowly in this atmosphere, raising her right hand as if she was a gift from heaven: "Sir, please show me your respect."

Yasha's expression was instantly grim, even worse than the person involved.

Yimulian's expression is also quite ugly.Yasha also poked his elbow desperately at his arm, mouthing at him: "Damn!"

Of course, Yasha wouldn't be intimidated by a woman's appearance into such a virtue, but just yesterday, the federal marshal invited the guide to dance in front of the sentinel, and today it happened again...

He looked over nervously, but the person involved was still daring to chat with people from the United States. He raised his eyebrows and didn't take it seriously. It took him a long time to realize that the person talking was actually himself: "Huh?"

"I hope I can have the honor to invite you to dance." She held her head up in a dignified manner.

What is this, inviting the Sentinel to dance in front of the guide?

What is the purpose of being close to Huang at this time?Even though he knew that Huang was almost unaffected, Yimulian immediately built a mental barrier in front of Huang.

There is an unwritten rule at the ball that a man cannot refuse an invitation from a lady—this has nothing to do with the status of a sentinel or a guide, but an etiquette that has been passed down since ancient times.Because of this, she was confident and didn't think she would be rejected.

Huang smiled apologetically at the people beside him, a little confused about the situation, trying to find the answer from Yi Mu Lian Yan: "Hello, Miss Guide."

Yimulian was staring at the guide in the red dress, not at him at all.

Come on, look at me!

The cry didn't reach Yimulian, Yimulian looked serious, ignored Yasha's flamboyant acting skills, and stared straight at the woman.

This is... jealous again?

"Mr. Huang, I'm looking forward to your dancing skills." She leaned forward, a malicious gleam flashed in her eyes.

This sentry should have died half a month ago, but he was forcibly protected by the spiritual barrier of the guide. This is the first sentry that she didn't say to kill. The first guide was that box, which was discovered by the Federation. After the ability, that box became a member of the federal military, and that damn Yimulian was supposed to be like this.

She has never shown mercy to traitors, and Yaodao Ji was deliberately let go by her, other than that, there are no exceptions.She had wanted to silence this "undercover" who had been led by the imperial guide ahead of time, but he was indeed the only result of the Federation's secret research for so many years.Her immediate superior hoped that she could wash back the memory of the other party again through the hint of the consciousness cloud.

Bianhua blinked, the deep hint was different, and it couldn't be done without direct contact.

She needs this opportunity for direct contact.

"Meow!" She was startled by the meowing of the cat at her feet. The black cat ran out at some point, its fur was standing on end, as if it had been annoyed, and its two blood-red eyes were dead. Stare in one direction.

It is staring.

Looking at her blankly, even if she couldn't see the shadow of the other party's spiritual tentacles, she could clearly feel the other party's hostility.

——The black cat was forced out by spiritual suggestion.

Isn't Yimulian feeling lost?How did it recover again!She was suspicious, as expected of the "chief guide" in the rumors of the empire, she recovered from the loss of senses so quickly, and she could secretly attack her spiritual guide through her mental barrier!

There was a burst of sarcasm in her heart, so what if the hostility is heavy?This is a rule that has been established for centuries!

She was thinking triumphantly, when Huang bowed deeply: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm a vulgar person, I can't dance."

She was a little surprised, and said with interest: "Oh?"

Don't give face in public, it will never get a good reputation.What's more, this also involves the diplomacy of the two countries!Although no one dared to whisper on the scene due to the hearing of the sentinel, but the small eyes that were talking behind the scenes couldn't stop it.She could feel the emotional movements of the people around her through her spiritual tentacles, and they all condemned this uncouth sentinel.

No, nothing to do with the Sentry, this isn't even a gentleman!

However, at the same time, many people who disliked her were also laughing gloatingly.

Huang Chi didn't intend to take her hand, and she kept holding it even more embarrassingly.She withdrew her hand and said dissatisfiedly: "I thought this was basic etiquette, even the Imperial Military Academy would teach it."

"That's not enough. There will be no shortage of basic etiquette. It's another matter to show fists and legs."

Huang choked back without blinking.

Bianhua smiled instead of anger, and took a step forward: "That letter...you are far more affectionate than I imagined."

Her voice was extremely low, and after she finished speaking, she dragged her tutu skirt and left, Huang's heart sank.

letter?He has written a letter once in his life, and there is only one possibility - the letter he wrote to Yimulian before he "disappeared".

Undeliverable letter.

tbc

How could Huangjiang really not know how to dance!I'm going to do a show tomorrow-

*From Yeats's "When you are old", internet interpretation (invasion and deletion): worrying and meditating, murmuring, how love passed away, how it walked up the mountains, how it hid its face among the stars.