After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

Chu Yan said coldly: "Then why didn't you hear a word I said?"

Fu Shiyu said with a smile, "If your son calls for help, won't I do the same?"

"..." Chu Yan let go of his shoulders, and said indifferently, "I don't want you to save me, and neither do they."

"And you can't get out of this barracks without my order."

The smile on Fu Shiyu's face froze. Just as he was about to speak, a soldier outside the tent of the Chinese army suddenly shouted: "My lord, it's not good!"

"There are soldiers fighting over there!"

Chu Yan frowned, glared fiercely at Fu Shiyu, who was calm and breezy, and stepped out of the Chinese military tent. Fu Shiyu touched his nose and followed.

The conversation was interrupted, Chu Yan's brows were gloomy, and when he saw the soldier standing in front of him in a panic, he couldn't help asking a little irritably, "Where is it?"

"Infected area." The soldier wiped his sweat and answered hurriedly.

Hearing about the infected area, Fu Shiyu suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, put on a mask and gloves hanging outside the camp, and ran over there.

"you!"

With dazzling effort, Chu Yan saw that the man had already run away.

His heart was suddenly filled with anger, and the nine-section whip he held in his hand slammed heavily on the ground beside his feet. The short dry grass was clearly divided into two, and a deep small ravine sank in the middle.

The soldier on the opposite side was trembling with fright, standing aside with trembling legs.

After whipping the whip, Chu Yan's anger subsided slightly, and then he put on his mask and walked towards the direction where Fu Shiyu disappeared with the whip.

"Doctor Fu!"

Seeing Fu Shiyu running over, the soldier who was wrestling with the guards broke away immediately, knelt down in front of him disheveled, and cried out in a crying voice: "Doctor Fu, please save Xiao Gen'er!"

Fu Shiyu recognized him as the red-eyed soldier this morning, and asked strangely, "Who is Xiao Gen'er?"

"It's the little soldier you said this morning that his condition has improved." The soldier kowtowed and cried, "They're going to carry Xiaogen to burn it!"

"Please, save him!"

Hearing this, Fu Shiyu's face paled, and he took two steps back subconsciously. He looked down at the soldier kneeling on the ground in front of him, and opened his mouth weakly, but his throat was blocked and difficult to speak.

After a long time, he asked gently: "Where is the man?"

The soldier thought Xiao Gen'er was saved, raised his head ecstatically, pointed to the bundled straw mat not far away, ready to be burned, and said excitedly: "It's there!"

"Xiao Gen'er is still packing things at noon today, and is preparing to move to a new tent tomorrow. How could he die! There must be a mistake."

"Doctor Fu is so powerful! If Xiao Gen'er can recover, he will definitely recover, and he will definitely not die!"

Hearing his incoherent yelling, Fu Shiyu turned his head with a dull expression, and looked into the depths of the darkness with stiff eyes.

There were straw mats bundled in small bundles.

It was too small, as small as a sapling that had just begun to grow branches, and it broke when it was stepped on lightly, so fragile that it could not withstand a single blow.

Fu Shiyu walked towards the straw mat while the soldier behind him was still chattering and crying.

The military doctor who had just treated Xiao Gen'er stepped forward, shook his head with a gloomy expression, his cloudy eyes were full of vicissitudes and helplessness, and sighed softly: "Doctor Fu, I am already dying."

Fu Shiyu knelt on the ground as if he hadn't heard anything, stretched out his hand and untied the hemp rope that bound the straw mat little by little, and then slowly pulled the rolled straw mat apart.

Seeing the thin body wrapped in white cloth in front of him, Fu Shiyu's eyes became hot, and he couldn't help sniffing his nose twice.

The hand holding the white cloth seemed to be attached to a lead stone, it was too heavy to move, and after a long time, he slowly... slowly took it off.

The person who just greeted him with a smile this morning came into view so unexpectedly.

He closed his eyes, and the mask was no longer covering his face. Fu Shiyu could clearly see the soldier's facial features.

Before it had time to grow open, a trace of greenness and immaturity could be seen in the eyebrows and eyes.

He was originally a vigorous age, but now he was lying lifeless on the straw mat.

