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Chapter 142
into the night.
Shen Yan lay down in the treatment cabin and fell into a deep sleep, the surrounding was quiet and silent, even the monitoring instruments were adjusted to the 'quiet' mode to avoid making any noise.
The central ward has a large space, equivalent to a single-storey villa, with independent accompanying rooms, rest rooms, rehabilitation areas, etc., enough for dozens of therapists to discuss their illnesses here day and night.
In the early morning, the man who was supposed to go to the escort room to rest did not leave. Instead, he stood in front of the treatment cabin, his long eyelashes drooping, and he stroked the translucent bulkhead inch by inch with his slender fingers.
The young man with exquisite appearance fell into a deep sleep, his long and thick eyelashes fell on his eyelids, his eyes were closed and he was breathing steadily, as if...he had never woken up.
He Wenchuan's heart trembled violently, the corners of his lips were tensed, and his dark red eyes were fixed on the young man in the treatment cabin, without moving away for a moment.
In the middle of the night, Shen Yan felt his body go numb, probably because he had been lying down for too long.
He turned over in the treatment cabin, but he was keenly aware that something was wrong.
As if... someone was watching him.
The purple eyes opened suddenly, Shen Yan sat up straight, and saw the tall figure standing outside the treatment cabin at a glance, his expression was dazed for a moment.
"...He Wenchuan?" He softly called the other party's name.
The treatment cabin opened automatically, and the surrounding wall lamps lit up, giving off a light halo, which cast a layer of warmth on the faces of the two of them.
Shen Yan glanced at the time on his brain, it was 3:30 in the morning.
It is very late.
The man responded in a low voice.
His handsome and three-dimensional facial features are half hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
Looking at the other person's appearance, it doesn't look like getting up in the middle of the night to pour water or go to the bathroom.
Besides, there are escort rooms with these facilities.
"You... haven't slept until now?" Shen Yan asked.
The other party just looked at him in silence, her thin lips were tightly pressed, and her eyes were full of deep and suppressed emotions.
Shen Yan understood the reason after thinking about it for a while, and felt a little sour in his heart: "Don't worry, I've woken up. I also had a comprehensive examination in the afternoon, and the data are all normal."
"...I know." He Wenchuan closed his eyes, with a slight tremor in his clear voice, "I'm just afraid...this is a dream."
In ten years, he dreamed that Shen Yan woke up countless times, but every time he saw the sleeping young man in the treatment cabin.
He just lay there quietly, his eyes closed tightly, as if he would never wake up.
No matter what method he uses, no matter how much he desires.
Everything is like a dream now.
A dream he never wanted to wake up from.
"He Wenchuan." Shen Yan voluntarily leaned in to lean his body, giving up a part of the position, his purple eyes looked extremely soft under the light: "Come and sleep with me, okay?"
"That way you can understand that it's not a dream."
There are two adult men in the single treatment cabin, which looks a bit crowded.
He Wenchuan tightly hugged the young man's thin waist from behind, feeling the warm and lively body in his arms, and the panic and emptiness in his heart were finally filled bit by bit.
He buried his tall nose deeply into the side of the other's neck, smelling Shen Yan's unique smell.
"Go to sleep." Shen Yan patted the back of his hand lightly, trying hard to adjust his breathing so as not to be hurt by the clamp-like arms.
He knew that He Wenchuan didn't do it on purpose.
The other party just wanted to confirm his existence too much.
The morning sun shone into the room, Shen Yan opened his eyes, and immediately felt the arm on his waist.
Even when he fell asleep, He Wenchuan's slender and powerful arms were still tightly wrapped around his waist, preventing him from even moving.
The breathing behind him was steady and long, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, and he didn't even notice when he woke up.
Shen Yan thought with some distress that the other party must not have had a good rest for a long time.
With a clever effort, he freed his arm and turned around to face the other party.
But the man's brows furrowed instantly, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, as if he had lost his treasure, and even his breathing became short of breath.
The young man had no choice but to let those iron arms wrap around his waist again.
Feeling the warm body in his arms and the familiar breath, the other party's tightly locked brows gradually relaxed, and fell into a deep sleep again.
Shen Yan raised his eyes and observed He Wenchuan closely.
