The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

"General, undress."

After Mu Zhiming said this, Gu Heyan, who was standing beside the bed, turned a deaf ear.

Mu Zhiming had to call out again, "General?"

Gu Heyan came back to his senses, glanced at Mu Zhiming, quickly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and untied his belt with his uninjured hand.

......Mu Zhiming reacted, and hurriedly reached out to help, "I'm stupid, I didn't realize that the general's hand was injured, so it's inconvenient to undress, I'll undress for the general."

Gu Heyan: "...

Mu Zhiming:  …

"General, please put your left hand aside."

Gu Heyan's left hand was so stiff that it moved to his side, hanging in the air, not knowing how to put it down. Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "General don't have to be so nervous. Although I have never served others, I am not so stupid that I can't do a good job of undressing, and I won't cause you any wounds."

Gu Heyan:  …

Mu Zhiming helped him take off his outer robe, put it on the wooden frame of the bed, and untied the belt of his middle shirt for him, even carefully and slowly taking off his right half of the clothes. At this moment, Gu Heyan was sitting On the side of the bed, half of the chest and waist were bare, and the right arm wrapped in gauze was bent weakly against his arms, and the gauze had already been stained by the wound and lost its original white.

He is tall and straight and looks thin on weekdays. If he is holding an elegant ink painting fan, no one can't help but sigh the rhythm of the graceful son Xia Ziyue. Now that he has taken off his clothes, he has just revealed the mountains and dew.

But on this white body, there are scars everywhere.

Sword wounds, knife wounds, arrow wounds, and wounds that Mu Zhiming could not recognize.

The many scars are the hardships and crimes that Gu Heyan has endured in the past five years, and the guilt and loyalty that the annals of history may not record.

Mu Zhiming couldn't bear it anymore, sighed in his heart, sat down beside Gu Heyan, carefully raised Gu Heyan's right arm, and untied the gauze full of medicine smell for him, the **** wound that had not healed for a long time was whitened. The gauze was stuck, and it was difficult to remove it, so Mu Zhiming stared at it closely, tearing it a little bit for a long time.

Gu Heyan said, "It doesn't have to be this way."

Saying that, he stretched out his left hand, trying to tear the gauze off.

Mu Zhiming quickly grabbed Gu Heyan's wrist and stopped him from moving: "General, you can be unwilling to pamper yourself, but I can't."

Gu Heyan:  …

Mu Zhiming pulled Gu Heyan's left hand away and continued to carefully untie the gauze for his injured arm. After a while, the gauze was finally torn apart. Mu Zhiming took a long breath, then picked up the small celadon jar and dug out the ointment. Carefully apply it to the wound on Gu Heyan's right arm.

His movements were very light, like protecting fragile treasures, which made Gu Heyan very uncomfortable. Gu Heyan had never been taken care of like this before. He was sprained in martial arts practice when he was young, and he always put plaster on himself. Later, when he joined the army, he was even more inattentive. He even dared to take a shower with cold water with arrow wounds on his body.

When a person is used to enduring hardships and is suddenly treated gently by others, he will feel awkward. Gu Heyan felt awkward now, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "You don't need to be so careful, I don't hurt."

Mu Zhiming's movements were stagnant, he raised his eyes and glanced at Gu Heyan, and suddenly laughed helplessly, then lowered his head and continued to apply medicine to him, still very light.

Gu Heyan was wondering why he was laughing, Mu Zhiming hooked his lips and said: "On the first day of the year when I was six years old, I went to Wanfo Temple with my parents to burn incense and worship Buddha. When I was walking to the temple gate, I tripped over the threshold and fell heavily on the ground. On the ground, blood came out of my knees, and my mother and Caiwei were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and a group of people surrounded me, hugging me and coaxing me."

Mu Zhiming said that he had applied all the ointment in the small celadon jar to Gu Heyan's wound, he got up and brought out clean white gauze, and continued: "My father is always stern, and when he saw me crying, he cursed. , you, you, your life is so good, you are protected and pampered by others all day long, what is there to cry about?"

