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Chu Xun lived in seclusion in Los Angeles Chinatown for several days.After the limelight passed, the consulate quietly delivered new passports to the two and changed their identities.Chu Xun retreated with his family's second martial arts.There are still unfinished tasks in his heart, and everything is not over yet.

Chu Xun's hair grew half an inch, dressed as a college student, wearing a baseball cap, a hoodie and loose slacks, with a thin and long face that looks youthful, like the small Asian students who can be seen everywhere in the local area, and the previous bald image that was rampant very different.

Before he left, he remembered something and asked Young Master Tang: "Otherwise, you will return to Beijing with me this trip."

Tang Jiahao's shirt collar couldn't cover the red marks on his neck from being scratched, scratched, or gnawed, and he didn't bother to cover it up. He slumped in the chair with his legs crossed: "Master Chu Xun, what are I going back to Beijing with you, and you are playing with me again?" Where is the son?"

With a sincere expression, Chu Xun squatted down, pinched Young Master Tang's unconscious knee, and said seriously: "Xiaotang, I have a friend who I know very well. He is a genius doctor. I guess he can cure your leg."

Tang Jiahao snorted through his nose: "I hired a specialist doctor in the United States, a well-known professor from the American Medical Association, and it was treated like this. Your friend?"

Chu Xun waved his hand: "American doctor, he will treat a fart."

"My friend, I have known each other since I was a child...Let me tell you this, the President of the United States, the Saudi royal family, and your Taiwanese family surnamed Chiang, all traveled thousands of miles to Baoji, Shaanxi to see their doctor."

Chu Xun speaks with an arrogance that others cannot imitate, and it is also innate, and it is due to his status.

Tang Jiahao squinted at Chu Xun, feeling uncertain and dubious.He has already used himself as a lame man, what's wrong with his leg?

The flight from Los Angeles was direct to Beijing. The plane drove smoothly above the thick and dense clouds, and the sea of ​​clouds was vast and far-reaching.

Chu Xun sat in the spacious first-class seat, and his second martial artist sat next to him.

After so many years of missions, this is the first time for the two of them to sit side by side on the plane all the way above board.Chu Xun has his own set of shrewd minds, once his identity is publicly exposed, he simply pushes the boat along, wishing to make up for all the hardships and grievances of his underground relationship with Er Wu these days, he will not suffer at all, and immediately raises the issue with the leader Requirements, the return ticket must have two first-class seats.

Chu Xun deliberately gave up the window seat to Wounded so that Chuanwu could lean on comfortably.

"Do you want to eat yogurt?"

"fruit."

"Would you like a bowl of instant noodles?"

Chu Xun was originally a lively and playful person, in a good mood, and greeted Chuanwu along the way, feeding Chuanwu here and there.

As soon as Chuanwu stood up, he was wide and mighty, and the narrow aisle immediately seemed cramped. He could only bow his head and head down, and slowly walked to the bathroom.Chu Xun followed behind, with two arms embracing Chuanwu's waist from behind, and squeezed into the palm-sized small bathroom together, with a thick skin, completely ignoring the embarrassing gaze of the stewardess...

When they were free, the two leaned their heads together and shared a pair of headphones.Chu Xun tucked his head in his hood, his hair was short and his eyes were bright.At first glance, Ling Chuanwu was a little dazed. The gentle and beautiful young man under the plane tree back then was back, with only a small red mole on his brow missing from his whole body.

Chu Xun's trousers are loose, intentionally imitating the local Asian-African street trousers in California, and the waist of the trousers hangs loosely on the hips.

Chu Xun occasionally got up, Chuan Wu looked at it, frowned and said in a low voice: "It's all exposed..."

Chu Xun: "What's exposed?"

Chuanwu: "Your butt is exposed."

Chu Xun touched his butt: "I'm showing my underwear."

Chuan Wu couldn't bear it anymore: "You can't expose your trousers like that."

Chu Xun: "Everyone wears it like this, you idiot."

Chuanwu: "The waist of your trousers has fallen to the bottom of your thigh."

"The little yellow chicken on your butt, everyone has seen it..."

The panties of the two are paired together.Erwu’s trousers, there is a proud little yellow chicken on the front crotch, protecting the majestic and protruding part; Chu Xun’s, there is also a little yellow chicken on the buttocks, just right to block the door position, pretending to refuse to return Welcome to the ambiguous shape.

