I'm a Buddhist foster child

Yang Guang was stuck in Yang Jian's arms, his crying little body was trembling, and he was so weak that I looked the most pitiful. He knew Yang Jian's weakness very well, and Yang Jian was the one who hated children crying the most, so Yang Guang could not hold back his heart. Squeezing tears, crying almost hoarse voice.

Sure enough, when Yang Jian saw the crying little bun, he immediately hugged the little bun, coaxed him gently, wishing he could not speak loudly.

The blood in this camp is extremely bloody, but any child who sees it will leave the shadow of the lunar calendar, Yang Jian is afraid that his son will be the same as himself, if there is any psychological shadow left, I am afraid it will be remembered for a lifetime.

Yang Jian quickly coaxed the little bun: "Good boy, father is here, it's okay, father is here."

The little bun was sobbing non-stop, and lay on Yang Jian's shoulder, crying, and said vaguely, "Woooo...Father, father hug..."

"Okay, father and father hold you." Yang Jian picked up his son and patted Xiao Baozi's back lightly, as gentle as he could be.

Yang Guang was lying on Yang Jian's shoulders, still sobbing, hiccupping from time to time, as if he was so frightened that he would die at any time, helpless and pitiful, but he turned his head slightly, his little face Pouting slightly under pressure, he looked at Gao Ana, who was lying on the ground and covering his eyes.

The soldiers had already rushed in and escorted the seriously injured Gao Anagong.Gao Ana had a small dagger in his eyes, met Yang Guang's eyes, and yelled frantically: "It's you!!! Kill you! Kill you! You blinded my eyes, mine! -"

Yang Guang was crying clearly, but the corners of his lips twitched slightly, revealing an extremely mocking smile, and Gao Ana's scream seemed to cheer Yang Guang's mood.

Gao Anagong pointed out Yang Guang, but Yang Guang pretended to be pitiful, and he was a baby. Everyone didn't know what was going on, especially Yu Wenxuan still needed medical treatment. Escort Gao Anagong, and then control the Qi army camp.

Yuchi Youqi led a team of cavalry, and soon rushed over on horseback. Seeing that Yang Jian had taken control of the camp, he was relieved, and reported to Yang Jian: "My son, when I came here, I saw The soldiers of the Qi army are deeply trapped in the earth, and they have captured all the Qi army."

"Okay." Yang Jian held the little bun in his hand and gave orders: "Take all the soldiers in the camp prisoner and tell them that they will not be killed if they surrender, otherwise they will be shot."

"Yes! General!" Yuchi Youqi quickly sent an order. There were 5000 soldiers in the Qi army, including the reinforcements brought by Luo Ba. Since the general was captured, the soldiers did not resist much, and all of them were captured. After the prisoners were captured, Yang Jian ordered to remove all the food and grass in the camp.

This battle was fought effortlessly. Qi Guogong Yu Wenxian was still in ambush. He thought that this was the main battlefield. After all, they used the alliance as a gimmick to attract the entire army of Northern Qi. Others turned to attack the camp. It is logical It is said that Yu Wenxian's here is the most stalemate battlefield.

But what is surprising is that Yu Wenxian didn't see Qi soldiers at all. After the battlefield was over, Yu Wenxian was the most leisurely one.

Everyone hurried back to Tongguan, Yu Wenzhou was rescued and returned, the medical officer had already entered the account for treatment, and everyone else was waiting outside.

Yu Wenhui's body was covered in blood, but it wasn't his own blood, it was Yu Wenxuan's blood that rubbed against him.When Yu Wenhui rushed into the camp, he felt his hands and feet were cold. He had never been so afraid of going to war, and his whole body was shaking. Until now, his hands and feet were still cold, and he would tremble if he was not careful.

Everyone waited for a long time, then heard a "crash", the medical officer opened the curtain and came out from the tent, Yu Wenhui was the first to rush up, shouting: "Medical officer! How are you doing?!"

