Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

Zhan Zhao went back to the room and closed the door gently. When he turned his head, he saw that Yang Jian had woken up at some point. The light in the room was dim, and Yang Jian's eyes were very bright. It didn't look like he was seriously injured at all. His eyes were clear and bright. There is no confusion.Zhan Zhao suddenly felt that Yang Jian must be a person who can stay awake and calm under any circumstances, a person who is really the so-called "Mount Tai collapses in front of his eyes but does not change his face", not the one who only relies on his blood and pride to hold on to the scene It is a kind of sobriety that has seen too many vicissitudes and has been precipitated by the years.

How many things a person has to go through, how many complicated pains he has to face, can precipitate such sobriety.

Zhan Zhao didn't know, but felt distressed for no reason.

I can't say why, but Zhan Zhao would rather see Yang Jian frowning and moaning, and would rather see Yang Jian showing a kind of exhaustion from unbearable pain, just like Bai Yutang, who would yell and lean on his shoulder after suffering a little injury, as if he couldn't even walk. He couldn't walk anymore, but if Bai Yutang was really seriously injured, he would actually talk easily and comfort Zhan Zhao himself.

Perhaps, subconsciously, Zhan Zhao felt that if Yang Jian showed all his pain, it would really be all right. His forbearance and silence made Zhan Zhao feel genuinely uneasy.

Zhan Zhao took two steps to the bedside. Just as he sat down on his side and wanted to say something, Yang Jian asked first, "Why don't you look so good? Did you not sleep well last night?"

Zhan Zhao shook his head and said, "No, I slept very well. I thought that my second brother's injury was not clear and I would be full of worries and would not sleep well. Who knew that I was actually a heartless master. I slept so well that I didn't even have a dream. Do."

Yang Jian stretched out his hand and put it gently on his leg. Yang Jian's hand was cold, and he could feel it through his clothes. He unconsciously stretched out his hand to cover Yang Jian's palm, and heard Yang Jian's plain words: "Don't talk nonsense, then It's because you are at ease with me, you have been nervous all day, don't embarrass your body too much—oh, I forgot to say thank you last night."

Zhan Zhao was stunned for a moment, and said, "Thank you?"

Yang Jian said slowly: "Thank you for bathing and changing my clothes. I am unconscious and stiff and my body must be dead. You are not used to doing these things, so it must be quite strenuous."

Zhan Zhao suddenly smiled, and said: "No, second brother practiced well, his body muscles are soft, and it doesn't take any effort at all—but I patted second brother from head to toe, and second brother was slapped. I took advantage of it."

Yang Jian raised his eyes to look at Zhan Zhao, and seeing his childlike innocence in his smile, he couldn't help but smiled, but said lightly: "In this way, I have already touched your wounds earlier when I healed you. It’s been done over and over again, this time it can only be considered even.”

Zhan Zhao said in a low voice, "I also know that second brother's advantage is not so easy to take advantage of."

There was a hint of sadness in Yang Jian's voice, and he said: "No, my body has not been seen by others for a long, long time, and it has been a long, long time since no one has bathed and changed my clothes. I remember the last time when I was very young. My mother gave me a bath and changed my clothes... I don't remember what felt so long ago... It's a pity that I fell into a coma and didn't feel the feeling of your palms rubbing against my skin. It's a pity..."

Yang Jian said "it's a pity" twice, but Zhan Zhao felt sour when he heard it. He had never heard Yang Jian talk about his family affairs, and he had never heard Yang Jian mention his parents, even if he was always in front of him. Yang Jian, a close relative like Xiaoyu Chenxiang, rarely talked about it.Zhan Zhao vaguely feels that Yang Jian's silent indifference is not only due to his personality, but Yang Jian has long since seen through the vicissitudes of life, and has long been indifferent to the turbulent waves and landslides. Yang Jian's indifference is more of a calmness of watching. What kind of legend does a person need to experience in order to calmly watch everything and stay out of it.

Zhan Zhao couldn't imagine it.

Because he couldn't imagine it, Zhan Zhao felt even more sad.

But Yang Jian has returned to normal and changed the subject, saying: "Don't worry, I guess someone will come today, and the person who will come will definitely heal me. You don’t need to take it to heart, it’s just like watching a play.”

Zhan Zhao hurriedly restrained his thoughts, and said with a smile, "That's right, I knew that my second brother is not an ordinary person. In fact, I have seen strange and mysterious things before, and I will not go to the edge of things that I don't understand. Second brother Don't worry about me."

Yang Jian closed his eyes tiredly, and said, "There is chatter in the east wing, is Chen Xiang back?"

Zhan Zhao listened intently but didn't hear anything, just followed Yang Jian's words and said, "Yes, Chen Xiang came at night, worried that you were terribly worried, but didn't dare to come over to disturb you to rest - do you want me to go?" Call him?"

Yang Jian frowned lightly and said, "Forget it, don't yell anymore, you still don't have any patience for such an old man, and you can't hold your breath when encountering little things."

Hearing that he was complaining, Zhan Zhao hurriedly explained for Chen Xiang: "He is still a child, and it will be fine when he grows up. I think Chen Xiang is just too nervous, second brother. Your uncle must be his sidekick. A hard wall that resists the wind, he will be a little at a loss now that you have fallen."

Yang Jian didn't speak for a long time, Zhan Zhao thought that Yang Jian was obsessed again, just sighed in his heart, but heard Yang Jian's tone was flat and emotionless: "Don't worry, I can't fall, I have to help too many people fight the wind, But there is no one behind me to support me..." Finally, the voice gradually dropped, these faint words rushed into the bottom of Zhan Zhao's heart, all of a sudden the faint sadness in Zhan Zhao's heart came to his eyes, two tears finally fell on Yang Jian It fell in a gradually inaudible tone.

For a long time, Zhan Zhao didn't move.

It wasn't until he was sure that Yang Jian had really fallen asleep that Zhan Zhaofang slowly held Yang Jian's hand on his chest, looked at Yang Jian in a daze, and said softly, "If the second brother doesn't think I'm weak, I'm willing to stand on the side of the second brother. Be the second brother behind you to support me!" The voice was so low that only Zhan Zhao could hear it, but Yang Jian, who had fallen into a deep sleep, suddenly relaxed.

Although the sky was still cloudy, it was getting brighter.

The author has something to say: This paragraph is an excessive paragraph, the title is taken casually, it is just gossip~~~