As soon as Chu Xun returned to Beijing, he immediately arranged for experts to consult with Xiao Huo, and asked for instructions to invite Zhang Wenxi back to Beijing again.

Huo Chuanwu's body is strong and resistant, and his own gunshot wound has basically healed. After another round of surgery, the putrid flesh was completely removed, and the residual bone fragments in the injured area were cleaned up.With the current medical technology, the repair and reconstruction of the pelvic ligament is not a big problem, but it is difficult to fully restore the former function...

Chuanwu has a stubborn temper. After leaving the hospital, he had to go back to the subway station on crutches.

Chu Xun said nothing to let this person go: "Are you going back to live in that little house inside the subway station?"

Chuanwu said: "Then why is it a small broken house?"

Chu Xun quickly changed his words and coaxed: "It's not a small broken house, it's a good place. I like it too, but your injury is not healed. If you live in my house, the conditions are better, and I can take care of you."

Chuanwu was silent, thinking for a while.

Chu Xun put his arms around Chuanwu's waist, rubbing it like a daughter-in-law, and said with a smile, "Erwu, I will buy a big house in the future, tear down the walls in the house, and transform it into a subway platform. A big thick pillar with a hammock tied in the middle! We don’t sleep in Simmons every day, but sleep in that hammock, can’t it work?”

A dimple suddenly appeared on Chuanwu's face, which made Chu Xun talk nonsense and amused him: "Tear down the wall, and your house will collapse."

Chu Xun laughed happily: "Then let's get a bed on the second floor, with Simmons on the lower floor, and a hammock tied to the four bedposts. In this way, the two of us still sleep in the hammock, and sleep soundly. The hammock collapsed. There is Simmons behind us..."

With Chu Xun's mouth, he really wanted to please someone, so naturally he did everything he could, no matter how nasty it was, until he had fun talking about martial arts, the two of them pressed their lips together and kissed.

He intends to make Er Wu happy.He could tell that Chuan Wu was a reserved person, he didn't say anything on the surface, he couldn't see a trace of depression, but in fact he was very serious.The lower limb injury was a blow to Chuanwu.Moreover, whether this leg can be cured is simply unknown.

During the days when Huo Chuanwu was recuperating and recovering in the hospital, he went to the gym every day, sat on the fitness equipment, and exercised his upper limbs, shoulder and back muscle strength, and arm strength all day long.

But the lower body cannot move.

Occasionally, once or twice, Chuanwu supported the parallel bars in the recovery room, slowly moved his legs, and wanted to use his injured left side to support it, but he couldn't support it all of a sudden, and he came down covered in sweat...

Chu Xun saw it at the door, dropped the lunch box, ran over to support the person from behind: "Er Wu, don't be in such a hurry."

"Take your time, it will definitely be better in the future..."

Chuanwu's sweat dripped down the veins on his neck, and he slowly leaned his head into Chu Xun's arms, silent, his eyelashes fluttering.He has suffered so much since he was a child, and he has never been afraid of blood and sweat. The stronger the will, the more painful it is to be crippled than to die, which makes him really feel hesitant and fearful.How many years of kneeling on iron sand, rolling nail boards, kicking wooden piles, and sandbags to train a pair of good legs, could it be that they are so abolished...

Chuanwu lived in a luxurious high-rise apartment adjacent to Chang'an Avenue in those days.On the same day, Chuan Wu walked to the door with crutches. Chu Xun opened the door, suddenly picked up the man on his back, and ran into the house quickly.

With someone on his back, Chu Xun turned around the house like flying an airplane, howling excitedly: "It's finally home, the second master has brought his handsome wife home."

Chu Xun threw the man onto the bed, and was immediately grabbed by the neck by two strong arms, dragged back to the bed, pressed firmly, and there was a heavy panting on the bed...

I sleep until I wake up naturally every day, and my eyes are facing each other in the bed.

Every night, Erye Huo put away the game console, got up from the sofa, and walked slowly to the bathroom.Chu Xun was doing the oil-baking treatment, had his new hairstyle done, his head was wrapped in a hot towel, and his face was covered with seaweed mud.Chu Xun walked around in a nightgown, poured water into the bathtub, and got Comrade Huo bathwater...

