Golden Stage

【zero】

Sino kills, the blood light reflects the red sky, the wind blows the grass low, and the corpse of the arrow is broken everywhere. Wrapped in **** wind, he fluttered across the vast grasslands outside the Cypress and came to the man.

The man had a piercing arrow in his chest. The arrow was deeply embedded in the heart. Blood stained the snow-white collar under the armor, leaving only a slight undulation on his chest.

His face is hidden under the helmet and blood, because he has not been confused for many years, and has been in the frontier for many years. He has been covered with wind and frost for a long time, but he can see from the deep and clear eyebrows. Looks like.

He knelt beside the man, trying to reach out and wipe away the stain on his face, but the hand was easily penetrated like air—he only remembered that he was already dead for a long time. Ghost now.

The author has something to say: The man who was seriously injured may feel it, but he opened his eyes slightly, his pupils reflected the bleeding sky, and he had a nearly transparent shadow.

Seeing him, the man seemed to be stunned in disbelief, and then let go, his lips even pulled a gentle arc, and murmured: "I finally saw you again ..."

"You still ..." His eyes were staring at the ghostly man, his voice very soft and almost quaint, "... Do you recognize me?"

He didn't know what to say, so he raised his hand and gently "touched" it on his side.

Obviously nihilistic, but as if there was a cold air flowing over him. The man held up a hand, holding the empty ghost in the air in vain, as if holding the last trace of his lifetime: "Don't say seven years ... Zhong Yan, sorry, again sorry to keep you waiting."

He shook his head, opened his mouth and said something, but made no sound, looking at the mouth: "Don't die."

The man laughed, but the light in his eyes gradually dimmed: "I couldn't hold you, nor could I hold North Xinjiang. It's no pity to die.

"I'll meet you in the next spring, don't think I'm useless. I will not be a prince or grandson in the future, but I will only focus on loving you ... okay?"

Dark clouds swept from the distant sky, raindrops fell, passed through his void and transparent body, and fell on the man's face, like a cold tear, washing away the blood and dust from his face.

The hand took off, fell from the air, and dropped softly to the side.

"Don't die ..." He finally heard the hoarse voice that squeezed out of his throat. "Don't die, Ah Bong ..."

【one】

"Abong ..."

"Awake?" Someone stood up and exclaimed, "Call the doctor!"

Fu Tingxin was pulled back to the world by pain, raising his eyelids hard, white walls and lights, a touch of sterilized water, and various human voices quickly wrapped his five senses. All of a sudden he fell from a dream into a world of dust, and he was so noisy that he couldn't wait to comatose again.

He blinked, quickly adapted to the light and scene appearing in the field of vision, and began to perceive all over the body. He tried to bend his index finger and gradually regain control of the body. At the same time, he began to observe the surrounding environment and people. What happened so naturally and methodically seemed to be a kind of instinct that had been tempered for years and carved into the bones.

The next moment, a tall young man opened the door, strode into the ward, followed by a doctor and nurse trotting, Fu Tingxin heard the movement, raised his eyes suddenly, and caught sight of him unexpectedly.

Although he was much younger, it would never be mistaken for a face that had only appeared in his dreams.

There was an illusion of pattering rain in the ears, and the despair and pain that followed were so real, like the water of a dyke, it instantly fell to the top, and Fu Tingxin almost forgot how to pant. His mood fluctuated violently, and the eyes turned in circles, and the monitoring device at the bed immediately issued a "dipping" alarm sound. The man was originally nailed by his glance. At this moment, the movement was called back to the soul. Before he could think carefully about the disorder, he hurried to the bed: "how ..."

Before he could say anything, Fu Tingxin suddenly raised his head in cold sweat, and grabbed his hand.

The infusion needle was pulled together with the adhesive tape and brought out a small blood line, plum petals fell on the white quilt, but Fu Tingxin seemed to feel no pain, grabbed his hand, and the blue tendon bulged on the back The blood flowed to the cuffs, but still indomitably tried to get up from the bed: "A Feng ..."

The doctor hurried: "Hold him! Don't let him move!"

The man looked tall and thin, but he was very strong. After listening to the doctor's words, he pushed Fu Tingxin back to the bed, but his movements were not gentle. As he leaned closer, Fu Tingxin saw his bloodshot eyes through the lens, and his eyes were full of anger, just like the huge force holding his shoulders, and he even seemed unexplainable.

He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Who are you calling?"

Fu Tingxin was hesitated by him.

I don't know if it was angered, the man's voice was actually whispering, and Fu Tingxin inexplicably felt that he was about to cry next second.

"Who is 'Abong'? Do you know that you almost died? Still miss him!"

