your glory my sniper

He didn't seem to want to listen to anyone's comfort when he said this, and a little indifference naturally appeared on his face, invisibly interpreting the alienation between them to the fullest.

"Haven't you ever had a lucky time?"

Ling Jibei could see that Yu Jianglan didn't want to continue talking, and he could also see that he was going to drive him away, so he leaned forward tactically, leaning on the side of the bed in a gossip gesture, trying hard to continue this topic, " For example, landing an [-]x mirror? For example, picking up an AWM in an airdrop? For example, the circle of destiny shrinks to the bottom of the foot?"

Hearing him talking about games, Yu Jianglan's eyes lit up obviously, he smiled, and answered truthfully, "Very little."

It is indeed very rare, whether it is training or competition, Yu Jianglan seldom picks up good supplies as soon as he lands.Therefore, he usually finds someone to kill when he gets a gun, and he can only get a little richer by licking a few boxes.

"Then you are good at technology, I think you can always eat chicken."

Yu Jianglan was lying on his back, with his dripped hand resting outside the quilt, and he tapped lightly with his index finger a few times, noncommittal.

"Team Ling also watches our game?" He suddenly turned his head to look at Ling Jibei, but was jumped by the sudden close range, and his eyes shrank reflexively.

Ling Jibei was grinning, but he didn't feel any embarrassment. With a particularly obvious stupidity on his body, he raised his voice and said, "Look! I'm still playing! I'm also a fan of Team Yu!"

His mind was empty as he said this, completely forgetting what Dunant had taught him.

Don't be too proactive!

Don't be a licking dog!

He didn't remember anything, he only knew that it was a rare opportunity to be alone with Yu Jianglan, and it was serious to say something dry to enhance their relationship.

A flash of surprise flashed in Yu Jianglan's eyes, and he couldn't believe it. He stared at Ling Jibei for a long time in doubt, and when the other party thought he had successfully opened up the common topic between the two, he ruthlessly stopped, "But...it's late, You go back to base."

Ling Jibei: ...

But? ? ?

Which sentence of this "but" is carried on, what is the connection, is it really necessary to end the conversation so abruptly!

Unwilling to give up, he asked again, "Is your waist better?"

"Ah."

"Where are the legs?"

"Still numb, but much better."

"What if you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?"

"You can ring the bell."

Ling Jibei couldn't help feeling a little impatient as he spoke, "I mean this VIP room has two beds, or I..."

"By the way, how much did you pay for my hospitalization and filming in the VIP room?"

"..."

When Ling Jibei left the ward, he still couldn't escape Yu Jianglan's "thank you".

He stood at the door and took a long look at Yu Jianglan.

Seeing him lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his whole body covered with a thin layer of cold white light, a long infusion tube was held on the back of his hand, connected to a hanging bottle, and the liquid medicine in it was quietly and slowly falling drop by drop.

Seeing this, Ling Jibei felt pain in his heart, and more of it was worry.Yu Jianglan's body has a kind of desolate coldness, he is like a little frosty flower, it is easy to make people feel distressed, if you want to give him warmth, but the warmth will melt the frost, but it will also break him.

He went back to base and couldn't sleep all night.

"I have always had a bad life. It seems that luck has nothing to do with me."

Yu Jianglan's words seemed to be engraved in his mind, so subtle that his demeanor when he said these words was very clear, reappearing in front of his eyes over and over again.

Ling Jibei looked at the money transfer sent to him by Yu Jianglan on his mobile phone, with mixed emotions in his heart. He didn't tell Yu Jianglan how much he spent, but the latter should have been asked by the nurse, and he added some money to make up for it. Sent it to him.

Transfer Instructions: Sorry to trouble you.

The following is a warm message: If you have a chance, you can eat chicken together.

Ling Jibei opened a high-end sea view VIP ward, one thousand and two a night, he never thought about asking Yu Jianglan to pay for it, and directly signed it for a month. This is a private hospital, and it costs a lot in all aspects.He heard the discussion from the team members, saying that after Yu Jianglan's suspension, the impact on the team was not small, business cooperation problems continued, and he paid a lot of liquidated damages. He should have little money now.

Ling Jibei couldn't help clenching his hands tightly. He turned off the phone screen, and the muscle lines on his arms slightly bulged.

How can someone be so distressed?

It is said that after Shen Maojie came back from the hospital, he took a shower and went to bed like a normal person, and never asked Yu Jianglan a word from the beginning to the end.

As for Yu Jianglan, even though he was so seriously ill, he didn't seem to intend to tell anyone. He was lying alone in the hospital, and his legs and feet were inconvenient. Besides ringing the bell, who else could he turn to for help?

He doesn't want to trouble others.

The more Ling Jibei thought about it, the more he had a headache. In a trance, he suddenly thought of the scene of his right hand dripping and his index finger tapping rhythmically on his chest and abdomen.

Ling Jibei shuddered, sat up suddenly, and then realized that it was the shooting button when eating chicken, and Yu Jianglan was simulating shooting.

He must want to play games!