Echo

When Song Haicheng returned from Thailand, there was a page in her file that she had not finished reading. On that page was written the code name of another undercover agent, the mission track, and a scrawled note - "Mission ended, transferred out." She closed the folder before reading it, because she remembered the fire and the eyes looking back from the edge of the fire. She thought there was nothing in those eyes. A year later, those eyes sat across from her. The new colleague's name is Fu Sheng. He has a cold face and doesn't talk much. His eyelashes are lowered when he lowers his head to turn over the papers. The first time Song Haicheng cooperated with her, we almost had a quarrel - this person always judged the clues one step ahead of her, but never explained the reasons, as if all the answers should be self-evident. Song Haicheng couldn't understand how a person could keep everything in his heart, as if nothing had happened. But the case waits for no one. Chases across provinces, squatting at night, accidental injuries... They were pushed closer again and again. Song Haicheng gradually discovered that every time Fu Sheng acted, it was like stepping on the route in advance, and the timing of each judgment was so precise that it made people wonder whether she could predict the danger. Later, an accident occurred during a mission. Fu Sheng stood in front of her, and a deep gash was cut in her back. Song Haicheng helped her treat the wound and removed the gauze. She saw the scar on Fu Sheng's back that ran diagonally from the shoulder blade to the waist. The marks were deep and the edges were uneven, as if they were cut by the flying debris when something exploded. Song Haicheng's hand holding the cotton swab stopped. That position, that shape—she remembered. In that sea of ​​fire, she looked back at her in the firelight. So this person knew it was her, but never mentioned it. He obviously blocked so much for her, but didn't say a word. Song Haicheng suddenly remembered the page in the file that she had not finished reading. She turned it back and read it again, this time reading it word by word to the end. There is a line of very small words at the bottom of the remarks column, which seems to have been added later: "During the execution of his mission, the undercover officer had repeatedly covered the safe evacuation of another undercover officer." Song Haicheng stood at the door of the archives room, the edge of the page trembling slightly between her fingers. There were footsteps from the other end of the corridor. Fu Sheng came over with a water glass. He was stunned for a moment when he saw her. His eyes glanced at the file in her hand, and then he continued walking without saying anything. When passing by her, Fu Sheng paused in his steps. It was very light, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just changed the water glass to his other hand and started walking out again. Song Haicheng watched her figure disappear at the end of the corridor. She stood there, folded the page and put it back into the portfolio. Suddenly she felt something surged so hard in her heart that it was stuck in her throat, unable to come up or go down. She had thought there was a fire between them. Later I found out that Fu Sheng had been standing on the side of the fire to block her. She just never said it. Song Haicheng had a hidden sentence in his heart: "I like you, Fu Sheng." Concept: We always think that the deepest barrier between people is hatred. In fact, the deepest gap is the unspoken "I am". Fu Sheng recognized her earlier than Song Haicheng, started protecting her earlier than anyone else, but was ready to be hated by her earlier than anyone else. She swallowed all the explanations, covered the scars under her clothes, and hid her true self in the phrase "mission requirements." She didn't get close to Song Haicheng, not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't dare - she didn't dare to let Song Haicheng know that those "tortures" were actually cover, and she didn't dare to let Song Haicheng see the moment when she turned back to confirm that she was safe during the explosion. It took Song Haicheng a long time to understand that underneath the cold faces, the repulsive silence, and the conversations that Fu Sheng gave her, she would never say more, there was an unspoken "I don't want you to get stuck in" hidden underneath. Both men stood in the fire. One turned his back to block it, and the other thought that the other party wanted to burn him to death. What this novel wants to write about is that underneath those things named "hate", actually the warmest blood flows. The most silent guardians will wait until the day they are seen, and those loves that have been misunderstood for too long will finally be caught after a long tug.