Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 463 Extra Story No Regrets 1 (Zhai Mu Zhan Shaogang)

In the winter of that year, Zhan Shaogang fell ill again.

Zhan Shaogang's cousin Xu Mingjun hurried to Yin Medical Hall and invited Xue Yuheng to see Zhan Shaogang.

After Xue Yuheng's pulse diagnosis, he picked up a pen and wrote Zhang Fangzi.

"The cold poison invades the lungs and damages the internal organs. If you want to die, you don't need to swim in the dark river every few days."

Xue Yuheng looked at Zhan Shaogang, and said solemnly: "Just wipe your neck with a knife, it will save trouble, and you won't suffer."

Zhan Shaogang remained silent.

In the past few years, he has often run to the dark river, but he is just unwilling.

Zhai Mu is not reconciled to seeing people alive or dead.

Those who besieged Zhai Mu that night all said that Zhai Mu was seriously injured and fell into the dark river, his body floated on the river and went down the river.

After a while, it sank to the bottom of the water.

Zhan Shaogang knew that Zhai Mu was probably gone, but he still went all the way along the underground river to find out Zhai Mu's whereabouts.

Later, he finally died that Zhai Mu was still alive.

But he still ran into the dark river every now and then.

He wanted Zhai Mu to die in peace.

Zhan Shaogang fished up countless corpses from the dark river, but none belonged to Zhai Mu.

Zhai Mu always carries a small silver lock with him.

That was the only memorial left to him by his adoptive father.

Zhan Shaogang once laughed at him severely, saying that he is such a big man and he still has children's things.

It was only later that I realized what this silver lock meant to Zhai Mu.

Zhan Shaogang has been searching in the dark river for several years.

Later, Zhan Shaogang could tell the number of stones at the bottom of each section of the dark river with his eyes closed.

But after several years, he did not find Zhai Mu's body, nor did he find the small silver lock.

After all, my body is not made of iron. I couldn't stand the cold and fell ill several times.

However, he never regretted it.

He deluded himself to think that there was no corpse of Zhai Mu in the dark river, maybe Zhai Mu was still alive?
He started to look around for Zhai Mu's whereabouts again.

Maybe it was God who pityed him because he was so infatuated that he actually found Zhai Mu.

When he received the news, he hurried to the small village.

Zhai Mu sat quietly under the locust tree at the entrance of the village, holding a steamed bun in his hand.

The steamed bun was stained with mud, but he didn't seem to notice it, and put it to his mouth calmly, and ate it slowly in small bites.

Several naughty children threw pebbles at him.

The small stone scratched the corner of his forehead, and a thin line of blood flowed down his handsome pale face.

Zhan Shaogang jumped off his horse and strode towards Zhai Mu. The children were intimidated by his aura and scattered and fled in fright.

He walked up to Zhai Mu step by step, his heart choked up badly.

"Ah Mu."

He called his name in a hoarse voice, but he didn't respond, just lowered his head and continued to eat steamed buns.

Zhan Shaogang raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his forehead.

He looked up at him indifferently, still indifferent.

"This man is a fool. He came to our village somehow. He lived in the ruined temple at the entrance of the village from the very beginning."

The villagers said, "People in the village see him as pitiful, and sometimes give him something to eat."

When there is no one to bring food, he is hungry.

There are always more hungry times in a year than full.

If he was really hungry, he would go to the door of the villager's house without going in, but just stood silently at the door.

The villagers will give him some leftovers.

Although he is a beggar, he is not annoying, he is even very polite and handsome.

Later, a kind old woman took Zhai Mu home, and he finally had a "home" and lived a peaceful life after a few years.

The villagers sighed and said, "In the spring of this year, when the old lady passed away, no one will take care of him again, and he will never have a meal."

Zhan Shaogang asked him softly, "Do you know me?"

Zhai Mu looked up at him, his eyes were strangely calm.

Zhan Shaogang pulled his lips into a smile, "Zhan Shaogang, your brother."

He helped him up and took away the dirty steamed bun in his hand: "This is dirty, don't eat it. I'll treat you to dinner."

He gave the villager some money and asked the villager to cook a table of meals.

When the food was served, Zhai Mu had doubts in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why this person invited him to dinner.

Zhan Shaogang served him a good meal and took some vegetables, "Let's eat."

Zhai Mu hesitated for a moment, but still took it and ate it slowly.

He ate very slowly, just like when he was in the Xiaoqi Camp, he chewed slowly like a big girl.

Back then when Fang Qian brought him to the Xiaoqi camp, Zhan Shaogang often took the lead in laughing at him.

But later, he regarded Zhai Mu as his younger brother, and he never allowed others to say a word about Zhai Mu.

Some people didn't know that their relationship had improved. When the soldiers in the Japanese army were eating together, some people made fun of Zhai Mu's eating appearance, and the soldiers at the table laughed.

Zhai Mu ate silently, as if he had never heard of it.

Zhan Shaogang walked up to the table of soldiers without making a sound, stepped on the stool, slapped the table with his long sword, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's funny?"

The laughter of the people at the table suddenly froze on their faces, and there was no sound.

From then on, everyone knew that Zhai Mu belonged to General Zhan, so he couldn't be messed with.

When Zhan Shaogang thought of the past, his heart ached.

Zhai Mu choked for some reason and coughed.

Zhan Shaogang raised his hand to caress his back, "Don't worry, eat slowly."

When Zhai Mu finally finished his meal.

Zhan Shaogang stared into his eyes: "I'll take you home."

Zhai Mu didn't speak, he just looked at him calmly and indifferently.

It was like looking at a stranger.

But Zhan Shaogang held his hand, and he didn't refuse.

The villager was a little surprised, "He usually doesn't let people touch him easily, but I didn't expect you to hold him."

The villagers sighed: "You know what is good or bad if you invite him to dinner."

Just like this, Zhan Shaogang led Zhai Mu on the road back to Night City.

The villager was right, although Zhai Mu lost his mind, he knew what was good and bad.

He knew that Zhan Shaogang treated him well.

Along the way, although he never said a word, he listened to whatever Zhan Shao just said.

Even when he was asked to take a bath, he obediently took off his clothes in front of Shao Zhan without waiting for him to go out.

The small silver lock he used to wear with him has long since disappeared, and his body is emaciated with several old sword wounds.

When Zhan Shaogang felt a bit of saltiness at the corner of his mouth, he realized that he was actually crying.

He thought he wouldn't cry at all for the bloody and bloody people on the battlefield, and the people who had suffered countless times in the field of life and death.

I didn't expect that one day, I would shed tears because of one person.

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The person Zhan Shaogang brought back was Zhai Mu, but not Zhai Mu.

Most of the time, he just sat indifferently in the courtyard, ignoring anyone.

He could understand Zhan Shaogang's words, but he never spoke.

They slept on the same couch just like they did in the Xiaoqi camp back then.

Zhan Shaogang put his arms around him, but he also let him hold him without moving.

"Do you know who I am?"

Zhan Shaogang said, "You used to call me brother."

　There is another chapter, I wrote it during the day~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)