Chapter 1122 You Have to Like Me, Like Me Longer 74

Qingzhi's whole body seemed to be frozen, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses, as if she had just understood something, she slowly raised her head from her knees with red tears in her eyes, in the dark night , Wen Jian stood alone on the shooting range, holding a bow in his hand, his slender fingers were soaked with blood, and when the cold wind blew, his black hair was blown up, but his eyes were deep and sharply staring at the target in the distance.

At that moment, Wen Jian seemed to be no longer just Wen Jian.

He seemed to be stronger and more courageous than the previous Wen Jian.

That kind of strong firmness does not mean that there is something there, it is more like a kind of tempering, tempering from the inside out.

Qingzhi stared blankly at Wen Jian for a while, then stared blankly in the direction of the bull's-eye...

In the dim light of the fire, on the bull's-eye, an arrow was hit squarely.

Looking at the arrow, Qingzhi suddenly felt sour.

She wanted to suppress the surge of emotion, but she still couldn't. Looking at Wen Jian, tears fell down in a daze. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, got up and ran over, and threw herself into Wen Jian's arms.

Wen Jian stood upright and upright, without saying a word, but slowly put her strong hand against Qingzhi's back, lowered her head, and leaned against her neck, finally able to breathe slowly .

Qingzhi didn't care about whether there was anyone else on the shooting range, hugged Wen Jian tightly, and said with sobs that Brother Xiao Jian was an idiot...

Wen Jian slowly tightened her strength, pressed the back of her neck, and rubbed her ears, her voice was hoarse, "I'm sorry, Xiao Qingzhi... I will never drink again, can you forgive me?"

Qingzhi cried and nodded in his arms, hugging his waist very tightly.

The two hugged in the wind for a long time, and finally Qingzhi sneezed first, which made Wen Jian react, put down the bow and arrow in his hand, and wanted to take Qingzhi away.

But Qingzhi rubbed her eyes and wiped her tears while thinking that it would not be appropriate to go back in the middle of the night, so she asked Wen Jian to follow her to her camp.

Qingzhi went to the military doctor and asked for a bottle of ointment, then went back to the tent, sat down, and asked Wen Jian to show her her hand.

Wen Jian frowned and said it was all right, not daring to show her.

Qingzhi just stared at him with big eyes, without saying a word.

Wen Jian was so cowardly after receiving two glances from her, so she honestly stretched out her hand.

Qingzhi glared at him again: "Two hands."

Wen Jian had no choice but to put her other hand on the table.

Only then did Qingzhi reach out and gently hold one of his hands. Wen Jian's hand is very beautiful, especially when holding a pen. Qingzhi finds that gesture the most charming. She has always felt that Wen Jian His hand is the part of his body that fascinates her the most.

But now this hand, due to the long-term holding of the bow, has peeled off the skin, bled, and is red and swollen. No matter how you look at it, it makes people feel extremely distressed.

Qingzhi herself is soft-tempered, and when she saw Wen Jian's hand hurt like this, she felt a little confused and blamed her father. She couldn't help but choked up in a low voice: "Daddy is too cruel..."

"I once heard my father say that Uncle Cheng is a hero who will always stand on the front line for the Northern Kingdom. Such a person is always worthy of my respect. Uncle Cheng himself has suffered countless injuries on the battlefield. I am injured just a little bit. What the hell is it?" Wen Jian didn't take her injury seriously,