The general is in charge of the routine again

The camp was very lively tonight, Yang Jianxin pulled Wen Mu and squeezed the soldiers away to the campfire, the warm light reflected on his resolute face, half buried in the shadows, making his whole facial features look three-dimensional.

Yang Jianxin laughed, not caring about the bold laughter around him, and asked in Wen Mu's ear: "Do you want to warm up on New Year's Eve in the capital?"

Wen Mu shook his head: "No, what are you doing by the fire?"

"I hope that I will be prosperous and healthy in the coming year." Yang Jianxin was in an abnormal state of excitement, "When the time comes, you have to keep up with the gods and watch the year. Your capital should have this."

Wen Mu was alone, and didn't pay much attention to these things in the past years. Every time, she went to sleep early and was woken up by the fireworks.

Now seeing how lively and prosperous Yang Jianxin's life is, I realize that he has been so lonely for more than ten years.

Li Yinyan is not like that. Year after year, there are only so many things. The whole royal family eats a meal and rewards some ministers with some meals. In the middle of the night, there is not even a real old-fashioned person.

It seems that he has not experienced the feeling of belonging to home for a long time, until he met Yang Jianxin, he no longer felt lonely or afraid.

Like a god, Yang Jianxin chose him without warning, and gave him the emotion he had been missing.

Wen Mu stared at him blankly, held him unconsciously, and said, "I kind of want to kiss you now."

Yang Jianxin was stunned for a moment, the smile hanging on his lips expanded infinitely, and he pinched his slightly red earlobe: "Don't you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat," Wen Mu said softly, "I want to eat you."

Yang Jianxin smiled, raised his eyes and glanced at the crowd. At some point, the people around him gradually lowered their voices, and they were not as noisy as before, but no one paid attention to the two of them.

It seemed that he didn't hear the conversation between the two of them.

Yang Jianxin rubbed his hair with his hands instead: "Be good, eat first."

After that, Wen Mu didn't pay much attention to the process, ate some mutton, and impatiently pulled Yang Jianxin back to the tent.

As soon as Yang Jianxin entered the tent and closed the door, Wen Mu immediately rushed up, hugged him and sucked fiercely, his lips were numb and painful.

He looked at the impatient little guy and couldn't help laughing.

Wen Mu's eyes were moist, and the ends of his eyes were red. He let go of Yang Jianxin's lips, and only realized when he saw him smiling. During the whole process, Yang Jianxin didn't even move.

On the other hand, it was himself, impatient, burning all over, Yang Jianxin treated him so well for so long that he almost forgot that he had rejected him, until now Yang Jianxin never said a word about liking him.

Every time he took the initiative, Yang Jianxin would do such and such things with him. Wen Mu was startled, with an indescribable pain in his heart, and wanted to cry.

Gradually Wen Mu calmed down, let go of the arm hanging around Yang Jianxin's neck, opened his mouth and closed it again, he turned his head sideways, tears swirled in his eyes.

As soon as he spoke, he would cry, and tears would fall uncontrollably. Maybe today's atmosphere was too good, so Wen Mu wanted to get close to Yang Jianxin, but he never thought it would be like this.

Yang Jianxin restrained himself and laughed, looking at Wen Mu who was not continuing, he was a little puzzled, why did he suddenly stop when he was fine just now.

Yang Jianxin was very sensitive to Wen Mu's body, and soon realized that something was wrong with Wen Mu's whole body. Seeing that Wen Mu was about to leave, he hurriedly grabbed him, brought him into his arms, and lifted his chin. Wen Mu stubbornly turned his head and refused to go To see him.

There were teardrops hanging from the corners of his eyes, Yang Jianxin was startled, he didn't lift his face forcefully, but gently wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes with the belly of his thumb and asked: "Why did it stop suddenly?"

Wen Mu pursed her lips and said nothing, the corners of her eyes touched by Yang Jianxin felt hot.

Yang Jianxin raised his tear-stained finger and put it into his mouth, feeling a little bitter, as if Wenmu's heart was bitter.

Wen Mu was also very bitter. He never asked about Wen Mu's past, because he felt that Wen Mu's past must be very painful, and the painful days have passed, so they should not be brought up again.

In this tear, he seemed to see Wen Mu's painful past.

Yang Jianxin smiled wryly, raised his warm face, kissed those cold lips gently, and looked down at the stubborn person: "Don't keep everything in your heart, you can tell me, you have me."

Wen Mu looked up at him with red eyes, Yang Jian's heart ached, he lowered his head and kissed that lips again, "Hey, don't cry, my heart hurts."

"You, why were you laughing just now?" Wen Mu was crying, his whole body soft.

Yang Jianxin was slightly taken aback, and touched his face amusedly: "I feel happy that you are so proactive, Mo Zhi, I have never asked you something, you, are you happy with me now?"

Wen Mu looked at him, his eyes were too gentle, even more gentle and hot than in the capital before, at this moment, Wen Mu's heart seemed to be crazy, beating lifelessly.

Almost without thinking, he blurted out: "I like you, Yang Yang, I like you very much, but I don't know if you still like me now."

Wen Mu herself didn't have the confidence to be sure that Yang Jianxin didn't like him, so in the end, she felt a little guilty.

