That night, Song Lisa seemed to be floating in the clouds, but the man’s solid and hot body clearly reminded her that she was in reality. She was truly in his arms.
Time and again, she felt like she was riding a roller coaster, rising and falling. She felt like he was going to kill her, but she also felt willing to die. Happy, joyful, satisfied, as if her long-cherished wish had come true, all kinds of extreme emotions mixed together, she felt like she was losing her mind. Finally, she was so tired that she lay on the bed without even the strength to turn over, and fell asleep in a daze. She only remembered that before she fell asleep, he picked her up and fed her a glass of water.
She was really exhausted, but also more satisfied than ever before, and slept soundly in the arms of her favourite person.
A rare dreamless night.
Perhaps because of the long-term lack of sleep, or perhaps because of the unbridled wildness last night, she couldn’t wake up the next morning. She only vaguely felt that Li Jungkook kissed her cheek when he left.
Song Lisa slept until 11 o’clock in the morning before waking up hazily. She closed her eyes and frowned, feeling swollen and painful under her body. She relaxed for a while, slowly stretched her arms and legs, rubbed a circle in the quilt, and the whole bed was filled with his scent, the smell of a night of love.
She slowly opened her eyes, and outside the crack of the curtains, the sky was bright. She was stunned for a while, and then she rubbed her cheek in the quilt unconsciously, with the corners of her lips slightly curved.
She sat up with her aching waist. She saw his hearing aid on the bedside , placed with a note with Li Jungkook ’s handwriting on it: “There is porridge in the kitchen. Eat breakfast first when you wake up. Soak the eggs in cold water so they are easier to peel, but don’t soak them for too long or they will get cold.”
She slipped on her rabbit-wool slippers and walked slowly to the kitchen, pressing the button to turn on the electric rice cooker, and the aroma filled her nose. There were a few plump, pocket-sized steamed buns in the steamer, and when she took the steamer away, the white rice porridge was steaming hot, and there was a boiled egg in it.
Song Lisa was stunned for a moment.
When they had breakfast in Jiangcheng before, Li’s father prepared various breakfasts, including fried tofu skin, fried potato cakes, etc.
But she only drank a bowl of sweet tofu pudding, and only ate two glutinous rice balls because the sesame filling was too sweet. She didn’t touch anything that was slightly oily, even hot dry noodles. She had a poor appetite in the past six months, especially in the morning when she just woke up. She would feel nauseous when she ate anything greasy and heavy.
She didn’t expect him to notice.
Song Lisa served steamed buns and eggs and scooped up some porridge.
She soaked the eggs as he said, and they were really easy to peel. After a light breakfast, she felt much better.
After collecting the dishes, she took off the bloodstained pillowcases, bed sheets and quilt covers and threw them into the washing machine. She then found a replacement set of four sets from the cabinet and found that Li Jungkook ’s style was very similar to hers. The bed sheets and quilt covers were all solid colors, light grey, dark red, navy blue, dark green…
After everything was laid out, Song Lisa packed up and went out.
There was a key hanging on the door handle, which was left for her. Song Lisa took it down and hung it on her own key ring.
Song Lisa went to the hospital to see Dr. Liang. She had been feeling better recently. Her body and mind had adapted to the medication reduction last time, so the doctor reduced her medication again.
“However, although it has improved, you still need to be careful at all times. Don’t put pressure on yourself when you encounter troubles in life, and don’t let it get serious again and again.”
“I know.” Song Lisa said, “I will pay close attention and contact you in time.”
Upon learning that she had resigned, the doctor said, “Look, I told you to rest for a while.”
Song Lisa said: “I’m used to being busy. Now that I’ve just resigned, I’m bored and a little flustered.”
“You still have to find something to do. Being bored all day long can easily lead to random thoughts and negative emotions.”
Song Lisa said: “Don’t worry, I didn’t plan to rest forever.”
She prepared herself for a long time and felt that she could start to slowly conceive “Eastern Floating Century”. She also planned to take some private jobs, firstly to earn money to support herself, and secondly to practice her skills as a freelance journalist in the future.
