The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

Only after following the caravan through the customs did Jiang Chen completely relax. The two of them found a shop in the border town, rested for a day, and then headed to where the Zhenbei Army was stationed.

It was inconvenient for Ling Si to appear in the North with his identity, so he pretended to be the doctor who saved Jiang Chen and followed him into the military camp.

Upon learning that the deputy commander had returned safely, the soldiers on duty were filled with disbelief and surprise, and quickly called their superior. When the superior saw Jiang Chen, he quickly invited him in and asked the soldiers to go to the parade ground to inform the commander-in-chief.

The subordinate clasped his fists and saluted: "During the days when the deputy commander was away, I was worried and frightened, and the commander couldn't sleep at night. The commander must be very happy to know that you have returned safely."

When they arrived at the tent, Jiang Chen sat in the main seat. His subordinates told him that they had called the doctor in the barracks to treat him.

Jiang Chen glanced at the person beside him and agreed. After all, it was a gesture of his subordinates' good will, and it would also allow Ling Si to better understand his physical condition. The wound medicines used by the other party were all top-notch, and Jiang Chen could clearly feel the regrowth of his skin and flesh. In just half a month, some of the wounds on his body had scabbed and fallen off, but the arrow wound on his chest was quite deep, and it would take some time to recover.

Only then did the subordinates notice the plain-looking man behind the deputy commander, "General, who is this..."

Jiang Chen introduced Ling Si to him: "This is the doctor who saved my life on the road. Without him, my injuries would not have recovered so quickly, so I brought him here to express my gratitude."

The subordinates understood and had some doubts in their hearts, but they became more respectful to Ling Si. Since he was someone the deputy commander trusted, he would surely not make mistakes.

Before the doctor arrived, he heard the sound of armor rubbing against each other. Jiang Chen stood up and saw his father, fully armed, striding into the tent. The man pressed him hard in his arms and patted his arm, "You little bastard, you scared your father to death!"

"I told you not to be so reckless next time! I'm finally back. If anything happens to you, your mother will skin me alive."

The old man likes to blame others when he gets excited. His mother who is far away in Beijing was blamed for nothing, even though it was Jiang Wunan who was worried about him.

Jiang Wunan was bold and excited, patting people's arms with muffled sounds. Ling Si was worried that he would tear the wound that Jiang Chen had finally healed, so he put one hand in front of the two of them, "Jiang Chen's wound is not healed yet, be careful."

Jiang Wunan was stunned. He recognized Ling Si almost the moment he saw him. He had to listen to his son-in-law. It seemed that it was Ling Si's credit that this kid came back.

He let go of Jiang Chen and led the two to sit down. "I am getting old and confused. Jiang Chen, why don't you introduce this young master?"

Jiang Chen understood that his father might not recognize Ling Si as his good brother because of his disguise. He glanced around the camp and saw that those generals were so moved that they all left for various reasons, leaving time for the few people to reminisce.

Jiang Wunan patted Jiang Chen on the shoulder and said, "You have to thank your husband very much. If it weren't for him, you would really be finished!"

Then he turned to Ling Si who was standing beside him and said with emotion: "Xiao Si, I am really sorry to trouble you. We in the Jiang family will definitely remember this great favor."

Jiang Chen:!!!

He grabbed Jiang Wunan's hand, not daring to look at the side: "Father, you said 'husband'? Who is the 'husband'?"

Jiang Wunan looked at him with disgust and said, "Are you mentally damaged? You two have been married for several years. Why are you pretending in front of your father?"

Jiang Chen's expression broke.

He and Ling Si...are husband and wife! ?

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Although it was not as exaggerated as three days and three nights, Ling Si still slept for one day. The longer he slept, the longer Jiang Chen sat in the tent. The man propped up his chin and looked at him carefully, his eyes swept over the young man's beautiful and deep eyebrows, high nose bridge, and light-colored lips, and he swallowed his saliva in a cowardly manner.

No wonder he had impulse towards Ling Si. It wasn’t a secret crush on her. They were just a legitimate husband and wife. Think about it, what’s wrong with her husband?

Thinking of the first time he woke up and saw Ling Si, and Ling Si's answer when he asked about their relationship, Jiang Chen wanted to go back and slap himself. Sure enough, he couldn't be too absolute. He didn't like men in the first place, and his marriage partner was also a man. Jiang Wunan said that the two of them were sticky and had a very good relationship before. They wrote letters once a month in the north.

Ling Si's overly cold reaction did not make him feel that the other party did not like him. On the contrary, it was precisely because the other party was cold and was still willing to keep communicating with him and responding tirelessly that it showed that Ling Si had feelings for him.