The medical officer's robe was also covered with blood, and with a solemn expression, he sighed and said, "Lord Yuwen's life...is saved, but... oh——"

He said, did not finish at all, and sighed deeply again, he didn't need to finish, everyone immediately understood, after all, Yu Wenzhou had been castrated, even the best medical officer could do nothing.

When Yu Wenhui heard this, he was shaking all over his body, with a high frequency, clenched his fists, his eye sockets were almost cracked, his eyeballs were protruding, and veins were entrenched on his forehead, and he roared hoarsely: "Gao Ana's arm!!! I will kill you!" !!"

As he spoke, he immediately turned around and ran towards the prison that had passed the customs.

"General!"

"Hussar General!"

Everyone wanted to stop them, but Yang Jian suddenly raised his hand at this time, but stopped everyone's movements.

Qi Guogong Yu Wenxian frowned and said: "The general is impulsive, I'm afraid..."

Yang Jian shook his head, and said: "It's okay, let him vent. It's worthless if Gao Ana's arm is damaged, it's better than destroying the Hussar General."

Once everyone heard that Yang Jian had said that, they couldn't say anything more.

The medical officer had finished seeing Yu Wenzhou, but Yu Wenzhou was still in a coma due to torture and excessive blood loss, and did not wake up.

Everyone cautiously walked into the tent where Yu Wenzhou was staying, and looked at Yu Wenzhou silently.Yu Wenzhou himself was lying on the bed with a pale face. He looked lifeless and his lips were gray. A few days ago, Yang Jian managed to make Yu Wenzhou "fat", but now all his achievements fell short.

Yang Guang was led by Yang Jian to stand beside the bed, and he couldn't help sighing softly when he saw Yu Wenzhou. In his arms, Gao Ana suffered a wave of beatings, his arm was broken again, and Bai Shengsheng's bones were pierced out.

Thinking of the scene at that time, Yang Guang couldn't help squinting his eyes, and he was also in awe of Yu Wenxuan...

Yang Jian said in a low voice: "Let's get out first, so that Lord Yuwen can rest well."

The medical officer said that Yu Wenzhou's life was not in danger, and the next step was to take care of him. After waking up, he would use some blood-enriching and Qi-enriching food, and it would be no problem to adjust it together with the soup.

Yang Jian led Xiao Baozi back to his camp, and Xiao Baozi was also injured, so Yang Jian immediately called the medical officer to show Xiao Baozi doctor.

The medical officer first took Yang Guang's pulse, and asked if there was anything wrong with Yang Guang, and Yang Guang answered them one by one, but when he asked about any injuries on his body, Yang Guang hesitated for some reason.

There was nothing serious about Yang Guang, after all, Yu Wenzhou was standing in front of him, and Yang Guang was Yang Jian's son, and Yu Wenzhou was only Yu Wenhui's cousin. He didn't torture Yang Guang, and planned to keep Yang Guang as the last hole card.

Because Yang Guang didn't speak, the medical officer had no choice but to leave some wound medicine, and then he resigned.

Yang Jian said anxiously: "Son, are you injured? Let father and father see."

Little Baozi shook his head vigorously, and said firmly, "No, no ducks! Absolutely no ducks! Father, the nest, the nest is very good!"

Yang Jian couldn't believe it, after all his son was taken as a prisoner, Gao Anaghu was so cruel, Yu Wenzhou was persecuted to this point, even if Yang Guang was a child, Gao Anaghu would not show mercy.

"It's a duck!" Yang Guang was quick to wit, pointing to his round face with his little meaty finger, and said, "Father! Face! Face, it hurts!"

Yang Guang's cheeks were indeed a little red, and Yang Jian immediately felt distressed. After all, his son's small face is simply "beautiful in a prosperous age". Although he is still young, it is not difficult to see that he will definitely be a handsome man when he grows up. , Zhou Zhou is upright and cute at such a young age.But at this time, there were some bruises on the round little face, bumps and bumps were unavoidable when captured, and wounds were naturally unavoidable.

Yang Jian immediately opened the wound medicine, cleaned his hands, put some wound medicine on Yang Guang's cheek, and blew gently, saying, "Son, does it still hurt?"