On her way home in the afternoon, Song Lisa bought some vegetables at a nearby vegetable market and caught a few wild crucian carps. After returning home, he put some of them in a bucket to cook fish soup at night, and washed some of them, salted them, and dried them in the sun to save for frying later.
The sheets and quilt covers In the washing machine have been washed and taken out to dry on the balcony. The sun is shining brightly today. Outside the window, the sycamore trees are covered with tender green leaves, shining like emeralds under the sun.
She was in a good mood. She picked up the garbage at home and threw away the packaging of antidepressants, hiding the box carefully. There was no need to tell him that she was getting better. It would only increase her worries.
After going downstairs to throw away the garbage, she made herself a cup of lemon tea and turned on her computer to check her emails. In addition to some requests for articles and films from domestic and foreign media, there were also some requests to expose hot spots.
Song Lisa is very clear about her strengths and weaknesses. She is not suitable for participating in the whirlpool of public opinion, nor is she suitable for making a statement or leading anything; she only needs to do what she is best at – simple recording and presentation.
There was an invitation in the email that caught her attention. It was from the National Military Channel. Because the news documentary video that Song Lisa shot for the peacekeeping troops last year received a good response, they recently thought of Song Lisa when they were making a documentary about military figures, “Our Flag”. They hoped that if Song Lisa was interested, she would participate in their commissioned article bidding.
This is a campaign to recruit journalists. The selected journalists will join their planning and editing team to help them record and film twelve military figures. The attachment gives the brief introduction of the figures. The deadline is ten days later.
Song Lisa was very interested and immediately replied that she would write a draft plan as soon as possible.
After replying the email, she stretched excitedly, intending to start making plans in one go, but when she stretched her foot, she kicked something.
There was a big, heavy cardboard box under the table.
When Song Lisa pulled it out, she saw that it was all manuscript paper, densely covered with circuit diagrams and various physical and chemical formulas.
She flipped through them casually and realized there were probably several thousand of them.
Song Lisa suddenly remembered the photos she saw at Li Jungkook ’s house, and his serious and persistent look when he was wearing a military uniform and dismantling various simulated bombs. If it really couldn’t be cured, she didn’t know what it would mean to him.
While she was still thinking, she suddenly heard the door open.
She pushed the box back and ran over to greet him: “A-Jungkook !”
But when she saw him, she blushed again.
Li Jungkook closed the door, turned around and asked with a smile: “Have you been home all the time?”
“I’ve been out for a while and I’m back.”
He looked up and saw the sheets drying on the balcony. The thin layer of sheets swayed gently in the wind in the sun, and it was very warm, just like what happened last night.
He looked at her and was speechless for a moment, and both of them looked a little embarrassed.
Her face turned even redder and she stared hastily at his hands, which were holding several large plastic bags.
“I bought you some food.” He changed his shoes, went into the house and put the bag on the dining table.
Song Lisa opened the box and saw cherries, strawberries and oranges, all of which were the fruits she picked when she went to his house that day. They were all her favourite fruits.
Another big bag of snacks bought from the supermarket, including wafers, dried mangoes, plums, spicy strips, chicken feet, seaweed, potato chips, etc., and several big bags of QQ candy.
Li Jungkook went to the bathroom to wash his hands. His cell phone was on the table, still turned on.
Song Lisa took a look and found that it was a news video from Dongguo. The text said that the fighting in Garo City caused hundreds of civilian casualties.
When they had reunited in Garo last year, it had been a safe haven; but that, too, had quickly become engulfed in war.
Song Lisa said: “The situation in the East Country doesn’t seem to be getting better?”
“The anti-government forces are somewhat defeated, but the extremist organizations are not.” Li Jungkook ’s voice came from the bathroom. “Right now, other countries are only helping to fight the anti-government forces, and no one is directly engaged in a war with the extremist organizations.”
After all, it is a matter of courting disaster. No one wants to invite terrorist attacks on their own land.
Song Lisa : “But I heard from Sasin that a new anti-terrorist armed force appeared at the end of last year, specifically fighting extremist organizations.”
“Yes. Their most powerful sniper has killed more than 800 terrorists so far.”
