The sound of water lingered incessantly, the surroundings were wet and cold, and the body hurt everywhere. Fu Shen woke up in a whirlwind, opened his eyes, and vomited before he could see the surroundings clearly.
Someone came to support his shoulders and forcibly handed a leaf with water to his mouth: "Rinse your mouth."
His eyes turned black for a while, and he saw people with double images. His limbs seemed to have just been disassembled, and it was difficult to move. He was forced to drink a few sips of water on his head, and then he slowly took a sigh of relief and recognized his poor brother. .
"Sir Yan," Fu Shen said weakly, "are we destined to clash..."
Unexpectedly, Yan Xiaohan didn't reply, but just stared at him. There were drops of water on Zhang Li's face, the cold killing intent was washed away, and the expression on her face was a little helpless.
Fu Shen was stared at by his amber-like eyes, his back was hairy, and he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him: "What's wrong with you, you're stunned?"
Yan Xiaohan gently pressed his hand: "I'm sorry. I'm the one who caused you trouble..."
Fu Shen almost jumped up at the sudden sincerity, and waved his hands wildly: "No, no, no! No, no, no! I'm fine! You don't have to blame yourself!"
"Don't move," Yan Xiaohan reluctantly pressed his other hand again, "You have a back injury, be careful."
Fu Shen watched in horror as the murderous big devil suddenly turned into a gentle little white rabbit, suspecting that the person who knocked his head was actually him.
The two were arched off the cliff by wild boars. Fu Shen plunged his head into the water, and was knocked unconscious by the huge water pressure. Yan Xiaohan was luckier than him. He bumped against the wall of the pool, as if he had broken a rib, but he didn't faint. He pulled Fu Shen to swim out of Tan Zhong, found a dry cave nearby, and placed him here temporarily.
Taking advantage of the time he was in a coma, Yan Xiaohan went out to pick up a pile of dry wood and started a bonfire with the firewood wrapped in oil paper in Fu Shen's arms. He estimated that the two of them might not be able to walk out of this canyon tonight. He originally wanted to prepare some more dry wood, but unfortunately, the gods were not beautiful. It didn't take long for the sky to turn cloudy outside, and it started to rain.
Fu Shen touched it with his backhand, and found that the wild boar had torn a deep wound on his back with a deep visible bone. He had been treated briefly, wrapped in cloth, and he was wearing two layers of dry robes, and his middle clothes were being roasted by the fire. . Yan Xiaohan was only wearing a soaked single shirt, with a missing piece at the hem, and a large area of blood splattered from the back waist.
"Aren't you cold?" Fu Shen propped himself up and sat up, trying to pull off Yan Xiaohan's robe, and he was fixed by his gaze, "Wear it. If you don't have enough dry wood, it will be very cold at night."
After a pause, he added: "I only have a little skin injury, so it's not in the way. Don't worry."
Fu Shen didn't know that his bones were broken. Seeing that there were no other scars on his body, he believed it to be true and leaned back on the stone wall: "I may not be able to leave now, and I have to stay here for the night. If you have the strength, wait for the rain to stop. Then you can start, walk along the valley, and go out in the morning."
Yan Xiaohan fiddled with the fire with a branch without raising his head: "I will take you out, don't be afraid."
Fu Shen laughed: "I'm not afraid, Baoyan Mountain is the Fu family's place, what should I be afraid of? Someone will come down to save me tomorrow, but walking with you will drag you down. It's faster for you to escape alone."
"It's not a drag," Yan Xiaohan shook his head, "I want to stay with you, can't I?"
"Ah?" Fu Shen was stunned for a moment, and then said embarrassingly, "Ah, okay... OK..."
Yan Xiaohan stopped talking.
Fu Shen is a monkey, and he can't be idle even when he is injured. He is very curious. After a long time, he couldn't hold back. Finally, he asked carefully: "What, Mr. Yan, what are you doing... Cough, why do you have to stay? down?"
Yan Xiaohan thought he was asking nonsense, and gave him a strange look.
"I-I-I mean," Fu Shen stammered red-faced while spit on himself in his heart, "I thought you didn't seem to like me very much?"
Yan Xiaohan stopped the movements in his hands, turned around, looked at Fu Shen and said, "Don't call me 'Sir'."
"Um?"
"I'm two years older than you, and I haven't taken a word. If Mr. Fu doesn't dislike it, you can call me brother."
Fu Shen was stunned: "You haven't been crowned yet? Just eighteen? Can you enter Feilongwei at eighteen?"
Don't blame him for making a fuss, it's really Yan Xiaohan who is too mature and prudent, not at all reckless and youthful as a teenager, and his official position is too high, no one would guess that he is only eighteen.
His surprised expression was funny, his eyes widened and he looked childish. Yan Xiaohan lowered his head to hide the smile on his lips: "I really haven't been crowned yet. As for Feilongwei, don't I still have a good adoptive father?"
Fu Shen realized that he was a bit rash and embarrassed: "Brother Yan, don't worry about it, I didn't mean that. With your skills, no matter in the Imperial Army or Feilongwei, you will definitely not be subordinate to others."
"I don't mean to hate you either," Yan Xiaohan added a handful of firewood to the fire, and said leisurely, "You saved me twice, I won't leave you here."
Fu Shen almost asked, "Are all of you Feilongwei so reciprocal?", so he stopped and said cautiously, "Thank you."
