Chapter 58 Chapter 58

After the open air dinner, it was dark.

Benjamin and the others gathered around to chat. Li Zan carried a marching bag, carried an empty ammunition barrel, took a flashlight, and said he would take Song Ran around and come back.

Everyone seemed to know it clearly and asked him how long it would take to come back.

Benjamin: "Twenty minutes at most."

Morgan: "I think it's at least an hour."

Kevin: "I think it's going to be tomorrow morning."

Li Zan was too lazy to pay attention to them. Song Ran's face turned red.

Not long after walking, Li Zan looked at her in the moonlight and was amused: "Why are you blushing?"

She hugged his arm and asked in a daze, "What are we going to do?"

He lowered his head and leaned close to her ear, his voice hoarse: "What did you say we are going to do?"

"..." Her face was like a fire. Is it wild...in the wild?

Li Zan looked at her and was stunned. She held back her smile and stopped teasing her, saying, "You will know when you arrive."

Clouds cover the moon.

The mountains and forests at night are dim and the trees are shining.

It was just night, and the insects had not yet chirped. The surroundings were quiet, with only the crisp sound of falling leaves and branches.

Li Zan asked: "Are you scared?"

Song Ran said: "What are I afraid of if you are there?"

He smiled faintly.

I soon walked to the small stream that I had been here during the day. As the clouds spread out, the moonlight spreads over the mountain stream, and the stream water was like a silver yarn, spreading on the gravel.

Li Zan found several locations on the hillside, pulled a thin line about ten centimeters from the ground, and hung a bell. If someone approached, the bell could make a reminder.

After finishing it, he took Song Ran down the mountain stream.

This is the desert climate, and the temperature is low at night. Song Ran stood by the stream, trembling.

Li Zan opened the marching bag, took out the small pot and the tent bag, and then searched for branches from nearby. He quickly set up a pile of firewood to set up a fire, and set up a pot to set up a fire and started water.

She leaned over the fire and roasted the fire: "What is this for?"

Li Zan looked up, his eyes were clear, and the firelight reflected his warm smile: "Didn't you say you haven't washed your hair and took a shower for a long time?"

A few days ago, she did complain about the lack of water in her residence; today she was still a little lingering by the stream.

He washed the ammunition barrel, carried half a bucket of cold water, and started to set up a tent. He removed the bottom of the tent, used the gravel by the stream as the floor, and quickly set up a simple bathhouse for her.

The water in the pot also boiled and mixed it into the bucket. He tried the temperature, just right.

Li Zan carried the bucket into the tent and handed her his towel. Song Ran sat in and took off his clothes. He continued to add firewood and boil water.

The towel was thick and big. Song Ran took out the hot water from the bucket and threw it on her body. It was warm and comfortable all over.

She kept watering her body and rubbing the towel over and over. After a while, the tent became warm.

Li Zan boiled her water outside and asked, "Have you used up?"

“It’s used up.”

He zipped the tent out a thin slit to prevent the cold wind from freezing her at night.

Song Ran handed over the bucket, he took it, zipped it up, filled it with hot water and then carried it in. She reached out to pick it up, and her snow-white chest was exposed in front of her; he took a look and zipped it up.

The cool breeze at night was blowing, and flames were flying. Li Zan squatted beside the fire and fiddled with firewood. The mountains and forests were silent, with only the sound of water drizzling in the tent.

He picked up some firewood nearby, and the fire became stronger and stronger, and the charcoal exploded. While he was looking at the water, he was guarding against the movements around him.

"Ah Zan."

"No more water?"

"Um."

After changing nearly ten buckets of water over and over again, Song Ran was so happy after washing her hair and body.

"Ah Zan!"

"Um?"

"I'll wash."

"good."

Li Zan carried her clothes in, closed the tent, and half-squatted to hand her clothes. The stone was wet and there was no place to put it.

She had just taken a shower, her fair body was pink and tender, as if steamed by heat, and her cheeks were very red. She turned her side slightly and put on her underwear in front of him with a little shy embarrassment. His eyes were dark and dark, and hesitated on her white body, and handed her the T-shirt to her. She took it and held it in front of her chest, but she was not wearing it.

