Face Slapping the General

After a kiss, Tan Yan looked into Wu Qiao's eyes and found that Wu Qiao seemed to be very sincere. Tan Yan also didn't know whether Wu Qiao, who was able to recite all the biographies of military geniuses and the tactics he created, really believed that he was the best one, or because of a mentality of "being behaving in the eyes of a lover".

He recalled the award ceremony just now and found that Wu Qiao had used all the compliments he could use. Wu Qiao described him as "holding faith and not fearing life and death", "brave in combat and have been injured many times", "calm and full of wisdom", "excellent military exploits"... Moreover, Wu Qiao also said at the end: "I can be with this The greatest general is proud to stand together." Those Wu Qiao who described Ling Tan Yan felt a little embarrassed. The others in the room should have blushed for him. If Xiao En was still there, they would have laughed and fell together. At that moment, the narcissist couldn't help but wonder if he had any advantages that he hadn't had time to discover.

Tan Yan knew that the last sentence on Wu Qiao's order, "I am proud to stand with this greatest general" is actually a public confession. "Standing together" refers to more than just the award ceremony. Standing together, not just standing together when fighting a strong enemy, but... standing together for a lifetime, no matter what you are facing, no matter how thick the night is behind you. When Tan Yan heard that sentence, he felt a little hot all over his body.

"See you are tired..." Over there, Wu Qiao looked at Tan Yan's lips and said, "The lips are dry and cracked."

Tan Yan touched his lips and asked, "Really?" He didn't notice this, or even if he did, it wouldn't matter. After all, it was just a negligible situation for him.

"Well, you didn't have a good rest after fighting again and awarding honors." Wu Qiao leaned forward, holding Tan Yan's face, sticking out his tongue and licking the opponent's lips again and again, and it will crack. All the places are smoothed carefully, and occasionally, he can even taste the smell of blood. Then, without knowing what was going on, his tongue was pressed back into his mouth by Tan Yan's, and he was even licked by his throat. Wu Qiao struggled and said what he hadn't said just now, "The award ceremony was too rushed. I was too anxious." He forgot how tired Tan Yan was and did not give the other party time to recover. He was the second time after Tan Yan came back. The ceremony was held on the same day.

Tan Yan looked at Wu Qiao and suddenly said, "It's actually unnecessary."

"What is unnecessary?" Does it mean that an apology is unnecessary?

"Promoted to Marshal." Tan Yan pointed to another matter. He emphasized again, "Promoting a marshal is not necessary. The main purpose of holding a marshal has always been to appease and motivate the generals, and to consolidate his loyalty. But you know, because it is you, even if you don’t have any titles, I won’t blame it. You will not have a bit of complaint, and you will still go all out afterwards. My identity is a bit special. I am a leftover from the empire. Now I am the only marshal of the new country. I think some people will be dissatisfied and even think you You are fooling around, after all, those who followed you to fight the world have not yet been commanded."

"I want it." Wu Qiao raised his head and looked at himself reflected in the other's beautiful brown pupils, "I want it—do you know why?"

Tan Yan smiled: "How would I know?"

Wu Qiao said: "First of all, because you deserve it. This victory is too important, not to mention that you have contributed a lot in the past. Secondly... how to say, in history, the'Marshal' is a bit similar to the feeling of the'Protoss' , Far beyond the highest value of honor, being awarded the title of marshal is like having a godhead. I think that after the war is over and peace comes, with the passage of time, the memory of gunpowder and war will be farther and farther away. People will forget how frightening'Tan Yan' and other names that were once world-famous are. They are immersed in happiness and forget the disasters. A new generation is born, grown up, carefree, Or just worry about exams and jobs... They don’t even understand what happened during the past wars, and they don’t know what kind of test you have experienced in the war. But what I hope is that even people don’t know. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know your tiring record, and I can’t recite those slurred time points, but every time they mention the protracted war, every time they mention the soldiers who drove away the shameless invaders, every time When I mentioned Tan Yan who became the first marshal, my heart was still full of respect and awe."

"..."