Although the wound medicine is very good, how can Yang Guang's wound say that it doesn't hurt, but Yang Guang put on a shocked face, opened his cat's eyes wide, and said in a childish voice: "Duck! Why is it swollen all of a sudden? Does it hurt?"

Yang Jian was almost amused by the little bun, and said, "Hey, do you have any other wounds? Does your body hurt? Why don't you take off your clothes and let your father and father have a look?"

Yang Guang immediately waved his hands, two chubby white and tender hands almost shook out flowers, and said, "No, no, no, no need! Father, I'm honored, you're fine!"

Yang Guang made his promise, and in order to change the subject, he said, "I'm thirsty! Wo-wo, drink some water!"

He ran to the side of the desk, poured himself a glass of water, and was about to sit on the table to drink. As soon as he sat down, he heard a cry of "duck—" and suddenly jumped up again, throwing the glass, and the two little ones With his hands behind his back, he actually covered his little butt.

Yang Jian looked at Yang Guang strangely, then suddenly realized, and said, "Are you injured? Let father and father have a look!"

Yang Guang: "..."

When he was taken away that day, Gao Ana's arm kicked Yang Guang's waist hard. Ah, especially now that Yang Guang is short, so he has no waist, actually...

In fact, he kicked Xiao Baozi's little butt.It still hurts so far, it must be green, now it's better, the position is so embarrassing, Yang Guang naturally doesn't want to tell the medical officer and Yang Jian, struggling with the last trace of the tyrant's dignity...

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and stared at Yang Guang closely, as if he wanted to stare at Yang Guang, and immediately rushed forward. Yang Guang saw it, relying on his small size and quick movements, he started to fight with Yang Guang like a cat. Going around in circles at the same time, the two of them circled the table for half a circle.

Yang Jian insisted: "Come here quickly, let father and father have a look."

The little bun shook his head vigorously, his face swaying, and said, "No need! You're fine!"

Yang Jian insisted, "Come here."

Little Baozi: "No, I won't go there."

Yang Jian said again: "Can't make it through?"

Little Baozi stalemate: "No!"

The corner of Yang Jian's lips twitched coldly, and then he said quietly: "Whether you come over and take off your pants, or father and father go over and take off your pants, you choose."

Yang Guang: "..." That's unreasonable.

Yang Jian had already laughed, usually there is absolutely nothing good about him when he laughs, Yang Guang's eyelids twitched wildly, he seemed to have compromised, he was defeated, he dawdled, wishing he could rub a big hole in the ground and move it over a little bit , but also tightly grasped his little clothes and did not let go.

Yang Jian said viciously, "Move quickly."

Only then did Xiao Baozi take off his little clothes with great reluctance, turned his back in awe-inspiring manner, and showed Yang Jian his wounds.

Sure enough, it was green and purple, and it spread a lot. Because the skin of the little bun was white and tender, like the most delicate rice cake, the injury looked shocking.

Yang Jian's heart tightened, and he said, "I still need face after getting hurt like this, what face do I need at such a young age?"

Yang Guang: "..."

Yang Jian immediately opened the wound medicine and said, "Good boy, father will give you the medicine, and after taking the medicine, the pain will go away."

Yang Guang's scalp felt numb immediately, and he moved vigorously. He immediately jumped up, shook his hands and said, "No need, no need to apply medicine."

Yang Jian said: "How can you get better if you don't take medicine? Be good, be obedient, obedient is a good baby, father and father will make jujube flower cake for you, okay?"

Although Yang Guang prefers the taste of jujube flower cake, this is a matter of dignity, and the last trace of dignity must not be discarded, so he said: "Father, Wo, Wo, take the medicine yourself!"

Yang Jian straightened his face and said, "How do you apply the medicine yourself? You can't see it yourself. Come here and lie on your father's lap, and your father will give you the medicine."

Yang Guang: "..." Do I want to save face?

Yang Jian insisted that even Yang Guang couldn't handle him being stubborn, especially now that Yang Guang was just a little bun. Yang Jian suddenly got into trouble and hugged the little bun.

