your glory my sniper

During Yu Jianglan's hospitalization, almost all relatives and friends came to visit him, including the aunt who had drawn the line, brought Shen Maojie to the hospital to see him, and assisted Ling Jibei to take care of him until he was discharged from the hospital.

All kinds of grievances and entanglements in the past seemed to have turned into smoke and dust that disappeared with the wind overnight. No one mentioned it, so it seemed that it never happened.

Ling Jibei watched from the side, and couldn't help but feel that his Brother Lan sometimes really looks like a child, with the purest and most beautiful heart in the world.

He even felt aggrieved for Yu Jianglan, who obviously brought him such deep and painful memories, but if he showed him a little bit of warmth, he would be forgiven and continue to treat each other with sincerity.

Brother Lan won't hold grudges.

Not a long memory at all.

He began to like talking with Shen Maojie, talking about the past with a smile and letting go of it gently.

He also enjoys the meticulous care of his aunt. He likes to listen to her nagging ears and instructions.

Ling Jibei watched all this silently, feeling both happy and distressed.

In fact, Brother Lan is a very easy to satisfy person, but on weekdays, his happiness is hidden by himself, and he doesn't want others to know his inner world.

He always makes himself look indifferent, lonely, and indestructible, but in fact, maybe even the blooming of flowers will secretly move him for a long time.

Shen Maojie is now the starting member of DLK. He has played a few games. Although he can't compare with Lingshen, who was once brilliant, but as a rookie who has just turned nineteen, he has played very well.

Because there is still training, Shen Maojie will return to the club after staying for a few days. After saying goodbye to Yu Jianglan, he went to Ling Jibei alone, saying that he wanted to ask KPL's jungler ceiling to "learn lessons".

However, Ling Jibei didn't have a good impression of him, and said a few perfunctory words that the hero pool is too shallow, and the problem of poor rhythm in the early stage will be resolved.However, Shen Maojie hesitated and refused to leave, looking awkward.

Ling Jibei frowned lightly: "What, is there anything else?"

He never concealed his emotions, hostility and disgust were all written on his face, and the root cause probably dates back to that night a long time ago.But because Shen Maojie pushed Yu Jianglan once in the hospital, he couldn't forgive this person for the rest of his life, and he couldn't let go of this matter.

Shen Maojie could tell that the other party didn't like him, so he pursed his lips in embarrassment, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly: "Ling Shen, you have always been my idol, you were before, you are now, and you will not change in the future."

"Well, thank you." Ling Jibei raised the corner of his lower lip, and was about to leave but was stopped by Shen Maojie again: "Ling Shen!"

"what happened?"

"My brother... I'll leave it to you." When Shen Maojie said this, his tone was very gentle, and there was still a faint gleam in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I want to spend the rest of my life with your brother, and I will take good care of him. I don't need anyone to ask me." Ling Jibei said.

"That's good, my brother... my brother..." Shen Maojie said with a smile and lowered his head, as if he was a little embarrassed, he hesitated for a long time: "Don't look at my brother like that, in fact, there are many things to be afraid of Yes. I’m afraid of thunder, and I’ll have nightmares when it’s raining, so I have to hold on to something. I’m afraid of pain. You can’t see that. Medicine, he is crying..."

Ling Jibei blinked thoughtfully: "Oh..."

"I don't know what my brother... told you. In your eyes, I should be a heinous villain. I don't want to argue, because I was really a jerk in the past."

Ling Jibei smiled, and looked straight into his eyes: "Brother Ke Lan, he never told me anything bad about you."

Shen Maojie raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Really?"

"He has always cherished your family. Really, during the period after he came back from Binzhou, he was in a bad mood. He didn't eat much, and he couldn't eat any more." Ling Jibei sighed and said to him : "Besides you, he really has no relatives, um."

Shen Maojie frowned slightly after hearing this, and the whole person fell into a long meditation, and every moment in the silence was infinitely elongated.

He always liked to bully Yu Jianglan in the past, because under the same roof, on the same bed, even such a forced intimacy did not make the latter open his heart to him a little.

Hearing these words now, Shen Maojie was inexplicably sad.

Hey, he sighed lightly, after all, he was out of breath.

