Chapter 1122 Jianbi Pavilion
The slightly warm breeze hit Chu Zihang's cheek one after another. The wind was mixed with the fragrance and chirping of flowers and birds. The low-frequency laughter was far and near, and the laughter and mocking jokes were like The smoke and clouds are sometimes clear and sometimes drift far away, making it difficult to tell whether it is reality or a dream.
What was rare was that Chu Zihang did not use his five senses to collect surrounding information and analyze his environment as soon as his consciousness gradually became clearer, as he had in the past. I don't know why, but this time, his mood was very peaceful, unusually peaceful, and his so-called vigilance was soothed under the mirror-like water surface by that tranquility.
The sleepiness that had been lingering around his body gradually faded away, and the feeling of fatigue flowed through his skin like water, dripping from his fingertips into the wind. He slowly opened his eyes in his quiet thoughts, and the sunlight penetrated The shadow of the willow tree outside the ancient pavilion illuminated his brown-black pupils with ripples of halo.
In those golden eyes that never go out, the girl with backlight tilted her head and dozed off against a vermilion beam. Her mouth was slightly open, and dots of crystals hung on her cherry-colored lips, swaying when the wind blew. , as if it would drip down at any moment. Falling onto the face of Chu Zihang, whose head was resting on the girl's legs.
After Chu Zihang stared at the saliva for a few seconds and found that its tension was obviously greater than the shaky and false feeling, and that it would not fall for a while, he slightly shifted his gaze to look at the surrounding environment.
Just by looking at it, he realized that he was not lying in some hospital park, because no hospital park would have an antique pavilion built in the lake. The ancient pavilion is located on a square island in the lake. It is a square pavilion with double eaves and a vermilion corridor around it. There is no extra human habitation. All you can see is the breeze, sunshine, willow trees and the lake.
Chu Zihang was lying on the veranda in the shady corner of the ancient pavilion, with his head resting on Xia Mi's white bare legs that were well-proportioned under the hem of her lotus-colored skirt. This girl was also a big sleepy pillow. She was obviously giving someone else's lap to pillow her own. I fell asleep leaning against the red pillars of the pavilion. I probably couldn't resist the cool breeze and the fragrance of birds and flowers in the afternoon. I still had a smile on my face that was somewhere between innocence and stupidity. I probably did something. Sweet dreams.
Chu Zihang felt the warmth and softness under the back of his head and became a little silent. He was recalling how he came here and how long he slept on the girl's lap. But no matter how he recalled it, the last memory was only fixed on On the burning and falling Boeing plane, the groans of tearing steel and the wails and roars of the crowd and the strong wind could be heard everywhere.
At that time, he reached the limit of the violent blood valley and saw a looming "line" that did not exist in reality. Just when he was about to reach out and pull the line, his eyes suddenly went black and he lost all perception. When he woke up again, it was In front of me is the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers and the sleeping girl.
Did you fail at the last step, or did you lose consciousness due to other reasons?
Chu Zihang wasn't sure what happened at the last moment, but now that he was lying here intact, it probably meant that the plane landed successfully. But what time was it now, how long had he been unconscious, and he didn't know any more information.
Chu Zihang tilted his head slightly and looked at the stone tablet outside the ancient pavilion not far away. The sun shone on the stone tablet and illuminated the inscriptions on it. Due to the angle, he could only see clearly the three words "Jianbi Pavilion", followed by For a detailed explanation of this ancient pavilion, there is such a stone monument standing, so this is probably a scenic spot. As for what kind of scenic spot it is, when he saw the circles of willow trees and red flowers outside the lake, he probably had an idea. .
But Chu Zihang didn't quite know why he appeared here. If he wanted to figure out the cause and effect, he might have to wake up Xia Mi in front of him.
Looking at the girl who was sleeping as soundly as spring mud, Chu Zihang didn't know if it was the right thing to wake her up. There was no one else around, so she would always take care of him when he was unconscious.
Chu Zihang was not sure whether his head was heavy or whether keeping pressing on the girl's legs would cause muscle soreness and ischemia. He had heard of this position before, and Lu Mingfei kept hanging on it. He said that if a beautiful girl was willing to give him a knee pillow, he would die with no regrets. Is this the knee pillow Lu Mingfei was talking about?