The little bun kicked his legs vigorously, but the resistance was futile, he was pressed face down by Yang Jian, and finally he had to give up the resistance, like a dead fish on the chopping board, with his eyes closed, with an awe-inspiring look, as if he was about to die heroically at any time .

Yang Jian applied the medicine to him very lightly, for fear of hurting his son, his good son who was not willing to beat him on weekdays, turned out to be so green now, Yang Jian's eyes instantly darkened.

Yang Jian said in a low voice, "Good boy, is it not hurting anymore?"

Yang Guang lay on Yang Jian's lap, Yang Jian naturally couldn't see Yang Guang's expression, so Yang Guang rolled his eyes, where is there any childlike innocence on his face?But in his mouth, he flattered Yang Jian with a childish voice, saying, "Your honor doesn't hurt!"

Yang Jianfu said with a smile: "That's right, if you get hurt next time, you must tell your father and father, don't hold back... No," Yang Jianfu said, "You must never get hurt again... It's my father who didn't Well, I failed to protect you."

Yang Guang has been lying on his stomach, but he actually disdains it. After all, he has never seen any kind of life-and-death difficulties in his life. Such a small injury is just green. Yang Guang doesn't care at all, but he heard Yang Jian His words suddenly made him feel weird, and his acupoints were itchy for no reason...

Yang Guang has never experienced much fatherly love at all, and he has used medicine for the wounds since he was a child. No matter what kind of pain he endured, in order to perform better than other sons, Yang Guang never said much, and his father did not. I will ask more questions, but now, it is suddenly different, and this feeling makes Yang Guang a little attached.

Yang Jian didn't know what his cheap son was thinking, so he gave him medicine, and it was getting late. It was midnight when they attacked the camp, and it would be dawn soon. Yang Jian picked up the little bun and placed it gently on the bed. On the bed, cover him with a quilt.

But I didn't intend to rest, but sat on the bed teeth, patted Yang Guang lightly, and coaxed, "Good boy, it's time to sleep."

Listening to Yang Jian's gentle voice, Yang Guang hadn't calmed down yet, so he lay down honestly. To be honest, he didn't sleep well these days. Yang Jian did sleep well, holding his ergonomics every day Hugging the pillow, Yang Guang suffered from insomnia, and was always squeezed down by Yang Jian right after he fell asleep, or Yang Jian used the quilt to cover his head.

Now Yang Guang lay down alone, Yang Jian didn't come to make trouble, Yang Guang asked strangely: "Father don't sleep?"

Yang Jian said: "Father coaxes you to sleep. When you fall asleep, father will go to the dining room to make jujube cake for you. You can eat sweet jujube cake when you open your eyes tomorrow, okay?"

Xiao Baozi nodded obediently, with a round voice, and said with a long tone, "Okay——"

"It's so good." Yang Jian said, lowered his head, and kissed Xiao Baozi's pink and tender cheek.

Yang Guang's eyes widened immediately, his shocked appearance looked like a cat owner with fried fur, his little meaty hand covered his chubby face, and rubbed it vigorously.

Yang Jian was amused by the appearance of the little bun, and said, "What's the matter, my son is still shy?"

Yang Guang: "..."

Yang Guang told himself in his heart that he was just a baby, just a baby, it’s okay, it’s okay...

Yang Jian said: "Son, close your eyes and go to sleep. If you don't sleep well, father and father will kiss you again."

This sentence seems to be more deterrent than "If you don't sleep, the old wolf will take you away". Just after Yang Jian finished speaking, Xiao Baozi immediately closed his eyes tightly, looking like a dead body, with a straight pen and a milky voice Said milkily: "Nest sleep!"

Yang Jian didn't bother him anymore, so he patted the little bun gently and regularly to coax him to sleep.

Yang Guang was still very stiff at first, but his body was so young, he couldn't bear the baptism of sleepiness, he relaxed a little, and immediately sank into dreamland.