【two】

After the man hurried to the ground, the ward was quiet.

Fu Tingxin was lying straight on the hospital bed, with drips on his hands, bandages on his head, plaster cast on his legs, described as miserable, but he turned his head to face the figure standing in front of the window, humming: "Don't punish yourself there, and still be angry? I've lost all memory ..."

"You—" The popularity grew, and when he turned to meet his smile with a smile, the exploded hair softened again, and he stung for a long time before saying, "... I'm not angry."

"Huh huh, huh huh," Fu Tingxin said, "Wasn't you standing tired? Sit down and have a drink, don't hesitate."

"..."

Fu Tingxin was unfortunately injured in an explosion and suffered a concussion. He woke up after three days of coma. The doctor noticed that he had a memory disorder during the examination just now. He could n’t remember the past, and he could n’t remember his friends and family, including His own identity, also known as "amnesia."

But quite different from ordinary people, he said that he had a dream while in a coma. In the dream, he was a general named Fu Tingxin. After fighting the battlefield, he wandered on the grassland outside Saisi for seven years. Later, another war broke out on the prairie. The country to which he belonged was defeated. The leader of the army—that is, “A Feng” in his mouth—was shot in the chest by an enemy army. When he was dying, he saw Fu Tingxin.

"The man I dreamed of was the third son of the emperor, with the title 'Su King', surname Sun, and taboo '珞'. When his mother-in-law conceived him, she dreamed that the Bodhisattva tied a string of cymbals around her neck. Therefore, the name was taken from the word '珞'. For the blessing of the Bodhisattva, he was also given a milk name called 'A Feng'. "Fu Tingxin stared at him and asked," This ... friend, what is your surname? "

Sun Yan: "..."

"Sun Yun, 璎 珞 珞 珞," he coughed, and there was no silver in two hundred and two places to supplement: "I don't have a nickname."

"Without a nickname, there is no nickname, you use me so hard," Fu Tingxin remembered the last sentence of the dreamer, Pi Xiaorou said without smiling, "seeing you in a hurry, I do n’t know I thought I would give you Cuckold ... "

Sun Yan really wanted to rush to cover his mouth: "You're all amnesia, why are you talking so much ?!"

Fu Tingxin was idle and made him fun, but he just woke up and lost his energy. A few words ran out of his energy. He talked, and his eyelids fought, and his voice weakened: "You sit , I'll sleep for a while. "

"Um." Sun Yan went to close the ward door, sat down on the chair beside the bed, and pulled the quilt for him. "Sleep, I'll watch for you."

Most of Fu Tingxin's consciousness had fallen into chaos, but for some reason he suddenly said in a vague drowsiness, "Don't go."

As if a heavy hammer hit somewhere in his heart, Sun Yan stared at his sleeping face, and he paused for a long time before he got what he said.

"I won't leave." He lowered his head and kissed Fu Tingxin's right-handed needle gently, and said quietly and solemnly, "I will never leave again."

[Three]

Fu Tingxin slept for days and nights, and Sun Xie was with him during the day and night. When he was awake, he told him the family background of the Fu family and the past of the two. Sun Xie ’s work was all while he was resting. deal with. Fu Tingxin is not stupid to wait for so many days to stay in step and stay undressed. In the life he spent in his dreams, he and His Royal Highness Su just left a couple status. He knew exactly what Sun Yan liked when he was alone.

Such tenderness and thoughtfulness, resentment and resentment, absolutely secretly fell in love with him and did not run away.

According to Sun Yan, Sun and Fu are world friends. The Sun family is in politics and the Fu family is in the army. The two grew up playing small pieces together. They are so good that they can wear a pair of pants. After graduating from high school, Sun Zheng was admitted to the top domestic university, while Fu Tingxin was drafted into the army and joined the army.

The Sun family is a large family, and internal factional struggles are fierce. He started his own business when he was a university student. After graduation, the company merged with his uncle's Taihe Group and became a group director himself. Fu Tingxin was selected three years after joining the army and entered a special brigade of the Northwest Military Region.

A few days ago, during a confidential mission abroad, a sudden emergency occurred. Fu Tingxin was affected by the explosion, was seriously injured, fell into a coma, and was rushed back to China for treatment. Sun Yan almost went crazy when he heard the news from his home. He dropped off his work and rushed to the northwest overnight. He was worried that the medical conditions there were not good, and asked him to transfer him back to the Capital Forces Hospital. As long as Fu Tingxin was unconscious, he stayed in the hospital for so long.

But I did not expect Fu Tingxin to return to the earth with a lifetime of death, but forgot him.

