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Lying on the bed, Cong Ye was in a trance for a while, growing so big, it was the first time to sleep in a girl's bed. The aroma of orchid and musk involuntarily burrowed into the nostrils, making Cong Ye blush and his heart jump, and he even forgot about the pain in his body.

"She is a sister-in-law and the platoon commander's lover."

Cong Ye reminded himself in his heart that he wanted to stop having any more beautiful reverie, but no matter how hard Cong Ye tried, it was to no avail. Instead, I recalled the scene when my sister-in-law cleaned up the injuries on her body in the clinic just now. The moment my sister-in-law's fingers touch her body, she always makes her skin tremble. There was an inexplicable feeling in his heart, which made Cong Ye dare not raise his eyes to look at Yan Chengcheng in front of him, even if he secretly glanced at it from the corner of his eye.

Also, when the sister-in-law rushed up and protected herself under her, she clearly felt the softness of the two balls. Except for when I was a child in an orphanage, when I played with girls, I occasionally held hands, Cong Ye never touched a girl's body, and after junior high school, I didn't even touch a girl's hand, and I almost never saw a girl in three years of military camp life.

Yan Qingcheng, Cong Ye chewed these three words, thinking in his heart, only a woman like her sister-in-law is worthy of this name.

Cong Ye was lying on the bed, really unable to sleep, and his mind was always Yan Chengcheng's every move. Suddenly, Congye remembered a past event.

It was when I was four or five years old, because people often came to the orphanage to visit their fatherless children, and those who came to visit them often brought their families with them. Seeing the children snuggled in their parents' arms, Cong Ye began to think about who his parents were and where they were for the first time. Since then, the leaves have become depressed. Often a person hides in a corner, silent, and stays for most of the day.

One day, when he was hiding in a daze with bush leaves, he saw an old man with gray hair walking up to him, bending down to look at himself, and asked gently:

"What's your name?"

"Clump leaves."

"How old are you?"

"Five."

"Why is a person hiding here instead of playing with the children?"

"I miss Mom and Dad."

"Do you know who Mom and Dad are?"

"I don't know."

"Want to know?"

"Yes."

"If you want to know, you have to grow up quickly, and when you grow up, you can go out and find them."

"Oh."

Cong Ye was only five years old at the time, and he didn't notice the loophole in his grandfather's words. Instead, he nodded happily and firmly, and was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by the old man.

"I have a way here that can make you grow up quickly, do you want to learn it?"

"Hmm."

Cong Ye nodded vigorously, he really wanted to find his parents so much, since the old man said that he could go out to find them when he grew up, then he would learn everything that could make him grow up. So, the old man gave him a method, which was not a formula.

"Every morning when the sun rises, you find a quiet place, face the place where the sun rises, inhale heavily, and then hold it in your stomach, and when you can't hold it anymore, you are spitting it out vigorously, and so on, insisting on two hundred times a day, it will make you grow up quickly."

Since then, except for rain and snow, the bush leaves have almost never stopped, according to the old grandfather's practice of inhaling and exhaling. In this way, the cold comes and the summer passes, year after year. By the time Congye was ten years old, Congye had already felt as if there was a thin stream of heat flowing through his body. It's just that the clump leaves don't know how to guide, and they don't know what the meridians are. The only thing Cong Ye knows is that since he has persevered according to his grandfather's words, in the past five or six years, Cong Ye has hardly been sick.

After junior high school, Cong Ye knew a little bit that what the old man taught him was actually a low-level method for cultivating qigong. Out of curiosity, Cong Ye bought a few books on qigong, and according to the introductions inside, especially the meridians and acupuncture points, Cong Ye memorized them one by one. Gradually, the clumps began to try to channel the thin flow of heat through the meridians.

Whenever Congye felt upset, he began to try to think about the heat flow in his body, and over time, Congye developed a habit. As long as you can't concentrate, or when you have insomnia, just think about that heat flow, and the effect is really good. Therefore, lying on Yan Chengcheng's bed tonight, Cong Ye once again pinned his hopes on thinking about the heat flow in his body, so as to free himself from his reverie for his sister-in-law.

Soon, the consciousness of the clump of leaves focused on the heat flow that was already the thickness of wheat straw in the meridians. All along, the leaves didn't know how to use it. I looked through a lot of books on qigong, but I didn't see a similar scene. Therefore, the clump leaves should only be regarded as a method that can strengthen the body and cure diseases.

When the heat flow was guided through the Dazhui acupoint of Du Mai, the dumb door acupoint, and gradually approached the Fengfu acupoint, Cong Ye suddenly found that the heat flow that had been running smoothly before encountered resistance, as if the Fengfu acupoint was blocked by something.

