[Qi Fu] Qi Chu said return

The little adjutant looked pitifully at Zhang Qishan, who was sitting on his bed, holding an armed belt in his hand, and still expressionless like the big Buddha at the door, and took a long time to take a step or two.

Zhang Qishan wanted to laugh, and deliberately teased him: "You're looking for a fight, right?!"

"!!!" The little adjutant was startled, and stepped in front of Zhang Qishan in two or three steps.

Standing like a little white poplar, but slandering in his heart: Buddha is like a warlord!warlord!

"What are you doing standing up?" Zhang Qishan glanced at the bed, "Get down."

"..." The little adjutant had a hundred reluctances in his heart, and it hurt like this. The Buddha didn't let himself go, and called awkwardly, "The Buddha..."

"Hurry up!"

The little adjutant pouted, and was about to lie down on the bed in a heartbeat.

Zhang Qishan finally couldn't hold back, smiled behind the little adjutant, and picked him up with one hand: "Where are you lying down?"

"Buddha...Buddha!" ​​The little adjutant was placed on Zhang Qishan's lap, and his mind was stunned. He is so old, so he shouldn't be like this... right.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Qishan had no intention of hurting him, he threw away his armed belt, raised his hand and patted him lightly: "What are you thinking?!"

Even a light pat like this caused the little adjutant to tremble unexpectedly in pain.

This time it was on Zhang Qishan, the little adjutant shook, Zhang Qishan really felt it, and frowned: "It's been so long, didn't you take the medicine?"

"Um……"

"Crack!" Zhang Qishan raised his hand again, this time he was impatient and exerted a little force, the little adjutant was on guard, but did not respond.

Zhang Qishan picked up the little adjutant: "Hurry up and get me the medicine box!"

"No, there's no need for Master Buddha." The little adjutant finally felt that he was too old, "I can do it myself."

"Oh, it seems that the attack is still light." Zhang Qishan said, and then touched the armed belt again, "Then shall we continue?"

"Don't! Don't...I'll take it!" The little adjutant almost ran to get the medicine box, and he was bitter in his heart, Buddha is a warlord, a warlord!

After taking the medicine box, Zhang Qishan stretched out his hand, and the little adjutant was pinned on the Buddha's lap without any resistance, and he let the Buddha take off his lower clothes as if resigned to his fate, and he didn't say anything when the material rubbed against the wound, he gritted his teeth Quite passed.

Until Zhang Qishan couldn't stand it anymore, he no longer frightened him with a sullen face, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

"En." The little adjutant nodded without looking at Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan relaxed the movements of his hands, even so, taking off his clothes still caused the little adjutant to sweat from the pain.When it all faded, Zhang Qishan realized that he was too heavy handed.

I thought I was used to seeing all kinds of injuries, skin torn and blood dripping.

But the swollen blood on the little adjutant's body still made him very distressed.Zhang Qishan sighed, took some ointment and melted it in his hand, and applied it on the little adjutant's wound as gently as possible.

"Why..." Zhang Qishan held the medicine in his hand, and applied it to the little adjutant's wound, "It's so big, I don't even know how to apply medicine after being beaten!"

"I..." How dare you.

"What?" Zhang Qishan became playful again, "Slapped you a few times, did you feel wronged?"

"No," the little adjutant pouted, "I dare not."

"Don't dare? Then you still feel wronged?"

"!!!" The little adjutant was anxious for a moment, "Brother...!"

The sound of "Brother" made Zhang Qishan slap his hands, he simply hugged the little adjutant.

"Buddha!" ​​The little adjutant was startled, and looked at Zhang Qishan with wide eyes.

"You're not called brother anymore?" Zhang Qishan said calmly, gently put the little adjutant into the bed, pulled the quilt over, and waited for the little adjutant's head to rub against the pillow to a comfortable position, He just sat down on the edge of the bed.

The little devil's head has grown up and opened, and the child who would cry in Zhang Qishan's arms whenever he had a nightmare, seemed to be replaced by this clean boy in front of him in just a split second.

"Xiao Shan, you've grown up." Zhang Qishan muttered thoughtfully, what he didn't say was, do you know how hard it is for me to wait for you to grow up?

"Yes," the little adjutant thought that Zhang Qishan was still blaming him, and lowered his eyes to admit his mistake, "I shouldn't be like a child no longer disregarding priorities, and I shouldn't fight with Chen Pi, there will be no next time."

After finishing speaking, he looked up at Zhang Qishan pitifully.

Zhang Qishan is full of anger, and now he has nothing to say, so he smiled with the corners of his mouth, as if he couldn't do anything about you.

"Brother..." Seeing that Buddha was not angry anymore, the little adjutant continued to pretend to be pitiful, "Would you forgive me?"

"Okay," Zhang Qishan couldn't bear this kind of thing the most, he couldn't bear to be tough with him, but he really couldn't stand soft knives, "I've been beaten, and if I don't forgive, it will appear that I am too a warlord."

The little adjutant smiled and slandered—you are not a warlord?

"What are you talking about, little brat?" Zhang Qishan's eyes tightened.

"Ah?!" The little adjutant was startled.

"scold me?"

"Oh no?Can you hear this?

Zhang Qishan stopped teasing him, raised his hand and nodded his forehead pretendingly, got up and went back to the room: "You should go to bed early, tomorrow's morning exercise will be skipped, I will go to the military camp in the morning, you can lie down, I will have lunch Ask someone to bring you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qishan was pulled by the corner of his clothes.

"elder brother……"