strictlysupreme Chapter 305 Era: XCMG's Simple-minded Wife 9
Chapter 305 Era: XCMG's Simple-minded Wife 9
As the moonlight outside the window was obscured by dark clouds, Ji Xiaosong was sorting through the envelope.
She suddenly froze.
A faint scent of pine wafted through the air, a scent unique to Xu Weidong.
"come out."
She spoke softly to the empty room, her fingers already touching the hemp rope under the pillow.
The wardrobe door slid open silently a crack.
When the moonlight streamed in again, Xu Weidong's tall figure was already standing in front of the window, his military cap pulled low, revealing his taut jawline.
"Are you hurt?"
When he spoke, it was still his usual concise and to-the-point style, his voice kept extremely low.
Ji Xiaosong felt a lump in her throat.
After not seeing each other for many days, the man's first words were still so curt, but the concern in his eyes was impossible to hide.
She deliberately turned her face away: "What could possibly be wrong with me? It's you who's up to this..."
Before she could finish speaking, Xu Weidong suddenly strode forward and covered her mouth.
At the same time, footsteps could be heard in the corridor; it was the duty clerk making his night patrol.
The two held their breath.
Ji Xiaosong could clearly feel the calluses on Xu Weidong's palms, rough yet warm.
The scent of pine mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder on him reminded her of the scene last winter when he taught her how to shoot targets.
After the footsteps faded away, Xu Weidong immediately let go of her hand, took out a small notebook from his pocket, and quickly wrote: "Walls have ears."
Ji Xiaosong raised an eyebrow, snatched the pen, and wrote: "Seventh Research Institute, Group 14?"
Xu Weidong's pupils contracted slightly, and his fingers trembled as he took the pen: "An envelope?"
"Hmm." Ji Xiaosong pointed to the bottom of the bed, "It was found on a dead person."
This answer made Xu Weidong's eyebrows twitch.
He looked at his wife intently, then suddenly reached out and brushed the stray hairs from her forehead.
There was a faint bloodstain there, a scrape from last night's fight.
"fine."
Ji Xiaosong instinctively tried to dodge, but he held her chin firmly in place.
Xu Weidong took out a small metal box from his pocket, scooped out some ointment, and applied it to the wound.
The movements were clumsy yet gentle, as if handling something fragile.
The ointment felt cool and had a minty scent.
Ji Xiaosong's eyes suddenly welled up with tears: "Xu Weidong, do you think I'm a three-year-old?"
His voice was extremely low, yet trembling, "Those people wanted to kill me, just because of your damn mission?"
Xu Weidong's hand paused.
Under the moonlight, his Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and he finally uttered only three words: "I'm sorry."
This was probably the first time Ji Xiaosong had ever heard him say those three words.
She opened her mouth, but was suddenly startled by a flash of red light outside the window.
Someone is using traffic lights!
Xu Weidong reacted even faster, using one side to shield her against the wall, while his other hand reached for her lower back.
Ji Xiaosong then noticed that he had a Type 64 pistol tucked into his waistband, the handle of which was worn shiny.
The red light flashed three times and then stopped. Xu Weidong relaxed his shoulders slightly and turned back to give Ji Xiaosong a "safe" gesture.
"Are you leaving?" Ji Xiaosong grabbed his sleeve.
Xu Weidong shook his head, pointed to the bed, then to his own ear, and finally made a sleeping gesture.
Ji Xiaosong understood: someone is listening in, so she pretended to be asleep.
The two lay down fully clothed, with an arm's length between them.
Xu Weidong suddenly grabbed her hand and wrote words on her palm, stroke by stroke.
Rough fingertips brushed against delicate palms, making Ji Xiaosong want to pull her hand away because of the ticklish feeling.
"Task, mission, danger, and peril".
She recognized the words: "Don't, trust, let, let, whatever..."
When writing the last character "人" (person), Xu Weidong's fingers suddenly tightened.
Ji Xiaosong realized what was happening and wrote on his palm with her fingernail: "Including you?"
Xu Weidong's body visibly stiffened for a moment.
In the darkness, Ji Xiaosong felt him turn over, his warm breath brushing against her ear: "Trust me."
He paused, then added, "Only trust me."
This is probably the longest sentence Xu Weidong has ever said.
Ji Xiaosong's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly remembered that snowy night three months ago when he said the same thing to the original owner of this body in front of the commune clinic.
At that time, the original owner's father had just passed away. When Xu Weidong came to pick her up, he only said three words: "Come with me."
"The envelope." Ji Xiaosong leaned close to his ear, her voice barely audible. "Is it important?"
Xu Weidong's breathing suddenly became rapid.
He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his left breast.
