Isolated island

26 Finger pulp temperature and emotion

When he scooped up another bowl for Haiping, Guan Yuangui said, "Before you go to work, come to my place to eat something before you go."

"Eh? What a shame."

"I have a lot of rations, and I can't finish it by myself."

"No, sir," Haiping said guiltily, "I'm afraid of people...gossiping."

Guan Yuangui stared at him persistently.

The bruises on his face, whether light or heavy, only deepened a certain desire in his heart.

"Don't be afraid," he said, "I will protect you."

Haiping was startled.

"There's nothing gossip about."

Guan Yuangui didn't seem to allow him to refute, and immediately got up to rummage through the boxes and cages to find things, the intention of not wanting to hear his reply was obvious.

Haiping remembered that he had said similar things when he came back to his convalescence room.

At that time, he asked him in an almost pleading tone: "So, let me take care of you, okay?"

Now, he categorically declared to him: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

It is the same kind of dedication, but the strength is completely different.It is also because of this that Haiping realizes that the gentle and gentle Guan Yuangui has a strong and unshakable side.

Guan Yuangui gave him a plaster for removing blood stasis.

"That's the deal, okay?" His gaze fixed on his eyes, and if he didn't agree, he wouldn't let go.

Haiping is the most powerless in this kind of confrontation.He can only avoid such hot eyes for himself by nodding - he feels that his soul has been branded with a scar.

Only then did Guan Yuangui regain his usual gentle expression.

"Here," he held out a mirror. "Take some medicine, to remove blood stasis."

"No, sir, it's just a small matter."

"For me," his face was serious again. "It's no small matter."

Haiping had no choice but to obediently face the mirror and apply ointment on the bruises on his face.

He always felt that Guan Yuangui cared more about his physical safety than himself.

What can he regard this intention as?The love between comrades, right?The sympathy between the chief and his subordinates, right?Haiping thought in a daze.But no matter what the explanation was, he felt that there was something missing, and he couldn't fully describe Guan Yuangui's devotion to him—if he really tried to describe it to someone.

"Hai Ping." Guan Yuangui supervised him to apply the medicine, and said, "You also need to know how to protect yourself."

Haiping knew that he was referring to the fight between him and the artillerymen, and his expression of understanding but unwilling to ask a word, he really knew the ins and outs of the matter.

Haiping wanted to explain: "I..."

But Guan Yuangui didn't want to hear what he had to say, he just wanted him to deeply understand a principle of self-protection: "Don't put yourself in danger again, many things can be avoided by keeping calm."

When Haiping heard this, he was a little angry.

"do you know?"

Haiping was silent.

"Hipping?"

"But, sir, I just can't." Haiping couldn't help but slightly charged. "I have also been a soldier for ten years, and I have to endure a lot of things, and I have endured them all, but only the artilleryman, I don't want to bear his mouth."

Guan Yuangui said calmly, "You mean, they called me a bitch?"

Haiping didn't want to repeat those stupid words.

Guan Yuangui smiled. "I know what they say about me. But it's not worth it for you to be angry for me."

"How could it not be worth it?!" Haiping retorted.

Guan Yuangui sighed, stretched out his hand, scraped off some plaster with his fingertips, and patched up the wound that Haiping had neglected.

"It's not worth it, Hyping," he said hoarsely, "Really, it's not worth it."

Haiping felt the warmth and caress of his fingers, and his whole body trembled.

"You look like this," he leaned over, leaned close to Haiping, gently pulled his face, checked his wound, and said, "I don't feel well."

Haiping held his breath, fearing that he would inhale the temperature of Guan Yuangui's breath, which would disturb the internal organs in his body.

And what he didn't dare to look at were Guan Yuangui's eyes.He didn't know what he would see when he looked at this silent moment.

See a ball of torches?Otherwise, why would he feel his face, neck, body—so hot?

In the end, it was Guan Yuangui who let him go first.

"You can take all these bruise removal products." Guan Yuangui lowered his eyes, and the turbulent waves inside still swayed his shadows.He said, "Wipe it regularly, if it's gone, come and get it from me again, and rub it until the bruises disappear, you know?"

"Okay." Haiping coughed and replied uncomfortably, "Thank you, sir."

Guan Yuangui tugged at the corner of his mouth, but still didn't look at him.He took out a cigarette and asked, "Can I have a cigarette?"

"Of course, sir. Please."

So, Guan Yuangui quietly ate cigarettes, and Haiping drank porridge quietly.

It seems that in the tranquility just now, both of them felt some abnormal changes.But no one told the truth, and if it was broken, maybe nothing could be said clearly.