Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Caesar’s own tent is of high quality, strong and windproof, and the space is not small. It is indeed much quieter and more comfortable than the refugee camp.This small tent was set up not far from the refugee tents, making it convenient for Song Yaze to "go to work".

Song Yaze was lying in the tent, the blanket was thick, and the warmth wrapped him tightly.Beside him was Caesar with a calm face. The two lay side by side, admiring the stars in the sky through the transparent tent roof.The atmosphere was so quiet and harmonious, only the sound of the two evenly breathing.

Caesar looked at it, and suddenly said: "You actually agreed to live in a small tent with me, I didn't expect it... This is the happiest thing I've ever had..." His ending sound was The sudden drop became lower, and it sounded helpless and sad.

Having said that, he immediately sat up again, anxiously touched the clothes folded by his feet, took out a candy from his pocket, hurriedly tore open the package, and threw it into his mouth.He didn't feel a little relieved until the sweet taste diffused in his mouth.It is his habit to be addicted to sweets, and sweets are his tranquilizers when he is emotionally unstable.

These days, he has been living in hell, abandoning himself like a walking dead.Perhaps the least painful time for him was when he was asleep.As long as he is awake, he can always think of the blood-stained blue cloth with his father's title on it.The news of Song Yaze's death was even more shocking. He dug up the tombstone and found that it was empty underneath, which made him hopeful.

Perhaps incomplete hope is the most disturbing feeling, more tormenting than despair.It can always give you a little sweetness, but it's still secretive.Caesar was suffering just like this, wallowing in loss and self-blame.He lives in the dark, even though he enjoys the respect of others and lives under the spotlight.

The moonlight shines through the ceiling and shines on his face. He never hides the sadness and coldness in his eyes.Song Yaze raised his eyes and saw Caesar's side face, with a starlight on the tip of his nose, like a lonely and cold abandoned statue under the moonlight.He whispered, "You have changed a lot. Not only have you gained weight, but your personality and temperament have also changed a lot."

Caesar stared straight at the sky, his eyes glazed over.Although he saw Song Yaze who had been resurrected from the dead, it could not completely heal his pain.He said slowly: "You may not believe it, but my father died, and I never shed a single tear. I don't know why, but I just can't cry..."

Song Yaze listened silently, looked at the statue and poured out his heart: "These days, I feel that the sky is about to collapse, I never thought that losing a loved one would feel like this... So I did so many bad things before... "

Song Yaze was silent for a moment, then sat up, patted him on the shoulder and said, "After you have experienced this kind of pain, you will be considerate of others. In the future, you will naturally not do it again."

Caesar lowered his head and didn't receive much comfort. He still said dejectedly, "I've been overeating...I don't smoke, and I can't even drink too much alcohol. I can only eat more. I've gained weight these days. A lot..." He said faintly: "...you won't despise me..."

"Of course not!" Song Yaze said firmly, "If you are fatter, you will look a lot more gentle!"

Caesar took off that layer of domineering skin, but exposed the opposite side of his previous arrogance, that is, inferiority.This drastic change in personality made Song Yaze feel sad for him, and he couldn't help but sigh. Conceit and inferiority are a pair of inseparable good brothers, and they all come from the wrong perception of themselves.He thought, maybe only when people have a correct understanding of themselves can they have true self-confidence.

Song Yaze put clothes on him thoughtfully, Caesar felt warm in his heart, turned his head to look at him and said, "I used to put clothes on you, now you can put them on me too..."

"I will not only put on clothes for you," Song Yaze said firmly, with a soft tone, "I will also help you get out of this haze, and let you get out of the pain of killing your father."

This was originally a rather healing sentence, but the word "kill the father" gave Caesar a head-on blow.His facial muscles kept twitching, and his whole body began to tremble again. He subconsciously covered his eyes, but found that there was not a single tear, and he looked helpless like a captive prey.