Through the fabric, Ji Xiaosong felt a hard object—it was her work ID.
A brilliant idea struck her, and she traced the numbers on the surface with her fingertips: 7 - 1 - 4.
The man beside her gasped and suddenly pulled her closer to him.
The hug came unexpectedly. Ji Xiaosong's face was pressed against his neck, and she could clearly feel his pulse beating.
"Leaving tomorrow?" she asked softly.
Xu Weidong gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head, as if nodding.
Ji Xiaosong suddenly felt wronged and bit his collarbone.
Xu Weidong's muscles were tense, but he remained motionless as she bit him.
"Bastard." Ji Xiaosong loosened his teeth, his voice nasal, "It's always like this..."
Before she could finish speaking, Xu Weidong suddenly flipped over and pinned her down, covering her mouth at the same time.
The next second, the hallway lights came on, and footsteps stopped outside the door.
"Comrade in room 203?" It was the waiter's voice. "I just received a call looking for you."
Ji Xiaosong felt Xu Weidong's hand gently pinch her waist.
She understood, and deliberately called out sleepily, "Who is it... in the middle of the night..."
"They said they came from your spouse's workplace."
Ji Xiaosong could clearly feel that Xu Weidong's body tensed up.
She pretended to be half asleep and replied, "Let's talk about it tomorrow... I'm sleepy..."
The footsteps hesitated for a moment, then finally faded away.
Xu Weidong immediately got up, pulled a dagger from his boot and stuffed it under Ji Xiaosong's pillow, then took out a harmonica and placed it on the bedside table.
"A code?" Ji Xiaosong asked in a low voice.
Xu Weidong nodded, pointed to the three small holes on the harmonica, and then made a "three long and two short" gesture.
Seeing that Ji Xiaosong understood, he turned to leave, but was grabbed by the corner of his clothes.
"Wait a minute." Ji Xiaosong quickly pulled something out of the blanket and stuffed it into his pocket.
It was that envelope. "Be careful."
Xu Weidong looked at her intently, then suddenly leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead, so quickly it felt like an illusion.
By the time Ji Xiaosong came to her senses, the window had already closed silently, leaving only a faint scent of pine in the room.
She took out the dagger from under her pillow and examined it by the moonlight.
The handle is engraved with the number "714", and the blade has a faint blue glow, clearly indicating that it was specially made.
Three cuckoo calls came from outside the window and gradually faded away.
Ji Xiaosong hid the harmonica in her inner pocket, then suddenly noticed something extra on the bedside table:
Xu Weidong's military water bottle was filled with hot ginger tea, in her favorite consistency.
This taciturn guy...
Ji Xiaosong held the kettle, her eyes stinging.
She had casually mentioned that she liked ginger tea before, and he still remembers it now.
Ji Xiaosong only drifted off to sleep when the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.
In her dream, Xu Weidong carried her on his back through the snow. When she asked where they were going, he simply said two words: "Home."
The knocking woke her up.
When Ji Xiaosong opened the door and saw Officer Li's serious face, she instantly sobered up.
The scent of Xu Weidong had not yet dissipated.
"Comrade Ji, there's new information." Officer Li handed over a photograph. "Do you recognize this person?"
The photo shows the kidnapper who carried the picture frame last night, but he's wearing a military uniform.
Ji Xiaosong's heart raced, but she shook her head blankly: "Never seen it before."
“Strange…” Officer Li frowned. “He kept shouting ‘714’ before he died. We thought…”
Ji Xiaosong "accidentally" dropped the enamel mug in her hand to the ground, and the splashing water interrupted her questioning.
She hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, taking the opportunity to calm her breathing.
The kidnapper is dead? Who did it?
"Oh, right," Officer Li suddenly said, "I just received a call from your spouse's workplace saying that XCMG has been temporarily transferred to the Northwest to support construction and won't be back for a while."
Ji Xiaosong paused in wiping the table.
northwest?
Xu Weidong clearly said he was going to... wait, she suddenly remembered the code on the harmonica.
He's letting everyone know he's safe!
"I understand." She lowered her head, her voice muffled. "Thank you for your concern, boss."
After the police left, Ji Xiaosong locked the door and took out her harmonica from her inner pocket.
In the sunlight, the three small holes on the instrument are arranged in a triangle, like some kind of code.
She gently stroked the instrument and suddenly felt a line of engravings on the back.
It was Xu Weidong's handwriting: "Wait for me to come home."
Outside the window, the March sun shines brightly.
Ji Xiaosong pressed the harmonica to her chest, recalling the fleeting kiss from last night.
This time, she finally realized one thing: that taciturn man cared for her, much more than she had imagined.