The little bun opened his small mouth slightly, breathing evenly, and snoring, babbling, babbling, talking in his sleep: "Take...the medicine...no, no..."

Yang Jian smiled silently, seeing that the sky was getting brighter and the little bun fell asleep, he walked out of the camp lightly, and tucked the curtains of the tent to prevent the light from leaking in.

Yang Jian is going to the dining room to make jujube flower cake for his son. On the other hand, he also wants to make some delicious food for Yu Wenzhou.

Before Yang Jian went to the dining room, he first came to Yu Wenxuan's tent, opened the curtain and walked in softly.

As soon as he walked in, he didn't find Hushi General Yu Wenhui, there were only two servants in the tent, and Yuchi Youqi.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, afraid of disturbing Yu Wenxuan's recuperation, he said in a very low voice, "Why are you here?"

Yuchi Youqi also seemed to be sneaking, put his hands together his mouth, and whispered to Yang Jian: "I don't know where the Hussar General has gone, and I can't find anyone anywhere. Youqi is here to help."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you looked for a prison?"

Yu Wenhui ran towards the prison before, probably to teach Gao Anagong a lesson, Yuchi Youqi nodded and said: "I have searched for the prison, but I haven't seen the general."

This is strange, logically speaking, Yu Wenhui is the one who cares most about his elder brother, now that his elder brother has been rescued, why is Yu Wenhui missing?Shouldn't he stay here twelve hours a day?

Yang Jian said softly: "Jian go to the dining room to make some food, you can enter when Lord Yuwen wakes up, please stay here."

Yuchi Youqi nodded and said, "Don't bother."

Yang Jian walked out of the camp lightly, and this time he went to the dining room, because it was only dawning in the sky, and it was not yet time to get up early, and there was still a long time before breakfast, so there was no one in the dining room. A caterer.

But when Yang Jian walked to the door of the dining room, he smelled a burnt smell, not just a smell. He saw puffs of thick smoke coming out of the dining room. The appearance of popping out.

"It's on fire?" Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and there was no one cooking, so how could there be a fire? Could it be that Qi Jun's evil intentions set the fire and planned to burn the camp again?

Immediately Yang Jian strode into the dining room, and as soon as he entered, he coughed "cough cough cough". He took a closer look and found that there were people in the dining room, but it was not a remnant of the Qi army. Hussar general of the figure - Yu Wenhui!

Yu Wenhui squatted on the floor of the dining room, facing the stove, with a lot of firewood on hand, and was... lighting a fire?

Yang Jian rushed into the dining room and pushed all the households away to let the thick smoke escape, lest he and Yuwen would suffocate to death in the dining room.

Seeing the thick smoke billowing here, the patrol outside rushed over quickly with a bucket in hand, shouting: "It's on fire!"

"Come on, put out the fire!!"

The soldiers rushed over and took a closer look, only the "Wolf Smoke" had no open flames, and they all looked surprised.

Yu Wenhui stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and said with wide eyes: "What are you shouting for!? Where is the fire? Where?! Don't be yelling and panicking, everyone back down, what should I do? go!"

The soldiers looked at each other in dismay, and only now did they realize that there was no fire at all. They were scolded for no reason by the Hussar general, and they all agreed with their heads drooping, and went back with buckets, a false alarm.

Yang Jian coughed, smoothed out his breath, took off the waist fan to let the air circulate, and then looked Yu Wenhui up and down.

The Jiezhou of Yuwenhui didn't take off, and the Jiezhou, which weighed more than ten kilograms, was not too tired to wear all the time. Seeing the soldiers leave, he squatted back next to the stove, squatting on the ground with a big horse and a golden sword, and put the clothes on hand The firewood was thrown into the fire one by one.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "General, what are you doing here?"

Yu Wenhui coughed "cough cough cough" several times, and was choked by the smoke. His face was all black and gray, and his eyes were red from the choking, but strangely, there were red spots under each of the eyes. Two straight marks, as if washed by liquid, without black ash, obviously...

ever cried?

Yu Wenhui said in a hoarse voice: "You can tell by looking at it, this general is lighting a fire!"