No. It doesn’t seem to be completely right. The place where I am currently resting my head is specifically Xia Mi’s plump yet elastic thigh. The knees should be further forward. If I use my knees as a pillow, will it be too hard? So-called Perhaps the knee pillow is more appropriately called a leg pillow? Or maybe there is some meaning in it that I don’t quite understand.
He looked at the girl silently, without making any noise or moving his position. His gaze stayed on the transparent saliva at the corner of the girl's mouth. When the wind blew, the white spots swayed slightly and the reflection was dazzling, which proved that the girl was sleeping well. So sweet.
There was always a moist and warm scent permeating the tip of his nose, like the fragrance of plants after rain. He was not sure whether these scents were brought by the willow trees and red flowers blown by the breeze, or whether they were diffused under the girl's skin. This smell made him feel a little familiar. The degaussed disk in his memory was turning silently. The probe was exploring the long-worn ravine bit by bit, looking for the rising and falling arms in the overexposed images in the past. skirt, white outline
On the artificial lake in the distance with dark brown pupils, there are mandarin ducks sliding forward against the sunlight, with arcuate ripples swaying behind them one after another.
His lips trembled slightly, but he decided to break the current leisurely and soothing environment, because he had never forgotten the mission and tasks he carried. Even if it was rest, he should have had enough rest during his coma. The sense of relaxation and comfort he had had was proof. All the fatigue disappeared with the last coma, and his sleep was supplemented to the point of fullness. This was a rare rest without nightmares. He could feel his current The state is at its peak.
Since there was no further trouble, it was naturally time to get down to business - the main thing was to wait for a while, the girl's saliva might really break through the tension and fall on his forehead.
Chu Zihang was about to wake up Xia Mi, but a woman's voice on the side reminded him calmly, "It's better to let her rest for a while. She hasn't slept for forty-eight hours."
Chu Zihang quickly stood up from Xia Mi's legs and was vigilant. He touched his waist with his right hand covertly, but found nothing. This was not beyond his expectation, and it did not prevent him from locking the person on the side who was talking at the same time. A tall woman leaning against a red beam with her arms folded.
The woman is wearing a black suit shirt, with the first slit showing the collarbones on both sides, and loose wide-leg casual pants underneath. The overall impression given by the woman is that of a sassy and cool figure, paired with the woman's slightly heroic look. The sharp eyebrows and the mature and steady aura on his body allowed Chu Zihang to quickly guess two to three possible identities of the other party.
The woman in the black shirt glanced at Chu Zihang, then at Xia Mi who was sleeping soundly in the shade of the tree leaning against Zhu Zhu. She gestured to Chu Zihang with her head turned, turned around and walked towards Gu Ting's house with her hands in the side pockets of her trousers. Another corner.
Chu Zihang looked around the ancient pavilion and saw no trace of other people. There were only catkins floating along the shores of the surrounding artificial lakes. The attractions here seemed to be closed today, but they didn't know how they got in. They even took a rest in the artificial lake in a grand manner.
After confirming that there were no other threats, or that there might be threats that he could not rule out, Chu Zihang chose to remain silent. After looking at Xia Mi one more time, he followed the woman in the black shirt and came to the other corner of the ancient pavilion, slightly facing the sun. From the side of the bridge, you can see the beautiful scenery of the lake and the park at a glance. The ancient pavilion in the lake is also connected to the other side by this red bridge.
"Chu Zihang?" The woman stood at the edge of the bridge, looking back at Chu Zihang who was walking slowly and observing the surrounding environment.
"Who are you?" Chu Zihang acquiesced to his identity. Ask reasonable questions.
"Li Qiuluo, the commander-in-chief of the orthodox Lang Juxu, you can understand that the position is equivalent to the general person-in-charge of the secret party's execution department. We have already passed the members of your team and the principal of Kassel College, your direct superiors Hilbert Jean Angers has made contact and will provide you with assistance as much as possible during your trip to Beihe." The woman looked sideways at Chu Zihang, who was standing behind a step in the sun, and presented a copy. The ID with the unfamiliar badge showed his home address.
"This is our first meeting." Chu Zihang was very polite, nodding his head in a neither humble nor condescending manner, and at the same time stretched out his hand to shake it lightly, "If possible, I would like to know the current location and situation of my other companions."
"Shouldn't you care more about where you are now than the position of your companions?" Li Qiuluo lowered his head slightly and smiled.