"I have stubble on my neck, let me shave it for you."

"Put a mask on you too."

"Israel's natural seaweed mud, for exfoliating dead skin and blackheads, Xiaojun and I both use this brand."

"Look at the dead skin on your forehead, don't hide, I've seen it all."

Huo Chuanwu was lying naked in the bathtub, with nowhere to hide. He stretched his arms desperately and covered his face, "I don't want to, I don't want to paint your mud," as water splashed in the bathtub.

Chu Xun: "I'll use this, I'm serving you, don't you think it's bad?!"

Chu Xun is a twist, and has a strong desire to control, which is similar to some kind of paranoid disease in the mental function.The daily food, clothing, and use of the people around him must be handled by him, and he has to intervene.Moreover, this person has an excellent memory, his mind is meticulous and meticulous, and he can remember everything very clearly one by one.For things like which set of underwear the couple will wear every day for 30 days a month, they must make a schedule in advance. Today, the little yellow chicken will be tomorrow's little cat. Don't allow Chuanwu to wear the wrong clothes or reverse the order. Don't try to fool the second master.

Huo Erye is so close to regretting it now, how did the two of them think of living together?Sure enough, I haven't lived in it before, I don't know how annoying Xiao Xun is, that is, Mr. Huo has endured it since he was a child, and he is used to it. But if it were any other man, who would want such a troublesome boyfriend?

About a few days after Chu Xun and the others came back, Tang Jiahao also came to Beijing.

Young Master Tang came by himself, leaning on crutches and carrying a fashionable small bag.This person was also fooled by Mr. Chu with a word, and there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart for curing his legs.Young Master Tang has not come to the capital for two years. Originally, he was limping and was afraid of meeting acquaintances, so he hid in the United States.Now that he and Chu Xun are back together again, Tang Jiahao finds that he still has a sense of intimacy with Chu Xun that he can't let go of.

Chu Xun asked a lot: "Your guy didn't come with you?"

Tang Jiahao said vaguely: "He has his own business, so he can't leave...Why do you want him here?"

Chu Xun opened a room for Xiao Tang in the best hotel next to Chang'an Street.

Tang Jiahao squinted at Chu Xun: "Oh, it's really different from before, so generous, you used to be stingy, so stingy."

The relationship between the two parties is different now, but Chu Xun dared to be generous with Xiao Tang.Chu Xun asked: "Xiaotang, your underworld, why do you like such a person?"

Tang Jiahao fiddled with the crutch in his hand, lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment: "That person, I hate him too, he's rustic, uneducated, and rude."

"But he listened to me and cared about me."

"I said which store I would like to eat dim sum, and he would drive halfway across the city of Los Angeles every night to buy supper from that store."

"My legs hurt at night and I have cramps, and he still knows how to get up and rub my legs..."

When Tang Jiahao said this, some indescribable colors appeared on his fine white face, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Chu Xun's heart moved, and he nodded vigorously: "This is very good."

Chu Xun's expression didn't change, and his heart didn't beat, and he added: "It was the commotion that night that frightened me. If you come here twice every night, it will be really hard for you, Xiao Tang."

Tang Jiahao's face turned red, he picked up his crutches and threw Chu Xun: "Get out, people like that, they are better than you, what's the matter?"

Chu Xun ran away with his head in his arms, laughing wildly: "That is, it must be much better than me, I didn't..."

Chu Xun swallowed the second half of the sentence in his stomach, and didn't mention it. Now the second master is basically a family man, and he is serious.

The two lesions have been prepared and are waiting eagerly. Everything is ready, except for the most critical genius doctor.

Chu Xun didn't dare to be negligent, and he was very dignified that day, so he went to the airport to pick up Zhang Wenxi in person.

Zhang Wenxi stepped out of the cabin door, waved to Chu Xun from a distance in the crowd, narrowed his small eyes, and smiled crookedly.This man was dressed casually and sloppily, with a cigarette in his mouth and no assistants, dragging a red and blue woven bag of luggage behind him.Chu Xun deliberately leaned over, took a closer look, and confirmed that it was really a woven bag, not a Louis Vuitton imitation.

