The sound of water was lingering, the surroundings were wet and cold, and I felt pain everywhere. Fu Shen woke up in a whirlwind, and opened his eyes, before he could see the surrounding environment, he vomited.

Someone came to support his shoulder and forcedly handed a leaf filled with water to his mouth: "Rinse mouth."

He was dark for a while, looking at people with ghosts, his limbs were just dismantled, it was difficult to move, and he was forced to drink a few sips of water, and then he took a sigh of relief and recognized his brother .

"Master Yan," Fu Shen said weakly, "Are we both offended?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Xiaohan didn't look back, just stared at him. The face of that i Li had water drops on her face, and the image of Sen Leng's killing was washed away. The expression on her face was a little helpless.

Fu Shen stared at his spine with his amber-like eyes, and stretched out his hand and dangled in front of him: "What's wrong with you, Capricorn?"

Yan Xiaohan pressed his hand gently: "I'm sorry. It's my trouble you ..."

Fu Shen was almost startled by this sudden sincerity, and waved wildly: "No, no, no! No need, no need! I'm fine! You don't need to blame yourself!"

"Don't mess around," Yan Xiaohan reluctantly pressed his other hand, "you have a back injury, watch out."

Fu Shen watched in horror as the big devil who did not blink suddenly turned into a gentle white rabbit, suspecting that the person who had hit his head was actually him.

The two were arched off the cliff by the wild boar. They thought they would die. Who knows that there is no way out of the sky, there is a deep pond at the bottom of the cliff. Fu Shen plunged into the water with his head down, and was fainted by the huge water pressure. Yan Xiaohan was luckier than him. He bumped on the wall of the pond as if he had broken a rib, but he did not feel dizzy. He pulled Fu Shen out of Tan Zhong, found a dry cave nearby, and temporarily placed him here.

While he was in a coma, Yan Xiaohan went out to pick up a pile of dry firewood, and set up a pile of bonfire with the flames wrapped in oil paper by Fu Shen's arms. He estimated that the two of them might not be able to walk out of this valley tonight. He had wanted to prepare some more dry wood. Unfortunately, the heavens were not beautiful. It didn't take long for the weather to turn outside and it started to rain.

Fu Shen touched it with his backhand and found that the back had been torn open by a boar with a deep visible bone wound. It had been simply treated and wrapped with a cloth strip. He was wearing two layers of dry robes, and his coat was roasting by the fire. . Yan Xiaohan only wore a soaked shirt with a piece of hem missing and a large blood stain on his waist.

"Aren't you cold?" Fu Shen sat up holding his body, torn off Yan Xiaohan's robe, and his eyes fixed on him: "Wearing. Not enough dry wood, it will be cold at night."

Pausing, he added: "I have only a little trauma and it doesn't matter. Don't worry."

Fu Shen didn't know that his bone was broken. When he saw that there were no other scars on his body, he believed that it was true and leaned back to the stone wall: "I may not be able to walk now, I will stay here tonight. If you have strength, wait for the rain to stop Then you can leave and walk along the valley, and you can go out tomorrow morning. "

Yan Xiaohan fiddled with the fire with a tree branch without raising his head: "I'll take you out, don't be afraid."

Fu Shen laughed: "I'm not afraid, Baoyan Mountain is where the Fu family is, what am I afraid of? Someone will come down to save me tomorrow, but walking with you will drag you down, and you will get out of it faster."

"Not a drag," Yan Xiaohan shook his head, "I want to stay with you, can't I?"

"Ah?" Fu Shen shouted, and said, "Ah, OK ... OK ..."

Yan Xiaohan stopped talking.

Fu Shen is a splash monkey, and he ca n’t rest when he is hurt. He is curious and presses it for a long time without pressing it. Finally, he carefully asks: "What, Master, what are you doing ... heh, why do you have to stay?"

Yan Xiaohan thought he asked a nonsense and gave him a strange glance.

"I, I, I mean," Fu Shen spurned himself in your heart, and stiffened with red ears, "I thought you didn't seem to see me much?"

Yan Xiaohan stopped his movements, turned around, looked at Fu Shen and said, "You don't need to be called 'adult'."

"Ok?"

"I'm two years old. You haven't taken any word. If you don't dislike Fu Gongzi, you can call me brother."

Fu Shen was stunned: "You haven't won yet? Just eighteen? Can eighteen enter the Dragon Guard?"

Don't blame him for making a fuss, it's that Yan Xiaohan is too old-fashioned and insistent. There is no juvenile recklessness, and the official position is too high. No one would guess that he was only eighteen.

His surprised expression was funny. When he opened his eyes, he looked extraordinarily childish. Yan Xiaohan lowered his head and covered his lips with a smile: "I don't have a crown yet. As for Fei Longwei, don't I have a good father?"

Fu Shen realized that he was a little bit rash and embarrassed, "Brother Yan, don't worry, I don't mean that. With your skill, no matter in the embargo or Feilongwei, you must not be under anyone."

"I didn't hate you either," Yan Xiaohan added a handful of firewood to the fire, leisurely, "You saved me twice, I won't leave you here."

Fu Shen almost asked me, "Are all of you Feilongwei so gracious?" So hung up, he said calmly, "Thank you."

Yan Xiaohan: "I thank you for that."

