My son sleeps lightly

Xiao Chong was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, but it was not because of the unhealed injury on his shoulder.

He was lying on his back, wanting to give him a hug, his whole body seemed to be filled with Ye Lan's breath, which made him so excited that he couldn't control himself.

A kiss gave this 16-year-old boy finally some of the youthfulness he should have.

Xiao Chong stretched out his hand to the air, and tightly wrapped it around himself, imagining Ye Lan lying beside him.

……

He shook his head vigorously, not very well at the thought.

Xiao Chong continued to smile, this may be one of his happiest days in these years.

After all, in the past 16 years, he had very few happy days, and Ye Lan accounted for more than half of them.

Ye Lan always has a kind of magical power, which can make him forget all the troubles and anxieties in the present, and only pretend to be him in his heart.

His waywardness, his little temper are so endearing, and I always feel that I can't spoil him enough.

Xiao Chong sighed, thinking that Ye Lan might be the same in the eyes of others, he felt restless, jealous, angry, all kinds of emotions seemed to come out.

Discussing so many major events with everyone today, Xiao Chong couldn't feel such big emotional ups and downs.

He thought wildly for a while, and finally got a little tired.

Like Ye Lan usually did, he rolled the quilt together and held it between his legs, and he was still smiling when he fell asleep.

What happened after that was like a big dream.

When Xiao Chong woke up, he was catching up with the first snow falling outside the tent, he took a deep breath, it was dry and cold.

"General, you're awake!" Xue Rui, Xiao Chong's deputy, walked in. He himself had just woken up, and his body was still on. He put down the charcoal basin prepared for Xiao Chong, rubbed his hands, and pointed his palms at the swelling. Flame, "Oh, but it's getting colder and colder. Are we really going to take down Wuling City tomorrow?"

Xiao Chong was in a daze for a moment, what he just dreamed about happened two years ago.

His second young master, holding his face, kissed him for the first time.

Xiao Chong patted his face, and could no longer feel the warmth in those palms at that time.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, "How about General Chang?"

"Say it." Xue Rui smacked his lips, "General Chang himself is an ice cube, how could he be afraid of the cold."

When Xiao Chong heard this, his expression became a little more relaxed. Ye Lan had said similar things before, but he always said with his face up. He was not afraid of hearing Chang Qin at all. If he could make the other party angry, he might be happier. .

"What about the arrangements for going to Luobei City?" Xiao Chong asked again.

"After this battle is over, the city lord will arrange it," Xue Rui replied, "Oh yes, letter," he almost forgot.

Xiao Chong took Xue Rui's letter, opened it and read it quickly. He could use his past memory to complete every sentence in Ye Lan's expression when he said it.

"Liang Qiu said that you fought hard for a while before, and you weren't injured, right?" You must have pursed your lips, probably suspicious.

"It's snowing heavily. Taohua said that the flower in the mansion is still strong, but it was already wilted when I went to see it this morning. This girl must have lied to me on purpose." In the letter, I was afraid that Taohua, who was cleaning for him, would find out.

"Brother He Hui said that it is snowing in Changling, and there is no place in the northern region that does not snow. I hope that the snow here will fall with the snow in your place." Xiao Chong looked at these words and felt nervous, "Snow They are stronger than me and can go to you."

Just looking at these words, you can feel Ye Lan's aggrieved look. Xiao Chong's heart trembled twice, and he didn't dare to pinch the letter paper hard, so he sighed twice.

Xue Rui stood beside Xiao Chong, watching the expression on the general's usually calm face, he couldn't help but want to laugh, "You only do this when you read letters from home."

Xiao Chong looked up at him, and saw Xue Rui's two index fingers pressing on the dimple, "The corners of his mouth can reach here."

"I..." Xiao Chong was embarrassed to answer, Xue Rui just teased a few times and said, "I'll go outside to check, you have to transcribe the letter again."

"Ah."

Xiao Chongying came down, didn't remember to take a shower, walked to the back of the long table in the tent in his sleeping clothes, laid the letter flat, pressed it with a paperweight, pressed the corners again, and began to copy the letter word by word copy.

He wrote every word very seriously, not daring to make mistakes.

Afterwards, he carefully put the letter back in the original envelope, and carefully read the copy he had copied several times.

Because they were taught by the same teacher, Xiao Chong and Ye Lan's handwriting were very similar.

But it was always like this. Xiao Chong began to imitate Ye Lan's handwriting both unintentionally and intentionally. According to the present, his handwriting and Ye Lan's handwriting are not much different. For a letter like this, two pieces of paper are stacked on the Together, they may roughly overlap.

Xiao Chong looked at the words on the letter with satisfaction, and the more he thought about it, the warmer he felt, and he began to write a reply letter again.

"I suffered a little injury, but it's not serious. I don't think it's necessary to tell you. It's not much more painful than a fingertip cut by a piece of paper." Xiao Chong looked at a long scar on his forearm, and continued to write,

"Peach Blossom is naughty, take a look at the back of the greenhouse in your spare time, she, she always hides flowers there, maybe she's not dead yet."

"The fog on Wuling is a bit heavy, and the snow turns into water halfway through a lot of snow, and there is always a feeling of uncleanness. It is not as good as you."

Xiao Chong dipped some ink, "I'm not really comparing you with Xue, you are better than everything else."

He hesitated for a while, afraid that Ye Lan would use it as a talking point next time, so he crossed out the word "love" and replaced it with the word "think".

"Miss you."