"What's wrong?!" Seeing his reaction, Song Yaze asked hastily.

Caesar's throat rolled, his eyes were blank, he turned his head to look at Song Yaze's questioning face, feeling sour, he stretched out his arms to hug him, breathing quickly.

Song Yaze suddenly realized that Caesar never said "kill his father", and always used "father died" instead.This means that until now, he has not been able to face the crime of patricide directly.Although he did not intend to, he was still escaping the tragic fact that he was a general who would rather die in the field than an emotional deserter.

His heart tightened, and he comforted softly: "It's okay, take your time... There is no rush for this kind of thing."

When the breath gradually subsided and the frequency of the beating of the heart on the chest decreased, Caesar slowly raised his head and asked feebly, "Why are you willing to help me?"

"Because you have a good mother, she wants me to help you." Song Yaze said bluntly, "I have never felt this kind of maternal love, I am just a bystander, but Mrs. Weisha let me see what a real mother is like. "

Seeing the disappointment on Caesar's face, he continued, "And... I feel very sad to see you like this. This kind of thing is indeed unacceptable."

Caesar's face softened, and he lay down in silence, covering himself tightly.Song Yaze smiled when he saw him wrapped up like a silkworm chrysalis, and immediately lay down beside him.

He closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, when he felt his hand being held, looked up, and found a rare shyness on Caesar's face, and whispered to himself: "I want to hold hands and sleep..."

Song Yaze couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, but considering Caesar's special situation, he didn't say much.The arms of the two broke through the barrier of the bed, and they slept together all night holding hands, and they lived in peace with each other.

Maybe it was because the mood was too ups and downs last night, the two of them took a long time to fall asleep, and woke up late the next day.Song Yaze brought Caesar to the refugee camp for breakfast. Caesar stood outside the tent with a look of disgust, covering his nose, unwilling to go in for a long time.Passing nurses and locals saw Caesar's unusual clothes and temperament, and all looked sideways.

Seeing Caesar standing still for a long time, Song Yaze looked impatient and unwilling to move his feet, so he smiled helplessly and went into the tent to get breakfast.

Caesar stood upright in the wind and sand, his chest was habitually raised, his eyes were also habitually indifferent, and he exuded an air of admiration.

A thin child came out of the tent, seeing Caesar's indifferent and tough aura, his heart slipped, he stepped on a clod, and fell to the ground.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed in surprise, his knees were bitten by sand and stones, and the compressed biscuits and ham in his hands rolled far away.He was terrified, ignoring the pain, and stumbled to pick it up.

He was relieved to see that the food was safe and sound, it was something he depended on for survival.He carefully blew the dust that fell on it, raised his head and glanced at Caesar inadvertently, seeing the man in black frowning and looking at him with gloomy eyes, he became instinctively afraid, and staggered as he picked up the food ran away.

Song Yaze came out with hot dogs and water, and handed a portion to Caesar. Seeing his unhappy expression, he asked, "What's the matter? Who provoked you, young master again?"

Caesar pursed his lips and said gloomily: "This place is really poor, and the people are terribly dirty!" He glanced at the so-called breakfast and muttered without sympathy: "Who knows if this thing can be eaten? There will be a lot of food in it." Germs!"

"I like to eat or not." Song Yaze ignored his obsession with cleanliness, tore off the wrapping paper, took a bite, and drank cold water.

Seeing Song Yaze ignore him, Caesar tore off the wrapping paper unwillingly, and was stunned when he saw the ham sandwiched in the hot dog, with a dazed expression on his face.After standing for a while, he closed the wrapping paper again with sad eyes, picked up the bottle and gurgled half a bottle of cold water.

"What's wrong with you?!" Song Yaze was speechless, "Drinking so much cold water early in the morning, you should feel uncomfortable later."

Caesar looked lonely, and said slowly, "I...I don't eat meat anymore..."