Fu Shiyu's chest seemed to be tightly clenched by an invisible hand, and it hurt as if he was about to be unable to breathe. The instinct of his body prompted him to look down at the soldier's chest that was still rising and falling.

— still alive.

Fu Shiyu whispered these three words several times in his heart, and then gently felt the soldier's pulse.

"Fu... Doctor Fu..."

The soldier didn't know when he became a little conscious, and he opened his eyes a little, but his pupils were still slack, which was obviously a flashback before he died.

Fu Shiyu couldn't hear what he said clearly, so he bent down slightly, and put his ear close to the little soldier's mouth.

"Flower... Huahua..."

Fu Shiyu was stunned for a while, finally understood what he meant, straightened up again, and immediately took the flowers out of his sleeve.

One of the three flowers was missing, and the other two were missing a few petals, looking dilapidated.

Fu Shiyu's hands trembled, and he almost trembled on the ground several times. He bit the tip of his tongue to clear his mind a little, and then he struggled to pin the two little flowers to his ears.

He turned to look at the little soldier lying on the ground.

The little soldier struggled to open his eyes, as if he was playing against the desperate sleepiness, his blue and white lips tremblingly pulled out a shallow arc.

"It's... so beautiful..." he said.

"Fu...Doctor Fu is the best-looking person I've ever met in my life."

He did not blame, only this sentence.

It seemed that he had successfully proved that this sentence was correct this morning, and he still had some pride in his eyes.

Fu Shiyu looked at his pale smiling face, as if his eyes were stung, and the fundus of his eyes were sore.

After a long time, he nodded lightly, choked up and said, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, Fu Shiyu thought of something, and hurriedly asked, "What's your name?"

The little soldier didn't have the strength to speak anymore, he closed his eyes tiredly, and murmured, "Lin Genping."

"Doctor Fu...I'm a little scared...I'm afraid they will forget me..."

Fu Shiyu lowered his head, afraid that he might not hear clearly, so he leaned closer to his ear again, and said with certainty: "I will never forget."

"Genping, I will always remember you."

Lin Genping didn't say anything, Fu Shiyu looked up and saw that he had closed his eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The face looked even more childish, like a child fed up with candy.

The soldiers next to him wanted to drag Lin Genping's body to be burned, but Fu Shiyu said hoarsely, "Wait a minute."

"I'm still a little angry, this child is afraid of pain."

"Doctor Fu! Xiao Gen'er will be fine, he must have made a mistake, right?" The soldier who kowtowed over there was covered in mud, with faint little flames burning in his eyes, staring at him expectantly. .

"Didn't you say that Xiao Gen'er survived? How could he die!"

"Doctor Fu! Speak! Speak!"

Every word was like a sharp knife piercing his chest, Fu Shiyu stood up and looked at Lin Genping's body at his feet.

Suddenly I feel a little tired, and I really want to have a good sleep.

The eyes with different emotions turned into heavy stones on the shoulders, piled up one by one until they became a towering mountain.

All the soldiers and doctors saw with their own eyes that the thin and straight figure bent down bit by bit, like a green pine standing proudly on the cliff, its branches broken by the raging wind, just like this silently...

'Snapped! '

As soon as the whip came down, the yelling soldier immediately fell to the ground with his skin ripped apart.

With a sullen face, Chu Yan wanted to throw the whip off again without hesitation.

The guards who had scuffled with the soldier just now knelt down and pleaded hastily: "My lord, Xiao Gen'er was brought into the barracks by him, so he spoke more aggressively and unintentionally offended Dr. Fu."

"Besides, he is seriously ill now, if you whip the whip again, this soldier will die."

"My lord, please spare his life."

A few kneeling soldiers kowtowed to beg for mercy, Chu Yan's expression did not soften, and he said coldly: "If you don't let me, then I will smoke together!"

"Forget it, son."

A soft voice pierced through the silent and cold night, like a gust of indifferent wind blowing past my ears.

Chu Yan's movement of waving his whip paused, and he frowned.

The man just stood there alone, as if he wanted to merge with the night behind him.

In the mottled flames, his body became thinner and thinner.