“But terrorist organizations are also putting a bounty on his head.” Song Lisa said worriedly.
Li Jungkook didn’t answer, but asked, “What did you do when you went out?”
“…I went to buy groceries.” Song Lisa opened a bag of dried mangoes and asked, “Did you go to the army?”
“Um.”
“Is everything arranged?”
“Classes start tomorrow.”
“Going back to the team?” She just bit the dried mango and then opened her mouth, “Can I go home?”
“Yes. I’m just an assistant coach now and I don’t train with the team.” Li Jungkook wiped his hands with a towel and said, “I want to go back early…”
Song Lisa walked to the bathroom door, leaned against the door frame to look at him, and said with a smile: “You didn’t wear your hearing aid today.”
Li Jungkook looked at herself in the mirror and smiled: “The doctor changed it for me when I went to the United States last month. He said it will get better slowly.”
Song Lisa asked again: “Will there still be tinnitus?”
He exhaled: “I don’t know about that.”
Li Jungkook soon returned to the team and became an assistant coach.
This job was not easy. Colonel Lin Miaoan not only asked him to prepare lesson plans and materials for class, but also gave him various difficult simulated blasting tasks and bomb disposal tasks. Li Jungkook knew that Lin Miaoan was giving him a private lesson, so he studied very hard and solved several extremely difficult blasting designs and bomb disposal designs with Lin Miaoan.
After he returned to the army, his mental state improved a lot and his physical fitness did not decline.
When doing push-ups at home at night, he could let Song Lisa lie on his back and play.
Song Lisa didn’t dare to go up at first, fearing that she would “crush” him.
Li Jungkook was amused. He leaned on the ground and looked up at her: “Have you never seen my physical strength?”
Song Lisa ’s face flushed instantly, and she glared at him angrily. Without saying a word, she walked over and lay on his back, pressing him fiercely. But she followed him up like a child, doing push-ups steadily.
She held him, feeling the strength of his muscles, giggling as he rose and fell.
Her breath tickled his ears, so he said, “Go down.”
She hugged him tightly and refused to let go: “Then I won’t laugh anymore.”
Change it to a pursed-lip smile.
He continued.
By the beginning of April, Li Jungkook found that he had not had tinnitus for a long time, and he was fine designing and defusing bombs, so he asked Chen Feng to return to the team. Chen Feng arranged for him to take physical and psychological tests, but after seeing the results, he did not tell him the specific score, but only told him to wait, as the procedures would take some time.
On the second weekend of April, the special forces soldiers were going to the field for anti-terrorism training. Li Jungkook went to the troops early in the morning. One of the training tasks was explosion prevention and disposal. Lin Miaoan was in charge of tactical teaching and command, and Li Jungkook was the assistant instructor. Naturally, the task was arduous.
The anti-terrorism training was conducted at the junction of the mountains in the northeast of Luoyu Mountain and the Yangtze River, an area of forest and tidal flats that are sparsely populated.
Li Jungkook , the participating soldiers, and instructors and counselors of various projects arrived at the training venue early in the morning.
Today’s mission is to simulate the arrest of armed drug dealers and rescue trapped hostages.
The special forces were still gathering, and Lin Miaoan suddenly said, “A-Jungkook , you join them in the operation.”
Li Jungkook was stunned for a moment. His task was to check through the monitors outside the field whether the soldiers’ bomb disposal process was correct when they encountered bombs during training.
He said, “I will take notes for each student later.”
“Leave this to Xiao Wang and the others.” Lin Miaoan said, “I’ll take a look at your reaction and physical fitness and see if I can take you with me in the next actual combat. Even if you’re in the rear, you need to have some kung fu skills.”
Li Jungkook didn’t think much about it. He changed his equipment with other soldiers and assembled.
The coach fired a gun to signal the start of the battle. The moment Li Jungkook stepped into the training area, he felt a strange sense of tension. It had been almost eight months since he had held a gun, even though the bullets in the gun in his hand were just blanks. He didn’t even know if his private training could still make him competent for the role at this moment. But this feeling of uneasiness was soon replaced by another kind of familiarity and desire buried deep in his bones.
He belongs here after all.