In fact, we can't say forget. He recognized Sun Xun's face and called his name, but Sun Xun did not have the nickname "A Feng". Fu Tingxin's reaction when he was in a coma has left a must in his heart. The concern that the dreamer can get cannot be applied to him as an outsider.

Those childish and adolescent years have been stolen, leaving two adults with dusty faces in the air, looking across a large blank space, looking at each other silently.

[]

That evening, two special guests came in the hospital. Sun Yan went out to answer the phone, and waited for a while at the elevator door. After a while, he saw a little bean with no leg length coming out of the car, and shouted affectionately, "Uncle Sun!"

"Ah." Sun Yan leaned over and hugged him, and drew his arms in his arms, rare smile: "Look longer, heavier than before."

He looked down at the child who came out behind him, but he did not expect that he would come. The two eyes were opposite, and the child said hello to him quietly: "Uncle San."

Sun Wei is an elder, and he ca n’t hang on his face if he has doubts, so he nodded toward him, and said to the driver who followed him, “I ’ll take my child over.”

The driver was an old man of the Fu family, and naturally knew Sun Wei, smiled at him with restraint, and consciously waited in the corridor. Sun Huan hugged one, led one, and returned to the ward. Fu Tingxin was leaning against the bedside to turn the Rubik's cube, he was playing with a gun, his hand almost turned out of the afterimage. As soon as he saw him, Diaodou Ding, who was holding him, twisted to the ground and said, "Second uncle!"

"Yo, who is this here?" Fu Tingxin put down the Rubik's cube and smiled and opened his hand to hold it. Sun Yan gently placed the child next to him and told him, "Be careful not to touch the wound."

"Uncle, my dad said you have lost memory," Xiaodou Ding stared at the grape-like black eyes, and looked at him with water. "Don't you know me?"

Although Fu Tingxin couldn't remember the past, in the dream, the child grew up. He didn't expect this gadget to know what "amnesia" was, and said with a smile: "Why don't you know, the second uncle forgot who, and we can't forget our family Xiaoshen."

Fu Shen heard the words, but he didn't look a little happy. Instead, he pulled his eyebrows down and sighed sadly.

Fu Tingxin: "What's wrong baby?"

I saw a tear in Fu Shen's eyes and turned to the child standing at the end of the bed and said, "Brother, my uncle is really amnesia."

Fu Tingxin and Sun Yan are all together.

The child quickly came over, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his face, and comforted him likewise: "He knows you. Didn't he make you Xiaoshen?"

Fu Shenxi said tragically: "But he didn't do that before, he called me the second sister-in-law."

Fu Tingxin: "..."

Sun Yan shook her mouth and turned around.

Fu Tingxin didn't have much contact with his big nephew. When he went home to visit relatives the year before last, he played with him crazy for half a month. At that time, there was no child next to him. Fu Shen was especially close to him. In order to amuse him, Fu Tingxin often called him the second sister. , I did not expect this little bean bag has been remembered until now.

Fu Tingxin lamented: "I really read you right ..."

The child was a little deeper than Fu, and he could already see the handsome silhouette in the future, but he was very gentle and patient with the two sister-in-law, holding his hand to coax him: "The second sister-in-law is not good, Xiaoshen is good."

Fu Shen has been coming and going, and said softly, "Your name is also good."

Fu Tingxin was amused by the two of them, and asked Sun Yan with a smile: "Whose child is this?"

Sun Yan's eyes glanced across the child without any traces, and he said as if nothing happened: "It is my nephew, called Yan Xiaohan. He is in the same elementary school as Xiaoshen."

As soon as he heard the surname, Fu Tingxin knew that he had inside information and thoughtfully did not say anything. He teased the two children for a while, and when he saw that it was not too early, he urged Sun Yi to send them back.

Sun Zheng took one in one hand and took them downstairs. When he returned to the ward, he saw Fu Tingxin facing the sunset in a daze.

In a serious illness, he lost a lot of weight, leaving only a thin layer of flesh around the bones, but the outline seemed to be cut out, becoming sharper and more arrogant.

This look is exactly the same as the boy in Sun Yi's memory.

He stood in the twilight everywhere, and for the first time realized the meaning of "regret".

Fu Tingxin's lost memories don't know if he can get them back, but the time he lost because of a single thought can never be found back.

[Wu]

Fu Tingxin's ears were sharp. Although he was in a daze, he quickly found Sun Yan. He turned his head from the hospital bed: "Sent away? Come and rest for a while."

Sun Yan covered the door and sat down next to the bed: "Yan Xiaohan's child is the illegitimate son of my second brother. His mother's identity is complex and he can't tell for a while. His mother died last year. I picked him back, did n’t change his last name, and I do n’t plan to let him inherit the family business. If you think he ... ”

"I think it's good," Fu Tingxin interrupted him, and said casually, "Fu Shengang is a little bit older, and he is not in a hurry to make connections. He likes to play with anyone, don't think about it."