Since that day of despair, he has not touched any meat.Xu Shi saw the red color of the meat, which always reminded him of the scene of the bloody explosion, and then fell into a depression.Although he overeats, he eats only sweet pastries and drinks.These high-calorie delicacies brought him temporary comfort, and also turned into a layer of fat to cover his body.

Song Yaze was silent. He looked at Caesar worriedly, and comforted him: "It's okay, just don't eat if you don't want to. Everything will be fine. You are a strong soldier, and you will come out."

"Look at you, you got up very late today!" Mrs. Weisha was wearing protective clothing, clutching the freshly washed sheets in her hand, with a look of understanding and understanding. so."

Caesar pretended to be confused, pretending to understand, he loved to hear such words, and half of the heaviness in his heart was gone.Song Yaze felt the blood vessels in his head twitch, and explained, "We just fell asleep after a long time..."

As soon as the words came out, he felt that something was wrong, and he wanted to continue explaining, but he saw Mrs. Wei Sha smiled knowingly, put the bed sheet on the air, straightened it, and walked into the tent quickly, without leaving him with a darker and darker face. Chance.Song Yaze sighed and didn't bother to catch up.

All day long, Song Yaze was busy in the refugee camp.At first, he couldn't look directly at these dirty or unpleasant scenes, and sometimes felt disgusted, but these experiences always refreshed the lower limit of his tolerance.He couldn't help feeling that, perhaps, people can actually accept difficulties that they could not imagine before, and they are more tolerant than they imagined.

Caesar, on the other hand, watched from the sidelines, or even stood by, without the consciousness of obligatory labor.He spent more time in the small tent, or occasionally went to the gate of the refugee camp, and arrogantly ordered the nurses to ask Song Yaze to come out.

It was night again, and this was the moment that Caesar looked forward to slightly. Only at this time, he and Song Yaze could be alone in a small space, and it was still a whole night.

Song Yaze had worked hard all day and his steps were heavy. He opened the curtain of the tent and saw a warm yellow ceiling lamp hanging inside. Caesar was lying on the light with a soft and well-behaved face. Next to him was the bedding he had made for himself. pierce.

The feeling of being cared for is always warm. Song Yaze smiled lightly, took off his coat, dragged his tired body to lie down, and said, "You only ate some bread today, are you hungry?"

Caesar shook his head and leaned against him, with a rare gentle expression on his face: "I'm not hungry. Since I saw you, I don't want to eat much." He paused for a while, and then he seemed to be unable to speak: " Um...I want to discuss something with you..."

"Let's talk." Song Yaze pulled the pillow, lay back and looked at him.

"...Let's go back to Sidon, just the two of us." Caesar was a little nervous, the dim yellow light couldn't hide the red cloud on his face, "It's really impossible to live here, there is no electricity, no water, even No hot chocolate, everything depends on Sidon's supply."

Song Yaze thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't want to go back."

Because once he crosses the border of Nanluo, it is time to complete the journey and return to reality.But now, he doesn't want to go, he wants to help Caesar get out of this shadow.

"Why?!" Caesar pouted a little aggrievedly, "I can't even drink a cup of hot chocolate here! And I don't want to see you so tired... I called you out on purpose today, just to let you rest... ..."

"I know." Song Yaze nodded, "That's why I chose to stay here."

Caesar looked at him suspiciously, and after a while, his expression became negative, and he sighed sadly: "You just don't want to face me every day, that's why you refused..."

Song Yaze felt a little amused, and he said softly: "No, because I think you can only get out of this pain if you are here, uh... Believe me, I made this decision for your own good."

Caesar was puzzled, but still very moved and happy.If it is said that his heart is as heavy as a piece of iron these days, after spending a day with Song Yaze, most of this piece of iron has been eroded by love.

Only then did he feel his body relax a lot, and he let out a long breath.Turning his head, he saw the sky full of stars through the roof of the tent, and suddenly said: "There seem to be a lot more stars tonight."