"Because..." Maybe it was the weather that made her feel depressed, or maybe it was because there was no one to talk to about the past after wearing a book. At this moment, Sang Luoluo suddenly felt a strong desire to confide in her heart without warning, "

Because I have a friend..."

As soon as she started, she couldn't help but glance at Fu Cheng secretly, and found that his expression was calm and he didn't raise any questions about "making a friend out of nothing", so she continued: "My friend was kidnapped. The kidnapper originally just wanted to

Scared her family, but the matter was exposed, and the police began to vigorously search for them. The target of the kidnappers with the hostages was too obvious, so they wanted to just break up and run away. At the most critical moment, a police uncle saved me, my friend. There were three kidnappers.

, they all carried knives, and it was a fight between trapped animals, which was particularly fierce. The police officer was injured, but he still protected my friend..."

"Is he dead?" Fu Cheng suddenly interrupted her and asked in a deep voice.

Sang Luoluo was stunned for a moment: "What?"

She turned to look at Fu Cheng and found that he had closed his eyes at some point, his expression was dull and he couldn't see anything.

"Did the policeman who saved your... friend die in the end?" Fu Cheng asked.

"Of course not!" Sang Luoluo was a little angry, "He is alive and well! He has also made meritorious deeds!"

"Oh." Fu Cheng said calmly, still not opening his eyes, "Then he is very lucky."

Sang Luoluo felt quite uncomfortable hearing his tone: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. I don't like the police." Fu Cheng said with his eyes closed. "They also have families and relatives. Can they guarantee that every time they save someone, they will come back alive? If not, have they ever thought about how their family members feel?

?When they die, who will remember who they are? They never thought that no matter how many people brag that they are heroes, they will be irresponsible to their families."

Sang Luoluo suddenly didn't know what to say.

In fact, Fu Cheng is right. The police also have family members. When they encounter danger, they rush to the front and their lives are in danger at any time. Those who cannot come back, no matter how much merit they have performed, are of no use to their families.

No matter how grateful and praised others are, it can't offset the pain in their hearts. What's more, as time goes by, how many people will remember? The ones who will remember it forever are their family members.

The police uncle who rescued her back then was seriously injured. He lay in the hospital for a long time and had a narrow escape from death. Unfortunately, she was in the orphanage at that time and couldn't even visit him. She could only pray for him every day.

It was okay. But she already knew at that time that it was completely useless. She never had the energy of an angel.

However, Sang Luoluo had to admit that at the most dangerous moment, she still hoped that she could be saved. This was probably the human instinct to survive. If time could be turned back, she would still ask for help if she had the chance.

Sang Luoluo remained silent. Fu Cheng suddenly came to his senses, opened his eyes and turned to look at her. He couldn't hide his annoyance: "I'm not saying that your friend shouldn't be saved. I'm very grateful to the person who saved him."

Uncle policeman, I’m very grateful, really.”

"It's okay." Sang Luoluo shook his head.

She had no objection to Fu Cheng and wouldn't think too much about what he said, but her mood inevitably became heavier and she didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry, I just, just..." Fu Cheng was a little incoherent and slapped his forehead in annoyance, "I, I also have a friend's story, do you want to hear it?"

Sang Luoluo looked at him in surprise.

Her own "friend's story" is equal to her own story, so is Fu Cheng's story also equal to his own story?

Sang Luoluo suddenly thought that just now she felt that Fu Cheng had the keen insight and judgment that only the police had, as well as Fu Cheng's professional skills when he restrained Gu Xinghai during the last recording of the program, and his abnormal behavior just now...

…Could it be that Fu Cheng is actually the son of a policeman?

"I think." Sang Luoluo said.

"Actually, there's not much to say. I have a friend whose parents are both excellent police officers as others call him, and his family has a lot of medals. However, my friend had to learn to be independent from a very young age. There was no one to pick him up and drop him off when he went to school, and he could never be found at parent-teacher conferences.

When you arrive, you go home and cook by yourself, and when you get sick, you go to the hospital..." Fu Cheng said in a very calm tone, "However, these are not the worst things. The worst thing is that they both died in the line of duty. On the same day, different people

They both died in the same year, month and day, creating a great story, but their children were miserable. The family was gone, and those criminals whose parents had arrested and offended people still wanted to trouble him..."

An idea flashed through San Luoluo's mind, and he remembered that Fu Cheng once told Gu Xinghai that "it's not fun to sit around now", and Gu Xinghai also said that Fu Cheng's best friend was killed by his family, and his good friend also made trouble.

.

So, could it be that the conflict between them is actually a continuation of the conflict between their parents?

If this is the case, it would be too difficult for Fu Cheng.

However, it may not be that simple. After all, if Gu Xinghai is really making trouble unreasonably, Fu Cheng does not need to accommodate him and agree to appear on the show. Fu Cheng's coming means that Gu Xinghai has the leverage to force him to submit.

Sang Luoluo was in a state of confusion. She turned around and saw Fu Cheng's hand on her thigh, clenched into a fist, her joints turning white. She moved faster than her thoughts for a moment, stretched out her hand to hold it, and suddenly realized when she was halfway out.

He forced himself to change direction halfway and patted him on the shoulder.