Song Ran's eyes turned, his eyes clear and moist, looking straight at him; he swallowed his throat very lightly when facing her gaze.

She stepped forward and sat in his arms and hugged his neck.

He knelt on one knee and sat on her legs. The girl's body was soft and soft.

"Azan, do you smell me?" She put her neck close to his nose.

He approached her and sniffed it gently, and his thin lips fell on her collarbone. The girl's skin was thin and smooth, and he couldn't help but go deeper and put the kiss on her heart. She trembled gently, her fingers penetrated deep into his hair, hugged him, and kissed his cheeks. He raised his head to kiss her lips, held it gently, licked it, and sucked the lips one after another. His slender fingers rubbed her, and she whimpered through the thin fabric.

Her skin was delicate and warm at the fingertips, and he was uncontrollable, but his mind still distinguished the secret sounds in the forest. He finally restrained it. He let go of her lips and his voice was low and dark: "Put on the clothes first, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

Besides, after all, I am afraid of something unexpected happening in the wild.

He put on her T-shirt, thin sweater and coat, and put on her pants and shoes.

The heat in the tent dissipated and the temperature dropped back.

Song Ran shrank his nose, blushed his face, and looked at him with a soft and lusty eyes. He kissed her a few more times before he put away the tent.

As soon as the tent was removed, Song Ran shivered. She had just finished taking a shower and her hair was wet. The wind blew. Li Zan took off her military coat, covered her head and body tightly, and then led her back to the camp.

Everyone was asleep, Suke was on the night.

Li Zan rebuilt the tent and laid a layer of sleeping bags on the bottom of the tent.

Song Ran took off her clothes and got into the sleeping bag, as if she had entered a cicada pupa. It was full of his smell, and she liked it very much.

Li Zan took off her military uniform and caught a glimpse of her excited look and asked, "The first time I slept in a tent?"

She nodded, her eyes shining.

"Is it fun?" he smiled faintly.

"Well. Do you often sleep like this?"

“It’s common.”

"Azan, when we return to China, can we go outside to set up a tent and sleep well?"

"Okay. I'll take you out to change the environment occasionally." He got into the sleeping bag and pulled her small body into his arms, "Is it cold?"

"Not cold." She pressed against him, "You are very warm."

He then hugged her tighter, and his eyes became darker.

He kissed her, turned over and pressed her under his body, his voice very low: "Ran Ran..."

"Um?"

"Don't make a sound..."

"Um..." Her legs rubbed and entangled with him.

Under his kiss, her breathing became heavier and he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself, so he let go of her.

Tonight, I will definitely endure it very hard.

...

Many days later, Li Zan was busy carrying out tasks, and Song Ran had a lot of information on hand. The two could meet each other a few days later. It was okay, and they would not panic. Knowing that they were in the same city, their hearts were stable enough.

The government forces gradually occupied Cangdinan City, and the war showed signs of improvement. The terrorists were attacked by three parties, including Cook soldiers, government troops, and anti-militaries, and many strongholds were destroyed.

Although the situation improved, it also triggered a crazy counterattack. Suicide-style explosions attacked more and more, with innocent military and civilians suffering heavy casualties, and even attackers rushed to the government army camps. Li Zan and the others also changed their residences several times. After all, the snipers, blasters and artillery in their team had too outstanding killing and killing records, which became a thorn in the terrorists' eyes.

The situation is complicated day by day, and it is early February in a blink of an eye.

It's the Spring Festival.

Song Ran did not return to China for the New Year in the end. Ran Yuwei knew that she wanted to accompany Li Zan, so she didn't say much. She just told her not to get sick and catch a cold.

Now is the coldest time in China, but the Eastern Country is over 20 degrees during the day, so where can I catch a cold?

Putting down the phone, she looked out the window, the sun shining brightly, and gunshots of war came from afar, without any atmosphere of festivals.

But it’s New Year’s Eve after all, and thinking of these two words is enough to make people miss homesick.

Li Zan will not come until later. Song Ran prepared the cassette stove and oxygen tank, and then went to the street to buy vegetables. She tried her best to buy only a small piece of beef, a bell pepper, two cucumbers, two eggs, and a very small bag of rice. She specially bought two cans of Coke.
To be continued...