Ling Jibei didn't know what Shen Maojie was thinking during this time, but when he saw his back disappearing in the corridor, he quickly raised his hand and wiped his eyes.

As far as Shen Maojie is concerned, he is a little happy for Yu Jianglan, happy that he finally walked out of that self-enclosed shell, and also happy that he met the person who changed his life.

The cold wind gusts in the corridor of the hospital, Ling Jibei sends Shen Maojie away and then walks to the ward, feeling a little stomachache from the sudden cold.

He didn't take it seriously at first, but after taking two steps, he found that he couldn't straighten up.

The palm of the hand covered the stomach through the clothes and pressed it. In just a few minutes, the place was already swollen and hard, and there were faint convulsions one after another.

Fuck, stomach trouble.

Ling Jibei cursed secretly, stood leaning against the wall for a while, trying to slow down.

He doesn't have stomach problems very often, but every time he does, he's going to be tossing around, and the pain is really terrible.

He kept taking deep breaths on the spot, but he still didn't feel any relief. Instead, he felt the cold air creeping up his legs because he looked down and saw his ankles exposed under the incandescent light, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Ling Jibei didn't say anything, and after returning to the ward, taking advantage of Yu Jianglan's afternoon nap, he quietly found a chair and sat down.

Stomach churned up and down, sour up his throat in bursts, violent vomiting came over him, Ling Jibei wanted to vomit but couldn't straighten up.

He folded his arms and tightened his abdomen, bent his body down little by little, almost laying his entire upper body on his knees, his pale little face was full of pain.

"Hmm... ah..." Ling Jibei gasped for breath in pain, his feet rubbed against the ground uncontrollably, and the muffled groan in his throat became clearer than the previous one.

He was anxious, afraid of being discovered by Yu Jianglan, but he didn't know that stomach problems were also emotional diseases, the more anxious he was, the more serious the spasms in his stomach would be.The swelling pain continued to expand, and it had reached his chest silently, making him not only want to vomit, but also feel a little suffocated due to chest tightness, and he couldn't breathe.

"Lingling?"

Yu Jianglan didn't sleep well, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ling Jibei curled up on a chair not far away, frowning and trembling, and was stabbed in the heart.

"What's wrong with you?" Yu Jianglan lost all sleepiness in an instant, and sat up with his hands on the bed.

Ling Jibei's head was covered with sweat, he raised his eyes tremblingly, and pretended to smile calmly: "It's okay, I should have eaten something bad, I'll go to the bathroom."

He didn't want Yu Jianglan to worry, he resisted the discomfort as he spoke, stood up from the chair, and walked out.At the same time, it was as if meat and intestines were twisted together in his stomach, and he was torn apart. The pain caused him to lean his neck back and close his eyes.

Tears came out at once: "Ugh...vomit!"

Accompanied by a piercing retch.

"Brother Lan, wait for me, I'll be back soon..."

"Ling Jibei!" Yu Jianglan called him, and he could tell at a glance that he had an upset stomach: "Where are you going! Come here! Don't make me worry!"

Yu Jianglan didn't often speak so harshly, Ling Jibei really stopped when he heard this, and turned around to see Yu Jianglan propped up on the bed, it seemed that if he was disobedient, he would get out of bed and chase after him in the next second.

Ling Jibei knew that his waist had just recovered and he couldn't stand the toss, so he didn't dare to be willful, and slowly leaned towards his hospital bed, clutching his stomach.

"It's okay, Brother Lan..." Ling Jibei's breath was a little weak, and it sounded a bit coquettish: "My stomach hurts."

Yu Jianglan watched him walk over with a frown, and stretched out his hand immediately, pulling him onto her bed.

"What's going on?" Yu Jianglan lifted the quilt, and tightly hugged the person who was exuding air-conditioning, even the quilt, in his arms, feeling extremely distressed: "Why does your stomach hurt? Did you eat something cold?"

Ling Jibei curled up in Yu Jianglan's warm bed like a kitten, hugged by his strong arms, although his stomach still twitched, but it was obviously not as unbearable as before.

He buried his face in Yu Jianglan's chest, looked aggrieved, and replied in a low voice: "I didn't eat cold..."

