Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

The thin man swallowed his saliva, covered his lower body, and laughed awkwardly in a poor Hu accent.

"Sorry, sir, I... I had to pee urgently, and I couldn't hold it in for a moment, so... hehe..."

"Urgent to pee?" The leading Jinyiwei looked at the men's clothing with a sharp gaze. "Hu people? Hand over your pass."

"Sir, we were originally planning to go out of town to do some shopping, but we accidentally lost our customs clearance documents, so we just got this pass to replace them." Guo Zhou handed him the things politely, "How could we have known that the city was locked down, so we ended up staying at this hotel."

The leading Jinyiwei took it and took a look at it, then quickly returned it. He then looked at the others and found nothing unusual. Then he let down his guard, said "I'm leaving" and walked out the door.

Yang Zhounan rode his horse around the small street. From time to time, people from the Jinyiwei and Bingmasi passed by. He turned his head and shouted at the lone person a few feet away.

"What are you doing standing there?"

Hearing the sound, Su Chengfeng withdrew his gaze from the narrow alley on the side, shook the reins and followed.

He rode his horse slowly without saying a word, his eyes wandering around, listening to Yang Zhounan's questions.

"Hey, why haven't you been talking to me these past few days? What's wrong with you?"

Su Chengfeng was speechless. He stared back at him and said uncomfortably, "Isn't there something wrong with the general?"

Yang Zhounan reacted for a moment after hearing this and sneered.

"So, you're afraid I might do something to you, so you even lock your door at night? You even have to avoid me when you take a shower?"

He chuckled, "I was worried you'd be cold at night, so I kindly gave you some extra blankets. I'm not a beast, and you're so nervous."

When talking about this, Su Chengfeng shuddered.

One time, in the middle of the night, I felt something pressing on my face.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Yang Zhounan sitting beside the bed, his hand touching my face, looking at me calmly.

When he woke up, the man surnamed Yang retracted his hand, quickly pointed at the newly brought quilt, stammered an explanation, and left in a hurry.

There was another time when Su Chengfeng woke up in the morning and saw Yang Zhounan holding his hand and falling asleep on the pillow.

Or when he was changing clothes, this person suddenly broke into the room and stared at him meaningfully...

Su Chengfeng found all this weird and... awkward.

Thinking back to the past, it was never this awkward.

It was hot at that time, and when Su Chengfeng came back from work, he would take off all his clothes and stand by the well to rinse himself with cold water.

There were only two men living in the courtyard, so there was no need to be shy. After taking a shower, Yang Zhounan even used a towel to dry him.

Later, when the weather got colder, they moved to the bathroom, and it was Yang Zhounan who also boiled the water.

Maybe men are afraid of trouble, so they often take a bath together in the bathtub. This way they don’t have to boil water twice, which is trouble-free and convenient.

When it comes to eating, Yang Zhounan can only make some simple noodles. If you want to eat something delicious, Su Chengfeng will personally take the knife and cook, and Yang Zhounan will be responsible for helping him and watching the fire.

The courtyard is not big, and the two grown men have no secrets. They are honest with each other every day and live a more enjoyable life than the two households next door, who are prostitutes and male prostitutes kept by rich businessmen.

When he first joined the military camp, Su Chengfeng, who was a man of quick vengeance and generosity, couldn't stand Yang Zhounan's official airs and bad temper.

Later, after spending more than half a year with him day by day, I gradually felt that this guy was not as annoying as he seemed.

He does things without asking why, and always delivers things to you just when you need them.

This may be a habit developed as a subordinate, who is very good at observing people's words and expressions.

Later, Su Chengfeng no longer hated him. Instead, he felt that this man was like himself, with a straightforward and generous personality and good martial arts skills.

Although he seems to be asking for a beating on the surface, but in private, to be honest, he is a good brother.

But for the sake of face, Su Chengfeng still had to remain calm as usual.

It was not until the autumn hunt that he was shocked to learn that the man surnamed Yang had a homosexual tendency and showed a domineering attitude that he had never seen before.

This feeling is different from the suppression on the battlefield. It is a bit like the man's strong possession of a woman, with a hint of teasing.

From then on, Su Chengfeng's brain world seemed to have been opened up, and he could never get around that problem.

Having grown up, I have seen many strange people and things in the world. Of course, I have heard of the homosexuality of "Duanxiu" and "Longyang".

But that only applies to others and has nothing to do with myself, so it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that he never thought that this would happen to him, so close to him.

If this kind of feeling happened to someone else, Su Chengfeng might try to understand it.

But he has always liked women, and he simply cannot accept this matter, not even as a joke.

But it just so happens that the more you try to resist thinking about some things, the more your consciousness becomes uncontrollable and they rush into your mind.

Those scenes of us being naked, talking frankly, chatting freely, rolling around and playing, chatting while cooking after work every day...

All the extremely daily things have now changed in Su Chengfeng's eyes.

Whenever he thought about it, he felt so embarrassed that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

So, he began to avoid it deliberately, but he didn't want to react too exaggeratedly and embarrass others. After all, he was a subordinate and lived on their territory.

He has to avoid taking a shower, never goes shirtless in the house, and closes the door when changing clothes, but doesn't lock it.

They don't pass food to each other while eating, and they talk less and less except for serious matters. They don't play around together anymore, as if they are gradually returning to the way they were before.

Who would have thought that despite being so restrained and evasive, Yang Zhounan actually appeared in Su Chengfeng's room several times in the middle of the night, forcing him to lock the door.

However, judging from Yang Zhounan's original intention of entering the house in the middle of the night, perhaps it was simply out of concern, as he explained.

However, the more he cared about him, the more uncomfortable Su Chengfeng became.

It's not because I hate him as a person, nor because I look down on this kind of emotion, but I'm simply not used to this kind of thing happening to me.

Anyone with the surname Yang can like any man, Su Chengfeng blesses her with both hands.

And according to his personality, if someone surnamed Yang was deceived in this regard, he would probably be the first to stand up and defend him.

In short, to Su Chengfeng, we can be brothers, but as for anything else, we are not the same kind of people.

He didn't want this kind of thing to make it so that they couldn't even be friends anymore.

"I'm thick-skinned and not afraid of the cold, and I'm not a woman. General, there's no need to be so caring. Also..."

Su Chengfeng coughed lightly, took out a bag of money from his arms and handed it to Yang Zhounan.

"Um... General, please don't put silver in my clothes anymore. I have money. This is what you gave me before, and I paid you back with interest."

Yang Zhounan looked at him straight without moving. There seemed to be loneliness and self-indulgent coldness in his eyes, perhaps also questioning and a hint of bitterness.

In Su Chengfeng's opinion, this kind of expression was equivalent to giving one's true heart to an ungrateful person, and then trying to wash away all the guilt.

He forced a smile to lighten the mood. "General, take this. I've been so grateful for your kindness and support. I have nothing to repay you for."

Yang Zhounan's eyes finally fell on the big bag of money. After a while, he chuckled, took the purse and weighed it in his hand, looked at Su Chengfeng with a slightly ruffian look, and said jokingly in a light-hearted manner.

"I forgot, Master Su is a wealthy man. This bag is quite a lot, and there are also banknotes. It must be at least one thousand taels. You've lost a lot of money."

Su Chengfeng felt choked every time he heard the word "rich man". Ever since the ten thousand taels from Changlefang, there has been no end for this guy.

He turned away and glanced at the passers-by, took a deep breath and sighed, then turned around and spoke sincerely.

"This little bit of money is nothing compared to the general's promotion and care for me. I am a rough man, used to wandering the world all my life, and I don't know much about the rules. If I have offended you in the past, I hope you will forgive me."