The richest man's boyfriend lives in a history textbook

Eisley has been fighting for so many years, no matter how serious the injury was.Sometimes he was in a coma for seven or eight days in a row, but he survived all these.

But, unlike before, this time there was an extra child in his tent.

It's already bright outside.

Eisley had seen escorts, but he had never seen anyone who actually accompanied him.Except for the few days when he was in a coma, the rest of the guards would help him take care of everything.

But this time is different.

Aisley lay on his side and looked at the worry-looking child not far away, feeling strange and novel in his heart.

The kid said something that left a deep impression on him.

"Here, I only know you, you are the person I know best..."

Eisley rubbed his chin with his index finger and couldn't help laughing.

Since the child wants to be by his side, Aisley can't let the child go hungry.

He lay down on the bed, out of breath and pale, and asked the guards to bring him some food.

The guards came in with a plate, on which were a few pieces of soft bread with jam, a pot of freshly boiled broth, a glass of milk and a few large fruits.

Perhaps because of Aisley's injury, his meal was relatively rare and hearty.

Xingyuan was not that hungry, he looked at Aisley eagerly, but there was still indelible sadness in his eyes.

Ashley wanted to touch his head, but held back.

Xingyuan sat and watched back and forth, the deer eyes that were originally oval were compressed into a semicircle.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally took a low stool and sat down in front of the food, beside Aisley's bed.

Xingyuan slowly pulled out a set of cutlery for himself, and gently took a piece of bread dipped in jam.

The white arm moved very slowly, and guilt appeared in Xingyuan's eyes.

Everyone was injured, and he still ate their nutritious meals.

The young master is still so thin, but his appetite is still not small, he is still not full after eating the bread.

Xingyuan: ...

He felt guilty for a while, and stretched out his hand to the fruit again.

This kind of fruit star has never been seen before. It has a thick cyan shell, which is several times harder than a walnut.

Xingyuan picked up the fruit and looked at it carefully. When he found a slit in the middle of the shell, he also saw a tool to open the fruit on the dinner plate.

Xing Yuan squinted his right eye and looked through the slits, while picking up tools and thinking about how to open the fruit.

Xingyuan has always been very smart, but just looking at it, he has a bottom line in his heart.

But the posture is right, but the strength is lacking.Xingyuan tried hard for a long time, but the fruit still didn't open.

His face turned red because of it.

It's not that Xingyuan is weak, but this kind of fruit is too hard, even an adult man who is used to rough work may not be able to open it.

But it is precisely because of this that such a delicious fruit can be preserved for people like them to taste.

Since the guards dared to serve these fruits, it is natural that Aisley can open them.

Aisley looked at Xingyuan's persistent appearance, his smile was hidden under his expression.

He coughed and stretched out his arm to take a piece of fruit.Due to the excessive movement, his wound was pulled, and Eisley frowned, his face turned slightly pale, but he didn't say a word.

The guards were supposed to be responsible for feeding him, but he let the guards go out first.

Xingyuan's gaze was attracted by Aisley, and he leaned forward.

I saw Eisley put the fruit in his palm, crossed his fingertips and clasped his hands lightly, and the shell shattered.

The crystal-like wobbly flesh inside was exposed.

A strong fruity aroma rushed over his face, Xingyuan had never smelled such a sweet fruit.

Xingyuan pursed his lips, and he turned his head to look at the remaining unopened fruit. The hard shell was exposed in his vision, but he still turned his head back.

He paused, stretched out his hand and carefully took out the piece of fruit from Aisley's hand, lamenting one after another.

I really became a rice bug.

The pulp not only smells sweet, but also tastes delicious.The wonderful and natural juice exploded in his mouth, Xingyuan's taste buds were wrapped, and even his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

The azure blue eyes were slightly drunk, Xingyuan swallowed his saliva, and he stared eagerly at the remaining fruit.

It's a pity that the copy can only be copied once.

While Xingyuan was staring at the fruit longingly, Aisley took out another one and peeled it off, and the rich fruity fragrance wafted away again.

Xingyuan's eyes were bent.

In this regard, Xingyuan moved the small stool closer to Aisley, and he looked at Aisley's palm eagerly.

Whenever Aisley peeled a fruit, Xingyuan would take it out from the opponent's palm, and then quickly ate it.

At first the young master was a little embarrassed, but as the number of times increased, the claw became more proficient.

Aisley's strength is a mystery, and the fruit shell that Xingyuan struggled to open with tools was squeezed open by Aisley with his bare hands.Judging from his expression, it seems that it is effortless.

Xingyuan smashed his mouth, he looked at Aisley's exposed muscles, his eyes never stopped envious.

The fruit was completely eaten, and a certain young master was very satisfied.With a good appetite, he even drank a few mouthfuls of broth and a glass of milk.

Ashley: ...

Hua is afraid that he forgot how awkward he was before eating, but now he is comfortably served by a certain patient, wishing to lay down while rubbing his stomach.

With a smile in his eyes, Aisley didn't think there was a problem.

As a child, it is quite normal at a young age.

