[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Huang hasn't had a dream for a long time.

In the dream, the little girl was holding a bright and colorful box, bouncing up and down on the roof, her movements were as smart and vigorous as a ghost, and the arc of her steps was almost impossible for human beings to achieve.Her immature voice was very ethereal, and it sounded a little scary: "Remember who you are? Wake up, it's too late. He is going to die, and you will die too!"

Isn't Yimulian already rescued by him?Huang can feel that he is in a dream, but he can't stop his inner worries and the urge to try to find out the truth.

Seeing his hesitation, Jinyu Ji hurriedly said, "Come with me, it's too late. She's coming!"

Who is coming?

He was about to follow, but saw her suddenly slipped, fell from the roof, and smashed into a ball of black mud on the ground.A few blood-red flowers grew out of the black mud, and the box in her hand fell to the ground, and there were horrifying hee-hee sounds from inside.There were still many eyes in the mud, staring at him sadly and resentfully, as if they had been dug out when they were most frightened—he thought of those sentinel guides who were killed for no reason, and couldn't help feeling cold.

Suddenly, Yimulian imitated the words that the woman said vividly when he was narrating to him: "You can't escape the bomb of death..."

"Hee hee hee, hee hee hee..." Yimulian looked alike, and he got goosebumps all over his body.

Wake up.

Tick, tick.The drip bottle was still hanging there, the medicine was still flowing, but there was no one on the hospital bed.

It was midnight, the lights in the ward had been turned off, and it was very dark.He broke out in a cold sweat, all out of fright.He was about to take two deep breaths to ease the discomfort caused by the extremely weird dream, when he saw Yimulian standing by the window.

Looking out of the window for a long time, something was tightly clasped in his hand.The moonlight poured down on him gently, and it was clear that there was only the artificial green belt of the hospital outside the window, but he could see it fascinated, his eyes drifted far, far away, as if he was looking at something that did not exist in this world.The golden dragon was lying on Yimulianshoulder, one person and one dragon standing against the wall, the wind was blowing slowly, as if as long as no one broke the silence, it would continue like this.

Huang took his breath away and didn't want to spoil the picture.

How does Yimulian face himself?

I am already in a state of confusion, but Yimulian has faced far more things than him, whether it is the pressure of public opinion or the pain of guarding the spirit, how strong does he have to be in order to continue to stand by his side so strongly?

Will there be many scars under the light and breezy shell?

"Ah, you're awake." I don't know when Yimulian came back to his senses, and the eyes of the two happened to meet, and Yimulian paused slightly: "Eat oranges?"

There is a bag of fresh oranges on the table. There is a smell of other people in the air, but there is no pheromone around, and it can be determined that it is an ordinary person.He shouldn't sleep so deeply anymore, he thought, he didn't even notice when someone entered the door, so he couldn't let someone take advantage of it.He shook his head and said, "No. Who came?"

"Someone from the royal family came to visit, and by the way, it was said that Princess Kaguya Ji will pick us up and leave the hospital in person." Yimulian didn't close the window, the cool breeze blowing in was very comfortable, he sat back on the hospital bed, while Jinlong flew out of the window , Yimulian didn't stop it.

This was expected by Huang, and he snorted coldly: "The royal family really can't hold back."

The federation's increasingly clear war intentions made the imperial family restless. It's not that the state reserve is empty, but the empire doesn't want to take the blame for breaking the peace-after all, it is difficult to bring these open firefights to the table.What the Federation preaches is freedom and democracy, so how could it be willing to play the role of provoking war for no reason?In the end, it had to be that the empire was too harassed to be calm, and it was not unreasonable for the royal family to be anxious when they launched a war against the Federation.

Unlike the Federation, if the bloodline of the imperial royal family is cut off, the outcome is self-evident.Since the attempted kidnapping of the nobles, the security of the palace has been at the highest level, so the defense of the northern district has been slightly lax.

This part of the responsibility of the military cannot escape.

At this time, if you tie yourself and Yimulian to the palace, if it's not for peace of mind, what else can it be?

Yimulian didn't comment on this, but instead said: "Don't think about it, just rest. You have to get up early tomorrow."

"Compared to this... there is something."

Huang even twisted appallingly: "I want to take a bath."

He raised his two plaster hands that looked like crab claws, with an embarrassed expression as if he was going to dig into the ground.

Even the bathroom in the luxury ward is not big, but it is better than nothing - although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs. Although it is less than 7 square meters, at least the bathtub and shower head are all ready.Huang's arm was cast in plaster, and it couldn't get wet until it was removed, so it was obviously unrealistic to use a shower.

The clothes stuck to his body and he felt disgusted, so he quickly stripped off and sat in the hot tub with his arms raised.

Yimulian's neck turned red into a tomato color, and he was still holding someone's suit pants and boxer briefs: "You..."

"What am I, what are you looking at so beautifully and without squinting?" Huang turned his back to him, provoking with "maliciousness", as if this could cover up some embarrassing facts: "The water temperature is very suitable. As a secretary, how can you do it?" Very well."

Yimulian sighed inwardly for a while, but fortunately his wounds were not on his hands, otherwise the workload would have exploded.He put his clothes away on the sink, almost thinking it was a star hotel on a business trip—it must be very exciting to call the front desk here to help buy new underwear.

