"Don't go to anyone, and don't tell anyone about it, including Oransley and Alden!"

As soon as he walked back to his home, the warrior song fell to the ground. The sweat of the size of a bean kept pouring out of the whole body of Zhan Xia Ge, and Bonaka couldn't imagine what kind of pain could make such a strong man as Zhan Xia Ge let out suppressed moans from time to time. His body curled up in a ball, and the muscles of his whole body trembled.

Bonaka could only untie the clothes on Zhan Xia Ge's body, and kept wiping it on Zhan Xia Ge's body with a cotton cloth stained with water, and kept massaging awkwardly on Zhan Xia Ge's overly tense muscles with her hands, hoping to relieve the pain of Zhan Xia Ge a little.

Large tears poured out of Bonaka's eyes uncontrollably, and after two tear stains were drawn on her impeccable delicate face, they fell fiercely on the body of the warrior song. The cold water on the cotton cloth mixed with Bonaka's fiery tears, and as Bonaka's hands, in the care and jerky tenderness that belonged to the girl, continued to spread on the bare air skin of the warrior song, slowly turning into something inexplicable.

I don't know how long it took, but the extremely painful and tired Warrior Song finally fell asleep, and Bonaka, who was also extremely tired, also fell asleep on her bed.

On this night, two people lying side by side on two beds, their hands clasped tightly.

This night, Zhan Xia Ge slept very unsteadily, he was in his sleep, he kept moaning, kept talking in his dreams, he tossed and turned, he only felt that there was something missing in his heart, which made him empty and uncomfortable, but he couldn't vent this discomfort and depression.

When the night finally passed slowly, and the early morning sun poured into their room once more, and when Warrior Song was accustomed to sobriety, he watched Bonaka clutch his right hand tightly, and the cotton cloth still pinched in his left hand, and he fell silent. It took a long time for the warrior song to slowly untie Bonaka's fingers with the gentlest movements.

Slowly, the warrior song put on the body armor that already had three or four bullet holes, and then put on a tattered coat, carried the AK automatic rifle, grabbed a shovel that he needed to work in the fields, and then found a rice ball hanging in the basket for breakfast.

Warrior Song just chewed the rice balls in his hand and strode out of their house. When he was about to close the door made of thin wooden boards, the eyes of the warrior fell on Bonaka, who had been tired all night for him, even if he fell asleep, he was still frowning, and a trace of strange emotions slowly rose in his eyes, there were sighs, appreciation, and a faint ...... Like.

With an unprecedented gentle movement, he closed the door of the room he had made by himself, faced the rising sun, breathed in the fresh and slightly cool air of the early morning, and listened to the chirping of birds in the distant jungle, and the warrior song straightened his chest again. His body is almost made of iron.

Warrior Song walked calmly like this, accepting everyone who walked by him to raise their hands and salute him, and under the relieved gaze of everyone, Warrior Song carried an AK automatic rifle and a working shovel and walked through the small hill. When he finally cut off everyone's eyes from the back of the hill, the warrior singer softened, and the rifle that he regarded as his second life and the shovel that he had to work in the field fell the thick ground, making two muffled sounds, "poof" and "poof".

The sweat that had been suppressed for a long time was crazy oozing out of Zhan Xia Ge's forehead, and the sweat was so much that Zhan Xia Ge was really worried, if it continued like this, he would die of dehydration sooner or later. Zhan Xia Ge half-squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand to clasp his increasingly painful heart, he suddenly raised his fist and slammed it into his chest, "Don't hurt anymore, don't hear it, you don't fucking hurt anymore!" The shells didn't kill you, the tanks didn't crush you, more than a thousand rifles fired at you together and didn't kill you, what the fuck is the reason for you to be punched like this by a scumbag?! ”

The iron fist of the warrior song slammed into his chest, making a dull sound, more beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, and his face became even paler. The kind of depression that is blocked in the middle of the throat and can't be spit out and the pain of stabbing the heart like dozens of needles together, makes Zhan Xia Ge want to cut open his chest directly with a saber, take out his heart and take a look, how can this thing have such a surname now, and it will always be endlessly painful!