"Maybe, there will be many marshals in the future, but the first one will always be different. In short, one day people will forget the details, but the words "the first marshal" and "the marshal of the two dynasties" It can represent a lot, and I want to simplify your military exploits to these few words. They will exist in history textbooks, or just a small common sense, so that you will be remembered by many, many people in the future."

"You," Tan Yan took Wu Qiao into his arms again, letting Wu Qiao's head rest on his shoulder, "I was thinking about strange things."

"How can this be a weird thing..." It's obviously a very meaningful thing.

Tan Yan said, "I didn't want to leave a name."

Wu Qiao said: "It's impossible."

"...I'm not you."

"..." Wu Qiao really wanted to leave his name. He always felt that as a human being, the responsibility is to make the world more truthful, good and beautiful. Some of them can make the world better by a large margin, such as some scientists, while others can only change a little bit, such as pleasing the people around, but , More or less does not affect this responsibility of people, because the person who was born to make the world bad is simply too annoying, no matter how much he makes the world worse. For Wu Qiao, he hopes to fulfill this responsibility to the greatest extent. But he also knows that his strong sense of social responsibility has formed a huge contradiction with the status quo that he is usually hated by people around him. Wu Qiao also wants to try to improve his emotional intelligence, but his stubbornness is indeed a hindrance, and no one likes always listening. Others, this fact really made Wu Qiao feel a lot of loss and helplessness. Fortunately, there are some people around him who understand him.

"Hey," Wu Qiao is no longer entangled with this issue. Tan Yan's personality is indeed completely different from his. "Tan Yan, can you take off your clothes and hug?"

"...Again?"

"What's the matter?" Is this request very excessive?

"It's okay, hug." Tan Yan found that Wu Qiao liked to do two things to him most, one was biting him, the other was taking off his clothes and hugging him. Biting him when he is emotional, like to take off his clothes and hug him when he is calm.

Wuqiao is indeed like this. In fact, his preference has little to do with pornography. It's just that Tan Yan's body is very warm, warm, his chest is broad and strong, and he is comfortable to hold. It seems that just holding the mood can relax a lot.

Wu Qiao asked him as he took off Tan Yan's clothes, "By the way...what do you want the new uniform?"

Tan Yan pecked the other party's lips again: "I will wear whatever you want."

"Don't be kidding."

"I'm not kidding again."

"Okay," Wu Qiao nodded, "It is estimated that the design is still the same as before, but with some special details." The marshal's uniform will not be unique. Generally speaking, it will be consistent with other soldiers. This was the case during the Empire. .

"Okay." Tan Yan is an attitude of irrelevant, "You said something, anyway, it is your business."

"What is my business..."

"It was you who cared."

"..."

Then, Wu Qiao was on the big sofa in his office again, lying sideways covered with a blanket, hiding his head under the blanket, and nestling in front of Tan Yan's chest and hugging each other desperately. The touch from the hands is very comfortable, the front chest, shoulders, arms, buttocks, legs...everywhere is comfortable to the touch. If you rub lightly on which part, you will feel soft and itchy.

In the past, Wu Qiao couldn’t imagine that he would do nothing for a whole hour or two, just lying there and holding another person and chatting, although almost every time, this behavior will evolve in the end. For more intense physical entanglement.

This time, Tan Yan was probably really tired. While chatting, he fell asleep unconsciously, and rarely snored lightly. It is not very accurate to say that it is rare, and it is the first time Wu Qiao has heard it.

"Really tired..."

Wu Qiao knew that since Tan Yan was asleep, he should tuck up the blanket for Tan Yan and get up to do business, but he was reluctant to think about it for a long time and felt that he would also squint. In fact, he was not sleepy at all, but he still chose to sleep hard. Such giving up trying to waste time made him a little frightened, because he used to hate this the most...Wu Qiao rubbed in panic and guilt, and did not move in the end.

He had a dream.

In his dream, he has a lover. He didn't know who that person was, he couldn't see his face, he only knew that it was his lover, and there were two children, so it seemed that life was fine. Later, Tan Yan appeared on the stage. He and Tan Yan fell in love at first sight, but he dared not choose to leave his family and stay with others. That was too irresponsible, so he was very painful. The desperation and reality in the dream seems to drown people, as if the soul has been drawn in half, and there is no way to be happy.

