Golden Stage

At about noon the next day, Yan Xiaohan stepped into the air in a dream and suddenly woke up.

He lay flat on the bed of the inn, and everywhere he saw it was a plain blue gauze tent. The quilt was sternly pressed to his chin. His body was not **, and his coat was well on him.

Yan Xiaohan's eyes stared at the top of his head for a while, and then he remembered the last night's sufferings in a severe headache. He first stumbled into a trap, and was rescued and taken away. He was stunned for a while and waited to wake up. Fu Shen appeared in front of his bed ... Followed by a long period of delusion and clouds, he was on the verge of losing control, and many details of his memory were confusing, but he could not forget the kind of joy that was almost carved into the bone marrow. Pleasure.

Wait ... Fu Shen?

He subconsciously reached out and touched the side. The bed on the other side was already cold and empty. Yan Xiaohan's heart suddenly twisted like a man, his face turned pale, he opened the quilt and stumbled off the bed, without even shoes. Wear it and ran out barefoot.

What about people? !!

Is it because he has a ridiculous dream, or is it true? How could Fu Shen suddenly appear here? The man who lingered with him last night ... who is it?

He was stimulated too much by the medicine, so far his brain was still stunned, his memory and thinking were confused, and he didn't notice many obvious marks.

Fu Shen happened to be walking upstairs with a few paper bags, and the two came face to face at the stairs. He didn't wear a mask, and that undisguised, sharp-looking face crashed into Yan Xiaohan's pupil so suddenly.

"Wake up?" As soon as he lifted his eyelids, he changed the medicine bag to his left hand, and asked blandly and naturally, "Why run out without shoes?"

Yan Xiaohan's eyes quickly became red, and he flew over to hug him fiercely.

"Oh, lightly ..." Fu Shen patted his slightly trembling spine with his empty hand, "You will be broken by the waist."

The words were straightforward, he paused first, and felt that the words seemed a bit wrong.

"It's you ..." Yan Xiaohan murmured, "I thought ... I'm stupid at home ..."

The word "ren" is the same as "person", Sanshui is "miao", "ren miao" is actually a radical of the word "fushen", and the hidden skills, even the so-called "Miss Meng" ... so Many obvious clues lay before him, but he turned a blind eye like a blind man.

If it wasn't for last night that he was in danger, Fu Shen would have to reveal his identity by himself. When will he be able to recognize this day-to-day pillow?

Fu Shen could not help but "can't be clever."

He walked along Yan Xiaohan's back as if holding an older child, and when he was a little calmer, he took his cold hand, led him back to the house, and pressed him on the bed: "On the ground It's cold, don't go crazy, go back and sit. I'll go downstairs to find some decoction, and by the way, ask Xiao Er to bring hot water. "

Seeing Yan Xiaohan's thoughts, his face couldn't react, Fu Shen couldn't rest assured, leaned over and kissed him on the side of his face, and said, "I'll be right back."

Physical contact is more effective than speech. Yan Xiaohan's dead eyes finally a little lively, his ears are reddish, and he touched Fu Shen's cheek with his back: "Well, go."

He seemed to finally wake up from the upside-down nightmare. The numbness caused by the high stimulus was gradually replaced by the pain, and the antecedents and consequences were connected in a line in his mind. The ground-minded reason was picked up again, pieced together, and then smashed down by innumerable shocking lively maggots.

Yan Xiaohan: "..."

He used to worry about Fu Shen's body. He didn't dare to do anything on the night of the cave. He did it all last night.

I don't know if he can eat his knees ...

As if thunder and lightning exploded in his head, he suddenly remembered something that had been customary since he woke up-Fu Shen stood up!

"Squeak" a door opened, Fu Shen walked in and was caught by Yan Xiaohan before he opened his mouth: "Jing Yuan ... what's going on with your legs?"

"Oh, finally remembered it?" Fu Shenzhang opened his clothes and showed him the special black boots. "Made by Armed Forces, I can walk as usual after putting on. Rest assured, I am not walking with my feet now, yes No leg injury. "

His legs were long and straight, and his feet were raised a few inches by iron plates. He stood almost flush with Yan Xiaohan, with tight black boots and three black silver iron buckles. Long and upright, almost a "temptation" to walk.

Yan Xiaohan coughed uncomfortably. As soon as he thought about it, the headache worsened, and he held back and said, "Yesterday, that's not right. You had run for a day in the rain so heavy? You usually couldn't sleep in the rain on a cloudy day at home. You ... "

Fu Shen blocked his mouth: "I took the medicine and Du Leng provided it. The calf was numb after eating. I didn't feel it. I didn't need a calf to walk anyway. It was all right and I didn't lie to you."

"Why don't you have this panacea before you take it early, but wait until then?" Yan Xiaohan refused to be fooled, "don't pretend to be okay to relax my heart."

