your glory my sniper

When Ling Jibei pushed the door open, he saw Yu Jianglan sweating on his forehead, sitting on the bed hunched over like a shrimp, slowly stretching his back.

Ling Jibei frowned distressedly, knowing that his back must be hurting again.

"Brother Lan, does it hurt a lot?"

Only then did Yu Jianglan realize that someone had come in, and opened up his curled body a little bit, then sat up straight as if nothing had happened, and smiled slightly, "No, I just move around."

"Move around?" Ling Jibei's expression suddenly changed, and his tone was bad, "Then get up."

Yu Jianglan was slightly surprised, it was the first time he had seen Ling Jibei's serious, black and white pupils, staring at him closely at this moment, and said again word by word:

"Then get up."

Yu Jianglan couldn't get up for the time being.

This method of pulling the spine to relax the psoas muscles can effectively relieve back pain, but the thighs will be numb for a long time after each exercise.

He didn't make a sound, but tentatively supported himself with his hands, but he didn't get up.

Perhaps it was due to the inability of the body, Yu Jianglan was suddenly a little annoyed, and didn't know why the other party had to be serious about his illness, so he responded coldly: "Are you full?"

Looking at his "independent" appearance that he doesn't need anyone to approach or care about him, Ling Jibei felt a little helpless: "I don't understand, why do you like to be brave so much?"

"I don't understand either, do you like embarrassing people so much?"

"I care about you!"

"It's no use."

Ling Jibei choked hard at these three words, and the corners of his lips twitched, "Hey you? You said last night..."

He stopped in the middle of his words, a little dazed, and realized that those words were said by Yu Jianglan after he was drunk, and he probably didn't remember it anymore.

Yu Jianglan suddenly became nervous: "What did I say?"

You said that it has been a long time since you have eaten an egg peeled by others.

You said, thank you Ling Jibei, thank you for being good to me.

You said, you want to have a home.

...

Before he knew it, Ling Jibei's brows and eyes had been coated with a layer of soft light.

Last night, the stars were lingering, and the tenderness from the two people's close embrace has not dissipated until now. Yu Jianglan's fragility, which is rarely exposed, is like a warm seed, deeply rooted in his heart.

The so-called telling the truth after drinking, those truth words, fortunately heard, are enough.

Ling Jibei took it seriously for two seconds, then changed into an out-of-shape appearance, and unexpectedly reached out to Yu Jianglan's lower back: "You said your back hurts, you want me to rub it for you!"

Yu Jianglan smiled and raised his hand to block it: "Fart."

Ling Jibei didn't succeed, so he sighed dejectedly, and complained, "I really envy Tangning and Sister Hong, who can hold your waist and pull your legs, and play with you as you want. You're not like me, you won't even touch them." Let me touch it, humble."

"Ling Jibei," Yu Jianglan frowned, "Don't say inappropriate things."

"You just don't believe me, my massage skills are really six, comparable to the top technicians who gave my mother a spa."

"Self-proclaimed?"

"My mother said so."

Yu Jianglan glanced at him: "I can't see that you are so filial and know how to give auntie a massage."

"Of course there is a fee." Ling Jibei replied truthfully, "Two hundred per minute, with a limit of 1 minutes."

"Why is there still an upper limit?"

"Master Ling's hands are sore."

Well, Yu Jianglan looked at him for a while, and smiled lightly, but there was deep sadness in his eyes.

After all, it is not a completely different life.

He was still a spoiled, careless child, and he was already an outcast adult.

The soreness and numbness on the legs gradually receded, but the pain in the waist was still unbearable. Yu Jianglan got out of bed and wanted to get Yunnan Baiyao aerosol, but when he got to the suitcase, he couldn't squat down.

Acupuncture-like sharp pain spread densely from his waist to tailbone. He stood still for a long time without relief, and thin layers of sweat slipped from the side of his face.

After he got down to the ground, Ling Jibei made up the bed, making a lot of noise.

Yu Jianglan's heart sank, and he began to realize that his back injury seemed to be getting worse, so he finally let go: "Ling Jibei, can you come here for a while?"

"Coming!" Ling Jibei watched him stand there stiffly with his hands on his back, and he understood immediately, and quickly came over to hold him, his mouth almost reaching his ears, "Why, don't be brave La?"