Li Jungkook quickly devoted himself to today’s combat plan. He hid in the woods, analysed the terrain, searched for traces, and cooperated well with his teammates. He soon found clues of the “drug dealers” hiding in the dense forest.
He climbed over mountains and crossed rivers, waded through mudflats, advanced step by step, and approached the “drug dealer’s” lair little by little. On the way, he successfully discovered several hidden sentry points, raised his gun and aimed, and neatly “shot” the stalking sentry.
In the temporary combat command centre outside the training ground, Chen Feng faced several monitors, paying special attention to the one that captured the image of Li Jungkook .
He Is still the best soldier he ever was.
Halfway through the march, some soldiers inevitably relaxed. Li Jungkook even carefully discovered a buried mine, bypassed it, and left a sign near the mine to remind his companions. By then, three or four students had already “failed and died” because they accidentally stepped on the “mine”.
He was highly focused, and after advancing in the mountains for two hours, he and several other companions finally arrived at the drug dealers’ lair – an abandoned mountain warehouse.
Several soldiers divided the work and formed two small teams, one lurking near the main entrance of the warehouse, and the other encircling the warehouse from the back door.
Li Jungkook sneaked to the main entrance and gestured to his teammates, preparing to throw smoke from the window first. But at this time, the teammate at the back door accidentally kicked the iron sheet, alarming the “drug dealer” in the room.
Several “drug dealers” immediately drew their guns and went to capture hostages at the same time.
Li Jungkook and his teammates exchanged a glance, kicked the main door open, and aimed and fired while providing cover. Bang, bang, the two “drug dealers” fell to the ground. The drug dealers fired back, and Li Jungkook quickly dodged behind the wall. He gestured to his teammates, who fired to cover him. Li Jungkook went around the warehouse and approached the hostages in the left corner under the cover of the container shelves.
Just as the teammate was about to go up to support, he received an order from the instructor in the headset: “There is a hostage on the right, spread out and rescue them.”
Li Jungkook rushed to the “hostage” and paused suddenly.
The hostages were tied to racks with explosives strapped to their bodies.
Across the shelves, his companions were fighting fiercely with the drug dealers.
Li Jungkook was confused for a moment, and his throat was a little tight. He wanted to move the hostage outside, but when he squatted down and looked, there was a mercury balancer on the bomb. If he moved rashly, it would trigger an explosion.
The "hostage" cried and said, "I can’t leave. I don’t dare to leave.”
Li Jungkook said nothing, staring at the bomb in silence, then pulled out a sager from his trouser pocket and opened the shell of the bomb. The red, yellow, blue and green lines were exposed.
He licked his dry lips Inadvertently, trying his best to calm himself. He sorted out the wires in a familiar way, looking for the first step to cut the wires of the mercury balancer.
But…it comes again.
Gradually, he began to hear a roar, a humming and buzzing sound, like a mournful death knell; he gritted his teeth and tried to shut out the sound. He stared at the wire in his hand, beads of sweat on his forehead. He didn’t know what kind of strength he used to control it, to resist the sound, and cut off a line with a click.
The mercury balancer was cut off.
In front of the monitor, Chen Feng clenched his fists, stood up from the chair and hugged his head in an instant.
The bomb countdown is still running.
The roar in Li Jungkook ’s ears had reached a soul-shaking level. He could not hear a word of what the hostages were saying or what his teammates around him were shouting.
He closed his eyes tightly and opened them again, trying his best to concentrate, but his hands began to tremble, and the fast-moving countdown made him feel unprecedented tension, fear, and even pain.
He was sweating profusely, his eyes were bloodshot as he analysed, identified, and searched for those clearly familiar routes. But even if he tried his best, he could no longer be sure. The severe tinnitus and excessive mental resistance even made his eyes blurry.
He was still resisting and struggling, but time was no longer waiting for him and it returned to 00:00:00.
With a sizzle, the bomb spewed out blue smoke and exploded.
In an instant, Li Jungkook ’s mind went blank and the tinnitus disappeared. It was like the emptiness after an explosion, nothingness.
