Chapter 134:

"I didn't expect ..." he gasped and said, "I will lose this shot to you."
"I had expected it." Bo Jinyan said, "Thank you, I have spent nearly a year in the dark, so my eyes can adapt to the darkness better than you."
Derrick smiled again, then slowly raised his arms and raised his gun again. Bo Jinyan frowned and blocked Jian Yao with his body shape. The muzzle was always aimed at him, and his finger slowly pulled the trigger.
Derrick closed his eyes suddenly, showing a pained expression, and moaned softly. It took several seconds before he opened his eyes and stared at Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao, suddenly, smiling.
It was a strange smile to Jian Yao.
There is sorrow, there is calm, and there is a gentle relief after taking off all the tricky disguise.
He said: "It turns out he has been like this to keep you standing behind you."
Jian Yao froze, and Bo Jinyan remained indifferent.
Derrick shot his own temple.
There was no sound on the ground, only the rain continued to fall under the feet of the two. And by the river bank above the cliff, many police flashlights came and shouted for search. Bo Jinyan held Jian Yao in his arms. The two hugged tightly. Behind it, the waterfall plummeted in the dark, and the lake was quiet and deep. The rocks in the lake stood silent and shimmering. It's like eyes, always gazing.

A few days later.
This is a secluded nursing home on the outskirts of Beijing. It was just at sunset that golden yellow rays covered the entire grass. The figure is sparse.
Sitting alone on a white bench, he looked at the white pigeons flying on the grass. She had been sitting for a long time, thin and had no idea how long she had been sitting.
Far behind, the agent and assistant stood silently, looking at her lonely back.
"Is she still unable to get back to work?" The agent asked.
The assistant nodded and her eyes circled red: "She has always been like that, I think ... she may never be able to ... work again."
The agent also took a deep breath, patted the assistant's shoulder, and said, "Okay, I know." After a few moments of silence, he said, "To be honest, I really regret that I knew this. I shouldn't arrange Xiaozhe's work well So full so that she could have more time before, with him. "
The assistant cried.
As the twilight came, golden light faded away. Jin Xiaozhe was still sitting there. She sat like this for another day, looking at the southwest direction. The assistant took his clothes, and the agent just wanted to step forward, and suddenly heard footsteps from the hillside behind him.
Someone came over.
This piece is a private place that they have wrapped up, so no one should come. The agent turned his head and was stunned when he saw the man running down the hillside.
The assistant also opened his mouth and pointed at the person: "You, you ... ghost ..."
The man ignored their confusion at all, looked up everywhere, and eagerly asked, "Where is she? People?" Then he saw the man sitting on the grass bench.
He seemed to have settled all of a sudden. He used to run with sweat, but now he doesn't run anymore. He looked at her quietly and then smiled.
Step by step, he walked towards her from behind.
Assistants and agents are standing still, and it is not known whether they should be happy or sad. The last two women covered their faces and cried.
Fang Qing walked behind her. From his point of view, she only saw that she still combed her hair neatly, and even painted light makeup and wore a beautiful skirt. However, she was sitting there all the time without moving, putting her hands on her knees and clenching her fists. His eyes were aloof black.
Fang Qing felt a pain in her heart, put her hand on the back of the chair, and called softly, "Xiao Zhe."
Jin Xiaozhe slowly turned his head and saw him.
With four eyes staring, there was only a slight breeze blowing on the grass, blowing the shirt in his police uniform and blowing her skirt.
"Am I dreaming?" She said.
"Not dreaming, not dreaming!" Fang Qing grabbed her hand and put it on her chest. "I'm sorry Xiaozhe, I'm back! I thought I couldn't come back! But I ..." He laughed: "I'm back! I'm back alive!"
Tears had slipped in Jin Xiaozhe's eyes, and she managed to stand up, but Fang Qing had completely held back the turbulent emotions in her heart and held her in her arms. She also hugged him tightly, tearful, and cried, "I thought you really couldn't come back! You made that call! You made that call! I thought I was over! This life is completely over!"
Fang Qing also had tears in her eyes and said, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was really ..."
I thought I would die.
The two were crying and holding a ball. After a while, Jin Xiaozhe looked up at him and asked, "What the is going on?"
Fang Qing bit her lip, smiled, and said, "I think ... Someone is blessing me and blessing me back to you. I always feel that people like me are catching bad people all my life. Good deeds, God will know. It turns out he really knows. "
...
Fang Qing actually couldn't remember what happened later that night. Just remember the last scene, the whole temple collapsed, and behind it was a billowing torrent that was enough to bury everything. The tall statue of Buddha fell to him first.
He woke up. It was already the night the next day, and he found himself lying on a boat with Bo Jinyan, Jian Yao, and An Yan all there. Lying next to him was Gu Fangmi, who was being rescued.
"Why am I ..." he asked.
Bo Jinyan watched him gently and replied, "Fang Qing, your life is very high."
He froze.
It turned out to be a Buddha statue.
When the statue fell, his belly had shattered and cracked, and he was just covered in it. The back of the Buddha statue is extremely hard. Numerous torrents of mud were buried that night, squeezing him under layers of rocks and trees. Only the statue of Buddha is covered in hardness. So after the day dawned, when the police returned again, digging at his accident site, it was miraculously discovered that he did not suffer any fatal injuries and breath, and rescued him immediately ...
Fang Qing looked up at Jin Xiaozhe, but her tears couldn't stop. He smiled broadly, and bowed his head to kiss her tears. The last rays of the setting sun fell, and the two sat quietly on the bench, only to feel that the years had never failed them, and their dreams and love had never been forgotten.

A month later.
It was a sunny morning. An Yan wore a white shirt, black trousers, a backpack, a bicycle, and went to work as usual.
It's just that now, he replaced the cool and handsome brand-name bicycle with a bicycle with a rear seat, a front basket and a bracket. Although every time he rode this bike to the street, he felt a sense of timidity.
But he couldn't stand it. Some people like to take his car.
He actually rode downstairs next door, stopped, and pressed the bell.
A few minutes later, the girl ran down, stuffed a loaf of bread into his mouth, then jumped into the back seat, and patted his bag: "Let's go, monitor the little prince." Her hand gently held him Waist. An Yan smiled slightly, bowed his head, and began to ride quickly and smoothly.
Along the way, the wind blows, and the willow branches lightly rise. Passing by the gate of the police station office building, the security guard looked at them with obvious envy and hatred.
An Yan sneered in his heart, not squinting.
Soon, Gu went downstairs to work.