Yang Jian twitched his lips and said: "There is no cook in this dining room, what kind of fire is there?"

Yu Wenhui didn't speak, but still threw the firewood one by one into the fire hole, his movements were unusually uniform, as if he had practiced a skilled job.

Yang Jian took out a handkerchief, bent down and handed it over, and Yu Wenhui stared at him and said, "What, what are you doing!? I didn't cry, you, you, you, what are you doing with my handkerchief!?"

Seeing that he didn't have 300 taels of silver here, Yang Jian said with a joking smile, "Naturally, he knows that the great general of Hussars does not flick his tears lightly. This is for wiping the cigarette ash on your face, and he didn't tell you to wipe your tears." .”

"Shit!" Yu Wenhui said rudely, "No tears!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Yang Jianying said, "No tears, no tears."

Yu Wenhui said again: "This, this, this... this is smoky, it's so fucking choking, and this kind of broken firewood is used in the army, no wonder the food it makes is so unpalatable!"

Yang Jian said again, "Yes, yes, yes."

Yuwen would say, "Why are you here?"

Yang Jian said: "I plan to make some jujube flower cakes for my son, and...in case Master Yuwen wakes up, he must eat, and I plan to make some porridge."

As soon as the words "Master Yuwen Langzhu" were mentioned, Yuwenhui's face instantly stiffened, he lowered his head, and remained silent.

Yang Jian moved quickly and began to prepare meals. On the one hand, he prepared noodles and on the other hand, he prepared porridge. You can do it with your eyes closed.

As for the porridge for Yu Wenxuan, Yang Jian thought about it. Yu Wenzhou must not eat too hard food when he just woke up. Food, it couldn't be better.

Yang Jian immediately came up with an idea, why not cook a pot of Meiling porridge, which is nutritious and appetizing, and it is easy to digest if it is smashed, so there is no burden.

This Meiling porridge is different from other porridge water, it needs soy milk, so Yang Jian was busy preparing soy milk while soaking rice.

Yang Jian was busy, like a top for a while, Yuwen would light a fire beside him, watching Yang Jian busy, he hesitated to speak for several times, and finally couldn't hold back and asked: "I...how is my brother?"

While reconciling, Yang Jian said, "If you want to know how Master Yuwen is doing, why not just go and see for yourself? Why bother squatting here to light the fire."

Yu Wenhui lowered his head, poked firewood at the flames, and said hoarsely, "I'm scared."

"Are you afraid?" Yang Jian stopped and met, looked at Yu Wenhui, and said, "What are you afraid of?"

Yu Wenhui said in a low voice: "I'm afraid...I'm afraid of seeing my brother, and seeing his bloody appearance, I suddenly became afraid. I haven't been afraid of anything since I was a child? But I am really afraid of many things." Glancing at him, I... oh—”

When Yu Wenhui said this, he suddenly sighed deeply and didn't say any more.

Yang Jian has already continued to face-to-face, saying: "The general is just avoiding, many people dare not look directly at the pain, but has the general ever thought that if even you are avoiding, then the injured party will be what can we do about it?"

Yu Wenhui's movements were a little stiff, he squatted on the ground, and looked up at Yang Jian who was meeting him.

Yang Jian continued: "Xiao Zhuang is guarding Master Yuwen, but Jian privately thinks that when Master Yuwen wakes up, the first thing he wants to see is not Xiao Zhuang, but the relatives he has been thinking about for more than ten years. ,Is not it?"

"噗!" Yu Wenhui stood up suddenly, he was still holding the firewood in his hand, and suddenly stood up, "Kang Dang!" With a sound, all the firewood fell to the ground, scattered, as if struck by a hammer, and the sky was shaken. moving.

Yu Wenhui suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment, and said, "I...I'm going to find my brother!"

As he spoke, he rushed out of the dining room in a hurry and ran to the tent where Yu Wenzhou was staying. Seeing him running out, Yang Jian looked down at the messy ground full of firewood, shook his head helplessly, and said: " Burning a fire? You are the cooking room..."