"..." Wu Qiao opened his eyes.

Hearing that Tan Yan was still snoring, and when he looked up and saw the other person relaxed, Wu Qiao suddenly wanted to cry.

The person he wants to be with for the rest of his life is Tan Yan. He feels very happy. He never has to worry about the despair of meeting someone he really likes in his dream, because there will be no one else.

Wu Qiao sighed lightly and rubbed his head on Tan Yan's chest.

"..." Tan Yan asked, "What's wrong?"

"Wake you up?"

"I'm fine. What's wrong?"

"Have a nightmare..."

"Dreaming that we lost? Surrender to the Republic?"

"No."

Tan Yan asked: "What kind of nightmare is that?"

"...Forget it." Wu Qiao thought for a while, and compared to what Tan Yan said, he was really petty, and he was all in love with children and couldn't get on the stage.

However, Tan Yan seemed to be worried that Wu Qiao was in a bad mood, so he asked him, "Can you tell me something?"

"...Okay." Wu Qiao thought that there was nothing he couldn't let Tan Yan know, so he described the dream just now.

Tan Yan laughed deeper and deeper, and finally hugged him again: "So, when I was'pursuing' you, you would not agree until you said that you were not completely sure of your intentions. It seems to be useful."

"Of course I won't encounter things in my dreams." Wu Qiao paused, and suddenly changed his direction, "It's you...Will you suddenly provoke others someday? I still know patience. If you change, you might just go straight. Let's do it." Looking back, the other party seemed to be entangled with him soon, and he didn't think about it carefully.

Tan Yan asked: "...Why should I provoke others?"

"Then who knows, ask yourself."

"Hey……"

"..."

Speaking of this, Tan Yan was suddenly a little curious. He asked Wu Qiao, "If I were really a scum, what would you do?" He would never know it personally, so if he was curious, he could only ask.

"Huh?" Wu Qiao thought for a while and said, "I shot you down with one shot."

"..."

"The muzzle went into your throat, and a bullet went down."

"..." Tan Yan asked, "Didn't that put yourself in?"

"Me?" Wu Qiao looked up and smiled, "I'm trying to write it into the law. All people like you will be killed in one shot."

"What kind of person am I..."

"No kidding," Wu Qiao really thought about it seriously, "Even if it's true, I don't want to kill you, but you will lose me. If you think it doesn't matter, you can do it whatever you want, and there is no other price."

Tan Yan lowered his head to look for Wu Qiao's lips: "What could be more so-called than this?"

Wu Qiao raised his head to respond to the opponent. Now he is not as clumsy as he was at the beginning, and he can cooperate well every time.

As I kissed Wu Qiao, I thought, it turns out that they have been together for many years. They just gather less and leave more, so I can't feel this at all.

Then he thought wildly, if Long Yuan intends to abandon Ya Jiu, Ya Jiu doesn’t know if Ya Jiu will only cry, make trouble, and hang himself. From the way it used to be, it’s impossible to see the possibility of it giving up... But it’s There are no tears, and you can't hang yourself. It's not bad to just pull the rope off the rope so it doesn't sink. In this way, one cry, two troubles and three hangs, and there will be troubles - the most unpleasant kind. What should I do, hey, I'm so sad.

...

Because he woke up Tan Yan, Wu Qiao asked Tan Yan to stay asleep, but he got dressed and returned to his desk to start work.

Wu Qiao first searched the Internet to see what people think of him.

As a result... About one-third of them were discussing his looks. Leaders for thousands of years are all ugly, and their looks seem to be a talkative.

Wu Qiao turned it over and suddenly reacted to something. Now he finally knows where the photos that he didn’t remember came from that day he saw in Tan Yan... At that time he thought they were all taken very nicely, but now he knows that they were all reporters and ordinary people. Uploaded to the public space after being photographed.

"You still have this skill..." Wu Qiao couldn't help muttering while looking at the tired person sleeping on the sofa.