I was reborn after choking on water [Quick Transmigration]

After recuperating for half a day and wearing a new bandage, Ye Zhuolin, who seemed to have been washed by life, said goodbye to the old lady and returned to the barracks.

In fact, General Fengzhi is a rather stubborn person, and his temper is indeed not very good. I don't know how the effect will be if he comes softly, but he will definitely not eat hard ones.After sitting in such a high position for three years, Ye Zhuolin has seen many ghosts and monsters, and his mentality has gradually become stronger, as if even if someone plays a suona in his ear, he can still be as calm as a mountain, or only in the depths of his heart I wish those who play suona can play a song for their family one day.

But he is not afraid of the violent snowstorm, but he may not be able to resist the warm hand stretched out to him in the white snow.

This hand belonged to Xiaolulu, and the old woman told her that this hand should be held firmly.

Holding hands is not difficult, it just takes time to get used to.He was used to carrying things by himself, and it took time to get used to someone suddenly helping him carry him.

But there is a bigger and more serious problem.

What does Xiaolulu think of him?

He didn't object to the broken sleeve, or rather, he just felt from the bottom of his heart that it was a rare thing that would never happen to him, and held an attitude of "it's none of my business".

Unexpectedly, suddenly, this kind of person really appeared beside him, and he was the person with the best relationship with him.It's as if the characters in the fairy tales suddenly popped out of the book, shocking and unbelievable, but still retaining a little bit of guarding.

Just as he was thinking about it, Ye Zhuolin accidentally turned into a forest along the route. The forest was so sparse that he recognized the figure who appeared in the distance at a glance.

The corners of Ye Zhuolin's eyes twitched, and he instinctively wanted to turn around and leave, but the figure in the distance stood among the dead trees that hadn't sprouted new shoots yet, with a hint of loneliness, as if this person had been standing here for a long time, waiting for a long time.Ye Zhuolin's feet sank, and the shoes seemed to have weighed a thousand catties, and he could no longer move a step.

The people in the distance naturally noticed Ye Zhuolin. He seemed to have been there for a long time, and he took a few steps forward tentatively. Seeing that Ye Zhuolin didn't respond, he ran over desperately.

"It's over." Ye Zhuolin froze and thought, "Should I avoid it? Or push away?"

However, when the figure really ran in front of him, when Xiao Lulu's face was already close at hand, when the boy opened his arms, Ye Zhuolin suddenly didn't want to avoid it.

Xiao Lulu looked very low-spirited, as if he hadn't eaten or slept for a few days, and even his raised arms were trembling.

It turned out that what the old woman said was true, and it really hurt both sides.

Xiaolulu stepped on the brakes at the last moment, probably because he was afraid of touching Ye Zhuolin's wound, he put his arms down awkwardly, and his voice was a little hoarse, making him look pitiful and tired: "Brother Ye...don't run around next time, I'm so tired of looking."

This kind of tone is like a captivating little hook, which easily arouses the rare tenderness in Ye Zhuolin's heart. Ye Zhuolin's breathing is stagnant for two seconds, and suddenly he feels that he is not a thing.

Even if you lose the battle, you still run away!

Ye Zhuolin couldn't find a reason to quibble, and didn't know how to face Xiao Lulu, so he could only say dryly: "I'm really a jerk about this, you... what are you doing here?"

"..."

After Ye Zhuolin finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth, what did Xiao Lulu do here?Didn't he come to look for him with this appearance? Could it be that he came out to pick mushrooms?

But he really can't treat Xiaolulu with a normal heart. Just imagine, if he suddenly found out that the good friend he grew up with is really a broken sleeve, and the one he likes seems to be himself, how fucked it would be, and his heart would be broken up.

Xiao Lulu probably was really tired, his body couldn't hold on, he staggered, Ye Zhuolin instinctively helped him up, Xiao Lulu simply put his two arms on Ye Zhuolin's shoulders out of inertia, his face Buried in the past.

"..." Ye Zhuolin was dumbfounded, "You, you, you... are you... all right?"

As a 20-year-old innocent boy, General Ye's stuttering and murderous aura was gone at this moment, like a child being teased by a pervert on the street.

Xiaolulu buried his face in Ye Zhuolin's neck, didn't notice Ye Zhuolin's face, and said sullenly: "I'm fine, but brother Ye is still injured, but running around like this, I... Brother Ye, you Don't run around in the future, okay? I beg you."

Ye Zhuolin swallowed, stiffened his hands, patted Xiaolulu's back lightly, and said something wrong: "Xiaolulu, you are seventeen."

Xiao Lulu didn't know why he asked this suddenly, and was taken aback: "Well, what's wrong?"

"Aren't you... uh, you... you don't have a name yet."

After all, Ye Zhuolin didn't ask about the broken sleeve.It's embarrassing.

Thinking back to the past, when Xiao Lulu said that he liked him...why didn't he take it seriously?As a result, they kissed and hugged each other. Just when he thought they were good brothers who were sworn brothers, someone suddenly came and told him: Yo!Where is this brother!This is love!

……Forget it.

He thought, Xiao Lulu is 17 years old, maybe he is still ignorant, after a few years, Xiao Lulu will grow up completely, it is not too late to ask.What's more, he didn't know his own attitude at all, so no matter what kind of answer he got, he could only reply in silence.

Xiao Lulu answered each of his questions seriously: "No, I've been delaying and forgot about it, and I don't have any family members or elders, so no one can help me. How about Brother Ye help me think about it?"