Yuwenzhou lost too much blood and never woke up. Yuwenhui was always by his side. Yang Jian gave all the Meiling porridge he made on the first day to Yuwenhui at a low price.

While eating the porridge, Yu Wenhui said, "It's so delicious! This porridge has a mellow taste, so delicious! When my brother wakes up, he will definitely like it!"

After two days in a row, Yuwenhui stayed guarded for two days without leaving the tent for a moment. Yuwenxuan still didn't wake up. Wake up, if you wake up, you can just drink hot Meiling porridge.

Yang Jian cooked a pot of Meiling porridge. The porridge is milky white and thick. It smells fragrant from far away. big move.

Yang Jian walked into the tent with Meiling porridge, and Yu Wenhui fell asleep lying on the bed teeth. After all, he hadn't closed his eyes for two days. Dare to relax, naturally I haven't had a good night's sleep, I really can't support it at this moment, and my body is too hard, I just want to squat for a while, but I really fell asleep.

Yu Wenhui slept soundly, and didn't notice at all... Yu Wenzhou had woken up.

Yang Jian walked over and saw Yu Wenxuan opened his eyes and lay there for several days. Although the medical officer said that his life was not in danger, everyone was still worried. Took some joy.

Just as Yang Jian was about to speak, Yu Wenzhou made a silent movement and signaled for a while, meaning that Yu Wenhui was still fast asleep, and Yu Wenhui's eyes were covered with bruises, Yu Wenzhou must not want to wake him up.

Yang Jian nodded, put the porridge aside, opened the lid, let the porridge cool down a little, so as not to burn Yu Wenzhou.

Yang Jian said in a very soft voice, "Lord Yuwen, how do you feel?"

Yu Wenzhou shook his head, his voice was hoarse and weak, he had just woken up, and he didn't have much energy, so he said, "It's okay..."

He paused as he spoke, and seemed to sigh, but it was too weak, and said softly: "Even if you are full of scars, you still have to... live, don't you?"

Yu Wenzhou was tortured by Gao Ana, and he really couldn't accept it at that time, not only the pain, but also the problem of dignity. He thought that he had been a captive for so long, and there was nothing he could do to beat him, but Yu Wenzhou was completely He was wrong. At that time, he thought that the sky was falling, and he might as well die.

Gao Anagong didn't let him die, and he still held Yu Wenzhou as a bargaining chip, so he was dying like this, immersed in the feeling that life would be worse than death.

Yu Wenzhou said with emotion: "But people are really strange... I thought it was too bitter, too bitter, and I really couldn't bear it, but when I really ate this bitterness, I... I couldn't bear to die. ..."

He said, looking calmly at Yu Wenhui who was lying on the bed teeth.

Yu Wenzhou thought about it, just die, but when he opened his eyes and saw Yu Wenhui lying next to him for the first time, with black eyes and a tired face, he suddenly couldn't bear to die, even if he was poor and white , there are still too many things to be reluctant to part with.

Yu Wenzhou thought, my brother tried his best to save himself, if he really died, what would happen to his brother?How can I live up to his painstaking efforts...

Yu Wenzhou was even more open-minded than Yang Jian imagined.Indeed, even if there are many scars, one must live on, how could Yang Jian not realize it?Not only that, the more scarred he was, the more Yang Jian wanted to live a wonderful life.

The two were talking, Yu Wenhui frowned slightly, and rubbed his eyes with his hands, as if he was about to wake up, he raised his head, his face was covered with marks from the pressure of the bed teeth, a large area was red, and there was a little tingling. After waking up, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

Brother actually woke up!

"Brother...Brother?!" Yu Wenhui widened his eyes and said, "You, you woke up!?"

"Brother is awake!"

Yu Wenhui couldn't help but get up immediately, strode out, and shouted: "Medical officer!! Where is the medical officer! Call the medical officer! Brother, brother wake up! Hurry up... hey!"

bang——

Yu Wenhui ran out in a panic, wanting to call the medical officer, but when he ran to the door of the tent, he tripped over the curtain and lay down on the ground with a big horse on his back. Not wanting to hurt, and not caring about the image of the great general, he jumped up and continued to run outside.