Cong Ye then tried to control the heat flow, trying to break through the resistance from the Fengfu Acupoint, once, twice, three times, Cong Ye didn't even notice that his body was already wet with sweat at this time. All the attention of Congye was focused on the Fengfu acupoint, and every time he guided the heat flow to impact, it would bring Congye a trace of soreness and numbness. One night, the impact of the clump leaves on the Fengfu acupoint was almost uninterrupted, and it felt like there was a trace of progress, but it was never able to break through. It wasn't until after dawn that Congye fell asleep in a daze.

The leaves were awakened by a cool sensation. When he opened his eyes, he found that Yan Chengcheng was wiping his body with a towel dipped in a basin of water.

"Sister-in-law."

Cong Ye shouted as he sat up suddenly. This time, although Cong Ye felt a little dizzy in his head, it was not as serious as yesterday, and naturally he did not fall on the pillow again.

"Lie down, you can't be so strenuous right now."

Cong Ye, who wanted to say that he felt a little better, swallowed the words to his lips again, obediently lay down on the pillow again, closed his eyes slightly, and used his heart to experience the indescribable feeling that Yan Chengcheng brought to himself when he wiped his body with his hands.

After wiping his body, Yan Chengcheng served Cong Ye for breakfast again, and told Cong Ye to lie on the bed and rest more, and he returned to the clinic in front.

Soon, Cong Ye fell asleep in a daze again, after all, he had been guiding the heat flow to hit the Fengfu Acupoint all night, and Cong Ye only slept for a short time at dawn. When Cong Ye woke up again, he looked at the clock on the wall of the room and found that it was already more than ten o'clock in the morning. There was a familiar voice from the clinic and another woman's voice.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Zhi has been gone for almost two years, and his own affairs should be considered, and he can't live alone all the time."

"Sister Li, don't worry, my mother just passed away not long ago, Xiaohui hasn't graduated yet, wait two more years."

"Xiao Yan, fate can't be forced. The eldest sister is just introducing to you, as for whether there is fate between you, it can only depend on the will of God. If you have time in these two days, you can meet in person, and it won't have any impact on both parties, right? ”

"It's really not good these two days, I have a patient here, who was Ash's comrade-in-arms back then."

"Oh, what's wrong?"

"When I came to Guanhai City for a tour, I accidentally fell and injured my brain stem, lost control of my body's balance ability, and I couldn't do without people around me for a while."

Hearing this, Cong Ye had already heard that the person who came was going to introduce the object to his sister-in-law, and Cong Ye felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. It's just that he himself doesn't know if it's because of the discomfort of the deceased platoon commander, or because of himself. No longer listening to the conversation between the two, Cong Yegang wanted to continue to guide the heat flow to hit the Fengfu acupoint, but realized that it was time for him to go to the toilet. Tentatively, he sat up carefully, and felt fine, so he moved to the side of the bed little by little, and with a slight force, he held the edge of the bed with both hands, and stood up. Cong Ye's mood suddenly improved, it seems that the problem is in the Fengfu acupoint, as long as it is completely washed away, and the problem of not being able to control the balance will naturally be fine. As for the other injuries, they were all flesh wounds, and they were not placed on the heart of the leaf at all.

While thinking, he leaned against the wall and came to the door step by step. Outside the door were two stone steps, and the leaf clumps held on to the door frame, squatting down, trying to move down one step at a time. Xu is cong Ye squatted a little too fast, he didn't squat for a while, and with a pop, the whole person fell down the steps and suddenly fell into the patio.

Front, Yan Chengcheng, who was talking, heard the sound, and knew that Cong Ye had an accident, and immediately ran towards the backyard, and sure enough, he saw Cong Ye lying in the patio, and while stretching out his hand to support him, he complained:

"Why don't you call me?"

"Sister-in-law, I ......"

At this time, the woman surnamed Li, who had been talking to Yan Tingcheng, also followed, and after seeing Cong Ye, she looked at Yan Tingcheng again.

"Sister Li, this is Xiao Zhi's former comrade-in-arms, Cong Ye."

"Hello Sister Li."

"Hello, did the fall hurt?"

"Fortunately, I'm in good health, forbidden to fall."

Cong Ye's words made both of them laugh.

"Are you going to the toilet? Let's go. ”

Yan Chengcheng helped Cong Ye to the door of the toilet, stretched out his hand to lift the screen door at the door, and watched Cong Ye walk in with his support for the wall, before turning around and coming to Sister Li.

"Why didn't Xiao Yan send him to the hospital?"

"The hospital has no good way to deal with such a disease, but the cost is not small, so it is better to recuperate at home."

"But you ......"

"Hehe, Sister Li thinks too much, Cong Ye is Xiao Zhi's former comrade-in-arms, Xiao Zhi has mentioned him many times in the letter, and we have always regarded him as a younger brother."

"Oh, that's right. Xiao Yan, I won't bother you, you should think about what you just said, think about it, give me a word. ”

After speaking, Sister Li turned around and left, because she was worried about the leaves in the toilet, Yan Chengcheng only took two steps, then stopped, and watched Sister Li walk out of the door, before turning around and walking towards the toilet.