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"It's too hot, it's not easy to heal." Zhou Lan leaned forward, watching the military doctor change He Si's dressing, the wound on his arm was uneven despite a few stitches, "Today is better than yesterday."

"It's okay." He Si glanced at his wound and didn't take it seriously. The bullet brushed past, the ballistic injury, and the wound was missing a piece of flesh, so it didn't grow smoothly, but it would heal. Seeing that the military doctor had tied the gauze, He told the other party to go out, "It's none of your business, just rest."

As soon as the military doctor left, his eyes rolled and he muttered softly, "It seems a little tight."

"Go and call Xiao Shen back!" Zhou Lan ordered the orderly.

As soon as the orderly went out, He Si yelled "No need!"

"Just untie the joint again," he said, and he pulled it off, but it was not something that could be tied by hand.

So he raised his head and looked at Zhou Lan innocently: "Tuan Zuo, tie it for me."

He was sitting and Zhou Lan was standing.

Zhou Lan turned to look at him, just about to open her mouth.

I heard He Si whispered: "Is it okay?"

He doesn't know what's wrong with He Si recently. Since he talked about marriage in Tianjin last time, He Si seems to be bewitched. Not only is he not disheartened, but he is full of vitality.

Moreover, he recently discovered that the other party has not only improved in pushing his nose on his face, but also from time to time, he will surprise him with a flirtatious flirt.

Zhou Lan looks gentle, but he is actually a tough and strong-tempered person. His methods of beating and killing will definitely not work against He Si, and he has also used the method of punishing his heart. Love is born again when the spring breeze blows from time to time.

Zhou Lan lost his temper after acting like a baby.

It's a blessing in disguise, but through Shumei, He Si understood Zhou Lan from another angle - this person is not indestructible, once he feels guilty towards his own people, the kind of sincerely treating his own people, It will really be reciprocated.

"You have good marksmanship," Zhou Lan sat down anyway, and rewrapped the bandage around He Si's muscular arm. "I really want to hit him, and I won't miss him at all."

"Well," He Si turned his head to look at his fingers, they didn't look like the hands holding the gun at all, the hands were white, making his arms very black, and the fingers were slender, with slight knuckles, good-looking but not without hands With great strength, his fingertips occasionally brushed his arm, and goose bumps appeared on his arm. He looked up at the other person's face and said, "I can't shoot at Big Brother."

After Zhou Lan tied it up, she withdrew her hand and looked at him.

"He was very kind to me back then," He Si stared at him, "and you were reluctant."

Zhou Lan sighed, lowered her head, the small living room of the regiment headquarters, the two of them sat on this big sofa, looked very empty.

"I don't know if you are really short-sighted." Zhou Lan lowered his head, put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it himself, and exhaled the smoke. He continued, "If I like someone, I will try my best to kill the rival. Rather than not even daring to move the hair."

But he immediately turned his face to look at He Si: "I don't really want you to kill him."

"I understand," He Si looked at him calmly, and then continued, "If the elder brother were changed, he would do this. But I can't, because you still like him, and you will be sad if he dies or gets hurt. "

Zhou Lan lowered her head and smoked. At first she didn't say a word, but then she muttered very unconfidently: "I said I don't like it."

The sun shines through the tulle, filtering out the glare and diffusing into the room. Zhou Lan lowered his head to smoke, worrying about something, and furrowed his brows.

Raising his hand to hold his eyebrows, He Si is like a penance monk, with half of his shirt hanging and half naked, he does not spare the pain, lifts his injured arm, and moves his fingers lightly: "Don't frown, think about it." There is always a way together.”

"Don't touch me." Zhou Lan waved his arm.

He was upset, and with strength in his hand, he just hit He Si's wound, and He Si took a breath in pain.

Zhou Lan stopped immediately and approached him: "It hurts?"

Zhou Lan observed his expression, and he observed Zhou Lan's face in turn.

The two are very close.

"Actually, you love me too," He Si said, "I can feel it."

He leaned so close and whispered love words, which made Zhou Lan feel very confused.

Zhou Lan turned his head to hide, but He Si put his arms around the back of his neck and wrapped his other arm around his waist.

