[Qi Fu] Prisoner

Adjutant Zhang felt that he was falling.

He had a splitting headache, his limbs seemed to be rolling in hot oil, his brain seemed to be pierced by a nail, and his bones were throbbing with soreness from the depths, which made him unable to exert any strength and could only let it go. The heaviness of the pendant surrounds itself.

Maybe it's about to die like this.Adjutant Zhang thought, the moment it hit the ground and shattered into thousands of pieces, that's when the torture stopped.He was not afraid of death, but he was a little bit regretful - he was not able to report to the peak before he died, he was not able to see the victory of the battle, and he was not able to usher in the victory side by side with Zhang Qishan.

I couldn't even use my truest self to meet that person at the end.

He considers himself not a cowardly person, but he still yearns for some consolation in the torment that would make life worse than death.

Therefore, when the gentle voice sounded in a low voice, Adjutant Zhang quickly felt a layer of heat covering his eyes.

"Adjutant, wake up." The voice said, "It's all right, I'm here."

He wanted to respond, but he couldn't open his heavy eyelids with all his strength.

The voice said again: "Where is it uncomfortable? Let me see."

don't look.He wanted to say, but found that he couldn't even make a sound, so he only moved slightly.

He was a little panicked, afraid that the other party would really approach, and tried to move farther away.

Then the sound is gone.Adjutant Zhang begged in his heart: Master Buddha, please talk to me.

There was silence all around.

Then you hug me.He knew that the other party couldn't hear him, so he mustered up the courage to think: I, my whole body hurts.

Unexpectedly, there was a chuckle in the distance, as soft as fluff, and the voice said: "It's okay."

Adjutant Zhang waited for a while, but he didn't get the expected hug. He was a little disappointed, and then thought again, well, it's okay for me to take the initiative?So reach out.

Just when he was about to lift it up, his wrist was suddenly strangled.The coma woke up with a jolt.

The lights in the room were turned off, and even when I opened my eyes, there was no light.But the feeling of his hands and feet being imprisoned made him very clear that it was just a dream.I am still under Lu Jianxun's control.

He closed his eyes again, trying to go back to his dream, but the pain in his body made him unable to do so.

The door was opened.Adjutant Zhang closed his eyes and didn't want to look. Someone approached and stopped in front of him.

He didn't want to know who it was, and secretly gritted his teeth, waiting for the torture he was about to face.

When something touched his face, Adjutant Zhang dodged away vigilantly, but the thing continued to stick close to him, covering it lightly—it was a hand with a dry and warm palm.

He opened his eyes tremblingly, but the man was holding a flashlight, which made him close them immediately.The other party quickly turned off the flashlight, leaving only the light coming in from outside the room.

Against the light, Adjutant Zhang saw the blurred silhouette of a figure, and recognized who it was just like that.He tentatively asked, "Buddha, how did you find this place?"

"Where did Lu Jianxun go?"

If you don't get an answer, it must be an illusion.

The hallucination pinned the flashlight to the ground, stretched out his hand to untie the ropes and wires that bound him, but couldn't untie it for a while, then took out the knife from his pocket and slowly sharpened it.

Adjutant Zhang stared blankly at the man's movements from top to bottom.Zhang Qishan was so close, even if it was an illusion, it made him feel ashamed and embarrassed; he wanted to say something to divert his attention, not to mention he had countless things to say.Since it's an illusion, you can say anything, right?

Adjutant Zhang began to chatter, saying what came to mind.The voice from the bloody throat was hoarse and almost breathless, but he still insisted on saying:

"...Lord Buddha, don't marry Yin Xinyue."

"I didn't intend to move out on purpose, I feel uncomfortable seeing you..."

"...Your subordinate is wrong. Master Buddha, you should marry Yin Xinyue, no, you can also marry your sweetheart."

"Buddha, why is there a bullet in the gun? I remember it was all unloaded."

"...I'm sorry for forgetting you, I was wrong. This subordinate is a member of the Zhang family at birth, and a ghost of the Zhang family at death."

Zhang Qishan's movements paused for a moment, and he finally released all the restraints on his body. He stood up on his knees and said, "This is not what you should apologize for. When we go back, we will settle one by one."

Unlike the stern tone, the speaker took off his cloak and leaned over to help him wrap it around.Adjutant Zhang unconsciously held his breath, and his heart beat faster.

Zhang Qishan cut open the skirt of his clothes again with a knife, "Your eyes cannot see light for a while, be patient." He held it with both hands to cover it.Adjutant Zhang looked at him without blinking, thinking: Is this going to end soon?

He was a little reluctant and wanted to ask for a hug, just like in the dream just now.But he remembered that his body was dirty, even if it was a hallucination, he didn't want to see the other party show a disgusted expression, so Adjutant Zhang suddenly flinched a little, and finally only asked: "May Buddha shake my hand? Just a moment."

The hallucination didn't answer, he lowered his head and held his palm, and gently pinched the back of his hand with his thumb, so tender and comforting.

"...After you disappeared, Lao Ba made a fortune for you, saying that it was more or less good, and told me not to be persistent." Zhang Qishan suddenly said, talking about the bullet: "I don't believe him, thinking about it after ten years , 20 years, if you still can’t wait, one day Changsha doesn’t need me anymore, just use your gun to end my life.”

Adjutant Zhang couldn't speak, his brain was thinking slowly: Is this the answer that a hallucination can think of?

Before he could react, Zhang Qishan's voice sounded again: "But it can't be done now, our lives can't be ruined easily." He raised his head and looked at him with burning eyes, "Adjutant Zhang, the days to come will only Even more difficult, are you still willing to continue to be my adjutant and stay by my side until the end?"

Adjutant Zhang's heart moved, he shook his hand lightly, tried his best to squeeze out the breath from his swollen throat, and said, "Okay."

Zhang Qishan slowly pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes shone like stars.He leaned over to kiss him, first with the left eye, then with the right eye.Adjutant Zhang closed his eyes and let him cover his sight with the skirt of his clothes.

Although he couldn't see it, he felt a hand being lifted up, so he went forward and hooked the broad and warm shoulder, and the people underneath supported him to take a step forward.

His whole body was in pain, even when he was sitting still, and the shock caused by Zhang Qishan’s footsteps was also painful. It hurt if he didn’t touch anything, and it hurt even more when he touched it. do not let it go.

There was a smell of gunpowder smoke on Zhang Qishan's body. He buried his face in his neck and breathed carefully.Even though the smell choked the tears welling up again, he still didn't want to move away at all.

Through the cloth around his eyes, Adjutant Zhang vaguely saw a red-orange light, a heat wave was coming in the distance, and there were disturbances and noises all around.But those have nothing to do with him.

With Buddha leading him, they will go home.

The author has something to say: This article is over.Finally, today is the time to reunite them. I hope that Qi and Vice can spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together every year~