The rain was getting heavier and denser, and the dense fog filled the mountains. From time to time, cool wind poured into the cave. Fu Shen lost too much blood, his temperature was low, and his frozen lips became white. Yan Xiaohan moved him to the fire, sitting on the outside himself, to shield him from the wind.

Fu Shenwo was very heartfelt. He was the first of the Fu juniors. He grew up listening to the story of "Kong Rong Makes Pears". He has also talked with his friends about his peers. He never really felt the feeling of being covered by an older brother. However, in the current predicament, Yan Xiaohan just filled this position just right.

Despite his status prejudice, he is calm, calm, and considerate, and has an attitude towards Fu Shen like a generous and mature brother.

It does not imagine that the imperial eagle dog of the court should be "very ferocious", nor is it the flattering humor that the **** is willing to recognize the **** as his righteous father.

Fu Tingxin has always taught him to look at his watch, and believe nothing but rumors. Fu Shen peeked at Yan Xiaohan's eyebrows and raised his eyebrows. He said that the guard who pulled the sword away and the young man who sheltered him from the wind and the rain, which is your true "li"?

"Brother Yan," Fu Shen said, "take off your wet clothes and give you your robe."

Yan Xiaohan said, "No need."

"Then sit down then."

Yan Xiaohan looked at him, and wanted to reach out and touch the top of his head: "I'm not cold."

"Don't say that this kind of foolishness is enough to coax the child," Fu Shen said when he spoke, and he was involved in the back wound. He was so painful that he could not help but grind his teeth. "If you blow hair and get cold, how can I take care of you like this? ? We both have to account here in the end. "

The man at the entrance didn't move.

Fu Shen said weakly, "Are you waiting for me to pull you?"

Yan Xiaohan's figure seemed to be completely trapped in the shadow of the stone cave. The fire and warmth were far away from him. He was silent for a long time before he said, "Fu Shen, you know who I am."

Fu Shen: "Ah?"

"You and I are the difference between clouds and mud," Yan Xiaohan said, "don't force yourself, you don't have to preach morality with me."

Fu Shen circulated this sentence in his heart several times before he figured out what he meant. It turned out that he was still afraid that he would abandon himself, and immediately screamed and laughed: "I said that I didn't look down on you, don't compare me with Xie Er's junk! If I hate you, I'll call you Yan, brother, huh? We have two of us left in this barren mountain and ridge, and we're poor about what it is. Am I full ?! "

He fell backwards and sighed coldly: "I'm convinced, you can do it ... Are you two years older than me or just two years old, Brother Yan?"

Yan Xiaohan looked at him with helplessness and emotion in his expression.

Fu Shen won't know what it's like to be poked at his spine, and he doesn't know that his tolerance is alien in most people's eyes. Yan Xiaohan originally thought that his repeated rescue was the limit, but he did not expect that the young man's mind was broader than he had speculated.

"My wound hurts," Fu Shen said suddenly, "the stone is hard and panicked."

This almost coquettish unreasonable request was spoken from his mouth, and it fell into Yan Xiaohan's ears as if there was an instant justification. He finally compromised, came over the hole, sat next to Fu Shen, and patiently asked, "How do you want to sit?"

Fu Shen leaned sideways on his thigh and said vaguely: "Get an advantage. Anyway, I don't hate you. If you hate me, you can bear it."

"Rogue." Yan Xiaohan laughed and stretched his legs to make him more comfortable.

Fu Shen closed his eyes and instructed: "Put a piece of clothes on, and you can cover me by the way, don't be cold."

Yan Xiaohan said "um", took off the toasted coat by the fire, covered him, took off his wet clothes, and put on his robe naked.

"I don't know when the rain will stop," he whispered. "Wake up at night and notice something's wrong and run quickly."

Fu Shen returned with a big yawn.

Seeing that he was sleepy, Yan Xiaohan stopped speaking. The two sat and lay down, closed their eyes, and waited for Tianming quietly.

The fire went out in the middle of the night and the rain didn't stop. The wound behind Fu Shen was blistered, inevitably inflamed and inflamed, a low fever was initiated at night, and the teeth were trembling with freezing. Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Xiaohan couldn't care less than surpassing him, holding Fu Shen's head to hold him up, and let him turn to his side: "Come, sit on my lap ... the leg is slumped."

Fu Shen was groggy, letting him do what he did was terribly obedient. Yan Xiaohan put on a half-dry coat and let Fu Shen slap into his arms. The two robes were rigorous and covered with his body temperature to keep him warm.

Yan Xiaohan put his hands on his hips and shoulders, guarding his back to prevent him from falling. Fu Shen reached out and hugged his waist. His cheeks were pillowed into his shoulder sockets. He found himself in a comfortable position and finally stopped.

"Is it still cold?"

"Not cold. But I'm hungry."

"..."

"Did not eat or drink, it was cold and hungry, and we both blame you when we got here."

"Well, blame me."

"Let you catch the fugitive, this time, okay, the fugitive didn't catch it, and he was arched by a boar ... Will you be punished if you go back?"

"will not."

"why?"

"Because I have a righteous father, no one dares to punish me."

"You are you, your righteous father is your righteous father, what do you always say about him?" Fu Shen muttered. "What about your dear?"

Yan Xiaohan was suddenly silent.

After a long time, he whispered, "I have no father." 2k novel reading network