The two slept soundly until almost noon when they were woken up by the doorbell. Feng Chen went downstairs and opened the door. It was a soldier who brought them military uniforms.
Feng Chen carried a large pile of clothes upstairs and hung them in the closet one by one. They each had two sets of military uniforms for the season, as well as military caps, leather shoes, shirts, underwear, and so on.
Yan Bubu put his military uniform on the bed and couldn't wait to take off his pajamas and put it on. Feng Chen hung up his clothes and turned around to see his bare back and long legs.
Feng Chen asked: "Can you go to the bathroom to put it on?"
Yan Bu said: "Of course not, I can't wait any longer."
"Then can you wear a shirt under your uniform?"
Yan Bubu looked down at his collar and said, "Yes, I have to wear a shirt underneath. I was wondering what was wrong."
Feng Chen picked up a light blue shirt and shook it open: "Come here."
Yan Bubu ran over and stood still, allowing Feng Chen to help him put on his shirt, button it up, and then put on his jacket and trousers.
He put on his military uniform, suppressed his joy and stood in front of Feng Chen, asking, "How is it? Does it look good?"
The dark blue military uniform was crisp, outlining the boy's slightly slender waist and long legs. A white neck was exposed from the opening of his shirt, as if it would break if it was pinched lightly. The light from the top of his head cast a layer of dark brown on his soft curly hair, and sprinkled a handful of gold in his clear eyes.
Seeing Feng Chen staring at him without saying anything, Yan Bubu asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Does it look bad? Is it a little weird?"
Feng Chen still didn't respond. He just lowered his eyes, picked up his military uniform and walked towards the bathroom.
Yan Bubu asked disappointedly, "Is it not good-looking?"
Feng Chen entered the bathroom and looked at Yan Bubu again before closing the door: "Not bad, with hands and feet."
"It has hands and feet... not bad." Yan Bubu jumped on the spot with joy.
When Feng Chen changed his clothes, Yan Bubu stood in front of the dressing mirror and turned around to look. Sometimes he straightened his back and saluted; sometimes he lowered his eyes and said coldly: Hello, I am Yan Bubu, the guide of the Eastern Alliance Army; sometimes he showed a vigilant expression, pulled out a non-existent gun from his waist, aimed at the front and whispered: "Don't move, put down your weapon!"
Feng Chen also changed into his military uniform. He buttoned up his clothes one by one in front of the mirror. When the last button was buttoned, a young soldier appeared in the mirror, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a deep and firm gaze.
He looked at himself in the mirror, and at that moment he suddenly felt a little dazed, as if he had traveled through distant time and saw his father Feng Zaiping.
He reached out and gently pressed on the mirror. After a while, he turned around and opened the bathroom door.
When Yan Bubu heard the door open, he dodged to the closet and jumped out with a gun in both hands: "Don't move, put your hands up."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Feng Chen standing at the bathroom door.
At that moment, he could no longer see anything else. Everything in the room turned into a void background. Only Feng Chen stood there, becoming the focus of lights and sights.
Feng Chen walked over slowly, put Yan Bubu's hand, which was shaped like a gun, back to his waist, as if putting it back into a holster, then lifted his chin up slightly and closed his half-open mouth.