The setting sun coats the long yellow sand with a layer of afterglow. In the afterglow, there is a young man sitting, holding a paintbrush in his right hand. There is a canvas in front of him. At this moment, he is painting something on the canvas seriously.

The canvas is also the scene in front of me, the endless yellow sand and the dim sunset. At the junction of the horizon and the horizon, there is a back figure in the distance. The back figure is lonely but resolute, wearing a camouflage uniform and carrying a submachine gun on its shoulder.

The painter's eyes are gentle, as if the person in the painting will come out at any time, and the scene in the painting seems to be alive, injected with infinite life.

This is Situ Qingfeng's sixth day in Uganda. Although there is nothing here and he is surrounded by yellow sand and poverty all day long, he is still at ease.

There was a call from far behind, and a steady and powerful male voice penetrated his eardrums: "I'm back."

Situ Qingfeng turned around in an instant and saw Meng Feng standing behind him in a dusty state. He dropped his paintbrush and ran forward, hugged him tightly, buried his face in his chest, greedily enjoying his taste all to himself.

"I've kept you waiting this time." Meng Feng put his hands around his waist, pressed his face against his soft hair, and kissed him gently.

"I don't mind, just come back." Situ Qingfeng smiled gently and immediately let go of his hand, "You must be hungry. I made some food and will heat it up for you later."

Meng Feng was already very tired. He had just come back from the battlefield. He had countless wounds, big and small, and was on the verge of dehydration.

But even so, he still came to pick up Situ Qingfeng. During the time when he was not at home, Situ Qingfeng often painted here alone, which seemed lonely and boring.

The two held hands and walked slowly back in the yellow sand. Situ Qingfeng was carrying the drawing board. Meng Feng wanted to hold it for him, but he refused - come on, he is a man too.

After walking for about ten minutes, the two returned to their temporary residence in Uganda. It was a simple single-family house with only four walls and only simple necessities. The windows did not close tightly, and there was even leakage on the second floor.

, but they all like it here——

Here, no one will question them because of their homosexuality.

Meng Feng had broken up with his family since he decided to come out as gay. Meng's father couldn't believe that his only son, whom he had worked so hard to cultivate for so many years and was expected to inherit the family business and rise to prominence, actually... would actually like a man!

How can such a person stay in the military camp?

How can one seek an official position with such a status?

Meng Feng knelt in front of his father, his back covered with bruises and bruises from the beatings. Even so, his determination to be with Situ Qingfeng never changed.

"I'll ask you one last time! Do you agree to leave him?"

Meng Feng's eyes were as calm as lake water. He stared intently at his astonished father and mother who was crying until she almost fainted. He said calmly: "I give up my status as a soldier. I want to be with him."

"You traitor!" General Meng slapped him hard and yelled, "Get out of here! From now on, you are no longer my son, nor a member of the Meng family!"

Meng Feng kowtowed three times, closed his eyes and said, "My son is unfilial, but I hope one day you will understand that in the face of love, rights, status, identity, and glory are not important."

It seemed to be something very close at hand, but yet it seemed like it was a lifetime ago. Since then, the successor that Mr. Meng was most proud of retired from military service, gave up his military rank, left his family, and disappeared without a trace.

He took Situ Qingfeng far away, and he found an identity in an international mercenary organization. The targets he hunted included smugglers, arms dealers, drug dealers and terrorist organizations.

He is still doing the right thing, in the right way that he can.

And Situ Qingfeng has been following him around, going to various dangerous situations with him. When he performed tasks, he would paint, sculpt, and do his own things.

If he doesn't carry out his mission, the young couple will find a place close to mountains and rivers and use the money they earn to live a peaceful life.

Situ Qingfeng was not afraid of having no fixed place to live, wandering and turmoil. He was only afraid of leaving the man in front of him and losing the lover in front of him.

Meng Feng closed the door and threw the gun into the corner. The two hugged each other. No need to say anything, Situ Qingfeng had already kissed her thin lips.

Their lips parted, Meng Feng's voice was hoarse, his eyes were filled with a smile, he rubbed his ears and said, "I'm going to take a shower first."

"I'll heat up the food for you." Situ Qingfeng reluctantly let go of his hand.

Meng Feng casually took off his clothes and entered the bathroom. The clothes were so dirty that the original color could not be seen. The blood stains were not sure whether they were his own or someone else's, mixed with the ash and gunpowder after the gunpowder smoke. Situ Qingfeng habitually soaked them in the basin.