When the sun slowly walked to the center of the sky and the hour hand of the watch was drawn to twelve o'clock at noon, Bonaka, who got up at least two hours later than usual, also came to the place where the warrior song worked again with his lunch. Looking at the man working in the paddy field from afar, Bonaka reached out to cover her mouth, she looked into the distance stupidly at a scene she would never have imagined in her life, let alone see, and let the tears burst out of her eyes again. After a long, long time, Bonaka choked up and let out a cry of sorrow in her heart: "Oh my God! ”

In a place where no one could see, in that paddy field mixed with mud, the warrior song, whose heart hurt so much that he couldn't straighten his waist at all, actually used the action of crawling, working in the paddy field. His body has already been completely soaked in mud, and he looks embarrassed, but behind him, the rows of rice seedlings are still standing proudly, as neat as the [***] people passing in front of the [***] city tower at the National Day ceremony!

It was only at this time that the few words that the warrior song often said to Bonaka really became vivid in Bonaka's mind.

"We all have our own work, no matter what we do, we have to try to do it well."

"You and I have to set a good example for others!"

"I never thought I had succeeded, and the only thing I could share with you was perseverance and hard work."

……

It is the rows and rows, neat and mighty seedlings, it is these simple words, and his persistence that makes Zhan Xia Ge go from ordinary to extraordinary. It is precisely because of these simple qualities that the embarrassed warrior song has a kind of splendor and beauty like the god of Apollo.

At noon on this day, for the first time, Bonaka didn't bring lunch to Warrior Song, because she had already begun to really understand Warrior Song as a person, and understood what Warrior Song had said.

That night, when Warrior Song returned to their home, unloaded his tools and weapons, which suddenly seemed too heavy for him, and sat down at the dinner table, Bonaka asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Warrior Song nodded slightly.

That night, the two slept side by side on their beds for the second time.

The next morning, when Zhan Xia Ge woke up again from his painful sleep, he was slightly surprised to find that he didn't know when, the hands of the two of them were tightly pulled together for the second time. His body instinctively accepted Bonaka's hand that was quietly stretched out in order to comfort him.

Zhan Xia Ge stared at Bonaka who was sleeping soundly, and a small smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth, twenty-five years old, it is an age when mature reason and romantic dreams are blended, she probably had some sweet dream, right?

Warrior Song was silent for a long time before gently covering the blanket beside him over Bonaka's body, taking his tools and weapons with him, and walking out of his house.

Time passed like this little by little, and in the life of the war hero song coming out and doing and resting, it was smooth and boring...... The only difference is that the relationship between him and Bonaka has also increased little by little over time, with the hands they always hold together at night.

I don't know when, Warrior Song began to get used to gently holding Bonaka's hand when he slept every day, and slept side by side with her two feet apart. I don't know when the warrior song got used to Bonaka's heroic eyes as a girl, and invested in his respect, adoration and undisguised liking. I don't know when it began, but the war hero song began to like this calm and contented life. The only thing that Zhan Xia Ge didn't like was the tingling in his heart, which would occur every day for a whole month, and it showed no signs of abating.

Every time his heart tingled, Zhan Xia Ge would break out in a cold sweat all over his body, and the pain was so painful that he almost didn't have the strength to stand. As a professional soldier with the most rigorous training, Warrior Song certainly knew what this meant to him. But no matter how hard he tried, how he strengthened his physical training or carried out self-psychological suggestion therapy, there was nothing abnormal in his body on the surface, but the piercing pain of filing would come to him several times a day.

