Does it hurt?

Hosran was silent.

The air in the ward felt a bit quiet and permeable. Deputy Secretary Cen couldn't bear to hide it anymore. He felt a little cold sweat from his hands behind his back. He asked hoarsely: "How many people have you mentioned this old injury to?"

——Or, after returning from F Country, no one knew that there was an old wound on his left arm and shoulder blade?

The gunman should be so tricky that the bullets can penetrate into the bone cracks directly against the gaps between the bones, drill into the ligaments, and embed into the bone marrow. That year, the early winter military exercise of F Kingdom was as cold as the cold weather in Kyoto now, and even colder. He dragged two gunshot wounds, rubbed the edge of the military exercise range to avoid the edge, and alone supported the desire to survive, and walked out of the deep mountains.

The bullet debris has been embedded in the bones since then and cannot be taken out.

"If you are young this year, you will not be rheumatism or the like, and your activities may not be any problem, but when you get a little older in the future, it will probably become more and more inconvenient. The bones will become brittle and deteriorate, and maybe..." Deputy Secretary Cen's eyes were slightly wet, and his hands tightly held behind him could not help but tremble. "And your injury this time, forearm is not a problem, it is just that your left upper arm... It is a pity to completely recover."

He said so, and Hosran understood.

It’s not that he has been injured. From joining the army to now, he may have more medals from all sizes. He has never paid much attention to it. This time, he seems to care about it.

Once an invincible person begins to truly cherish his life, perhaps it will really start to mean what it means.

"Don't tell her." He didn't even ask about the specific situation, and just gave in a deep voice.

Deputy Secretary Cen was stunned and wondered if he didn't understand. Then he heard that the ward door was opened. Zhuang Jingyan came in with Lin Yitong, carrying a thermal bucket in his hand.

"I can drink the bone soup I made now, right?" Zhuang Jingyan saw Huo Siran, who had escaped death for the first time, was slightly shocked and nervous, and asked her daughter, "Tongtong, can she drink it?"

But she couldn't even confirm herself. She was holding her mother's work for the afternoon, but her little face turned pale: "I'm going to ask the director."

"Okay, I'll take it, you go and ask..."

"Yes." A low voice came, with a bit of magnetic hoarseness in elegance, but she was so sure that no one could resist.

Deputy Secretary Cen looked at the situation and hurriedly followed the situation to smooth things over: "Yes, Director Xiao Qin just said that a small amount of liquid food is OK."

She was then relieved.

"I'll call the nurse in." Zhuang Jingyan looked at the current emotional state of the two children. Thinking about it, it would be better to go out to find a nurse to help. She knew that when Huo Siran was on the verge of life and death, Lin Yitong might have emotional collapse and out of control. When the situation gradually stabilized, her emotional rationality would come back.

She remembered the scene of herself chatting with her in the Ye family courtyard, and she was clearly hesitating at that time.

"No," her voice was very light, but she was as surprisingly sure as someone, "I'll do it."

...

There was no one else in the ward.

When I lifted the lid of the insulation box, a rich fragrance came to my face. The rising heat blocked the expression on her face.

He gently scooped the spoon and suddenly remembered the small rental house she had in Lin County. Huo Siran's tall figure was busy in the small kitchen. He could be hit by the edge of the house when he looked up. He made the kitchen look like a war. Finally, he brought out two bowls of soaked noodles, hugged her tightly in his arms, and listened to her whispering what to do.

"How long will it take to face me alone, huh?" His low voice disturbed her mind, and ripples rippled around and circles, and her slightly nervous spine straightened even more.

"It's too hot, I need to hang it out." She explained in a hoarse voice, her little hands trembling slightly, and her heart was trembling.

air?

At this moment, what he needed was not a bowl of soup, nor how rational she participated in the attending physician's opinion, nor was she so busy and worried about his life and death and demobilization.

After walking in front of the gates of hell, he had not had time to take a good look at her.

"Tongtong," his hoarse voice suddenly became so low that it was so weak that it was so weak that it was half-supported by the hospital bed. His deep eyes were fixed on the wall, and he called her, "Come."