Then I poured disinfectant water and laundry detergent into it, waiting for the time to wash it later.

The two of them are no longer the young masters of the family. Now they don't have a washing machine, and they can't live a happy life of throwing away their clothes when they get dirty. However, it is not difficult for them to live a diligent and frugal life. Meng Feng is not fastidious, and his many years of military life have made it difficult for them.

As a result of his rough character, Situ Qingfeng is also very happy-go-lucky. He is very homely. He is good at cooking and decorating. No matter what kind of environment he lives in, he can create a comfortable nest for the two of them.

They are a match made in heaven - Situ Qingfeng thought to himself.

There was a sound of running water in the bathroom. Meng Feng cleaned his body and skillfully applied medicine and disinfected his wounds. In the past, Qingfeng would be nervous and worried when he saw it. He felt distressed every time. Now it has become commonplace and no longer

Worried.

"Hey, this kid is becoming more and more hard-hearted." Meng Feng complained in his mind while applying the potion.

He had been covered in mud and dirty water for an unknown amount of time, until the water running down his body turned from black to clear. Then he turned off the faucet, dried his hair in the bathroom, put on clean clothes, and went out humming a tune.

Situ Qingfeng is bringing the baked cup cakes to the table. There are porridge, side dishes and cold meats on the table. There is almost nothing to eat here. They grow a few vegetables themselves, and the meat is occasionally brought back by Meng Feng.

, all kinds of meat are available, it can be called delicacies from mountains and seas.

"Hey, today's meal is quite sumptuous." Meng Feng twitched his nose, "What day did it happen, or did you suddenly have a conscience?"

"Guess." Qingfeng smiled slightly.

Meng Feng did not feel irritable, but thought about it seriously. After a moment, he suddenly realized: "Could it be celebrating the first anniversary of our elopement?"

Situ Qingfeng nodded: "Porridge instead of wine, cheers. Thank you for remembering."

The bowls were always carried by Situ Qingfeng. These two bowls had been with them for a long time. They were the "wedding gifts" given to them by their sweetheart when they decided to elope.

"Of course I remember. You have officially been with me through hard times since today last year. Through wind and rain, I will never forget it and will pay you back twice as much in the future."

"What else?" Qingfeng glared at him, "Just take care of yourself. I just want you to be safe."

"I know, so I've been very careful."

"But you have always been working hard." Qingfeng said helplessly, "Please think of me next time you work hard."

"I have no choice but to become a soldier." Meng Feng grinned nonchalantly, "My wife's cooking is really delicious. When one day I get old and can no longer carry a gun, we will find a place close to mountains and rivers.

I live a small life farming and hunting, and I will accompany you to hold art exhibitions from time to time."

"Okay." Situ Qingfeng nodded seriously, "This is what you promised me, don't forget it."

It would be useless to tell Meng Feng anything. After all, on the battlefield, his life is not his own at all. But Qingfeng still wanted to hear such a promise, as if this could ensure Meng Feng's safety.

"Don't forget, don't forget. By the way, I have successfully completed the mission this time, and I can almost leave this peaceful place. How about a two-month break? I have no missions in the near future."

"Okay." Situ Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, "Let's go back and see our son. Let's pick him up and stay in Austria for a while."

"Sure, I'll do whatever you want." Meng Feng smiled softly, "Leave everything to my wife, don't worry."

While the two of them were eating, Meng Feng picked out some interesting things from his mission and told them to Qingfeng. Most of them were embarrassing things about the military camp, but he would not talk about the real bloody events. If he told Qingfeng too much, Qingfeng would be worried.

"You know, that boy Hawke was attracted by the daughter of a local chief, and they insisted on keeping him as a native. In a place where polygamy is practiced, we let him stay and live in peace and prosperity."

"Aboriginal daughters may not be willing to share their husbands," Qingfeng commented.

"It's hard to say. After all, the thoughts are deeply ingrained. In their eyes, this may be a common thing."

"Do you also want to stay?" Qingfeng asked, narrowing her eyes with an aggressive look.

"How could that be?" Meng Feng shrugged, "I have no interest in women, no matter if she is the daughter of an African chief or an oil tycoon."

The meal ended in such daily conversation. After the meal, Qingfeng washed the dishes, and Meng Feng fed Qingfeng's adopted little yellow-haired dog outside the door.

After feeding the dog and washing my hands, Qingfeng just finished cleaning up.

Meng Feng pulled Qingfeng passing by, wrapped his hands around his waist, and buried his head in his neck and shoulders.

"What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!