Even if Xingyuan thinks that Aisley doesn't know his existence, he can't stop his affection for Aisley.

Even if the meal was taken by him, Eisley didn't "know".

Seeing that Aisley had suffered such a serious injury, Xingyuan's eyes were closed. He pressed his eyelids and sighed a few times, and then he didn't even sleep, just sitting by the bed and guarding.

At first he was thinking about things, and when he got a little bored, he took out his textbook and lay down on the bed to read.

It may be because there is a big tree outside, the tent is not very bright.

Aisley shifted his gaze to Xingyuan's raised eyelashes.With black eyelashes lining his fair and delicate cheeks, the boy is always so good-looking and well-behaved.

Xingyuan yawned sometimes, and rubbed his face with his arms propped on the quilt.Sometimes when I get tired from watching, I lie on my side on the edge of the bed and stretch.

The blue eyes are always bright.

Eisley suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he and his parents worked in the manor of a duke.

At that time, he was hanging in the air and cleaning the windows of the attic. Through the glass, he saw the young master of the Duke's family lying on the table reading a book.

That young master is also good-looking, but he doesn't like to read books, as long as he can stop reading, he can do whatever he wants.

He rolled around, acted like a baby, petted birds and fished, and took advantage of every loophole.

Eisley recalled his mood at that time, and he remembered that he was a little secretly happy.

He has longed for reading since he was a child, but only nobles can touch books, and he is jealous of those who can read.

Therefore, when he saw that incomparable son avoiding studying, he felt a lot more comfortable.

He even regards this as a different kind of fairness.

The memories faded away, his pupils were filled with the rolling figure of the boy.The book was pressed under him, and the blue eyes blinked, and the light dimmed a lot.

Ashley pursed her lips and fell silent.

Back then, the young master was noble and good-looking, but he was very different from the young man in front of him.

Not to mention the young master of the Duke's family, even the little prince of His Majesty's family can't compare to... his youth.

Yes, his.

He is the only one in this world who can see the messenger of the gods.

His juvenile appearance is like beautiful jade, flawless and impeccable, which is incomparable to all human juveniles.

Seeing that the boy was reading, Eisley tried his best to move inside the bed, trying to make room for the boy to read.

Xingyuan was a little tired, he flipped through the book, he didn't want to read it now.

Aisley's eyes flickered, and he wanted to touch the boy to comfort him, but he still didn't reach out.

He was worried that the boy would stop reading, so he asked someone to give him some fruit.

He peeled them off one by one and put them on a plate.

Xingyuan's eyes lit up, he watched while eating, it really wasn't so boring.

Aisley lowered his eyes and smiled, if it wasn't for the hot weather, he even wanted to help fan the wind.

In any case, reading cannot be delayed.

Aisley looked at Xingyuan's relish, and he was also thinking.

After getting along for so long, he also knows that Xingyuan is more talented than him in reading.

He even had a hunch that even in the sky, few messengers could be as talented as his boy.

Ashley smiled.

Xingyuan's time is relatively tight, he can't keep resting like this.

After the sun was not so dazzling, Xingyuan went out of the tent to prepare to train with the army.

The tent was suddenly much emptier, and Eisley raised his eyebrows, but he didn't feel anything, and even took it for granted.

However, within an hour, the boy hurried back.

Xingyuan's forearm was cut with a wound of six to seven centimeters, about half a centimeter deep.

Blood gushed out from it, and the wound looked hideous.

The soldiers were practicing their swords on the training ground just now, Xing Yuan also wanted to practice seeing this.

But after all, he was brought up by habit, and he never touched anything other than knives and forks.

Accidentally, he was scratched.

Such a long wound made Xingyuan's heart beat.

Nowadays, interstellar medical technology is advanced, such as this kind of skin surface, it only needs to be sprayed with a spray, and it can be cured within half an hour without leaving any scars.

Therefore, Star Citizen has long ignored this kind of injury.

However, this is "not" Interstellar, there is no spray at all, and Xingyuan can only deal with the sudden trauma alone.

There is no healing medicine in Xingyuan's backpack at all, because he understands that the injuries suffered here are simulated and will not have any impact on his reality.

Thinking of this, Xingyuan was suddenly enlightened, and he gradually calmed down.

Xingyuan grew up, but whenever he was injured, the wound would not last more than a minute, and he rarely even experienced pain.

Therefore, he is much more sensitive to pain than ordinary people.

Xing Yuan trembled his arms, he gritted his teeth, sweated profusely, and his face was pale.

He could have loaded the file again to heal the wound, but looking at the blood flowing, he suddenly felt that the act of loading the file was a bit ridiculous.

He could want to be admitted to the military academy, but why couldn't he even bear the pain and wanted to escape?

He was even afraid of blood.

Xingyuan blinked his eyes, the key in his brain was opened, and he was suddenly awake.

He suddenly remembered what his father said.

"Unless it affects the trajectory of life, any setback can be regarded as a kind of growth."

Xingyuan decided that in the future, unless he died, he would not be able to revert.