Under these circumstances, Warrior Song still had to work every day, and together with Orlansley, Alden and others, he had to distribute the seven thousand soldiers gathered under him to form a more complete defense network, and anxiously waited for news from the outside world, hoping that the military minister sent by the Frogacia would be able to gather those armies who were still loyal to the Führer, but had become a scattered mass and could only fight on their own.

It's only been a month, no matter how much Bonaka racks her brains to help Zhan Xia Ge regulate her body on food, and she even really learns massage through a hired name, Zhan Xia Ge still loses weight at an astonishing rate. Maybe it's because the physical condition is so bad, the whole person of the warrior song is even more silent, and sometimes Bonaka will not hear a word of the warrior song all day. However, under this painful torment, in this kind of embattled battlefield, which can be besieged by several times or even dozens of times the enemy at any time, the eyes of Zhan Xia Ge are even sharper.

When his gaze swept over lightly, the oppressive force that had been hidden under the calm became even sharper. Not to mention other mercenaries who are used to seeing big scenes, even Bonaka, a person who is close to Zhanxia Ge, often feels that his heartbeat is faster and his breathing is unsteady when he meets the eyes of Zhanxia Song.

"Does your heart still hurt?"

Warrior Song nodded.

"Isn't it getting better at all?"

Warrior Song nodded again.

Ponaka brought a wooden basin with hot water to the feet of Warrior Song, she squatted in front of Warrior Song, and began to carefully help Warrior Song wash her feet after working outside all day. She used her slow and skillful movements to gently press on Zhan Xia Ge's feet, and said with a smile: "Today I have prepared another bowl of fried noodles for you, believe me, this time you can taste the real Chinese taste of fried noodles." Because I finally learned how to make bean paste with soybeans and watermelon! ”

"Hmm!"

Warrior Song sat on a tree stump, and he looked at Bonaka, who was washing his feet by the afterglow of the setting sun. Under the golden sunlight, Bonaka's neck is as slender and beautiful as a swan, and the most delicate hairs are dyed with a layer of brilliant color, with a transparent texture. Coupled with her milky white, devoid of impurities and full of youthful skin, Bonaka looks like she exudes an indescribable attraction all over her body.

The foot washing water is hot, and the hands that are massaged lightly or heavily on the feet of the warrior song, even more inadvertently, provoke the warrior song to think that he has already been sealed, and it is impossible to have a good impression of another woman or even **.

Eating the fried noodles that were getting closer and closer in taste, looking at Bonaka, who was sitting in front of him, propping up his head, and looking at him with expectant eyes, facing her clear and moving eyes, in the heart of the warrior song, Yajie'er's shadow, and the scene in front of him, were uncontrollably shattered together, and after maybe tens of thousands of combinations, they merged back into a new picture.

The warrior song is really a little lost.

On this night, a few blue electric snakes that were bright to the limit of the universe suddenly crossed in the dark firmament, and between the sky and the earth, it was instantly white, and then it was like a roar of thunder like a heavy drum, and it slammed into everyone's eardrums with the momentum of thousands of horses galloping.

At the same time, Bonaka, who had been separated by two feet wide from Zhan Xia Ge, shook hands and slept together, couldn't help but tremble twice all over her body.

Warrior Song had long known that Bonaka was afraid of thunder, and from the strength of Bonaka's sudden clasp of his palm, Bonaka was now a frightened kitten. Warrior Song opened his eyes and looked at Bonaka quietly in the dark, when another electric snake pulled out a brighter and more brilliant blue electric light from the air, Warrior Song clearly saw that in Bonaka's eyes, there was a panic that could not be concealed. Her other hand had already covered her ear tightly, if she hadn't held hands with Zhan Xia Ge, she would definitely be the same now, using that thin marching blanket to cover her head as much as possible, right?

"If you're afraid...... You can sleep next to me. ”

Zhan Xia Ge really didn't expect that he would blurt out this sentence, and before he could react, Bonaka hid the whole person in his arms like a kitten who was too frightened and longed for the comfort of his master.