Yan Xiaohan: "I should thank you."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the mountains were dense with fog, and the cool wind was pouring into the cave from time to time. Fu Shen lost too much blood, his body temperature was low, and his frozen lips were white. Yan Xiaohan moved him to the side of the fire and sat on the outside to shield him from the wind.
Fu Shen was very heartbroken. He is the first in the younger generation of the Fu family. He grew up listening to the story of "Kong Rong let the pear", and he is also a peer-to-peer relationship with friends. He has never really experienced the feeling of having an older brother. However, in the current predicament, Yan Xiaohan filled this position just right.
Aside from the prejudice of his identity, he is steady, calm and considerate, and his attitude towards Fu Shen is like a generous and mature brother.
It is neither as "ruthless and vicious" as the imperial court eagle dog should be, nor is it flattering and humble like the rumored eunuch who is willing to recognize the eunuch as his adoptive father.
Fu Tingxin has always taught him to look at people to see what's inside and not to believe in rumors. Fu Shen took a peek at Yan Xiaohan's drooping face and raised his eyebrows. The guard who drew his sword when he said something disagreed, and the young man who shielded him from the wind and rain, which one is your real "li"
"Brother Yan," Fu Shen said, "Take off the wet clothes and give you the robe."
Yan Xiaohan said, "No need."
"Then sit down."
Yan Xiaohan looked at him and wanted to reach out and touch the top of his head, "I'm not cold."
"Don't say this kind of nonsense to coax children at first glance," Fu Shen said, involving the wound on his back, the pain was so painful that he couldn't hold back his teeth and grin, "If you catch a cold, how can I take care of you like this? We both have to explain it here in the end."
The man at the entrance of the cave stood still.
Fu Shen said weakly, "Do you have to wait for me to pull you over?"
Yan Xiaohan's figure seemed to be completely immersed in the shadow of the stone cave. The fire and warmth were far away from him. He was silent for a long time before saying, "Fu Shen, you know who I am."
Fu Shen: "Huh?"
"You and I are the difference between clouds and mud," Yan Xiaohan said, "Don't force yourself, and I don't need to be righteous."
Fu Shen thought about this sentence a few times in his mind before he understood what he meant, but he was afraid that he would dislike him, so he immediately roared with tears and laughter: "I said I don't look down on you, don't compare me to that bastard Xie Er! If I dislike you, will you still call you Yan, brother, ah? We are the only two left in this barren mountain and mountains, what else do we need to pay attention to, am I full?!"
He fell back and took a cold breath: "I've taken it, you can really do it... Are you two years older than me or only two years old, Brother Yan?"
Yan Xiaohan looked at him with helplessness and emotion on his face.
Fu Shen doesn't know what it's like to be stabbed in the spine, and he doesn't know that his tolerance and magnanimity are alien in the eyes of most people. Yan Xiaohan originally thought that his repeated attempts to save him were the limit, but he did not expect that the young man's mind was wider than he had imagined.
"My wound hurts," Fu Shen said suddenly, "The stone is so hard that I panic."
This almost coquettish and unreasonable request came out of his mouth and fell into Yan Xiaohan's ears as if it had infinite legitimacy in an instant. He finally gave in, walked over from the entrance of the cave, sat beside Fu Shen, and asked patiently, "How do you want to sit?"
Fu Shen fell sideways on his lap and said vaguely, "Take advantage. I don't dislike you anyway, if you dislike me, bear with it."
"Rogue." Yan Xiaohan laughed and stretched his legs to make him more comfortable.
Fu Shen closed his eyes and commanded, "Put a piece of clothes on, and you can cover me by the way, so you don't catch a cold."
Yan Xiaohan gave a "hmm" and took off the middle clothes that were dried by the fire and covered him. Then he took off the wet clothes and put on a robe naked.
"I don't know when the rain will stop," he said in a low voice. "Be alert at night and run away if you notice something is wrong."
Fu Shen responded with a big yawn.
Seeing that he was sleepy, Yan Xiaohan stopped talking. The two sat and lay down, closed their eyes, and waited quietly for the dawn.
The fire went out in the middle of the night, and the rain did not stop. The wound on Fu Shen's back was blistered, and it was inevitably red, swollen and inflamed. He developed a low-grade fever at night, and his teeth were shaking from the cold. Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Xiaohan didn't care whether to pass or not. He held Fu Shen's head to help him up, and made him face him: "Come on, sit on my lap... with your legs curled up."
Fu Shen was in a daze, asking what to do, he was very obedient. Yan Xiaohan put on a half-dry tunic and let Fu Shen curl up in his arms. The two robes covered him tightly, using his body temperature to keep him warm.
Yan Xiaohan put one arm around his waist and the other over his shoulder, protecting him from falling behind. Fu Shen stretched out his arms and hugged his waist, his cheeks resting on his shoulders, he found a comfortable position, and finally stopped.
"Is it still cold?"
"It's not cold. But I'm hungry."
"… "
"I didn't eat or drink, I was cold and hungry, it's all your fault for us to be in this situation."
"Well, blame me."
"Let you catch the fugitive, okay this time, the fugitive was not caught, and was kicked by a wild boar... Will you be punished when you go back?"
"Won't."
"why?"
"Because I have a foster father, no one dares to punish me."
"You are you, the foster father is the foster father, why do you always mention him," Fu Shen muttered, "Where is your father?"
Yan Xiaohan suddenly fell silent.
After a long time, he whispered, "I don't have a father."