The other party's eyebrows were straight and sharp; the eyelashes were very long, as black as a crow's feathers, not slender like his, but more rough in texture.
The thick long eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids, while covering up the faint blackness under the eyes.
His facial features are handsome and three-dimensional, his contour lines are obvious, and his jaw has a slightly sharp curvature, which makes the whole body mature a lot.
Shen Yan brushed his sharp eyebrows with his fingertips, his eyes fell on the blue eyes, and he sighed softly in his heart.
It seems that He Wenchuan really hasn't had a good rest for a long time.
Seeing how the other party was sleeping soundly, he withdrew his hand, rested his head on the other party's shoulder, and fell asleep as well.
When he woke up again, the sun had covered the entire room.
He was pulled into a hot and strong embrace, and the chests of the two were pressed together, almost airtight.
"He Wenchuan, are you awake?"
"Hmm." The man's cold voice was a little hoarse, which caused the chest to vibrate, making the ears numb, and the close touch became more vivid.
This was the only good sleep He Wenchuan had in so many days.
There is no mental attack from the core tentacles, no nightmare about Shen Yan not being able to wake up, and at this moment, he is hugging the person he loves deeply, and the satisfaction in his heart is simply beyond compare.
The distance between the two was very close, and Shen Yan felt the other party's obvious rebellion.Yes, and he...same.
In order to prevent the gun from being fired, the two quickly got up from the treatment cabin to wash up.
At noon, the therapists conducted a second check on him to make sure that all the data were normal.
Shen Yanzheng
With the help of He Wenchuan's recovery, Du Yuanzhou knocked on the door and walked in. He gave a standard military salute with his military boots touching, "Commander."
Then he shifted his gaze to the young man, "Master Marshal, your parents have come to the lounge downstairs and want to come and see you."
Shen Yan was taken aback for a moment, he planned to notify his family after recovering, but unexpectedly——
He looked at He Wenchuan, who nodded, "I told them to come, uncle and aunt are very worried about you."
Shen Yan's long eyelashes trembled, his feelings for his parents were very complicated.
Before the age of five, he was indeed raised by his parents.
But his father is often busy with work, and his mother has her own business, so he can't stay with his parents as often as in ordinary families.
After he was five years old, he was tested for SSS-level talent, and Marshal He Jing made a training plan alone, which was strictly kept secret from the outside world.
Cruel training took up almost all of his time, and he had even fewer opportunities to see his parents, sometimes not seeing each other for a year.
When he was twelve, his parents had another child.
Shen Yan sometimes felt that they were more like a family, but he never felt jealous, because he knew that what he shouldered was the future of the entire StarCraft, a mission heavier than family affection.
On the eve of the self-explosion, he was even very thankful that he had a younger brother.
Otherwise, his parents may live in endless pain for the rest of their lives.
With only a moment of thought, Shen Yan looked at Du Yuanzhou: "Please bring them here."
Soon, Shen's parents passed through the checkpoints and came to the central ward where their son was.
"Speak." Shen's mother, Lin Shuyi's voice trembled, she stepped forward and hugged him, her tears wet the young man's chest and skirt.
Lin Shuyi has a pretty face, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and looks like she is only 30 years old. Most of Shen Yan's looks are inherited from her.
She came from a real top-notch family, a popular vane in the circle of noble ladies, and her every move is elegant, far from being comparable to ordinary families.
In front of everyone, Lin Shuyi always maintains a dignified posture, and no one has ever seen her lose her composure.
But at this moment, she could not cry anymore, tears flowed all over her face, her crying was heartbreaking, her fingers grabbed Shen Yan's arm forcefully, her whole body was shaking.
"Yanyan, you finally woke up, finally woke up..."
Shen Yan's body was stiff, his purple eyes were a bit at a loss, it was the first time he felt such strong emotion from his mother.
In my impression, the other party's demeanor is always perfect, and even his expression rarely fluctuates.
When Shen Yan lowered his eyes, he saw a few strands of whiteness mixed in Shen's mother's hair, his heart seemed to be stabbed severely by a needle, his eyes were reddish and he stretched out his arms to hug her back, stroking her trembling with his handsthe back.
At this moment, he really felt the strong emotions from his parents, and the little grudges that had been hidden in his heart completely disappeared at this moment.