The expression on his face could not be clearly seen with the exposed eyes alone, but under his numb and indifferent eyes, Chu Yan felt the deep pain inside, which seemed to be drowned by suffocation.

In a trance, he seemed to hear that subtle sad voice again, as if calling him gently, this was the second time.

The first time in the snow, I left him and left, the second time...

As if awakened suddenly, Chu Yan threw away the nine-section whip in his hand, took big and heavy steps, and walked towards him unswervingly.

Fu Shiyu's eyes were dull, he stood still and didn't move, or he didn't have the strength to move anymore.

The whistling wind whipped up his long hair hanging at the temples, and Chu Yan accidentally saw that among the black and smooth hair, there were a few glaring white hairs.

It was as if Chu Yan had been punched hard in the chest, and his viscera were twisted together in pain.

Fu Shiyu's eyes moved. Seeing that Chu Yan had arrived in front of him at some point, he bent his eyes habitually. Just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly picked up by the waist.

The word Shizi swallowed back into his throat slowly, and Fu Shiyu stared blankly at the tense and stern profile in front of him.

Under the eyes of everyone, Chu Yan strode away with Fu Shiyu in his arms, leaving the soldiers and doctors with inexplicable faces looking at each other behind him, not realizing what happened just now.

Fu Shiyu's face was rarely reddened, and he whispered: "You can let me down, son."

Chu Yan hugged him back to the empty tent, and before Fu Shiyu could speak, he was gently placed on the couch covered with quilts.

"Go to sleep."

Fu Shiyu was startled.

It was the first time I heard this person speak in such a deep and gentle voice, and my heart couldn't help jumping up and down. At the same time, all the self-blame and deep pain suppressed in my heart came like a tide.

He couldn't help the wet tears from the corners of his eyes, afraid that Chu Yan would see that Fu Shiyu turned his face away, and was just about to turn around.

Chu Yan firmly pressed his shoulders, and then, under Fu Shiyu's astonished gaze, slowly bent down, and clumsily kissed the corners of his reddish eyes.

"Don't cry."

Fu Shiyu raised his eyes, and a trace of inexplicable palpitations came up unconsciously, and he unconsciously stretched out his arms to wrap around Chu Yan's neck.

Seeing the tranquility and gentleness in those black eyes, Chu Yan's heart skipped a beat. Without even taking off his shoes and socks, he turned over on the couch and hugged the thin body of this man tightly in his arms.

"you are right."

Fu Shiyu didn't respond, smelling the dusty breath on his body, leaning his face against his strong and hard chest, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat inside, his heart seemed to slowly settle down.

Chongyang is like a statue, standing outside the tent, guarding the rare peace and tranquility for them.

After being reborn for so long, Chu Yan fell asleep for the first time.

When I opened my eyes the next day, the sky was already bright, and the person in my arms had long since disappeared.

As if he had expected something, he hurriedly got down from the bed and saw Chong Yang who had been squatting outside the tent all night, his face was black as if covered with a layer of pot ashes, and he asked in a sinister tone, "Where is he?"

Chongyang's shoulders couldn't help trembling, "I left in the middle of the night."

As soon as the words fell, Chongyang suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave, and goose bumps appeared from the cold.

He poked his arm and explained with an aggrieved face: "I want to stop too."

"But Doctor Fu wants to leave, who can stop him."

Chu Yan gave him a cold look, "Take a hundred whips."

After saying this sentence, he raised his footsteps and walked towards the tent where King Guangling was staying, looking at his steps in a hurry.

Hearing that he was about to be whipped again, Chongyang shouted angrily, "Put it on your body, you can't stop it!"

"Is it okay to lose fifty lashes? Although I won't die, it will still hurt!"

Chu Yan walked away quickly as if he hadn't heard of it, Chongyang watched helplessly as the man didn't even pause in his footsteps, and just went straight to the isolated camp of King Guangling.

The author has something to say: I have been a bit busy with the work of the third dimension recently, and the update time from Monday to Friday is temporarily changed to every other day, about 9-12 o'clock in the evening.

For two days on weekends, I will update three chapters a day, and the update time period is not limited.