For a person like Zhang Wenxi, who walks in the airport with a woven bag, no one dares to say that this person is a doctor.

The last time we met, we didn't have a chance to say a word.Goodbye this time, Chu Xun rushed over and hugged Wen Xier forcefully, the two of them strangled each other until they couldn't breathe...

The two mingled in a club that night, and Chu Xun invited Wen Xi to dinner, listen to music, and order whatever he wanted, and Second Master Chu paid for it.The two of them lay sprawled on the sofa, lying in a dead state, without grace, spitting at each other, and they were the strongest brothers they had known since they were young.

Zhang Wenxi flicked Chu Xun's abdomen: "Fat, my stomach is rising, pay attention to cholesterol and fatty liver."

Chu Xun was happy: "I am in a good mood, my heart is wide and my body is fat."

After playing until midnight, tired, Zhang Wenxi leaned against Chu Xun's chest, and asked casually, "Go back to your house to sleep?"

Chu Xun's eyes flashed: "I booked a hotel for you."

Zhang Wenxi narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Chu Xiaoer indifferently, tilted his head, hum, it's small, it's a layer away from hunger...

The next day, Chu Xun saw his family Wen Xier again in the small conference room of the surgery department of the 301 Hospital.

Zhang Wenxi was dressed in a white coat, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was agile and capable. He squinted his eyes to read the X-rays and case files, one by one. He read them carefully, pondered, and pursed his lips... This man was the same as in the clubhouse last night. That silly buddy who was drinking, fisting and rolling on the sofa, was not alone at all.

The corners of Zhang Wenxi's mouth twitched, and he let out a sigh of relief: "Xiao Xun, you are so embarrassed and hungry, and you even got two at once."

Chu Xun sat on the sofa, like a child meeting a teacher, and said in a low voice, "It's not curable?"

Zhang Wenxi spread out the light sheet and pointed: "Well, I was shot at the junction of the pelvis and thigh joint, and after being shot, I ran, fought, and did other things. I don't know. , the tendon ruptured, and that layer of membrane was worn away, the fuck, did someone do it..."

Chu Xun's heart sank suddenly, and he clenched his hands together.

Zhang Wenxi pointed again: "Well, the intracranial hemorrhage has hidden blood clots, which compress the nerves and cause the right leg to lose sensation. After too long, the muscles began to atrophy. What did you do?"

Chu Xun grabbed the opponent's wrist: "Wen Xi'er, try your best to treat it."

Zhang Wenxi tilted his head and looked at the person: "Xiao Er, not everyone can cure hunger. The word 'miracle doctor' was blown by outsiders."

Chu Xun said frankly: "I just believe in you, and I have no one else to ask for."

Zhang Wenxi pursed his lips, slapped his thigh, and made a decision: "Of the two, if you are hungry, you can only cure one. Do your best if you are hungry."

Chu Xun: "..."

Zhang Wenxi sat cross-legged on the sofa, squinting at Chu Xun with a generous expression, what's wrong?

Chu Xun rubbed his face hard, pouted, and said, "Wen Xi'er, it's because you are not righteous, who is with whom? Last time you said that my family member was sick, and you came to the door for service, without charging money, and throwing your head away." Spilling blood and stealing land from your head, you can treat me for nothing, but you said this, I have a recording."

Zhang Wenxi raised his eyebrows, squinted his small eyes, and sneered: "It's hunger, it's your father and grandpa who need to open their legs. If you are hungry, I will treat you for nothing! Those cats and dogs! Yes, is it your family, is life or death a matter of hunger?"

"Last time on the street, I ran into the kid who was hungry and scolded him. Is it him? Is this his pelvis?"

"Give him a cure? Hungry wants to dismantle his pelvis."

Zhang Wenxi pointed at the light sheet coldly.

Chu Xun clasped his hands together and said in shame: "Our Er Wu is a bastard, I'll go back and beat him to death. But you have to heal this leg, and if it's cured, you beat him yourself!"

Zhang Wenxi rolled his eyes, grandpa is awesome.

Chu Xun said anxiously: "Wen Xi'er, I won't let you suffer in vain. You know how much money I, Chu Xun, have. I don't care how much you want and what I give you. I don't care if I go bankrupt. These two people must be cured."