"At that time, I was young and didn't know how to behave, so I could say whatever comes to my mind." Mu Zhiming carefully wrapped the white gauze around Gu Heyan's wound, "I told my father, but even if someone pets and protects him, then The wound is indeed on the body, it is bleeding, it is hurting!"

Prince Yan raised his eyes and smiled brightly like Jiuqiuyue, so shocked that Jiuhua stayed in the world: "General, I know it hurts when someone is pampering and protecting you, how can you not hurt when no one is protecting you? "

The breeze swirled around the phoenix trees, the white clouds wrapped around Yingyan, Gu Heyan looked at Mu Zhiming's bright eyes, and sighed that he spent the rest of his life three autumns a day.

Mu Zhiming was holding Gu Heyan's hand to tie the gauze for him, when he heard him suddenly say, "Then what?"

"Then?" Mu Zhiming wondered.

Gu Heyan asked, "You fell, and then what?"

Mu Zhiming didn't expect Gu Heyan to be interested in his childhood. He guessed that it was too boring for the two of them to be silent, and to talk can transfer the pain of his arm, so he said: "And then... .I think about it... Later, my parents went to worship Buddha and burn incense. I had trouble moving because of my knee injury, so I sat in the meditation room to rest, accompanied by Caiwei. Caiwei was afraid that I would be hungry and told me not to run around and go out to buy I gave sugar gourd to eat, and then an old monk came to the meditation room with an amiable face. He smiled and said, "Son, it's you. I asked him suspiciously, do you know me?"

While speaking, Mu Zhiming had already bandaged Gu Heyan's injured arm. He lifted Gu Heyan's arm, looked back and forth, left and right, nodded with satisfaction, and thought to himself, "Fortunately, I have learned two tricks from Dr. Kuang. Ugly, but too embarrassing.

"He knows you?" Gu Heyan's voice suddenly sounded, Mu Zhiming raised his head and found Gu Heyan looking at him eagerly, waiting for him to continue.

"...Yes." Mu Zhiming hurriedly continued, "The old monk said, I saw you fall at the gate of the temple, and many people surrounded you. I said proudly, "Yes, everyone is right." I'm good, the old monk said, "Children, you can't take other people's goodness as something they should do."

"I didn't understand at the time, so I nodded. The old monk said again, I should be grateful to those who are really kind to you."

"I just asked him, how do I know if someone is really good to me?"

"The old monk thought about it and said, you will know that those hidden feelings in the years will be found by you eventually."

"It's over." Mu Zhiming smiled, "General, I'll help you get dressed."

Gu Heyan came back to his senses in a trance, and nodded lightly: "It's work."

Mu Zhiming first fastened the clothes belt for Gu Heyan, then picked it up and put it on the wooden frame of the bed. He grabbed the collar and pulled up the sleeves, and spread it out for Gu Heyan to put on.

During this period, Gu Heyan didn't say a word. Mu Zhiming asked him to stretch out his hand, and asked him to raise his head. When Mu Zhiming tied the jade belt around his waist for him, he couldn't help thinking: Why do you think he is so well-behaved?

No, no, Mu Zhiming, are you crazy? You actually use the word "beautiful" to describe Gu Heyan. It's time for Dr. Kuang to put a few needles in his skull!

"Okay." Mu Zhiming helped Gu Heyan get dressed, and proudly waved his hands back and forth, "It's not too well organized. If the general feels uncomfortable, he will have to trouble Juanniang to do it for you."

Gu Heyan murmured:

"Good."

"Since it's over, then I'll retire." Mu Zhiming smiled and folded his fists in salute, "I'll come back to disturb the general tomorrow."

Gu Heyan asked: "...will you come tomorrow?"

Mu Zhiming said: "This medicine will be used for twenty-four days, so I will visit every day in the following days, if the general is tired of me..."

Gu Heyan's voice was inaudible: "No."

Mu Zhiming continued with a smile: "It's not a good thing, but even if there is, you can only ask the general to endure it, after all, your health is important."