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Chapter 114 Lin Hong's Worried Midnight Song

"What's wrong with the mouth?" Wan Guchuan squeezed his chin with one hand, turned his face around, and looked at it seriously.

Lin Hong: "..."

Lips are lightly pigmented and beautifully shaped without issue.

Lin Hong patted his hand away and squinted at him.

Is it because my hint is too obvious?It couldn't be that Gu Yunshu misread it, and his own memory had problems, right?

"Hiss." Lin Hong licked his back teeth angrily.

Wan Guchuan frowned, and asked again, "What's wrong with your mouth?"

"..." Lin Hong looked at him, observing whether he really didn't understand his hint or pretended not to understand.

If he was pretending...then he was going to deny it to the end-he didn't want to communicate with himself, so he didn't say a word the next day, but said "no worries".

Lin Hong's "willing to win" has been shaken a little. He can do what he thinks alone boldly, but now, he has to worry about the other party, and he wants to stand in Wan Guchuan's perspective.

It takes courage to turn away from the crowded road and go to the deserted trail. People on the road are all looking at you, and you are against the world.

One step out is beyond redemption.

And Lin Hong was willing to be with him forever.

But what about Wan Guchuan?

Wan Guchuan is a great general, will the habit of broken sleeves affect him? ——What's more, the emperor entrusted him with a heavy responsibility at this time, with the tiger amulet in his hand, the army's will is directed, and the people's will.

As long as he returns from victory, he must be in power.So when he said "no worries" he actually chose fame and future?

Is he willing to marry me?

Lin Hong's fingernails ran across the palm of his hand.

Lin Hong changed his mind, he wanted to pretend he didn't know, followed Wan Guchuan's wishes, and gave him some time, as well as himself, to see clearly why he pushed him away, and whether it was really what he thought.

Lin Hong rolled his eyes and smiled, "It's too dry in winter, and my lips are always cracked."

Wan Guchuan reached out and took the water glass on the table and handed it to him, "Drink more water."

Lin Hong: "..."

The sun is setting, and the window is golden.

Lin Hong sat cross-legged on the bed, and he began to think.He still doesn't know the reason why Wan Guchuan didn't reveal it.

Going back to the root - does Wan Guchuan really have feelings for him?

About that kiss——Gu Yunshu was talking drunk, and his memory was rather vague. What if he was forced to kiss Wan Guchuan by himself at that time, and he was forced to be helpless or confused for a while?

But thinking back carefully, Wan Guchuan was too kind to him.Should I have this confidence?After all, they are men.

In the midst of entanglement, Lin Hong imagined that if his brother kissed him suddenly, he might have kicked him, and he had to scold him, so how could he cooperate with him? Contact each other.

Lin Hong looked at Wan Guchuan.

The bed is against the wall and there is a window on the wall.Wan Guchuan sat against the sunlight outside the window, stretched his two long legs, and crossed his ankles.Muted in the shadows, his brows and eyes appeared to be deeper, his eyes were half closed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lin Hong moved and touched Wan Guchuan's thigh with his knee, but Wan Guchuan didn't dodge.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Lin Hong staring at him, Wan Guchuan said, "What are you looking at me for?"

"Can't you see it?" Lin Hong raised his eyebrows.

Neither of them spoke, and Wan Guchuan also looked at him quietly.

The house fell silent.The voices of the villagers in the distance are hazy, and the house seems to be frozen in contrast. This kind of solidification is like the lake in the south of the Yangtze River in winter, like a mirror, which will ripple when touched.

Wan Guchuan curled up the hand placed by his side.

The warm sunset glow came in from the window, and Wan Guchuan looked sideways at Lin Hong, with half of his face immersed in the glow.

At this moment, Lin Hong felt that he was about to say something.

Wan Guchuan smiled, raised his hand and patted the back of his head lightly, "Look, take advantage of the good light."

Lin Hong:?Is this human?

Lin Hong couldn't take it anymore, he took the cup and went out to fetch some more water.

When he came back, Wan Guchuan was wiping his sword.

Pulling out the scabbard, the sword was covered with blood, and after just a few wipes, the white coarse cloth in his hand was stained black and red.

Lin Hong put the water glass on the table and looked at the coarse cloth.

——The sound of the iron drum at the top of the city is still vibrating, and the golden knife and blood in the box are still wet. (Note 1)

Last night, he also had blood on Wan Guchuan's body, and wiped a few pots of blood out.

Lin Hong has never been to a battlefield, so he can only learn a thing or two from poems and history books——

"The soldiers of the captives are in the clouds, and the bones are wrapped around the grass roots on the battlefield.

The Jianhe River is windy and snowy, and the sand mouth is frozen and the horseshoes are off. "(Note 2)

Is that so?Danger is everywhere, and you will die at any time.

Lin Hong pursed his lips.

"When the blood coagulates, it can't be pulled out." Wan Guchuan explained seeing Lin Hong looking at him all the time.

He likes to use heavy weapons such as halberds, spears and long knives on the battlefield, which can cut down and knock down enemies.The sword is only used occasionally, and it is best to wipe the blood in the scabbard, but there is no such spare time on the battlefield.

"I know." Lin Hong sat by the bed.

When Wan Guchuan retracted his knife and put it back into its sheath again, Lin Hong said, "Give me your hand."

"What are you doing?" Wan Guchuan was puzzled but still passed his hand.

In this hand, the fingers are straight and long, the nails are neatly trimmed, and the back of the hand is full of broken bones, slightly protruding blood vessels, full of strength.

Lin Hong raised his hand and caught it—the knuckles were all worn out.

He looked at the wound for a while, then took the Jinchuang medicine left by Madam Liu and rubbed it on Wan Guchuan.

