harleyscars Chapter 160 Stuffing up [2]
Chapter 160 Stuffing up [2]
When Pei Xiangyun woke up again, he found himself in a medical clinic.
Surrounded by soldiers who came and went in a hurry, they were busy changing the dressings for their comrades in arms. The strong smell of medicine wafted from the tip of his nose, which made him cough a few times.
And almost as soon as he coughed out, there was a sudden stabbing pain in his shoulder, as if his whole body was about to be torn apart alive.
The soldier next to him saw that he was awake, and hurriedly said, "General Pei is awake!"
The military doctor was still holding the dressing cloth in his hand, and said loudly after hearing the words: "Is the general feeling alright?"
Pei Xiangyun didn't dare to make any big moves at all, so he just nodded lightly, so as not to involve the wound.
He took a quick breath for a moment, and asked the soldier beside him, "How long have I been unconscious?"
The soldier washed a towel in the bucket and wiped his face: "Subordinates calculate that it has been about four or five days."
Four or five days.
Pei Xiangyun propped his hands on the bed and struggled to get up, but he couldn't move half of his body. The pain caused him to turn pale suddenly, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
His movement startled the soldier, he quickly restrained his movement and asked him to go back and lie down: "What are you doing, General?"
Pei Xiangyun's lips trembled, and he said in a low voice, "I believe."
"what?"
The other party obviously didn't understand what he was talking about, and said confusedly: "A letter? What letter?"
"mine……"
Pei Xiangyun coughed a few more times, but he couldn't speak the second half of the sentence.
"General Pei, don't worry," the soldier hurriedly said, "What letter do you want?"
"The letter to the teacher has not been written in the past few days."
Pei Xiangyun took a breath and said softly, "Bring me a pen and paper."
"But you're still hurt!"
That Yan Bing was very anxious, but he didn't dare to ignore the commander's intention: "You can't write with a pen now!"
"……OK."
Pei Xiangyun felt that he was all supported by one breath, and it seemed that as long as he could get a pen and paper to write a letter to Jiang Yi, the pain in his body would be better.
"you……"
The soldier touched the firmness in his eyes, and finally sighed: "Then I'll get you a pen and paper, and you must not move again, or the wound will open again."
Pei Xiangyun leaned against the bed board with all his strength, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
This medical hall is located in a city of Uth.The doctor who opened the clinic was an ordinary doctor. After seeing Yan Bing coming in, he surrendered wisely and asked Yan Bing to settle the wounded here and rest.
The lord of Wusi was severely injured by Pei Xiangyun, and hundreds of remnants of Wusi soldiers protected him and escaped from the encirclement. I don't know if he can survive.
After all, even Pei Xiangyun was in a coma for four or five days before waking up.
The pen and paper were quickly brought out. Pei Xiangyun dipped his hand in ink and picked up the pen with trembling hands. He hung it on the paper for a while, and a drop of ink dripped down before the tip of the pen, and landed on the paper, forming a black stain.
He froze for a moment, and tried to write the first character, but found that he seemed to be unable to hold the pen steadily, and the characters he wrote were a bit ugly.
But this should be all his strength.
Pei Xiangyun gritted his teeth and slowly wrote the first sentence:
"My teacher will give you my blessing."
my teacher.
He suddenly remembered that the last time he was injured in Longxi, the teacher stayed by his side for a long time, and left quietly until he woke up, but he was misunderstood by him for his good intentions, and now thinking about it, he still feels guilty.
At that time, the wind and sand in Longxi was so strong that it could dry out a person's lips alive, and even blowing it on the face would hurt.But the gaze of the person in the tent was peaceful and soft, and it was one of the few times when the two could get along well.
He couldn't help thinking, what is the teacher doing in Yandu right now?
Are you still busy picking out the rebellious party, do you listen to his words and eat well, and have the poison on your body been cured?
And in your spare time, do you think of yourself when you write a picture?
Originally, he didn't feel the wound was very painful, at most it was only half a month of raising him.After all, the two lives have been battle-tested, and they have suffered no matter how dangerous injuries, so they won't be crying like ordinary people now.
It was clear that he felt that he was strong, but when he thought of the teacher, the grievance in his heart suddenly ignited like a prairie fire.
The soldier beside him who wiped his face said cautiously: "... General Pei? Is the wound still hurting?"
Pei Xiangyun suddenly came back to his senses: "No."
"Then you..."
"I remembered the past."
Pei Xiangyun smiled: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me."
The soldier nodded tremblingly, General Xindao, your face is as white as paper right now, it really makes people have to worry.
Pei Xiangyun concentrated on it, and wrote the second sentence on the paper: "The war has been tense recently, and I didn't write a letter to Master in time. I hope Master will forgive me."
Does Jiang Yi really care about the letter he wrote?
Do you read it as a pastime when you are free, or do you not even want to read it at all, and pack it into a pile of waste paper for the stove?
Pei Xiangyun hardly dared to think about this possibility.
He felt that he was hanging on this tone at the moment.If the teacher still wants him, then he has to climb back to Yandu.
What if the teacher doesn't want me anymore?