Zhang Wenxi was quick, and suddenly took out a lollipop from Chu Xun's trouser pocket, took it in his mouth, and said, "You choose, which one to treat. I will go to the operating table tomorrow morning, and I will be hungry for an hour. I am hungry for the plane in the afternoon, so I am busy." There are several surgeries waiting."

Chu Xun: "..."

Chu Xun's face darkened, he bit his lip, and had nothing to say.He knows Zhang Wenxi's arrogant and unruly temper, and he keeps his word. Even the president of the United States, the prince of Saudi Arabia, if he doesn't like you and says that if he doesn't treat you, he will die. How can you force him with a gun?It is said that back then, the Taiwanese family surnamed Jiang was alone. In the 80s, he went to Baoji to see Wen Xi's father.The man had a strange skin disease, and festering pustules all over his body gave off a foul smell.Zhang Wenxi's father held out five fingers and asked for 500 million. Jiang's family was reluctant, so they were only willing to pay 250 million.Wen Xi's father accepted the "two hundred and five" with a blank face, turned his face, and applied his ancestral medicine to the left half of the body of someone from the Jiang family, but did not apply the medicine to the right.The man surnamed Jiang returned to Taiwan just like that. Sure enough, the left half of his body was healed and the muscles were as smooth as new, while the right half of his body was still festering and festering...

Chu Xun thought to himself, Wen Xier agreed to cure one of them, and she had already considered the face of her loyal brothers for many years.

A sly light flashed across Zhang Wenxi's eyes, and he fiddled with the sugar stick with the tip of his tongue: "Hurry up and decide, if you are hungry, you have to watch the film carefully, which one should you treat?"

Chu Xun's eyes were indifferent, and at this moment, what kept flashing through his mind was his family's second martial artist and Hou Yiqun's vicious betting match, Huo Daxia's fierce whip leg, directly hanging in Hou Yiqun's face, So powerful, so handsome...

Chu Xun was silent for a second, and looked deeply at the other party: "You treat the one with the blood clot in the head, and the operation will be performed tomorrow."

Zhang Wenxi was secretly taken aback.

Zhang Wenxi had a wicked smirk at the corner of his mouth: "Yo, don't you care about that stupid soldier of yours? The position of the pelvis is really difficult, and his leg is sure, sure, useless."

Chu Xun's eyes suddenly turned red, feeling very uncomfortable...

Zhang Wenxi observed Chu Xun's expression, and said meaningfully: "When you are hungry, you must beg to treat that surname Huo, why don't you kneel down and knock on the ground begging for hunger..."

Chu Xun: "The two are different."

Zhang Wenxi: "Why is it different?"

Chu Xun sat on the sofa with his head bowed, his eyes were red like a rabbit, "Xiao Tang is an outsider, I'm sorry for him, I broke his leg, I will definitely heal him, so I can't let him be crippled for the rest of his life .”

"Erwu...Erwu is my own. My daughter-in-law is crippled because of me. At worst, I will raise him for the rest of my life. I will carry him on my back wherever I go."

"I don't care that he's limping."

Chu Xun choked up a little while speaking, sniffed suddenly, got up, turned around and left.

Zhang Wenxi: "..."

Zhang Wenxi jumped off the sofa, took a step forward and grabbed Chu Xun's wrist: "Xiao Xun."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just kidding you."

"I'll cure both hunger for you."

Zhang Wenxi chewed the lollipop, stretched out his hand and pinched Chu Xun's face fiercely, and teased him like he did when he was a child: "Hungry mother, I'm crying while talking, what are you doing!"

Chu Xun wiped his face and opened his mouth to bite the man: "You bastard, are you still a brother?!"

Zhang Wenxi glanced at the person with his head tilted, and smiled faintly: "Your mother is very affectionate... I am envious."

"Hunger will definitely cure you."

The two pinched and teased for a while, a trace of melancholy and warmth flashed across their hearts.

Chu Xun secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and a little pride that the other party didn't notice flashed through his slender handsome eyes.Fuck, it's rare for the second master to drop two golden beans in front of people, it's really touching.

Wen Xier, who is so small, still wants to tease me.When it comes to using a knife to open your brain, the second master will never be as good as you; but when it comes to observing words, watching colors, fighting wits and fighting your heart, the second master Chu is your ancestor.