Wan Guchuan looked down at him.

"Don't touch it." Lin Hong let go of his hand.

Wan Guchuan's hand stayed where it was for a moment before taking it back, "Yes."

"You should go to bed earlier tonight." Lin Hong said.

In the middle of the night, Lin Hong was awakened by the slight sound of closing the closet. He was so sleepy that he didn't open his eyes.

Not long after, he heard the wardrobe open again with a "creak", and then close with a "creak", not too much, but enough to wake Lin Hong up completely.

But this time, he dared not open his eyes.

The closet was still opening and closing slightly, "squeak"... "creak"... the sound echoed softly in the quiet room, as if someone was hiding in the closet, constantly opening and closing the closet, from the closet spy on them in...

Lin Hong suddenly heard the sound of the chair creaking again.

The glass of water rubbed against the table...

Dragging the cloth bag on the ground...

fingernails across the bed...

There were light footsteps coming from the door, back and forth...

There were also some inexplicable sounds, very soft...they sounded at the same time.

Lin Hong realized that there were many people in this room.

His back felt chilly, and he lay motionless, not daring to move.

Did you have it last night?Was he too deep in sleep to notice?

Lin Hong's heart beat faster, what should I do?Do you want to continue pretending to be asleep or get up?

Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed his hand under the quilt.He shook it lightly, as if telling him not to be afraid.

Lin Hong immediately felt relieved, and Wan Guchuan should have heard these abnormal noises.

He can think calmly now.If there were these voices last night, does that mean that as long as they continue to "sleep", these "people" who make the voices will not do anything to them?

Just as Lin Hong was thinking, he suddenly felt something like hair brushing gently across his face...

It was as if a face was poking over him, and the tails of the drooping hair brushed past him...

Lin Hong couldn't help breathing a little faster.He felt that the hair seemed to stop on his face, as if the "person" had stopped and was hanging above him looking at him...

The people around him seemed to feel that he was suddenly tense, and the hand holding him increased a little bit of strength, and their thumbs gently wiped the back of his hand to comfort him.

Lin Hong slowed down his breathing again.

The hair moved again and seemed to leave.

The movement in the room continued.

The "people" in the room were moving back and forth, Lin Hong felt that his sense of hearing was extremely sharp at this moment, and he could outline in his mind what these "people" were doing...

He didn't dare to move, so he could only pretend to be asleep. They heard his heart beating violently uncontrollably.

In this case, every moment is suffering.

I don't know how long it took, a flute sounded suddenly, faintly coming from a distance, misty and hazy.

At the same time, the sound in the room suddenly became quiet!As if in an instant, all the "people" stopped moving, or in other words, disappeared.

In the silence, this flute sound became more distinct and clear.

So many voices turned into the flute at this time, which made Lin Hong feel a little dizzy, and he didn't know what was going on.

The sound of the flute did not last long before disappearing.

After the sound of the flute disappeared, those noises did not reappear.

The house was quiet again.

Lin Hong lay motionless for a while, opened his eyes slightly, and looked around as far as he could see.

The moonlight shone in the dark room, and it was quiet—there was nothing, and the furnishings had not been touched, as if those sounds just now were his hallucinations.

He moved and wanted to get up, but the person beside him turned sideways and stopped him with the other hand.

"Lin Hong, don't go, go to sleep." Wan Guchuan tightened his grip on his hand.

Why?Lin Hong frowned.

Shouldn't you get up at this time to see what's in the house, and then go out to find where the sound of the flute is coming from?

Lin Hong looked sideways at Wan Guchuan.

The faint moonlight shone on Wan Guchuan's face from outside the window. He faced himself and nodded slightly. From Lin Hong's perspective, he could see his browbones, straight nose, and thick eyelashes—he was really serious. sleep.

Lin Hong seemed to understand why he didn't go.After leaving the ghost square, he was on the battlefield, but it was more peaceful here. He wanted to take his time and prolong the time in the ghost square...

Lin Hong's heart twitched, and he was inexplicably sad. He moved his feet under the bed, and the tip of his toes carefully touched Wan Guchuan's calf. His sense of touch was infinitely magnified, and his body temperature was transmitted through the fabric.

Wan Guchuan didn't move, but Lin Hong moved a little bit towards him.

"What's wrong?" Wan Guchuan's casual voice was extremely low.

Lin Hong still looked at him by the moonlight.

He always likes to ask himself "what's the matter", as if as long as he speaks, he can agree to any request, and he can solve any problem.

"Scared." Lin Hong whispered in a breathy voice.

The voice was very soft in the tranquility, as light as a bird's feather swept over Wan Guchuan's heart.

He stretched his arms around Lin Hong's back, and gently hugged him into his arms.

In front of Lin Hong's eyes was Wan Guchuan's collarbone, and his breath smelled good.

"Don't be afraid."

He felt breath brushing the hair on the top of his head.

Lin Hong poked his palm with his fingernail.

Okay, sleep, don't go.

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Note 1: The sound of the iron drum at the top of the city is still vibrating, and the golden knife and blood in the box are still wet.

——"Two Poems Out of the Fortress" by Wang Changling of Tang Dynasty

Note 2: Admiral Yong Yan set off to the west, and marched in Pingming playing the flute.Drums beating on all sides, the snow and the sea surged, and the three armies shouted that the mountains were moving.The soldiers of the captives are in the clouds, and the bones of the battlefield are wrapped around the grass roots.The Jianhe River is windy and snowy, and the sand mouth is frozen and the horseshoes are off.

——"Luntai Song Sends Doctor Feng to the Western Expedition"? Tang Cen Shen