Your Majesty, the Empress is on the Battlefield Again!

Two people who should have had no intersection at all.

In a mission to encircle and suppress the eyeliner of the enemy country, he became a survivor who survived.

I still remember that the sky was full of yellow sand that day, and the strong smell of blood in the air was particularly pungent.

He was seriously injured and fell to the ground, dying.

When Jing Chuan passed by him, he found him trying to open his eyes and ask for help.

After hesitating for a while, Jing Chuan finally stopped, stretched out his clean hands towards him, and said with difficulty: "Do you need help?"

That is, from that time on.

That sentence begins.

He became Jingchuan's only friend.

Then something happened.

Thinking about that incident until now, Lu An felt extremely angry.

Once.

He went on a long mission and didn't return in three months. On the way back, he bought Jingchuan's favorite jasmine wine. He didn't even change his clothes, so he immediately went to find him with the wine.

As a result, I overheard his conversation with someone else.

"Jingchuan, Lu An is back, did you know?"

"Um."

"I haven't seen you for three months. You should miss him very much, right?"

Jing Chuan sneered, "Heh, what exactly do you mean by asking this question?"

The man also sneered a few times: "Hehe, don't pretend, do you like him? You don't pay attention to the people in the whole camp, but you treat him differently. Who believes that there is only brotherhood between you?" , now all the flamboyant things between you are spread in the camp."

"Oh, I like Lu An? This rumor is really ridiculous. He has no strength if he wants strength, and no face if he wants face. He is just an ordinary person. The reason why I get closer to him is because he is more obedient. Do everything cheerfully, and bring me wine to drink, it’s just convenient for me.”

As Jing Chuan said, he pinched the man's chin and slowly approached...

"He's not as good as your face, heh, you're the one pretending, right? You specially called me here... Isn't it to test my relationship with Lu An? How about another place?"

Lu An's mind went blank after overhearing this.

Gradually leave with the two of them hand in hand.

The wine tightly clenched under his sleeve shattered in an instant...

Blood dripped down the palm of the hand.

After that, he never looked for Jingchuan again.

And Jing Chuan didn't look for him again, but it proved that sentence, he was just a dispensable existence.

The two are like an intersecting line, and the distance is gradually moving away.

When they met again, they just pretended that each other didn't exist, and passed by each other.

Jing Chuan's reputation became more and more stinky later on, and no one knew who was responsible for it. The news that he liked men spread like wildfire, and he, who had a good relationship with Jing Chuan, was inevitably affected.

Inexplicably, he became the tragic character that Jing Chuan dumped when he was done playing.

Later, Jingchuan was sent by Commander Xu Mu to a border camp for half a year, and came back occasionally during the period, but the two had no intersection.

until today.

Because of Si Luo, the two stood face to face again.

As for the reasons mentioned above, it was difficult for Lu An to talk about it. This was a wound in his heart.

After all, Jingchuan was a very important brother to Lu An at that time.

Jing Chuan's voice sounded slowly, with a bit of playfulness: "You should continue talking!"

It is always a guilty conscience to say people behind their backs. Seeing that Jing Chuan came back so quickly, Lu An pursed his lips, turned his face away, and stopped talking.

Si Luo raised her head to meet Shang Jingchuan's playful gaze, and grinned. She didn't feel ashamed at all about the gossip Jingchuan.

"Why did you come back so soon? I'm hearing something wonderful, how about I wipe it on for you again? You go and wash it?"

ps: Depressed, the system is pumped again, the third shift is over, see you tomorrow.

I am tired, I want to force myself to get rid of the problem of typing at night, everyone come and urge me, urge me to be more ruthless, I have become unhealthy, those ruthless people who send blades and 500-meter knives in the comments Where are they all~~~ (Let’s make a show)