The petite figure with his back to him, the appearance of busy escaping was disintegrated by this sound, and there was warm tears in his eyes. He turned around and walked towards him.

His soft and petite body leaned against the head of the bed and crawled into his arms like a cat who was wronged. He did not dare to press too much, so he only covered half of his body. His strong arms tightened her, and his chin pressed against the soft hair above her head, and carried her whole in his arms.

She pulled out a trace of reason, and felt worried and wanted to twist.

But his low and matte magnetic voice came from above his head: "Don't move."

"Your body is not suitable for this now." Her hot breath sprinkled on her chest, her voice trembled slightly, and it sounded soft to penetrate into her ears.

"Yes." He agreed lightly, but his arms were not relaxed for a moment.

"The soup is going to be cold." This kind of weather is no longer as good as autumn. Even if the air conditioner is turned on in the room, the temperature is not easy to preserve.

He doesn't care.

Her arms were tightly held tightly, knowing that she hadn't had a rest for about half a moment since the early morning of the night before. Her body was soft and her emotions were volatile. She still had to speak, but was interrupted by the warm kiss that winded down by him. His hand wrapped the breath of soil over her soft hair, making her feel as if she was in a dream for a moment.

"I miss you very much." He murmured in her ear, "Don't you like to listen? I won't leave here. You are tired, so take a break."

Like to listen?

He said that when the two of them were closest, they could clearly feel the vibrations in each other's chests and the powerful heartbeat that blended together? She was busy all day long, and the afterglow of her emotions was still stuck in her heart, making her feel uneasy, but he believed that she wanted to keep warm for a while. Feel this feeling more—

He is alive.

He is back. He will not leave again.

Tiredness and anxiety swept over, her eyes became even warmer, and she couldn't help but bury it into his warm chest. So suddenly, the heartbeat became clearer and stronger, and so close that it seemed that he had never been away. She suddenly started crying like a child, and her shoulders trembled with her body. She ignored everything else, hugged him in the waist, tightened her to death and refused to let go.

No matter what else.

Hosran's chest was also slightly trembling. He knew that it was emotions at work. His thin lips couldn't help but go down, following her little face wet with tears until he touched her salty and soft lips, and kissed her unstable breath.

The lingering kiss was tangled together like a bond, like a natural conjoined baby, with the most familiar smell of each other, as if they were integrated, the kiss became intense, so intense that blood and tears blended together, and the mind was buzzing, intensely lingering, regardless of you and me.

He finally understood something.

He finally understood how stupid he made a will and made the decision to make her happiness for the rest of her life by death.

Fucking fuck*

Military news is overwhelming.

Deputy Secretary Cen, who had been busy in the hospital for more than a week, returned home. After changing his clothes, he finally received a notice from the committee that he had to attend the meeting. He looked at it while putting on his tie. All kinds of rumors and news have been hyped up on the Internet these days. The international pressure is the secretary and the committee members deal with all kinds of pressures, striving to isolate Huo Siran's injuries from these things. I believe the secretary also saw the nine rescued special forces soldiers. He was furious and angry and couldn't help but sigh that no matter how impulsive the action was, he had to admit the consequences. It was good.

Today's huge change originated from an arrest at Kyoto International Airport.

F Country. Military Representative Rui En disguised himself as an international airport for review and secretly returned to China. He was knocked out and detained directly.

The surveillance system near the coastal tunnel was destroyed, and no one knew what happened that day, but Rui's force was absolutely certain. However, after being arrested, Rui's sneered and explained, saying that Hoss was taking hostages out of compliance with the rules, so F just stopped him with force. In addition, the charge of disobeying military orders by military exercises was enough to dismiss him.

The incident was in a stalemate.

Deputy Secretary Cen got into the car. After driving for a while, he opened his eyes and ordered the assistant in front: "Call me and ask Siran."

The assistant quickly called the hospital and it was heard after a while.

"Hey?" The man's voice was still low and gentle, but he was much more sober than he had been a few days ago.

"I'm rushing to deal with the above things now. If you are in poor health, I told them that you want to avoid it for the time being. Do you have anything to tell me?"

"Don't have to have a big objection to me and the secretary, you know what to do."
Chapter completed!