long love becomes ill

Chapter 1102 Xiao Qinghuan, what do you smell like?

The No.1 that Jiaye saw when he woke up was Qing Huan. At that time, Qing Huan was still called Xiaoguai, and his name was obtained by Si Jianan. He said that he picked it up when he robbed a group of human traffickers. Like a dumb person, he took the name casually.

The climate in the Golden Triangle is really suffering. It is hot and dry, and there are many mosquitoes. As a seriously injured patient, Kassapa felt that his back was covered with prickly heat. If he wanted to turn over and scratch it, Xiao Qinghuan would turn pale With a small face, he shook his head nervously.

In fact, she doesn't even have the strength to turn over. She remembers many things, such as Si Jianan being her brother, this is the Golden Triangle, and it seems that it is her first time here. She is very clear about common sense issues, and she even I remember what I like and what I don't like, but I can't remember anything about my previous life.

Si Jianan said that she was dumbfounded by the bomb and affected her IQ, so she should not think about anything and just lie down and eat and drink to recuperate.

For this handsome, evil-looking brother with a vicious tongue, Kasyapa just wanted to say that he was born alone.

"Little boy, there are mosquitoes biting me." Kassapa blinked her beautiful peach eyes, looked at the girl sitting in a daze in front of the window of the cabin, and then wanted to act like a baby.

Here is a deep mountain and dense forest, and there is a small village nearby, which is quiet and uncontested.Si Jianan left a team of people to protect her, and the rest left Xiao Guai with the middle-aged woman who was cooking. She couldn't understand what the woman was saying, so Kassapa tried every means to talk to Xiao Guai every day.

Sitting on the ground in front of the window, the girl who was dazed looking at the deep tree shadows outside shivered, then quickly got up, found mosquito repellent and sprinkled it around the bed, and then went to light it again Mosquito coils, looking at this old-fashioned mosquito repellent, frowned, the living conditions here are really bad, completely incomparable with Nanyang.If Kasyapa was recuperating in Nanyang, he would have been able to get up long ago.

"Qing Huan, my name is Gu Qinghuan." Qing Huan said her name hoarsely, afraid that she would be hot, so she went to get a wet towel and wiped her face, hands and feet.

"The smell in the world is Qing Huan. Little Qing Huan, what's your smell like?" Kassapa looked at her palm-sized face, her skin was too fair, her facial features were very delicate, but she was too thin, and her expression was numb. What sorrows and joys, it seems that she is about the same age as him, but Jiaye feels that Xiao Qinghuan seems to have experienced more than her.

"Bitter, it must be bitter." Qing Huan thought for a while, then stammered.

Kasyapa chuckled when he heard the words, and then pulled the wound, tears of pain came out immediately.

"Don't, don't laugh, it will hurt." Seeing her sore red lips turning white, Qing Huan quickly said seriously, Kassapa's body is too weak, it hurts even to touch it, not to mention that this smile involved internal organs.

Kasyapa's forehead was sweating from the pain, this dilapidated body didn't feel like her own, even when she moved, it hurt her heart, Si Jianan didn't tell her, which bastard blew her up, She is obviously a good citizen, maybe Si Jianan was hunted down by the enemy, she was accidentally injured, it must be like this, this thing that kills thousands of swords.

"Tell me a story, or I will die of pain." Kasyapa said weakly.

"Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a small town and lived with her grandma. One day after her grandma passed away, she was taken to a big city by her mother and lived in a red house." Qing Huan didn't know how to tell stories. Almost fainted from the pain, he quickly said, "That red house is like a beast, it can eat people, and one day it ate the little girl in one bite."

As she spoke, her eyes turned red. She was eaten by that red house.

Kasyapa was dumbfounded when he heard this. Isn't this storytelling ability really not at the level of a kindergarten graduate?Just seeing that she was about to cry, Kasyapa opened his mouth and said with a little give up struggling: "Then that little girl was spit out by the red house into the deep mountains and old forests?"

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly, nodded, and said, "I ate it, it seems like I'm not dead."

Kasyapa: "..."

After a while, two people, one so seriously injured that they couldn’t move, and the other so hurt that they closed themselves, looked at each other and smiled. In this corner forgotten by God, in the harsh environment full of mosquito bites, the building was built. Deep revolutionary friendship.

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The night was deep, heavy snow fell rustlingly, hitting the window, and snowflakes floated in through the half-opened window. The man suddenly woke up from his dream, sat up, and looked at the vast expanse of whiteness outside.

Snowing.The snow in the north always comes so unexpectedly.

The man got up, sat in the wheelchair, then pressed the remote control, left the room, sat on the porch of the yard, and watched the rustling snowflakes.

In his dream, he dreamed of eight-year-old Lanxue, with neatly cut bangs and big black shiny eyes, following behind him with a smile, and sweetly shouted: "Brother Xie, Will I marry you when I grow up?"

The 13-year-old boy's earlobe was a little red, and he didn't dare to look at her pretty face, so he scolded angrily: "You are still young, do you know what marriage is?"

The little girl raised her cherry mouth and said coquettishly: "Of course I know. The male students in our class all said that they would marry me when they grow up. I will only marry you, okay?"

The boy ran away in a flash, and stayed at school for the next month and did not come back.

The man sat on the porch, snowflakes fell on his shoulders until dawn.

Shuangzi came to shovel the snow early the next morning with tools. Seeing the major general sitting on the porch covered with snow, his face indifferent and pale, his expression suddenly changed, and he rushed over to pat his shoulders and the snow on his body in a panic. Seeing that the man was covered in cold air, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting in the snow, he pushed the wheelchair into the door and hurriedly lit the stove to warm up.

"Major General, news came from the Southwest Military Region just now that the Golden Triangle is not peaceful. Shiva's territory was attacked by someone, and in a fit of anger, he brought blood to wash the temporary alliance warlords in the west. Now both sides are hurt." Shuangzi didn't agree. He dared to mention the matter of him sitting in the snow, so he only picked up important matters from the military area and came here to report.

Xie Jingzhe didn't say a word.

"Major General, why don't you go back to Xie's house for the Chinese New Year this year, the young master can call you daddy now. You should be able to walk soon."

The man still didn't speak.

Shuangzi lit the stove, moved it to his side, and said bravely, "Is it time for Madam's funeral?"

After a few months, all the soldiers who died were chased as martyrs and buried, but the major general seemed to have forgotten about his wife.

Xie Jingzhe's tall body trembled for a while, and said in a hoarse and dry voice, "Let's just say snow, she likes snow."

　There is one more, later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)