He kissed lightly, glanced at him after a kiss, and finally turned into a lingering kiss. Zhou Lan felt unhappy, and didn't know how long the other party would be obsessed.

The other party kissed him and pulled him, but he didn't use much strength. As long as he wanted, he could break free.

He Si's skin is hot, even hotter than the weather in June. With the firepower of a young man, he strokes his upper waist and back all the way, and he can feel the steam through his shirt.

And his mouth carried the fresh breath of a young man, gently pecking and sucking him, and the breath between his mouth and nose fell on his face.

The time was quiet and the room was peaceful, and he suddenly enjoyed this tranquility and safety.

And the sincerity of young people.

As soon as his heart softened, He Si seemed to be aware of it, and hugged him with both hands even more.

"Don't touch!" Zhou Lan blocked it.

"It hurts," He Si moved his arm, but he didn't flinch.

He Si suddenly realized something was wrong——

He has been close to Zhou Lan many times, and Zhou Lan does not refuse, but Zhou Lan has no desire, and has not given him any response in this regard.

But today Zhou Lan is different, very different.

Opening his eyes from the kiss, Zhou Lan also realized the changes in himself—his body, prior to his spirit, seemed to be interested in this young man.

Zhou Lanneng pushed the opponent away, almost pushed He Si over, stood up quickly, and quickly buttoned up.

"What's wrong?" He Si asked, "You clearly thought about it."

Zhou Lan didn't look at him, and adjusted the position of his belt, "I used to think that you liked me unilaterally, and I owe you that. I have slept with many people, and I have been slept with by many people. If you want it, I will give it to you. It's no big deal. "

After finishing speaking, he looked back at He Si, he picked up the shirt on the ground and threw it on the other party.

Zhou Lan walked to the door of the small living room, turned around and said, "Now I don't think I owe you so much."

He Si sat in a daze for a while, and gradually tasted the implication in Zhou Lan's words, and his heart throbbed belatedly.

"Did he fall in love with me a little bit?" His heart was beating wildly.

He Si was right.

Zhou Lan himself realized it.

But this made He Si excited, but Zhou Lan panicked.

He likes Du Yunfeng, he knows it himself, he likes him so much that he doesn't dare to see him, how can he survive the revenge of killing his father in this life?He and Du Yunfeng can't cross this hurdle, and if they don't see each other, they can have fantasies in their hearts and think about his good times.

But he also has He Si in his heart. In the past two years, he has never given up, no matter what he does, he can't go away, warming him, protecting him, and loving him.

Du Yunfeng gave him the companionship of a young man with bamboo horses around the bed, and the passionate love at the beginning of his relationship, while He Si gave him the most practical companionship and never-betrayal loyalty.

Du Yunfeng really liked him, and he really liked him, so he was willing to die for him.

He Si also really likes him, and he is not a rock, he will always be tempted for a long time.

But also because of this, he can't use the other party as a tool to vent his desire when the desire comes.

Because, he never thought of being with He Si for a long time.

That silly boy has already sunk deeply, and if he goes any further, he will really be connected with his flesh and blood.

Du Yunfeng had already grown in his heart, pulled so bloody that it was about to break. If He Si went one step further and really became a piece of his flesh, even if he could bear the pain to cut it off, would he still be able to live with this piece of flesh?

From the heart to the body, taking this step forward, many things will change, and there is no way to go back on your word.

The anger in his body can be turned off by anyone, but He Si can't provoke him. Once bitten by a snake, he is afraid of well ropes for ten years. When he thinks of "loving" someone, his courage will be broken.

So Zhou Lan began to avoid He Si. As the leader of the dignified regiment, he avoided his security squad leader.

He took his orderlies and ran to Maying early in the morning. He Si came in at normal breakfast time, and there was no one in the regiment headquarters.

Ma Yulin reported that the arsenal had checked the inventory, and there were quite a lot of bullets, but they were all medium-sized ones, and they still had more than 2000 [-] caps, which were probably to be used as fire sticks.

The old horse talked about this gun for a while, and that gun for a while.

Zhou Lan listened, with guns and guns in his ears and mind.