Fu Shen said, and then surrendered, "Okay, there is actually a point ... When I found you yesterday, I told you that I was particularly sleepy, remember? I will be sleepy after taking the medicine, and I will wake up after you wake up, you Everyone has gone clean. "

"Blame me," Yan Xiaohan rubbed his temples and said exhaustedly, "if I could recognize you earlier, I wouldn't let you suffer so much."

Fu Shen was most reluctant to listen to this kind of words. He was about to have an attack. He looked ashamed and held his nose. "Fuck me, think about yourself first. I went to Langzhong in the morning and asked you. The medicine is Bai Lusan. There is no doubt that this thing is addictive with one use, and it is difficult to quit. You send a letter to Qi Wang, don't do this errand, come back to Beijing to cure me, okay? "

"Why is Bai Lusan here?" Yan Xiaohan asked. "The Bai Lusan in Beijing was brought by the Pure Yang Taoist. Is this the place where Bai Lusan originated?"

Fu Shen said: "You care whether he is Bailusan or Helusan. The addiction to this thing is terrible. You know better than me. Heal yourself first and then let others live or die!"

Yan Xiaohan shook his head: "Jing Yuan, if this matter is you, you will follow up."

"Change another fart!" Fu Shen's Huo Teng came to the ground. "What's the difference between this broken thing falling on you and my own? The people in the world can't live without you or what? You have to die!"

He remembered it after he had scolded him. The doctor had told him that the person in Bai Lusan was irritated to the brain during the attack. After the effect of the medicine subsided, he would have forgetfulness, confusion, delirium, and depression. It can't be anxious, but can only accompany him patiently to help him gradually withdraw, which is a tricky trick.

——For Fu Shen, it is the old cow pulling the broken car.

Yan Xiaohan didn't have the energy to argue with him. Fu Shen was right, except that he couldn't hear anything now. It seemed like a watermelon was on his neck, and even thinking became a very difficult and painful thing. Of course he knew that silence would only make the atmosphere between the two worse, but the turbulent heart was tired and tired, and there was nowhere to complain about the depression filling his chest. He couldn't help but try to save anything. .

Fu Shen stood up with a frown, just when Yan Xiaohan thought he would fall by the door, but those black boots stopped in front of the bed: "Forget it ... if you do n’t, do n’t return, I ca n’t cure you Now. "

Xinxian seemed to be dialed inadvertently, Yan Xiaohan responded slowly looking up at him, astonished like a distant tide. Although he had not reached the shore, he could feel a faint tremor.

Fu Shen pinched the tip of his ear arrogantly, showing his affection: "If you don't go back to Beijing, you have to follow me obediently. You shouldn't run around. You should take medicine and medicine.

Yan Xiaohan nodded subconsciously. Fu Shen bowed and kissed him at the eyebrow: "It's okay, don't be afraid, obedient, everything is mine."

He has a strange and reassuring calmness, which may be the gas field trained by the soldiers for many years, making Yan Xiaohan feel that even if the sky is falling apart and Fu Shen is present, he can find a peaceful place for him.

In fact, Fu Shen also had an exclusive desire, but it was not obvious. He looked faint when Yan Xiao coldly jumped around, and only then did he burst out in a brain. The only thought in my heart is that whether in Beijing or Jingzhou, this person must stay under his eyelids, and as for Qi Wang and errands, fuck.

At this moment, the second door knocking sounded: "Guest, hot water is coming!"

With the hot water coming in, there was a table of dishes. After Yan Xiaohan took a bath, he walked out with half-dry hair twisted with a towel, and looked at a pot of dark tea-colored hot soup on the table. "what is this?"

Fu Shen gave him a bowl and said frankly, "I'm going to supplement the soup deliberately, aren't your waist sour?"

As soon as Yan Xiaohan heard the word "make up", a suspicious blush appeared in the ears. He was only wearing single clothes, and the skin on his chest and neck was exposed, so the redness was particularly noticeable. Fu Shen was almost blinded by him, and while consciously or unconsciously, at the same time felt that he was slightly embarrassed and pitiful and cute.

He raised the bowl and sipped the soup, feeling that the taste was barely acceptable. He took a piece of clothes from the side and put on Yan Xiaohan, greeting him to sit down for dinner.

The roles of the two people suddenly seem to be reversed. Before Yan Xiaohan took care of Fu Shen without much care, now Fu Shen is so meticulous and considerate.

Especially for a man who is usually rough-handed, this careful and thoughtfulness is especially valuable.

Yan Xiaohan felt a bit of an unknown taste, not entirely sweet, and seemed a bit bitter. He should have come to take care of Fu Shen, but instead let him run around in the heavy rain, waiting for him to rescue, relieve the healing power on him, and let him exhaust his energy for himself ...

Ego-denying grows wild like weeds, and suddenly a white steam rises in front of him. He takes a closer look, and a bowl of tonic soup is handed to him.

He reached out subconsciously to take over, and saw Fu Shen pick up the bowl on his hand, and touched him gently, hitting a "ding" with a crisp sound, soaring to the heavens: "Do it."

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