Sun Yan: "Yes."

Fu Tingxin glanced at him and said, "And it's nice to have a young guy who grew up together. You see that I lay for so many days, it's all after you ran for me before, but my brother did the same."

The lens was a bit reflective, covering his eyes, but Fu Tingxin apparently felt that for a moment, Sun Yan seemed to dodge.

no.

Sun Yan's eyes dropped, avoiding his sight, and said silently in his heart: "It's not that I'm not small, and I never consider you just as a" brother. "

【land】

Fu Tingxin even suffered a concussion with a leg injury and was lying in the hospital for three months before being allowed to leave the hospital. Unfortunately, his amnesia was still not cured and he was naturally unable to stay in the army. Immediately before leaving the hospital, his superiors visited him once. The two talked in the ward for one morning. Later, Fu Tingxin asked Sun Yi to make a veteran application for him and completely took off his military uniform.

He was brought back to his apartment by Sun Yan. No one in the Fu family expressed surprise or opposition to this. Fu Tingxin was lying on the clean and soft double bed in the guest bedroom, and he heard Sun Yan said, "Your injury will have to be raised for a period of time. It is not safe to live by yourself. It is convenient for me to take care of you here. Don't go outside."

Fu Tingxin nodded, sneering in his heart: "Pretend, then pretend, I see when you can pretend."

Fu Tingxin just lost her memory and did not lose her IQ. Sun Xuan's thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness are all in his eyes, and this person's ten out of ten's just mean that to him. But in Sun Yan's description, the two are exactly a pair of 24k pure good brothers, who are harmonious and friendly, and there is no difference.

Fu Tingxin almost believed that he was secretly in love with himself, but he didn't dare to say it. However, when he chatted with the captain that day, he accidentally heard that the captain mentioned that he had been in the army before, in order to avoid specialization, and had not called or sent letters to his home for several years. Fu Tingxin felt a bit weird. After asking a few words, he realized that he had never mentioned his family background in the team, and never mentioned to anyone "sun brother" "good brother".

He kept his mind, and inquired carefully when his elder brother Fu Tingzhong came to visit, only to know that he had completely lost contact with Sun Yi since the army. At that time, the family thought they were in trouble.

This is unreasonable-Sun Yan treats him like he owed him in his last life. If there is no contradiction between the two, he will not be able to bear for several years without contacting Fu Tingxin.

Seven years later, Wu had no news, but was able to rush to the northwest as soon as he learned that he was injured. The feelings are not deep, so why are they bothering? If Fu Tingxin was not injured, will he never have any contact with him during his service?

Fu Tingxin had a big brain and wrote and directed a series of dog blood series. He also remembered all the experiences in his dreams. He guessed for a while in the clouds and fog, and it wasn't until Sun Yi came knocking on the door to ask him to eat. Lazily said "Come in."

Sun Yan pushed the door into the house, wearing the simplest white shirt and suit trousers. He didn't wear glasses when he was at home, his eyebrows were suddenly sharp without covering his eyes, but his eyes fell on Fu Tingxin's body very softly: "Rise. Today is fine, take you down for a walk after dinner, okay?"

Fu Tingxin listened to him as if he was coaxing a child. He was very playful, stretched his hands, and hummed, "Can't get up."

Sun Yan walked a little funny to pull him to get up, Fu Tingxin followed his strength, swayed his upper body swaying, Sun Yuan just relaxed, he planted back to the pillow without a bone.

Fu Tingxin deliberately acted rogue, and Sun Zheng pulled him again in pampering. This time, before Fu Tingxin fell, he took the man into his arms, and the hand circle on his back did not let him run. The giant panda hugging the breeder's thigh whimpered on him and refused to live.

The two got into a mess in the room, and finally Sun Yun carried Fu Tingxin out of the room, and then put it down at the entrance of the stairs-because there was a babysitter downstairs.

The nanny didn't find the two upstairs upstairs, but just reminded Sun Yi when he set the meal, "Sir, your cell phone just rang, it seems there is a phone call."

Fu Tingxin sat at the table and drank soup. Occasionally, Yu Guang peeked at Sun Wei, who was standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window. He listened to him speaking in a very different calm tone, and suddenly a suspicion emerged in his heart. ——

Sun Ying shouldn't think he was homophobic, so he didn't dare to contact him. Even when he lost his memory, he only dared to tell him that the two were iron and porcelain.

Is it ... he had confessed to himself before the memory loss?

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