"If it's a gun, you have to stand up!" The old horse was full of anger, and the big horse sat on the wooden stool with a golden knife, "We can't always be suffocated in the 29th Army's siege, the smoke and dirt will not pass, and they will grab the gun. If we hadn’t been our own people, we would have said it earlier, and if we really started to do it, none of their divisions would be our opponents!”

Zhou Lan nodded, but said nothing.

"Tuan Zuo, 29 rounds of ammunition!" The old horse leaned over, not understanding how Zhou Lan was so calm, "When did the [-]th Army beat our opponent? He Si was also injured, can you swallow it?" This breath?"

When Zhou Lan heard him talking about bullets, he turned his head around the word "gun". If someone said it was a gun, he had to stand up. At the same time, he was distracted and repeated, "Can you swallow this breath?"

"That's right!" Ma Yulin slapped the table, and Zhou Lan was taken aback. Zhou Lan said, "What are you doing?"

"Hey, Tuan Zuo, I'm a rough person," Ma Yulin immediately apologized, "Is it worth it for Squad Leader He?"

"Why are you talking about him again?" Zhou Lan hurriedly stood up, he had been up early in the morning to avoid He Si in order to be quiet, this is good, Ma Yulin seems to be on the upper body, don't talk about weapons, always Pull on He Si.

He was pacing up and down the room irritably. He was already irritated in the hot weather, and he was very upset for no reason. He pointed at Ma Yulin and said, "Speak seriously!"

Ma Yulin couldn't figure out why he was being dishonest, and he looked at Zhou Lan in astonishment, shaking back and forth in front of his eyes: "Tuan Zuo, what am I saying, it's our bullet, and Squad Leader He followed you to pick up the goods in person , The cover in Tianjin was good, but I was wondering why I ran into someone from the 29th Army so hard, and besides, Squad Leader He has been following you all the time, so you feel sorry for him when he is injured, don't you?"

"I feel bad for a fart!" Zhou Lan stood still in front of Ma Yulin, "Why should I feel bad for him?"

Zhou Lan's nameless Ma Yulin was caught off guard and didn't know what the problem was. He spread his hands and was about to shrug his shoulders to look innocent, but his eyes froze, and he shrugged halfway. His image was not to mention weird and wretched.

Following his gaze, Zhou Lan lowered her head.

He actually pitched the tent again!

Zhou Lan turned sideways, and Ma Yulin understood, and immediately looked away, coughing a few times pretending not to know, "Then what?" Don't feel bad for him, we don't feel bad for him."

Zhou Lan was embarrassed and angry, and it was not suitable for him to leave the camp immediately. He straightened his trouser waist and explained: "It's worn out by walking."

"Oh." The old horse replied, thinking who he wanted to deceive, it would be hard to walk, why would everyone carry guns when marching in the future.

Zhou Lan found a sofa and sat down, nestled herself up, and forcibly calmed down.

"Tuan Zuo," the old horse came from here, "it's normal for you to have high firepower at your age, and it's impossible if you don't have anyone around you."

"Shut up, please." As soon as Zhou Lan closed his eyes, he didn't want to continue this topic. He was in a mess, and he didn't know which string was wrong. Have a reaction?

Is there no one around me for too long?

It is rare for the old horse to have a tacit understanding.Serving as a soldier does not delay his life, his wife and children stay in the countryside of Hebei, and when he can't take it anymore, he goes out to deal with it randomly, but he has never seen Zhou Lan go there, nor has he seen a woman around Zhou Lan.In the past, when the old man from Black Eagle Mountain was around, some people said that Zhou Lan and Du Yunfeng were not just brothers.

The old horse doesn't spread gossip, and judging from all the signs, he thinks it might really be the case.

But Adjutant Du is already old Huangli, it happened several years ago, and I have never seen Zhou Lan get close to any woman or man.

No, he didn't just stay with He Si for nothing.

Ma Yulin's heart suddenly brightened, and he figured out something.

"Tuan Zuo," he said cheekily again, "let's not talk about official business, let's talk about our own."

"Shut up!" Zhou Lan lifted his forehead and sighed. If it is convenient for him to stand up and walk, he will add Ma Yulin's name to his dodge list now.

Ma Yulin was happy, said to wait a moment, and ran out, and ran back after a while, pulling his leader to the window, "Tuan Zuo, you choose one."

