In the past, when Xu Chuanyang learned sniping with the master in the army, the master told him that many factors can affect the shooting accuracy of a sniper, such as wind, humidity, altitude, and even the deflection force of the earth's rotation。

Xu Chuanyang did it, and there is no doubt that he is excellent.

While being targeted by the opposing sniper, Akihiro Sakurai used his body to block a shot for him, and he watched a bullet pass through his chest, the kind of bullet he knew best, used thousands of times, the most familiar friend and the most hated enemy.

He knew that he was shot and fell in front of him, but he couldn't help him to save him, because as a sniper, there was an enemy in front of him, the enemy sniper who was hiding in the shadows and had been observing him, and his most important task on the battlefield was to find the opponent's sniper and eliminate him, so as to ensure that the whole team was not attacked from behind, so he was still staring at the scope, still looking for the best angle and opportunity, and he was lying next to him, blood stained his shirt red.

It's just that he didn't expect it, but he struggled to get up, he took off his bracelet to prevent him from becoming the target of the enemy's concentration, he used his body to distract the enemy's attention for him, if he was lucky to survive just after only one shot, then now eat such a bullet, Xu Chuanyang knows very well what will happen.

It's not that he hasn't experienced his comrades dying in front of him on the battlefield, but this person, he is not his comrades-in-arms, they are even of different nationalities.

"Boy. Xu Chuanyang put down the gun and ran over in a few steps, the place where he fell to the ground was not far from him, but the soles of his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and when he ran in front of him, his forehead was sweating profusely.

He leaned over and picked him up, his hands stained with sticky blood, his own, the fiery of the youth, the galloping, the blood that had flowed out.

He still had a breath of air, his face was pale and frowned, feeling his call, he struggled to open his eyes, his face became a little clear in his vision, making him think of the first time he saw him, he was so condescending, punching him in the ear, saying words he didn't understand, his eyes were fierce like a wolf, the arc of his chin was stretched into a cruel arc, he was afraid to think, if he wanted to kill him, it seemed that he only needed one punch, he was obviously so fierce and so ruthless, but he had a heart-pounding feeling at that moment, he thought that he was cheap, how could he love to see the way he looked when he lost his temper, when he was facing him, Most of them don't have a good face, their expressions are always like weathered plaster, he often hits him on the head, no light or heavy, and likes to scold him, although he doesn't understand what he scolds, it's just that he taught him how to hold his head high and be a dignified person.

After living for nineteen years, for the first time, he felt that he was cared for by others, and this care made the position of his chest so warm.

Now too, his hands clutched his chest, as if trying to stop the blood gushing out, and his palms were really warm.

The expression on his face was nervous, no longer aggressive, no longer fierce, he even saw his tears, not too obvious, but his eyes were obviously wet.

He thought that it would be worth it for him to see him cry for him and grieve for him in this life.

He wanted to hug him very much, by the way, he never hugged him, because he was a normal man, he wouldn't like men, so he knew that he had always been unrequited in love, silently missing him in a foreign country, silently writing those three beautiful Chinese characters on the grass, silently excited and happy because he got a little news about him.

He wants to learn Chinese well, so that he can communicate with him without obstacles, he fantasizes that one day he can sit side by side with him under this great river and mountain, sit under this bright starry sky, listen to him say what happened when he was a child, when he was a soldier, and even in the future, so he really worked hard to study Chinese, but Chinese literature is broad and profound, he still needs to continue to work hard, but ...... I'm afraid not.

His face gradually blurred in front of him, as if covered with a faint fog, and this fog became thicker and thicker, he began to get anxious, he obviously had a lot to say to him, he obviously wanted to hug him.

Alas, so be it, at least he saw his tears, and knew that he was not without a place in his heart, even if this place may be because he blocked the gun for him, his guilt, his self-blame, but it doesn't matter, does it?

He still has a trace of strength, or God has mercy on him, give him a sudden amount of strength, he slowly raised his arms, slowly approached the familiar face, he can't hug him, but he can touch his face, the last time, pour all his thoughts and love on this gentle touch, yes, he touched his face, as he imagined, so soft.

He squirmed his pale lips, the corners of his beautiful mouth gently upturned upward, the beauty of the boy was like a thrilling night rose blooming in front of him, instantly beautiful, and in an instant withering, at the last moment, he said to him in Japanese, "すきよ"

Xu Chuanyang watched the white hand slide down his face, as if the slow motion was deliberately stretched in the movie, he slowly closed his eyes in front of him, like a baby sleeping in his arms, he suddenly grabbed his falling hand, tears in his eyes were like a spring, Xu Chuanyang's last cry was when he was hit with a bare buttocks, more than 20 years, he first knew that the tears were really salty, salty and bitter, so salty that it was heartbreaking.

He sat there holding Sakurai Akihiro's body, time seemed to have stopped completely, and the moment he closed his eyes, he felt something in his chest being pulled out bloodily, with muscles and bones, miserable, what is it, what is it.

"Wear Yang, wear Yang. There was a rapid shout from the headphones, and the chandelier that had been knocked down by a bullet in the distance shook in front of his eyes a few times before falling with a bang, this is still a battlefield, and he still needs to fight, even if he dies in his arms, he must take a gun and fight.

"In. ”

Ye Hanxuan paused, so many years of brotherhood, he could clearly hear the hidden sadness in his tone, like a wounded lion enduring a piercing pain.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. His answer was not flawless, "The other party's snipers are already hanging, and you can fight as you like." ”

"Well done. ”

He glanced at the boy in his arms and gently carried his body to a hidden corner, preventing anyone from harming him again.

He walked up to his sniper rifle, prostrate, aiming, his eyes sharp, his reflexes quick, as if nothing had happened, no life and death, no eternal separation.

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This is the first time that Starling has officially written a BL story, which can be regarded as an attempt, because many people like it, and many people don't like it, Starling wrote him very purely, and of course it is also tragic! Xu Chuanyang's story will not end like this, because from the beginning of the definition, Sakurai Akihiro is such an ending, he is just as the enlightener of Piercing Yang's feelings, and he will really come together with Piercing Yang, he just appeared a few sentences in the text, I don't know if you can guess, if you like it, Starling will continue to write the story of Xu Piercing Yang at the end of the article