Like you in the sun

Chen Yang knew her world was simple, nothing could be her secret. Her emotions were even simpler.

It is difficult for her to accept the feelings. Apart from her relatives, there are only a few people close to her.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yang continued to ask, "Is it an update?"

Lin Fanyin: "No."

"Uncle, don't let your imagination run wild."

"I won't tell you."

Chen Yang: "You actually keep a secret from your uncle."

"Aren't we transparent with each other? Aren't there any secrets between us?"

Lin Fanyin: "Does my uncle have a secret from me?"

Chen Yang: "It's a temporary secret."

He held her face in his hands and said gently, "Uncle will tell you. But not now."

"Your uncle promised me that there would be no secrets between you and me."

Lin Fanyin: "Why can't you tell me now?"

Chen Yang: "Shall we exchange secrets?"

She blinked, thinking, and it was obvious that she was willing, but also a little hesitant.

The look in her eyes grew sadder as she gazed at herself, and she held her arms around her waist with even more force.

Lin Fanyin: "Uncle..."

Chen Yang: "Be gentle, uncle can't breathe."

"Don't use so much force, be careful of the wound."

"Uncle is holding you."

After saying that, he held her in his arms.

Lin Fanyin wanted to know her uncle's secret, but she didn't dare to ask. She also didn't want to share secrets with her uncle.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

Your own secrets can only be secrets!

Chen Yang saw through her sad thoughts and knew what she was thinking at the moment.

Lin Fanyin said weakly, "Uncle, can you tell me your secret?"

"I'll consider telling you my secret."

Chen Yang: "You won't tell your uncle! Your uncle knows you best!"

Lin Fanyin: "I can!"

"I just haven't thought about it yet."

"It's not that I don't want to tell my uncle this secret, but I don't dare to tell it."

Chen Yang: "Huh? Don't dare?"

"Yinyin, you belong to my uncle!"

"You have to remember that your uncle is here. Always here!"

Lin Fanyin suddenly broke free from Chen Yang's arms and stood up.

Confused Chen Yang asked, "What's wrong?"

I saw her crossing her arms in front of her chest and lowering her head to look at her chest.

Lin Fanyin: "Uncle, the bandage has loosened."

Chen Yang carried her into the room and prepared medicine and bandages.

Lin Fanyin sat on the chair, nodded, bit her lip slightly, and remained silent.

Chen Yang stood in front of her, slowly leaned over, and placed his hands on both sides of the chair. He asked, "I'm almost half your father! Why are you shy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and gently touched her cheek, and continued: "Uncle asked your mother to change you."

"Little boy, are you so shy?"

Lin Fanyin: "Mom is already asleep."

Chen Yang: "There are no waitresses on the mountain today. They have all asked for leave. Even if there were, you wouldn't let strangers touch your body."

"Would you please wake up your mother and change her for you?"

Lin Fanyin: "No."

"Mom is very tired today and has already fallen asleep, so please don't wake her up."

"Let uncle do it."

Chen Yang took off Lin Fanyin's suspenders and untied the bandages one by one. When he saw her wound, his breathing almost stopped.

There were waves of dullness in her chest, making it difficult to make a sound. The fingertips touching her wound trembled slightly.

"Does it...hurt?"

"Does it hurt?"

Asking her over and over again.

Lin Fanyin gently wiped the tears from Chen Yang's face and replied, "Uncle, I don't feel any pain anymore."

"Uncle, don't cry. I'm almost well."

Chen Yang lowered his head and cried even harder.

The more she comforted herself, the more she broke down.

This was the first time I looked at her wound since she was injured.

Even though the treatment took so long and the wound has recovered a little, it is still so shocking.

I can’t imagine how my child managed to get through this, she’s still so young.

Lin Fanyin: "Uncle, I really don't feel any pain anymore."

Chen Yang: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It was my uncle who failed to protect you. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, little boy."

Lin Fanyin's tears, which she had been trying to hold back, finally fell from the corners of her eyes. She choked and said, "Uncle, please don't cry. It will make me sad."

Chen Yang: "Okay."

"Uncle, don't cry anymore."

He hugged Lin Fanyin in his arms and said distressedly, "Don't cry, my little friend."

He took a long breath, calmed down, and continued, "Uncle will change the medicine for you."

Lin Fanyin: “Yeah.”

Chen Yang mixed the refrigerated medicine and carefully applied it to Lin Fanyin's wound.

The drug was too irritating and dissolved as soon as it touched the wound, causing her body to tremble with pain.

The child didn't want to make him worry about her, so she didn't make a sound.

He bandaged her and wiped the tears from her face.

Lin Fanyin: "The smell of the medicine is so strong that it made me cry."

Chen Yang: "Really?"

Lin Fanyin: "Yes."

Chen Yang: "Little friend, you lied to me."

After lying on the bed, he asked, "Can you sleep?"

Lin Fanyin: "Uncle, don't worry."

"The pain will go away in ten minutes after applying the medicine."

Chen Yang coaxed Lin Fanyin to sleep, but he himself had trouble falling asleep.

Worry about her and feel sorry for her.

In order to prevent her wound from leaving scars, the dressing needs to be changed every day until her skin returns to normal.

The Chen family spent hundreds of billions of dollars to develop a special drug, but its only side effect is extreme pain when taking it.

She cries every time her dressing is changed.

Even though I'm a grown man, I couldn't bear the pain that spread throughout my body after taking this medicine.

Lin Fanyin, half asleep and half awake, said in a weak voice, "Uncle."

Chen Yang: "Uncle is here, go to sleep."

She rolled over and laid on her chest.

This familiar feeling suddenly came to my mind.

It had been a long time since she had slept on his chest.

"Yinyin~"

Lin Yijun suddenly woke up, gasping for breath, sweat dripping down his forehead, his heart beating like a drum. He called out his daughter's name in a deep, yet very soft voice.

The room was pitch black, without a single light. Only the sound of my own breathing echoed, remarkably clear.

Lin Yijun turned on the bedside lamp. The soft, dim light suddenly dispelled the darkness, but it could not dispel his lingering fear.

After a long pause, he was still immersed in the fear of the dream in which his daughter was shot.

At that time, I was away in another country on official business.

The atmosphere in the venue was solemn and dignified.

Lin Yijun sat high up in the hall, participating in a multinational military meeting.

In front of him were dozens of senior generals from different countries.

A representative of a Western country is trying to seize the initiative with a tough attitude, expounding on a military strategy that is beneficial to his country but slightly overbearing.