Chu Zihang moved his eyes away from the woman and slowly took a look at the surrounding scenery, including ancient pavilions, lakes, willow trees, and the stone tablet. He paused and said, "If my guess is correct, we should be here now. In the scenic area of Yuanmingyuan?”
"Have you learned about the attractions here before coming to Beigan?"
"I have done some travel guides." Chu Zihang nodded and admitted, "I want to know the situation of my companions more than the current situation."
He repeatedly emphasized what he wanted.
"After your party arrived in Bei'an yesterday, the Zhengtong side had a short reception and contact. Except for Lin Nian's group, the other secret party groups have already entered into their own arrangements. As far as I know, they are near the Wangfujing business circle for the time being. He checked into a hotel and actively launched an investigation operation. We don’t know the specific description and trajectory. "Li Qiuluo also gave Chu Zihang all the information he wanted very simply.
"Then why are she and I here?" Chu Zihang asked softly, and at the same time, he glanced sideways at the silhouette of the girl on the other side of Gu Pavilion emerging from Zhu Zhu.
"Is your last memory still the moment when the Boeing plane you were on crashed?" Li Qiuluo, who put his hands back in his suit trouser pockets, stood on the edge of the bridge and looked at the pairs of mandarin ducks on the water and the sparkling waves.
"Yes." Chu Zihang replied.
"Then you should know that your physical condition has reached a dangerous threshold at that time, or that you have fallen into a state of endangered blood. In the secret party's scientific terminology, it should be called 'critical blood limit loss of control'."
Chu Zihang didn't answer, but just looked at this woman in silence, who was his first meeting, but who still had an air of mystery to her.
"If you are in the jurisdiction of the European secret party, when the plane successfully lands, no matter how much contribution you have made, if you can successfully wake up and regain consciousness, you will find yourself in a solitary confinement room or prison. But fortunately, you landed in Beiyi, and at the request of your friend, you were successfully handed over to us and included in a special emergency treatment program. If nothing unexpected happens, you should now feel some bitterness in the mouth and bloating in the stomach, and perhaps some slight weakness, which is also a subtle phenomenon left by the treatment, and will disappear in the normal metabolism of three natural days after the treatment is stopped." Li Qiuluo said.
Chu Zihang did feel all the symptoms that Li Qiuluo said. Although he did feel comfortable all over his body after waking up, this comfort would abnormally affect his concentration on tightening and mobilizing his muscles to enter the state of fighting.
He tried to feel the traces of treatment on his body, but no part gave very obvious feedback. But when he lifted his wrist, he did find traces of pinholes on it. He had been on the hospital bed and received intravenous drips in the past 48 hours, but with his knowledge, he didn't know what drugs could be effective for the out-of-control bloodline.
He didn't ask Li Qiuluo what she had injected into his body, because he knew that some things might not get results, but he could still ask some questions that could indirectly answer his doubts.
"Am I considered recovered now?" Chu Zihang asked softly.
"It depends on how you define the scope of 'recovery', but in my opinion, you are healthy now, but I think it's better for you to see it with your own eyes." Li Qiuluo did not answer the question directly, but looked at Chu Zihang sideways. Before the other party could think about the hidden meaning of her words, she took out a round portable mirror from her pocket and threw it to him.
Chu Zihang raised his right hand and firmly grasped the thrown mirror and put it under his eyes for observation. This round mirror should be nothing special. From the shell, it looks like it was purchased in the scenic area. It also has a light yellow landscape picture unique to long scrolls. The picture is the garden scenery of the Old Summer Palace.
He glanced at Li Qiuluo, who gave him a look, so he silently opened the mirror.
Chu Zihang saw his own appearance in the mirror as expected, but after seeing the face he saw in the mirror every morning, he was slightly stunned.
Under Li Qiuluo's quiet gaze, Chu Zihang, who was looking at the mirror, slowly raised his hand to touch his eyes, and stopped before his fingers covered his eyelashes.
Because he couldn't really touch the dark brown eyes, there were no previous beauty lenses or contact lenses on the pupils, and there were only the purest pupils under his fingers, the dark brown pupils that he hadn't seen for a long time.
Chu Zihang's eternal golden pupils went out for unknown reasons, and the boy in the mirror no longer saw the mad dragon and the fierce beast in his eyes, but only the clear dark brown and the ripple-like confusion.