"No socks again?" Yu Jianglan asked him with a helpless sigh.

"It's over..." Ling Jibei said lazily, rubbing the tears from the pain on Yu Jianglan's collarbone, coquettishly: "I have a stomachache, so don't criticize me..."

"Is it still hurting badly?" Yu Jianglan looked down at him and asked softly.

"Yes." Ling Jibei agreed decisively: "It hurts so bad...what should I do..."

"Then ring the bell. After all, this is also a hospital. We can treat any pain." Yu Jianglan raised his hand as he spoke.

"No," Ling Jibei interrupted him: "I want you to treat me."

Yu Jianglan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, raised the corner of his lower lip, and asked him: "You really hurt, you pretend to hurt, why do I think you're acting with me!"

"It hurts, treat me."

"How?"

"I don't know, you have to figure out a way." After finishing speaking, Ling Jibei buried his head deeper like an ostrich.

Yu Jianglan's chest is very strong, and it is like a huge heat source, gradually letting the warm breath spread all over Ling Jibei's limbs and bones.Ling Jibei liked it so much, he wished he could compress his whole body into it, and become one with his lover.

"Find a solution!" Ling Jibei urged.

"Okay, okay, Brother Lan will find a way for you, ah." Yu Jianglan watched the other party sticking to him like a sucker fish, smiled dotingly, raised his hand and stroked the back of his head: "Good boy, It doesn't hurt anymore."

Ling Jibei was obviously very dissatisfied with the mere pat on the head: "I have a stomachache, so what's the use of patting the head, hmph."

After hearing this, Yu Jianglan turned her body slightly, let Ling Ji Beiping lie on her arm, and rubbed his stomach with the other hand.

The moment his hand touched Ling Jibei's stomach, the child's body tensed suddenly, his brows frowned, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, looking very painful. "My stomach hurts, Brother Lan, take it easy." Ling Jibei said.

Yu Jianglan's face darkened, and he realized that his stomach was cramping. Although his heart ached, he still couldn't forget to preach. "You made your stomach like this at a young age, you."

Ling Jibei imitated his tone with a smile and replied: "You are so young, your waist is so tired, eh."

Yu Jianglan laughed silently, bowed his head and kissed the person in his arms.

Ling Jibei felt the familiar touch imprinted on his forehead, and felt the big hand of his sweetheart gently rubbing on his stomach, that kind of numbness seemed to be able to penetrate into his bones.

He closed his eyes comfortably, "It's fine, we two patients are together, it's fine too."

"Brother Lan, it would be nice to have you in my life." With the sudden affection and a plain sentence, the eyes of both of them turned red at the same time.

Ling Jibei held the hand rubbing his abdomen, and slowly moved it up to his heart.

"Whether in the past or in the future, it has nothing to do with winning or losing..."

"I will always take you to the battlefield."

YG, Yourglory.

You are my eternal glory.

The author has something to say: The story of Lan Ge and Ling Ling is finished here, there is still a hidden chapter to be updated, and the column is looking for clues~

There are some things in my heart that I want to tell you:

Since writing a novel, the happiest thing is that someone can be happy, angry, sad, and happy in my story, always refresh to read comments, sometimes reading a thoughtful comment can make me happy for a long time.The most regrettable thing is that I don't have enough ability to be responsible for the story of Brother Lan and Lingshen, and I can't let the little angel who liked them at first stay until the end...

In the past, when I couldn't write an article, I was stuck. This article has also gone through this stage, and I once thought about abandoning the pit and running away.I always feel like this, when I feel that a piece of writing has collapsed a bit, I want to give up completely.

But this article has no pitfalls, and I finished it with the courage to write it. While denying the previous part, I wrote down the latter part. I know that the writing is very poor, there are many loopholes, and I don’t ask many people to like it.But this process is really annoying, so let's stop here...

Thank you everyone for being with Lan Lan and Ling Ling these days, thank you every reader for your tolerance and support, and thank you to the little angels in the comment area for contributing to the motivation of scumbag authors.

Love you guys!

See you next time if you have a chance!

感谢在2021-07-1202:39:54~2021-07-1423:21:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: qihuu, soft and his own father;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!