Pei Xiangyun bit the tip of his tongue, trying to expel this thought from his head.
Teachers don't do this.
Just in case, just in case...
He deliberately wrote the matter of his injury into the letter, as if trying to win the sympathy of that person, but he wrote two words but crossed them out.
Jiang Yi should have a lot of troubles in Yandu, so he shouldn't add trouble to the teacher anymore.
So in the end, what Pei Xiangyun wrote on the paper was only a few short sentences. As usual, he wrote down the scenery he encountered along the way, and finally he wrote down a sentence as if hiding his thoughts:
"Nian Jun is very eager. The wind turns cold at the end of winter in Yandu. Teacher, pay attention to preventing the cold."
Seeing that he had finished writing, the waiting soldiers tentatively asked, "General, do you want brothers to help you send it to the station?"
Pei Xiangyun was trying to wipe off the blood stains on the envelope, but failed for a while: "I'm sorry to bother you."
After he finished speaking, he paused, and his voice cleared up: "Go and tell the lieutenant, don't embarrass the people of Wusi."
The soldier nodded.
"and also……"
Pei Xiangyun felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and his eyelids were drooping like lead: "If there is a letter for me, please help me take care of it."
He exhausted all his strength to finish the last sentence, and then fell into exhausted sleep again.
***
Maybe it was because the injury was too severe this time, it took Pei Xiangyun almost half a month to recover.
During this period, he tried to inquire about the news about his imperial brother, but he heard countless versions. The most reliable one was that the man led the remaining soldiers to occupy the southernmost part of Us and sent envoys to Yandu. Hand over a surrender letter.
After all, he still won.
The way he defeated the enemy's leader in front of the three armies that day should have been too impressive, so that the group of young soldiers once again regarded him as a god descending, and gave him the title of "God of War".
Pei Xiangyun didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but since he was called face to face once, after thinking about it, he felt more and more ashamed.
This group of recruits saw that he was easy to talk and didn't have the posture of an ordinary superior, so they became more and more willing to get close to him.He originally wanted to write all these things into the letter, but he was helplessly busy with other things, and whenever he was free, he would be taken to drink and chat by his new friends.
He had never had such a long conversation with people before, so he told them a lot about himself.
Most of them are related to Jiang Yi.
After listening to what he said, a short boy said casually, "I seem to have met Mr. Jiang a few years ago."
The others came to their senses and urged him to elaborate.He quietly glanced at Pei Xiangyun, hesitantly said: "Master Jiang is extremely beautiful, I have never seen such an exquisite person, just like the porcelain figure made by the master, it's just..."
Pei Xiangyun should have felt proud when he heard him praise his teacher for being good-looking, but besides being proud, he felt a little inexplicably unhappy, and patiently waited for his "but".
"But I always think Mr. Jiang is very fierce."
The short young man said: "Your Excellency, he is not angry with me, but he gave me a stare, and I was terrified in my heart, wishing to admit my mistake to him immediately."
Others chattered and chattered, Pei Xiangyun finally couldn't help but said: "Master is very good."
"My subordinates didn't mean to say Master Jiang was sorry," the soldier hurriedly remedied, "It's just that I just feel that he is like a deity who has descended from the mortal world, treating everyone equally like saving all sentient beings."
Pei Xiangyun suddenly remembered what Mei Yanran said earlier——
"If you are passionate about the people in the world, you must be unkind to those around you. Mr. Jiang loves the people of Dayan, so it is destined that almost no one can occupy a place in his heart."
Can no one take...a place in his heart?
Others chattered about the so-called "divinity", but Pei Xiangyun was a little absent-minded.
It is clear that a decision has been made, no matter what the identity is, as long as he can be by that person's side.But in the end it's still greedy, but still yearning for more.
He thought of the letters that disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea, perhaps because people become very fragile when they are injured, and a heart slowly sinks to the bottom of the valley.
Is there really no chance?
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and everyone stopped talking one after another and looked towards the person who came.
"General, I have your letter."
The man seemed to have never paid so much attention, his voice stuttered, and he handed a letter to Pei Xiangyun.
Pei Xiangyun's heart trembled violently, and he accepted the envelope almost in disbelief, the first thing he saw was the man's beautiful handwriting.
The people around him gathered around: "General, whose letter is it?"
"...it belongs to the teacher."
As if afraid that they might not be able to hear clearly, Pei Xiangyun slightly raised his voice: "I wrote a letter to Master a few days ago, and now Master has sent a reply."
As he spoke, he opened the letter, barely able to maintain the joy and excitement on his face, and he couldn't wait until he couldn't wait to go back to his room.
Originally, I thought that the teacher would explain how I sympathized with my subordinates and how to accommodate wounded soldiers and civilians, but I didn't want the letter to be just a single line.
"What does this sentence mean?" The soldier who came over curiously scratched his head, "I don't understand."
Pei Xiangyun's face suddenly became hot, and his chest became hot as well, and he coughed lightly as if nothing had happened: "It's a poem."
The spring grass in the hometown is green, the general will not return.
It turned out that his teacher also missed him in the distance.
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The author has something to say:
Gouzi: I have a teacher's letter, you are not envious, right ovo