Ye Zhuolin just changed the topic temporarily, he didn't think about how to answer the conversation later, let alone that Xiao Lulu could directly hand over the matter of "naming" to him, but if he refused, it seemed to be heartless again.

Forget it, anyway, it's just to help you think about it, and it's not a direct decision.

However, Ye Zhuolin's cultural level is really not high, he has never read a few books in his life, and he doesn't know much about that kind of elegant and vulgar poetry. In confusion, he looked around and looked at the surrounding mountains, which were too high to see. Where is Qingshantou? For some reason, he suddenly thought of a poem.

"Mountains stand upright, sights stop." Ye Zhuolin and Xiao Lulu looked at each other and said in a low voice.

Knowing that he has never read a book, Xiao Lulu was already prepared not to know the names of ghosts and snake gods, but he didn't expect that Ye Zhuolin's mouth would be filled with such forceful sentences, and Xiao Lulu was stunned.

"Brother Ye has read the Book of Songs?"

"Uh..." Ye Zhuolin hadn't actually read it, and he didn't know how this sentence entered his memory, "I've seen some bits and pieces... right?"

Xiaolulu's expression fully interprets the word "unbelief".

Ye Zhuolin felt embarrassed, and forcefully explained: "You don't know how I lived before, and you don't know me absolutely. For example, I can play the piano. There are many things you haven't seen and don't know, but you can't deny it. You can’t judge other people’s abilities with your own eyes.”

"..."

Luckily, Xiaolulu knew that Ye Zhuolin had no malicious intentions, so he was going to be an enemy, to put it bluntly: I am a thief, you narrow-minded thing, don't look down on others.

"Brother Ye can also play the piano." Xiao Lulu smiled, "When the war is over, I really want to see Brother Ye playing the piano with my own eyes."

"Hmm..." Facing Xiao Lulu's face so close at hand, Ye Zhuolin was still a little uncomfortable.

Xiao Lulu murmured in a low voice: "The mountains stand upright, and Jing Xing stops. Brother Ye's name represents the mountains, so I... will be called Jing Xing?"

"Yes, but naming is a big deal... When my mother named me, even though she was in the wilderness, she still tried her best to get a pen and ink, wrote my name on the paper, and asked me to write it down I wrote it down ten times... When I go back, I will also write down your name, and you have to copy it."

Although the words are too ugly to read.

So after returning, Ye Zhuolin didn't rush to write immediately, but like a seven or eight-year-old child, he grabbed the pen and practiced calligraphy with black lines all over his head.

It's boring and tasteless, and there are only two words practiced, repeating the cycle: Jing Xing.

After the defeat, Ye Zhuolin did not lead the war for the time being, so he has been very leisurely recently, besides, Ye Zhuolin is a big-hearted person, and the emotion of being defeated by the defeat is under the encouragement and careful care of Xiaolulu who is full of positive energy every day It is also gradually recovering. Although it is not as lively as before, at least it is not gloomy.

After his physical condition improved, he and Xiaolulu solemnly began to discuss the artillery.The last battle exposed the flaws of the Blossom|Bomb Artillery, which is indeed a big problem. Apart from avoiding the rainy weather, there is currently no other suitable solution.

But there is little rain in winter, but now that it has entered spring, the rainy days are gradually increasing. It is really not an option to consume the sun for thousands of miles.And the problem has been exposed, Xifan can take advantage of the rainy weather to fight back, but in an emergency, he still has to fight with his sword.

Since the other generals were not very familiar with Xifan's situation, they would always make unnecessary losses, so a month later, Ye Zhuolin, who had not recovered from his injuries, went to the battlefield again.

Ye Zhuolin's chest is wrapped with a large bandage to fix the wound, but the broken ribs will definitely not recover in a month, Xiao Lulu is extremely worried, so let's follow Ye Zhuolin and try his best not to worry about it. So conspicuous, but still stopped by him.

In this month, Ye Zhuolin has not changed much towards Xiao Lulu on the surface, but the grudge in his heart has not disappeared for the time being, Xiaolulu has clearly felt that Ye Zhuolin seems to be a little alienated from him, and it is indescribably alienated.For example this time.

"Don't worry, it's okay, you can go back."

Obviously they still get along like that, almost exactly the same as the previous words, but Xiaolulu just feels that something is wrong, like picking bones in an egg, abruptly revealing a sense of alienation.

Looking at Xiao Lulu's dim eyes, Ye Zhuolin was also very helpless, as if he knew that he didn't hate Xiao Lulu, but the words he said had a feeling that he was no longer intimate.

He is not a sweet talker, and he is even used to spitting out knives as soon as he opens his mouth, so he really can't bear the word "tactful".

"Don't be unhappy." Ye Zhuolin suppressed a smile, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Xiaolulu hesitated for a moment, but finally obediently stopped and did not chase after him, quietly watching Ye Zhuolin's figure gradually shrinking and finally disappearing.

This farewell is half a month.

In Ye Zhuolin's free time, he finally wrote the word "Jing Xing" much better. Looking at the two characters that are chic and unrestrained, Ye Zhuolin has a sense of accomplishment that he has not seen for a long time.

He thought, when he goes back, he must write these two characters to Xiao Lulu and let him copy them slowly so that he can be worthy of his painstaking efforts these days.

But he can't go back for a while.

This was Xifan's fiercest and probably last counterattack.