He was exhausted and sat down on the ground in collapse, slumped against the wall with his head slightly tilted back, his eyes empty and out of focus.
On a hill not far from the warehouse, Lin Miaoan put down the telescope, picked up the communicator, and said to Chen Feng in front of the monitor: “Did you see it?”
“I see.” Chen Feng said.
Lin Miaoan said: “I still can’t touch it.”
…
On the way home, Li Jungkook sat in the last row of the bus, leaning back and looking out the window. It was mid-spring, the leaves on both sides of the street were lush green, and clusters of sycamore leaves slapped against the window like palms.
He was so absent-minded the whole way that he almost missed getting off the bus when it arrived at the stop.
He walked into the staff quarters, climbed the stairs, and as soon as he turned the key to open the door, he smelled the aroma of fish soup.
Li Jungkook closed the door gently and looked into the room. The window on the balcony was open, and the spring breeze was blowing gently. The freshly washed sheets hanging on the clothesline were swaying in the wind, and the sheets were covered with the pink sunset.
On the dining table, there was a plate of fresh cherries and oranges, as well as some cold shredded kelp.
In the kitchen, Song Lisa was wearing an apron and cooking fish soup with her back to him. Her hair had grown longer and was tied up gently behind her head.
Li Jungkook walked up to her and hugged her waist from behind. She was adding chopped green onions and small green peppers cut into rings to the oyster mushroom, tofu and yellow croaker soup when she shuddered in fear.
He lowered his head and rested his chin on her shoulder, and asked gently, “What are you cooking?”
“Your favorite. Does it smell good?”
“Smells good.” He tilted his head and nodded. His chin rubbed against her neck, and she shrank her shoulders in itchiness.
In the pot, the fish soup is clear and yellow, dotted with green chopped green onions and chili peppers, and it looks pleasant.
“Are you bored at home alone?”
“It’s fine. I’m sorting out the information recently.”
“The book Floating World Chronicle?”
“Yes. First slowly develop a feeling, and then think about how to write it.” Song Lisa said, and then said, “As for the military channel matter, I submitted the manuscript two weeks ago, but there is no reply. I feel that it is not going to work. Well, I don’t want to go to the Imperial City yet.”
He listened carefully, but his eye” were a little vacant. After a while, he slowly said, “There are so many people submitting, so the selection process must be slow. I have a feeling it will be you.”
She smiled softly: “Really?”
“real.”
She pressed her cheek against the side of his face.
“What about you?” Song Lisa asked as she stirred the fish soup, “What were you doing in class today?”
“Student assessment.”
“How was your day?”
“Very good.” He said with a smile, and unconsciously tilted his head to kiss her cheek.
Just then, the cell phone rang.
Li Jungkook stood up straight and let go of Song Lisa . It was a number from the United States.
Li Jungkook walked to the living room and answered the call. Before he could say anything, a flirtatious voice came from the other end: “Hey. Man!. Do. You.?” It was Jimin.
Li Jungkook smiled, but his tone was calm: “Are you okay?”
“I’m recovering very well.” Jimin’s eyes were injured in the explosion, and like Li Jungkook , he has been struggling with recovery. Now he has finally come out of the shadows.
Jimin sighed, “Do you know how important a sniper’s eyes are? God bless. It’s finally healed. How about you?”
“Not bad.” Li Jungkook said.
The two chatted about their recent situation. After a while, Jimin asked, “Li, do you still want to go to the East Country?”
Li Jungkook did not answer, but asked: “What about you?”
“During the past six months of recovery, I have thought about it every day,” Jimin said. “I wanted to aim my gun at the terrorists and end their lives with my own hands. God knows, I think about it every day and even in my dreams.”
Li Jungkook said: “I am now…the situation is complicated.” He explained everything in one word.
Jimin didn’t ask further, and said, “I hope we can keep in touch more. I still want to return to the battlefield.”
“good.”
Just as he was about to hang up, Jimin suddenly asked, “By the way, where is the girl you risked your life to save that day? Where is she now?”
Li Jungkook glanced at Song Lisa who was frying vegetables in the kitchen, smiled warmly and said, “She. Is. Mine.”
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White Olive Tree
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