The friction of clothes caused the bed to vibrate slightly. Jiang Chen held his breath and watched the hand of the person on the bed reach out from the quilt and rest on his sleeve.

I can find him accurately even in my dreams, if this isn’t love, then what is it?

Jiang Chen gently held the fingertip and squeezed it carefully. In his sight, the young man slowly opened his eyes. After a moment, his senses returned to his limbs and he looked at the man who was squeezing his fingertips.

Crossing his sleeves, Jiang Chen whispered, "Did I wake you up?"

"No."

Having slept for too long, Ling Si was not fully awake now. His limbs were weak and he slowly stood up.

Jiang Chen quickly put a pillow behind him and said, "Are you hungry? I'll go to the kitchen and cook for you."

The movement in his abdomen made Jiang Chen stop talking. Ling Si looked down and saw that his stomach was growling with hunger. This action seemed very cute to Jiang Chen. He held his face and tentatively kissed his cheek, "Wait for me."

His eyes focused on Jiang Chen's face, Ling Si nodded, and stared at one place in a daze.

Jiang Chen came back after a while, holding a food box in his hand. When he saw Ling Si, he put his index finger to his lips and took out the things inside mysteriously.

"My father secretly cooked for himself and I caught him."

Ling Si threw back the quilt and got out of bed. Jiang Chen pulled him to the table. He took out a plate of roast chicken, a dish of cakes and two bowls of porridge from the lunch box. "I'm hungry too. It's a good opportunity for me to eat with you."

The roast chicken seemed to have just been taken out of the oven, with steam rising and an aroma lingering around. Jiang Chen noticed that his eyes were fixed on the roast chicken. He washed his hands, took a towel, and wiped the young man's hands. Then he tore off a chicken leg and put it in the bowl in front of Ling Si.

"Be careful of the heat." Jiang Chen asked in detail, "I remember you couldn't even blow cool before..."

"Lin Ruozhu?"

"Huh?" Jiang Chen was stunned when he heard the name, "Are you calling me?"

Jiang Chen felt sour in his heart, but he had to admit that some of Ling Si's preferences were extracted from this person's memory, and the experience just now seemed to belong to Ling Si and Lin Ruozhu. How could he say it subconsciously?

Ling Si nodded in affirmation. Jiang Chen looked at him eating slowly even though he was hungry, and suddenly he calmed down. "Eat slowly. Ling Si, how could you mistake me for someone else? It was you who said they were not me, I just had their memories. I'm angry."

Jiang Chen's words were just a fit of anger, and he didn't expect Ling Si to give any response. When he was serving the porridge, a greasy hand appeared in front of him. The hand was holding a chicken leg and handing it to his mouth.

"Don't be angry, I'll give it to you." There was only his reflection in the dark eyes. Jiang Chen had no reason to be angry. Those people were the past anyway, and he would be the only one to accompany Ling Si in the future.

After eating the chicken thigh he gave them, the two of them tacitly reconciled. In fact, they never quarreled at all, and Ling Si seemed to have never had a quarrel with him.

Some fragmented fragments flashed through his mind, and the scar on the back of his head ached slightly. Ling Si grabbed his wrist and pinched his pulse with his backhand, "Are you feeling unwell?"

The pain only lasted for a while, and Jiang Chen quickly recovered. "Maybe my memory is about to recover, so I can remember what happened with you before."

The man sat opposite the young man, scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew it cool, and passed it to his mouth, "I always feel that this is unfair. You are the only one who remembers it. No matter what you say, I can't retrieve any memory related to you. We are almost out of topics..."

Ling Si wanted to take the spoon, but Jiang Chen dodged him. The man resumed his smile and said, "How can I recall my memories with you if I don't do something that is consistent with the husband's status?"

Ling Si had no choice but to eat from his hand, "What are you going to do?"

"I'll eat after you finish."

Just like that, Ling Si ate a mouthful of porridge and a piece of roast chicken in one hand, and was completely full. His body, which originally didn't want to move, now collapsed on the chair. Jiang Chen ate his meal in a hurry, drank the porridge in no time, ate some chicken casually, and rubbed against Ling Si.

He saw the young man holding his abdomen with his brows furrowed. His first reaction was that he was feeling unwell. "Are you full?"

"Yeah." Ling Si's sitting posture was not very straight. Jiang Chen held him and leaned directly on his shoulder. The young man found a comfortable position and took the man's hand and placed it on the uncomfortable position, "Help me rub it."

This can be considered as a matter between husband and wife, Ling Si thought.