Yimu even rolled up his sleeves, and it was extremely uncomfortable to dangle his arms in the large hospital gown.He looked at the back of Huang's head for a while, thinking that it was time to wash it, and looked carefully, there were burnt and gunpowder residues in the hair.

He just temporarily looked up the correct way to wash his hair. Washing his own hair was like a scratch, but now...he recalled the steps he saw on the Internet just now, and concentrated on rinsing Huang's hair with the slowest water flow.Huang usually combed his hair meticulously, and there was a lot of hairspray on it, which took a long time to wash off.He put on the shampoo, and gently massaged the scalp with his fingertips, while reminding Huang not to put his hands down.

"Got it, got it." Huang leaned on the bathtub very comfortably.

"It's really difficult to be a secretary." Yimulian sighed.

Huang sneered and said, "You believe it?"

At a glance, I thought of the enthusiasm for work that seemed to be holding the holy flame to the Himalayas anytime, anywhere, and realized that I must be thinking too much.He laughed and said, "No."

The blush on his face gradually receded, and he returned to the serious work of General Ichimokuren.

Yimulian's massage is actually very good. Although he doesn't know anything about acupuncture points, his entire scalp is massaged carefully. In terms of detail, he is probably more professional than a professional barbershop.Yimulian didn't talk nonsense when he was working, he just kept his head down and worked hard, and he didn't respond to Huang's "Hello" twice, he probably regarded it as work again...

In fact, Yimulian was just thinking about things.

"Marshal." He tentatively asked.

"Hmm..." Huang felt so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep, and almost jumped up in the next second - Yimulian's fingers scraped across the side of his earlobe, making him tremble, and the blood rushed to his forehead: "how?"

Yimulian was really unintentional. He felt that Huang was in a good mood, so he asked, "It's better to eat less white tablets. The article "Conjecture and Analysis of the Hidden Side Effects of Guiding Sulfate"..."

"I know." Huang interrupted, the article was written by his mentor: "What are you doing eating that, aren't you here?"

"No." Yimulian hurriedly blurted it out, feeling a little happy while being puzzled.

Time can change many things, Yimulian firmly believes in this.

Isn't this useful?

The two of them were silent again, and Huang was silent, Yi Mulian thought he was listening to a bloody idol drama broadcast on the TV outside, so he didn't have anything to say anymore.He lowered his head until he felt something poking him, only to find that Huang was poking his arm with his elbow.He called Marshal Huang twice, but the other party ignored him and fell asleep in the bathtub.But what's going on with this posture stuck in mid-air?Yimulian became more careful with the hand holding the nozzle, and stood a little further away to see...

The movement was a bit like turning around to take his hand.

Is it an illusion?

It was rumored that it was a "blessing in disguise", when Marshal Huang and Admiral Yimulian were discharged from the hospital the next day, they received an invitation from the royal family.

Princess Kaguya Hime, as a representative of the royal family, personally came to pick them up from the hospital. Perhaps for the sake of a gimmick, the royal family also specially sent a retro extended Lincoln.The reporters surrounded several layers inside and outside, and were all stopped outside the semicircle by Kaguya Ji's guards.Huang remembered how he was "severely injured" at the moment, and probably could have slapped the Qingda reporter in the face, so he simply came out with two hands wrapped in plaster like crab claws.Then he turned on the hearing shield, and the world suddenly became quiet.

He doesn't care about what Yimulian and Kaguya Hime said to each other on the stage, but compared to himself who has adapted to the camera, Yimulian will start to feel uncomfortable after facing the public media for a long time.He changed into a thick knitted sweater, but the slightly rapid breathing rate was still noticed by Huang.

He reminded Kaguya Ji at the right time: "If you have anything to say, the princess should go back and talk about it."

Kaguya Hime is an unawakened ordinary person, startled by the coercive tone in his words, she whispered: "Oh!"

She was still young, but things were explained in an orderly manner.The two lived in the palace, which was specially used to entertain guests. It was the most magnificent one, as if announcing to the world how good the status and treatment of the imperial generals were.Huang and Yimulian didn't care if their royal family did this trick, but they had to do a good job of superficial skills, and they must not let the common people see the joke.

After all, nothing was saved from the fire.

Those things full of memories were buried under the black and ash charred ruins, and there was nostalgia at a glance. He still used many things from the military academy period, so it was a pity to burn them like this.He comforted himself that the old one would not go and the new one would not come, and when he turned his head, he saw the unrequited expression on his face.

On the surface, the Sentinel Marshal was so calm that he had no friends. In his heart, he didn't know how long he had regretted the things he had just bought and hadn't had time to use.Yimulian counted in his heart, the chandelier is new, the bedside lamp that he smashed is also new, and... Of course, this is all compared to when Huang disappeared half a year ago, he hasn't paid much attention to it in the past six months Those extraneous things.Yimu Lian counted on his fingers, thinking that with Marshal Huang's piss, he would have to write a property loss report and take it to the insurance bureau to demand compensation.

Just as he was grieving over the expensive new furniture, Huang suddenly received a call.

Yimulian thought that it was probably a reporter from Qingda University who called to fight, but saw that Huang's expression began to be wrong.

The communicator is hands-free.

On the other end of the phone was a little girl's urgent cry for help. He hadn't heard it, but there were not many underage sentries, so he guessed it was Jinyu Ji.

"12-19 Putney Road, someone is chasing me!"

tbc