Wild Sweet Temptation

He gets a little annoyed when there are too many women.

"Ah, it's okay, just go to sleep first. It might hurt a little bit, tell me if you feel any discomfort."

"Thank you." Fu Yucheng really went to sleep when he said he would, without any hesitation. He did not open his eyes from the time the nurse helped him to the end. The nurse even observed him curiously for a long time and found that this man -

I didn't lie to her, she slept very soundly.

"Xiao Cheng! Here's your stuff!" The communications department came over hurriedly and stuffed a small box into his hand. Fu Yucheng was stunned and instantly struggled to sit up from the hospital bed.

Who would give him something?

The nurse who came to the door looked at him with a slightly surprised look on her face. No way? How could this person wake up in just one second after sleeping so deeply?

After quickly opening the box, there was a small pink card and two packs of cigarettes.

Fu Yucheng frowned. It was not difficult for him to read now, but his vision was a little blurry.

[I heard you went to the war? You are almost an adult, Fu Gou, I brought this to you without telling my dad, and you still don’t thank me! Lulu~ You really went out without telling me, making my brother worry for so long. When you come back, I will beat you up for him. And oh, how long has it been since you last visited my brother? Tsk, what a dog]

He touched the card, which had a gold-plated rose pattern on it. It was obviously Lu Jinhuan's handicraft.

The corners of his lips unconsciously curled up because of this little gift, and he muttered to himself.

"A real dog."

Because of his speaking style, the master's little thoughts were always exposed by him. Lu Jinhuan thought that he was bullying the master and hit him with the mace.

But the little girl is not a bad person, she just has a bad temper, and sometimes she even takes away things that she thinks are good.

He always felt that Lu Jinhuan sometimes disliked him and was very stubborn, and they had never met because of Kui's incident.

I sniffed the card and it smelled like roses.

He opened a pack of cigarettes and smoked. When the cigarettes passed through his lungs, he felt a dull pain in his chest. It turned out that someone was thinking about him.

This longing comes with the tobacco, and smoking carves into my lungs.

He was reluctant to smoke those two cigarettes unless he had to. He just sniffed them, and the scenes of Su Muchen patting his shoulder and Lu Jinhuan speaking harshly to him emerged in his mind.

Lying there anyway, Fu Yucheng asked someone for paper and pen and wrote back to Lu Jinhuan.

[Everything is fine, don't worry about me, take good care of the baby.]

The battle situation became more and more urgent. After two more operations, Fu Yucheng's condition was better than before. He planned to recover for a while and then continue to go to the front line with everyone.

In particular, he has good marksmanship and can aim accurately, making him a top player. He also has a better ability to judge some situations on the battlefield, so he will definitely be more powerful if he goes there.

But before he could reply, bad news came again.

In the past few days, an epidemic suddenly broke out in the army. Everyone had rashes and difficulty breathing. Fu Yucheng wore an oxygen mask and felt as if his lungs were being pressed down hard, leaving him no chance to breathe. Sometimes when he couldn't breathe, he felt like he was going to die.

Lu Jinhuan's letter was delivered again. He tried to take a few breaths, and his hands were shaking because of the difficulty breathing. This time Lu Jinhuan sent a jar of sauce.

[Hi, the last time I wrote to you was half a year ago. Why haven't you replied yet? Oh no, you're not going to die, are you? Stay alive, Fu Gou, the roses are blooming again, my brother taught me to make rose jam! Hurry up and try it on me! ]

When he opened the bottle of rose jam, a sweet floral scent hit him. After taking a sip, Fu Yucheng carefully wrote down his feelings and then wrote back to Lu Jinhuan.

[Put less sugar next time. I thought you mailed me a can of sugar. It was so sweet that my heart was trembling.]

That jar of rose jam became his treasure. Whenever he felt sad, he would open it and smell it. It was as if he was back in the garden full of roses and listening to the little girl playing the song "Butterfly Lovers" beside him.

Not long after, he received another letter from Lu Jinhuan, and after a few exchanges, the two of them actually became pen pals.

[A few days ago, I went out and beat up the tall guy from the class next door because he tried to take a sneak shot of my skirt. Is it true that good men can only appear in my house? ]

Fu Yucheng gritted his teeth and thought about it, then wrote back with the pen cap in his mouth after thinking hard.

[Which man is good in your family? ]

After a while, Lu Jinhuan wrote him another letter.

[What are you talking about? Fu Gou, don't take care of my family. My brother, my father and others are all good people! And your handwriting is so ugly, can't you practice calligraphy? ]

Every time, Lu Jinhuan didn't have anything serious to do, just some daily little things like making small changes to his daily life or mailing him some strange objects and food, and even asked him if he had seen any chocolate over there.

The chocolate here is really good. Fu Yucheng thought he might as well buy some for her before going back.

The copybook was placed there, with a small note from Lu Jinhuan stuck on the cover, which kept condemning him for having handwriting that was not as good as that of an elementary school student. She told him how much to practice every day, and arranged a schedule for him to rest during the week, saying that she would write back to check every time.

So Fu Yucheng could only breathe oxygen and do rehabilitation while fighting during the day, and practice a piece of calligraphy before going to bed at night even if his eyes could hardly open.

His comrades all thought that he would compete for a transfer to the Art Department in the future, otherwise who would practice calligraphy so hard every day?

"Xiao Fu, do you have a girl that the Arts Department likes?"

"Damn, I'm afraid you're going to be an official in another province in the future. Well, you can do something big behind our backs!"

Fu Yucheng turned around and threw the copybook to them. The pages inside had been torn to pieces because he wanted to have it inspected by Lu Jinhuan, so there were only a few pages left.

"Don't write like an elementary school student every day."

When the comrades heard this, they all gathered together and laughed. They picked up the calligraphy and looked at it, then threw it back at him. When everyone had had enough of the noise, Fu Yucheng took back the calligraphy and tried to leave it to reply to Lu Jinhuan.

He probably got nervous because of holding a gun. Now his hands shake sometimes when he's nervous. Sitting here and writing is more tiring than shooting a gun on the battlefield.

Before he put down his pen, an alarm sounded. All the people who had gotten into bed rushed out like arrows from a bow. They immediately began to dress themselves. Fu Yucheng also joined in this time, because this alarm indicated that the situation had developed to a point where it was irreversible.

They had been suppressed by the other side, and after a period of intense fighting, the war finally took a turn for the better as winter approached.

The forest's cover gradually became ineffective, the marching speed and the difficulty of counter-annihilation were greatly reduced, snakes, insects, rats, ants and plagues were also isolated to a certain extent, and they began to attack the enemy quickly and effectively.

After capturing some prisoners, Fu Yucheng analyzed their lair through torture, and began to ask his superiors to change the plan and launch a heart-wrenching raid.

This kind of raid can only succeed and cannot fail, so you must be adequately prepared.

The process of waiting for reply and reinforcements was boring. At night, he would often take out the large and small items that Lu Jinhuan gave him to look at them. Except for the rose jam, he ate up all the other foods early for fear that they would go bad. Only this jar of jam would not be touched by anyone, and he would take it out and smell it when he had nothing to do.