"Chi..." Yu Wenzhou chuckled, seeing his younger brother running out foolishly, couldn't help shaking his head, and said, "It's the same as when I was a child, it hasn't changed at all."

Yu Wenhui scrambled and ran out to find the medical officer, who was dragged by him and rushed all the way to see Yu Wenzhou quickly. Yu Wenzhou's body was better than others, and he was still young. The son survived.

After seeing the doctor, the medical officer went out to decoct the medicine, and told the patient to take a little food, so that the medicine can be taken later.

After the medical officer left, Yu Wenhui immediately got busy, fetching water for a while, making the quilt for a while, pushing Yang Jian into a corner, and hating him for getting in the way.

"Brother, are you thirsty?"

"Brother, are you tired from lying down like this, do you want to change your position?"

"Brother, have you ever been hungry, why don't you eat some porridge!"

Yang Jian's eyes were dizzy, but Mr. Yuwen Lang seemed to have a filter in his eyes. Seeing that his brother was fine, and it was "reunion after a long absence", the filter was even thicker, and said with a smile: "It's okay, It doesn't matter, just sit down."

Yu Wenhui picked up Yang Jian's Meiling porridge and said, "Brother, try this, it's delicious, it's porridge made with soy milk, it's much more delicious than ordinary porridge, don't you know , before my brother woke up, all your porridge went into my stomach, I have tasted it myself, it is absolutely delicious."

Yang Jian helped Yuwenzhou up a little bit, put a cushion and quilt on his back, let him sit on the head of the bed, and Yuwenhui carefully scooped up a spoonful of Meiling porridge with a small dagger, and blew it cool , and then sent it to Yu Wenzhou, saying: "Brother, try it."

Yu Wenzhou ate the porridge in his mouth, it was thicker than ordinary porridge water, soft and delicate in the mouth, it really had the aroma of soy milk, the aftertaste was long, and it was inexplicably appetizing, and he felt hungry immediately after one bite.

Yu Wenhui smiled and said, "Brother, although I did not boil the porridge, I did the fire."

Yu Wenzhou smiled and said, "It's really hard for you."

"Brother..." Yu Wenhui said again: "Let me tell you a secret, in fact... Actually, I didn't cry at all before, but the thick smoke from the firewood smoked my eyes, so the eye circles were red, as if I had cried. "

Yu Wenzhou said, "Then what are you doing now?"

Yu Wenhui froze for a moment, and immediately smirked and said: "Of course I didn't cry! It's all smoked, brother, you don't know, this meal is like being a human being, it's really hard, let me tell you..."

When he said this, Yu Wenzhou suddenly said lightly: "If you don't want to laugh, you can also not smile. You don't have to force yourself to smile like this. It's okay for my brother."

Yu Wenhui's voice was stiff in his throat, and it was completely blocked for a while, and he couldn't speak a word anymore.He suddenly chattered more than usual. In fact, it was not because he wanted to say a lot of words on a whim, but to comfort Yu Wenzhou in a different way. He wanted Yu Wenzhou to know that everything was the same as usual, no different, but the more so, the more is different.

Yu Wenxuan said: "Brother, it's really all right. My brother and the generals sacrificed their lives to save each other. For my brother, I will cherish my life very much. I will never let it go. Don't worry, my brother. On the contrary, my brother... "

He paused, and said softly: "It's not your fault, brother doesn't have to feel any burden. Now that brother has grown up, I am very relieved."

Yu Wenhui's throat was rolling. He never expected that Yu Wenzhou would be in such a catastrophe. Instead, he turned to comfort himself, and said in a low voice, "Isn't my brother...too useless."

Yu Wenzhou laughed and said, "How could it be? You are now a great general of Hussars. Which man in this world doesn't envy you?"

Yang Jian patted Yuwenhui on the shoulder, he always felt that he couldn't get in the way here,