Fu Cheng glanced at the hand on his shoulder, looked sideways at Sang Luoluo, and said nothing.

"Well, I know you, your friend must be very sad... What I want to tell him is that those policemen do not love their families. On the contrary, they love them very much. It is because of love that they become policemen. Save me

, my friend’s policeman uncle once told her that his children are as old as my friend. He looked at my friend and thought about his own children. He said that he caught the bad guy, at least the bad guy didn’t.

I have another chance to kidnap his child..." Sang Luoluo said with some stumble, "I know, saying this can't change anything, but I still want to say that there are many people like me who will always remember them.

.I, I just want to give him a little bit of heaven...a little bit of strength."

She almost said all the "angel energy" she used to coax people when she was a child, and her face turned red with anxiety: "Although it's of no use..."

"It works, I feel your power." Fu Cheng's expression gradually softened, "Thank you."

This is tantamount to indirectly admitting that he is the friend he talks about.

Although Sang Luoluo had guessed it before, it had not been confirmed after all. He could comfort himself by saying that it might not be the case.

Now that it was confirmed, Sang Luoluo felt even more uncomfortable. Instead, he didn't know what to say and replied dryly: "No, you're welcome."

Neither of them spoke anymore, and each turned to look out the window.

The rain continued, falling on the window glass and forming lines, winding down, like someone's tears, blurring people's vision and isolating the world outside the car.

The soundproof panels in the car had been lowered when Sang Luoluo got into the car, and even the driver was separated. The small space in the back was like an independent world. Although they didn't speak, at this moment,

They gave each other strength and inexplicably got closer psychologically.

Sang Luoluo's home is not far from the airport, and we will arrive soon.

Sang Luoluo got out of the car first. The rain had subsided a little. She felt heavy in her heart. She was too lazy to wait for An Xi to bring her umbrella and walked directly to the airport.

But after walking only a few steps, a group of people suddenly rushed over, shouting "Tiantian".

Sang Luoluo was startled when he realized that he was recognized by a fan.

It seems that those fans should have known in advance that she would appear. They even had the lights and signs ready. They didn't know where the news came from. There were quite a lot of them.

Sang Luoluo was surrounded by people in an instant. Someone running in front couldn't stop the car and hit her directly.

Fortunately, Sang Luoluo made a steady calculation and was not knocked down, but he staggered a bit.

The next second, a hand reached out and pulled her into a generous embrace.

"Everyone, please stop crowding." Fu Cheng's voice shouted loudly in her ears, "Stand back."

But his appearance made fans even crazier.

The screams and voices were mixed together, and it was impossible to hear clearly who said what. In this noisy and chaotic world, only the sound of Fu Cheng's heartbeat was particularly obvious.

Fu Cheng was too lazy to do any more useless work, and protected Sang Luoluo, pushing through the crowd and walking towards the airport.

He was tall, had long legs, and had extremely strong arms. He forced himself to open a passage. Together with the assistant driver and airport security, they quickly came over to maintain order, and the two of them successfully escaped from the encirclement.

"Is your arm okay?" When they arrived at the VIP lounge, Sang Luoluo nervously grabbed Fu Cheng's arm.

"It's okay." Fu Cheng shook his head, turned to his assistant and said, "Go check how our flight information was leaked."

The assistant agreed to go and get busy. An Xi came over to see Sang Luoluo and was so frightened that her face turned pale.

Fu Cheng opened a bottle of water and handed it to Sang Luoluo. He frowned and said, "You have to hire two more staff members. This is too dangerous."

Sang Luoluo nodded, not wanting to speak anymore.

Sure enough, rainy days are so annoying that they are definitely not good.

Before Assistant Fu Cheng could ask what news they had, they boarded the plane first.

Sang Luoluo and Fu Cheng were seated next to each other. She was nervously clutching the blanket, her heart beating very fast.

Her fear of heights, bad weather, and a series of previous events made her extremely irritable, and she didn't want to say a word for fear that her emotions would be transmitted to Fu Cheng.

"Do you want to listen to this?" Fu Cheng suddenly handed over earplugs, "Actually, I don't like rainy days either."

This was something Sang Luoluo didn't expect, so he looked at him in surprise.

"I don't like to listen to the sound of rain." Fu Cheng said, "So I wrote this song and listen to it when it rains. Do you want to listen to it?"

Sang Luoluo's restless heart suddenly became calmer for no reason.

When she talked to Fu Cheng about the police issue in the car, she and Fu Cheng had completely opposite views. She thought they had different views and their differences would become bigger and further apart in the future, which made her feel quite sad.

.

But now, hearing that Fu Cheng hated rainy days and heard the sound of rain as much as she did, she suddenly felt that they could actually be from the same world.

At this time, Sang Luoluo realized belatedly that she had regarded Fu Cheng as a friend, and she did not want to be the kind of friend who would drift away from him.

"Yes." Sang Luoluo nodded vigorously and went to pick up his earplugs.

Fu Cheng handed her one, but he took the other and stuffed it into her ears himself.

When he came closer, his breath was refreshing, and his fingers accidentally brushed against his ears, which felt a little hot.

Sang Luoluo shrank slightly, and when he looked up, Fu Cheng had already put out the earplugs and sat back calmly, with a calm expression, as if the action just now was normal.
To be continued...