It turned out that there were a bunch of good guys outside, some were tall and some were short, some were strong and some were thin;

Under the sun, they were all shirtless, wearing big shorts underneath, and each of them was splashed with a bucket of cold water from head to toe.

"These boys, they just take a shower when it's hot. I'll let them take a shower in my yard. Leader, you can take whichever you like."

"Take it away?" Zhou Lan asked.

"It's okay if you don't take it away. The room where I sleep is in the backyard. I'll let them lie down on the bed and wait for you."

Ma Yulin was straight and rough, which made Zhou Lan feel embarrassed all of a sudden.

"Old horse," Zhou Lan looked at the white and beautiful body under Yangguan, and the desire that had been suppressed for a long time was about to move, "Is your own soldier so harmful?"

"Hey! Tuan Zuo!" Lao Ma felt that he was misunderstood. These soldiers were his fault, but because of this, he knew very well that the people he picked were more or less inclined in that direction, or Suspected to have that tendency, "It's their honor to be able to serve you. Some people wish they could. If there are those who really don't understand, I'll tie them up and send them to you."

Zhou Lan didn't speak, he had almost forgotten this human instinct.

When the weather is hot, Lao Ma's yard will "dry water". Several large tanks are exposed to the sun for a day. The cold well water pumped in in the morning is hotter than body temperature, and it is very comfortable to take a bath at night.

In the middle of the noon, the water was still a bit chilly, and the group of boys gathered around a few tanks, unaware that in the quiet house behind them, there were eyes watching them through the translucent curtains.

Some people were frolicking, and those who owed each other watered each other, and some people went down a bucket and yelled to cool off.

Standing by the water tank on the farthest side was an unsociable figure with a tall stature, probably because the water tank was still in the shade early in the morning and could not see the sun, so Zhou Lan felt that his body trembled when he poured it down. After a while of coolness, I saw the man flicking his hair like a dog, the water droplets splashed, he raised his hand to stroke his hair back, and suddenly turned his head as if feeling something.

Zhou Lan saw his side profile, half of it, and then the whole face. The wet hair was thrown back, his face was thin and his neck was strong. He was a guy with strong muscles and bones. The wet trousers fell down, sticking to the thighs, showing the outline of a big guy.

Out of a group of foolish little soldiers, he was the only one who turned his head and stared at the window thoughtfully for a moment.

Zhou Lan looked at him through the curtains. Seeing that it was a group seat, the big man suddenly smiled with red lips and white teeth.

Lao Ma looked at Tuan Zuo quietly, only to see Tuan Zuo licked his lips.

"That's Ma Guoxiang," the old horse tentatively said, a native of Hebei, "he looks good, and has a little temper."

Zhou Lan lowered her gaze: "Anyone has no temper with me."

Sure enough, Ma Guoxiang lost his temper in front of Zhou Lan, and even lost his strength.

The battalion commander talked to him and said that he wanted to "use him", but he expressed his displeasure on the spot.Battalion Commander Ma smiled and clapped his hands, a group of personal soldiers rushed in and pushed him down and tied him up.

The guards in the backyard stood guard far away, and the battalion commander ordered not to approach, and not to say anything if they heard it, otherwise they would cut their tongues.

When Zhou Lan entered the room and pulled out the cloth ball from Ma Guoxiang's mouth, his first words were: "Don't waste your energy, no one will come if you shout."

Ma Guoxiang originally thought it was the battalion commander, that rough guy who wanted to "use him", but it was Zhou Lan who came in, and he asked in confusion, "Team seat?"

Zhou Lan raised her hand to brush the other party's damp hair, and poured a bottle of white wine into the other party's mouth, "Drink," he said, "I'll save my energy after drinking it."

It was like pouring boiled water. Ma Guoxiang choked so much that he shook his head to hide. Zhou Lan grabbed his hair and clamped his head, so that the white wine choked out of his nostrils.

The bottle of white wine was gone, and Ma Guoxiang's brain was washed with alcohol, burning to the point of exploding, and he completely lost his ability to resist.

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It has been modified four times, and the aircraft, cannon, armored car, and stroller are all gone. If I find something that looks inexplicable or feels too abrupt, it is because I deleted hundreds of words, that's it.