Yang Jianxin's smile deepened, and he rubbed his hair: "Fool, I'm so stupid that I can't help it."

Looking at the person in front of him, he lowered his head again, stubbornly grabbed his hem and said, "Of course I like you—"

Before Yang Jianxin finished speaking, Wen Mu raised his head suddenly, met Yang Jianxin's eyes full of love, and heard him say word by word, "From the beginning to the end, from the beginning to the end, my heart is only you. Nothing has changed..."

Wen Mu kissed Yang Jianxin's lips suddenly, this time Yang Jianxin didn't get distracted, the two bumped onto the bed, Wen Mu pushed him down suddenly, pressed on him, sucked and bit his lips fiercely.

Yang Jianxin let him go, and gently comforted him with his hands on his back. Wen Mu let him go until both of them were out of breath, and looked carefully at his eyebrows, fingers across Yang Jianxin's eyebrows, nose, and lips.

Yang Jianxin was smiling, and opened his mouth to hold his finger. Wen Mu only felt his finger was hot and itchy, so he pulled it out, but Yang Jianxin suddenly bit his finger to prevent him from pulling it out, and looked at him with a smile on his face. .

Wen Mu couldn't bear Yang Jianxin like this, his whole body was hot, and he moved restlessly, and was eager to untie Yang Jianxin's clothes.

Yang Jianxin pressed his hand, his voice was unusually hoarse, and he said with some rough panting: "Don't stir up fire, there is nothing, it will hurt you, I will help you with my hands."

Wen Mu also knew that if he didn't take good care of it for the first time, it would be very painful. He regretted that he didn't bring some ointment in this area. Now that he is so uncomfortable, he can only bear it. He thought that he must buy some ointment when he goes to town next time. .

Yang Jianxin's fingers had deep cracks and thick joints. Wen Mu couldn't stand it with just one finger, and it hurt a lot. Although he did it once, he didn't use it often. Every time he swiped, there was some pain and some pleasure .

Especially the epidermis, which made Wen Mu almost unbearable for him to comfort him so rudely, but after a while the whole back was pink.

The two tossed and tossed for half the night, and Wen Mu buried his face in Yang Jianxin's arms with his whole body limp, holding something that passed through his legs, and it was still a little sticky.

Yang Jianxin hugged him and kissed his forehead, looked at Wen Mu who was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes, tucked in the quilt and fell asleep.

Not long after falling asleep, there was a sudden thunder, and Wen Mu, who was sleeping in Yang Jianxin's arms, trembled in fright, followed by crackling sounds.

Yang Jianxin stroked his smooth back soothingly, and asked with some sleepiness: "I'm waiting outside, do you want to go?"

In previous years, Wen Mu didn't pay attention to this kind of time, but this year, with Yang Jianxin, who has been staying in a place like the border where wars are always fought all year round, Wen Mu is a little scrupulous.

Wen Mu nodded reluctantly: "Go."

After speaking, he sat up and put on his clothes, his hands were still a little wet, and he couldn't react when he opened his palms. He glanced at it in a daze, and suddenly realized what it was, his face turned red quickly, and he hurriedly hid his hands.

Yang Jianxin quickly grabbed his wrist, picked up his clothes and wiped his hands, leaned over and kissed him, and said, "What's the matter, there will be more things like this in the future, don't you always be so shy?" ?”

Wen Mu pursed his lips and ignored him, and began to put on his clothes without saying a word. If his ears and whole body were not flushed, he would have thought Wen Mu was angry.

Yang Jianxin let out a muffled laugh, and began to put on his clothes.

When the two went out, the fire had already been lit, and the flames rushed over their heads fiercely, burning hotly.

Looking up, the starry night sky is full of fireworks, illuminating the entire camp as if it were daytime.

Wen Mu looked a little stunned, and a group of young men in the camp shouted loudly.

Da Sun held a wooden stick with sparks in his hand and shouted: "General! I lit the fireworks!"

Cheng Liqiao: "Order! You can't finish ordering this car tonight, so I'll let someone else order it for you! Hahaha!"

The people around also laughed, A Duoqi smiled, grabbed Cheng Liqiao's arm, and jumped up happily: "Aqiao, look, how dirty is that! I want to order it too."

"Order something, I'll scare you to tears in a while—"

Cheng Liqiao took a wooden stick from the fire, handed it to A Duoqi, led him to find an open space with some fireworks, held his hand and tapped it carefully.

After seeing the nickel lit, Cheng Liqiao ran away protecting A Duoqi. Just when he stopped, the sky suddenly exploded—a big and beautiful firework.

"Aqiao, how good is the running dirty we ordered!" A Duoqi excitedly jumped on Cheng Liqiao.

Cheng Liqiao's face turned dark for a moment, he clicked his tongue, but he didn't let him go, he used his hands to protect him, afraid that he would fall.

A Duoqi suddenly saw Wen Mu in the crowd, Wen Mu stared blankly at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking, while the people standing beside Wen Mu looked at Wen Mu in a daze.

There was a doting smile on the corner of his mouth, such a beautiful picture, A Duoqi was not willing to destroy it.

He lowered his head and kissed Cheng Liqiao's face. Sure enough, Cheng Liqiao glared at him and criticized him, "Be more reserved in public!"