Yu Jianglan lowered his eyes and pointed to the bottle of spray in the suitcase, which was close at hand, but he couldn't get it.

He was extremely frustrated, and his voice became inaudibly low: "Help me get that."

"Hey!" Ling Jibei readily agreed, leaning over 180 degrees suddenly, and while taking out the bottle of spray from the box, he also showed Yu Jianglan what a good waist is.

As frustrated as Yu Jianglan was, Ling Jibei was as happy as he was, "Look, that's right, if you push me around, I'll be happy to help people."

As he spoke, he avoided Yu Jianglan's hand receiving the spray, walked directly behind him, lifted his hem, and said excitedly, "I'll spray it for you!"

Yu Jianglan didn't refuse, but felt a cool wind on his lower back, and gasped slightly in pain: "Do you know where to spray it?"

The smile on Ling Jibei's face slowly disappeared, the shining pupils silently dimmed, and the spray of Yunnan Baiyao was shaking empty in his hand for a long time before he replied in a low voice, "I know. "

The suddenly swollen section of the beautiful waist is particularly dazzling, and the degree of swelling already makes one's heart tremble just by looking at it.

Ling Jibei couldn't help rubbing it lightly with his thumb, and stored all his emotions in this slight force.

Yu Jianglan's muscles tensed sensitively, and his heartbeat became disordered.

呲——

The cold medicine mist sprayed out at this time, making his waist shivering from the cold suddenly straighten.

"Uh huh..."

Yu Jianglan snorted and took two quick breaths.

"Brother Lan, don't go out today." Ling Jibei carefully helped him walk to the bed, his heart throbbing with pain, "Lie down."

Yu Jianglan grabbed his arm, sat down little by little, endured the severe pain of sitting on the bed, and then lay down.

Only then did I realize that the bed was different.

When I looked up, I saw a big soft mattress standing against the wall. The current bed was just a light quilt on a hard bed.

"I heard that people with back injuries can't sleep on soft beds." Ling Jibei kept helping him to lie down before withdrawing his hand, then sat on the bed from the other side, patted the bed board with his hands to make a bang, and then smiled , "Then I'll sleep on the bed with Brother Lan!"

Yu Jianglan's Adam's apple moved slightly: "Don't do this, I'm not used to it."

"Don't do it? Do you want to take care of you?" Ling Jibei lay side by side with him, brushing his phone without raising his head, and said, "Yu Jianglan, do you know why you seem to be living so hard? Because you don't sell miserably." , you try to be brave."

While talking, he browsed the hot posts related to [Masked Gun Couple Contest] on the Internet, and sure enough, he found a "businessman" selling competition codes in a corner.

There is no need to think about such a competition without a real name. There will definitely be such a gray area.

He enthusiastically added the contact information of that person, waiting for a reply, and seeing Yu Jianglan not saying a word, he continued: "You always act like you reject everyone thousands of miles away, and take care of yourself. It's been a long time , who will take care of you?"

Yu Jianglan finally couldn't help it: "Otherwise, you fight for me?"

"Carry it." Ling Jibei didn't hesitate, "I will carry it."

Yu Jianglan chuckled and shook his head, "Little brat."

"You're older, three years older, and four centimeters taller. I'm proud of you." Ling Jibei muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why do you always want to overwhelm me..."

Yu Jianglan didn't say anything, closed his eyes, thinking about the game a few days later, he felt a slight headache.

There are five rounds in the first round, and fifteen rounds in the third round. They sit the whole time, even if their back hurts unbearably in the middle, they can't get down.

Do you want to participate?

"Brother Lan, are you sure you want to participate in that competition?"

When Ling Jibei asked this question, Yu Jianglan was startled suddenly, does this person have mind reading skills, how does he know what he is thinking.

"Yes, participate." Yu Jianglan replied calmly.

"To be SpongeBob SquarePants?"

"Ah."

"Then what if your Patrick's special dish?"

"As long as the teammate doesn't pinch a mine and blow me up to death, it's fine to hang up."

"what."

Ling Jibei lowered his head, looked at the entry code on the phone screen that was still steaming, and smiled from ear to ear.

The code name on it is Pai Daxing.