Shen Yan knew that they loved her.
This is enough.
The Patriarch of the Shen family, who had always been invincible in the business and political circles, also desperately suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, with tears in his eyes.
Shen Yan has always been his proud son, and also the one he feels most guilty about.
I didn't have enough time to accompany him when I was young, and it was even more difficult to meet him when I grew up. I thought I could make up for it after the war, but what I didn't expect was the news that my son and the king of beasts died together.
At that moment, he felt that the sky was about to collapse, he vomited blood violently, and fell into a coma in the treatment cabin for three whole days.
If He Wenchuan hadn't brought back Shen Yan's remaining spiritual body, he really didn't know how to survive.
When the mood calmed down, Shen Yucheng looked at the supreme commander of the empire, and sincerely thanked him again.
Without his help, their son would never have returned.
In the past ten years, the other party has paid much more than them.
If this still doesn't show his feelings for Shen Yan, then their lives were wasted.
While He Wenchuan was going to pour water, Lin Shuyi raised her hand to touch Shen Yan's slightly long temples, and said tentatively: "Yanyan, you can wake up thanks to Commander, you should understand his intentions, then you.....”
Fearing that her son would misunderstand, she immediately added: "No matter what decision you make, your parents will support it, but you must make it clear to the other party in advance. Even if we go bankrupt, we will pay back the kindness of Commander."
As a top aristocratic family, the Shen family's total assets are around 100 billion, plus the accumulated various contacts, resources, etc., are enough for medical expenses and other compensations in the past ten years.
At that time, Shen Yucheng also said that he would bear all the expenses, but the other party insisted on not accepting it.
"I like him." Shen Yan smiled in his purple eyes, "I like him very much."
Not gratitude or anything, but a burning emotion emanating from the bottom of my heart.
He believed that He Wenchuan was the same.
Shen's father and Shen's mother left happily.
Before leaving, Shen Yan asked them: "Where's Shen Ziyu? I can bring him here when I have time."
"Yanyan, do you...don't mind?" The two asked cautiously, for fear of making their eldest son unhappy.
"do not mind."
"That's great. Tzuyu adores you as a brother. Some time ago, he had a fight with a classmate because he said bad things about you. The other party couldn't get out of bed for three days, and he almost went to the hospital."
Shen Yan's expression was a little dazed, he didn't expect that his younger brother, whom he had only met a few times, would defend him like this.
He smiled slightly: "It seems that he has good strength."
Maybe having a younger brother is not such a bad thing.
Shen Yan met many people one after another in the next few days.
The officers of the Eighth Army who were cured by him, other majors, lieutenant colonels, senior colonels, major generals, lieutenant generals... There are many familiar faces.
But Shen Yan's impression of them was limited to the contact during the healing process, and he never thought that they would be desperate to save him.
And these people are all voluntary.
When they saw Shen Yan, everyone was extremely excited, their eyes were full of worship, admiration, and... liking.
"Mr. Ying Bochen is coming."
Hearing this name, Commander immediately frowned, exuding a strong cold air.
During the brief meeting between the two, he kept holding onto the young man's wrist tightly, and even kissed him possessively before the other party closed the door.
He should have seen it.
He Wenchuan lowered his eyes and kissed lightly on Shen Yan's pale pink lips, and soon stopped thinking about these problems, and was immersed in the pleasure of the intertwining of lips and teeth.
"Senior Colonel Han Rui has also come to see the Marshal."
He Wenchuan had a handsome face with a cold face, and a strong sense of oppression came over like a dark cloud: "It's getting late, the marshal should rest."
Major on duty: "...."
It's only 3 o'clock in the afternoon, is the Marshal going to rest?
This, this reason is too far-fetched.
But he didn't have the guts to refute the Commander, so he just lowered his head and wiped his cold sweat, wanting to cry but not crying.
Shen Yan held the other party's cold and slender fingers, and kissed the corner of his lips. He Wenchuan's cold brows and eyes immediately eased, his breathing was slightly rapid, and he tried to kiss him, but was stopped by the young man.
"Tonight...I..."
The major didn't hear the following words clearly, but he could already guess what it meant, and his ears turned red.
It turns out that the Commander and Marshal Shen Yan are really a couple.
The two are indeed a good match.