Jiang Chen was more than happy to do so, and like a doctor taking the patient's pulse, he asked about the patient's condition from time to time while conducting further examinations.

The patrolling soldiers passed by the tents, their armor rubbing against each other, making a regular and reassuring sound. No one knew what a warm scene was in the deputy commander's tent.

As Jiang Chen rubbed his wounds, he became a little distracted, but his body was still injured. He once again hated himself for not being obedient. The wound burst on the way back to Daqin, further delaying his recovery time. Ling Si was really doing this for his own good, in every aspect.

If it weren't for his injury, he would have been able to spend a night of love with his lover tonight.

God knows how long he has been a widower.

When he was wandering around the tent during the day, he found a small portrait in his clothes. It was not difficult to see the love the painter had poured into it. It was the only comfort for Jiang Chen at night, who had not yet lost his memory. Now the person in the painting was lying next to him, but he could do nothing. If he didn't fall asleep quickly, Jiang Chen would not be able to sleep that night.

It was late at night, Ling Si was sitting at the desk writing, and after his brain was no longer groggy, he was no longer sleepy. Jiang Chen looked at him for a while, then lay down on the bed to hide his embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, it became hotter and hotter, and the man's forehead was wet. Turning his back, he reached his hand into the quilt.

Ling Si thought Jiang Chen was already asleep, so he didn't make any noise. He looked through the curtain at the soldiers patrolling outside. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and picked up the pen again.

The last stroke was disturbed by the sudden sound, and a thick ink dot appeared at the end, leaving a large stain, so the calligraphy was ruined.

He simply put down his pen, looked at the figure moving under the quilt, and frowned, "Jiang Chen, what are you doing?"

A hand stretched out from under the quilt and pulled him to the bed. Jiang Chen opened the quilt. His hair was soaked. He squinted his eyes and took a breath. "It's so hot, Ah Si."

Ling Si knew what he was doing and wanted to lift the quilt, but Jiang Chen was stubborn and refused to let him. The man was a little embarrassed: "Turn around first."

Ling Si looked at Jiang Chen who was holding his hand: "..." You should let go first.

Jiang Chen pulled his hand back as if he had received an electric shock and stopped looking at him. In just a few seconds, Ling Si's wrist was pinched with a circle of marks, which felt sticky and uncomfortable.

It took too long to clean up, and Ling Si couldn't help but turn around. His shoulders were straightened instantly, and the faint scent of heather floated in the air.

He felt a chill on the back of his neck, followed by a tingling sensation. He subconsciously reached back and touched Jiang Chen's sweaty face. When Jiang Chen held his hand and loosened his shoulders, Ling Si tilted his body.

The man put his hand on his face, his eyelashes drooping, and rubbing his face lazily. The flickering light of the candle could not penetrate his handsome nose, and cast a small shadow on the side.

Due to the injury and days of running, Jiang Chen lost a lot of weight, and his actions became more and more like a cat.

There was a strange smell in the air. The handsome and lazy man gave a silent hint. Ling Si seemed to be bewitched. He bent down slightly and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Why do you do this?" Ling Si heard himself asking.

Jiang Chen was comforted, his heart trembled, and he held the person in his arms, "I want you, but I can't."

His shoulders bore part of the weight, and Ling Si did not think of the reason Jiang Chen said, "Why not?"

"Because I'm still injured - I should have listened to you." Jiang Chen knew that he had no self-control, not to mention that he had been alone for so long. The current conditions of both of them were not suitable, and Ling Si had not rested well yet.

"Oh." Ling Si really couldn't help. "Then you solve it yourself."

The hands holding him tightened, and his knees were placed between Jiang Chen's legs. The overheated temperature made him frown, "Let me go first."

Jiang Chen was reluctant to leave, but still did as he said. He rubbed the young man's shoulder with his chin a few times and then let go.

Ling Si returned to the desk. He seemed unaffected at all. The pen in his hand was still steady as he wrote on the paper.

Jiang Chen's resentful gaze was not noticed, so he quietly stood up to clean up the mess. With quick hands and feet, he changed the quilt in a few seconds, sat on the edge of the bed, propped up his chin, and stared in a certain direction in a daze.

After a while, he slowly sat down at the young man's feet and continued to be in a daze.

"......When do you plan to leave?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Three days later." Ling Si didn't even raise his head.

Jiang Chen calculated the days, and this time was not enough for him to recover. Ling Si would definitely be suspected if he came to the north for too long. Although he didn't know how he deceived Wen Xiangyi, the longer he stayed, the higher the possibility of being discovered.

Is he going to become a monk while watching his lover die in front of him?