Gently sniffing the fragrance of the girl on Bonaka's body, feeling the slight tremor of her body that could not be suppressed, the big hand of the warrior song couldn't help but freeze in mid-air. Bonaka buried her face in Warrior Song's chest, and as soon as she spoke, the warm breath soaked into Warrior Song's body through the clothes on Warrior Song's chest. Bonaka protested sullenly, "Can you take it easy?" Your body is now as hard as a rock, and it hurts me! ”

Zhan Xia Ge couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, his big hand that had been frozen in mid-air finally landed on Bonaka's shoulder, and in the affectionate light pat, Bonaka's body finally stopped trembling.

The two of them used this intimate action to hug each other and gradually fell into a deep sleep. When the hands on the watch jumped to three o'clock in the morning, Bonaka, who had always liked to wake up at this time, peeked at the song of the warriors, woke up again, she was at such a close distance, looking at the angular face of the singers stupidly, she quietly put her head up, and left a gentle kiss on the face of the sleeping singers, and then she continued to fall into a deep sleep with a satisfied smile.

When Ponaka re-entered the sweet dream she had woven for herself in her sleep with a smile on her face, Warrior Song suddenly opened her eyes. Zhan Xia Ge looked at the girl who was shrunk in his arms with a strange gaze, and smiled happily because she secretly kissed him. Warrior Song's hand slid lightly over Bonaka's long chestnut hair, her hair smooth and smooth as silk, and finally his gaze fell through the window of the thatched hut to the silver moon buds in the sky.

In this silent and intimate world, a soft sigh of the war song sounded. How nice would it be if his Jager could do the same to him? He doesn't need Yajieer to prepare dinner for him, he doesn't need Yajieer to put down her self-esteem and wash his feet and massage him, but if Yajieer can give him enough trust and understanding like Bonaka, then he should be the happiest man in the world, right?

Thinking about it, Zhan Xia Ge also fell asleep, and this night, for the first time, there was another woman other than Ya Jie'er who walked into the dream of Zhan Xia Ge. Faced with two women wandering in his dreams, for the first time, Zhan Xia Ge unforgivably violated the most basic principles of a sniper in his sleep, said his dream words, and even called out the names of two women: "Yajie'er...... Ponaka ......"

"Well, here I am!"

Bonaka, who was lying in the arms of the warrior song, replied unconsciously, the smile on her face became brighter, she arched her body, found a more comfortable position in the arms of the warrior song, and then continued to dream to accept the more romantic warrior song than in reality, and the sweet words to her.

The next day, the two of them woke up together in the morning breeze with the fragrance of trees, looked at each other's faces close at hand, and blurted out, "Morning! ”

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and suddenly a feeling of refreshment swelled up. Warrior Song leaned on his warm, scented bed, and waited with a smile for Bonaka to prepare breakfast for them.

The faint smoke of the cooking came in from the window of the thatched house, listening to the soft sound of "clanging" made by the pots and pans colliding together, and listening to the Flogatian folk song hummed by Bonaka when he was in a happy mood. In this case, even the angina, which he inevitably had once a morning, was diluted a lot without realizing it.

When Zhan Xia Ge carried his weapons and tools and was about to go out to work, Bonaka came over, like a most gentle and considerate wife, helping Zhan Xia Ge gently brush off a little grass clippings on her clothes, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, and left a kiss on Zhan Xia Ge's face that made both of them involuntarily feel like eating bones.

"I love it when you call me by my name at night."

Dropping these words, Bonaka covered her swollen and reddened face, and ran away.

Zhan Xia Ge was like a silly boy who had tasted love for the first time, and stood there for a long time before he gently stroked his face and walked out of their home.

On the morning of this day, although the sky was gloomy as if it was going to rain, and there was no gentle sunshine to comfort him, the mood of the war hero song was still very good. It's so good that after he worked for a few hours, the sky finally flashed again, and the raindrops the size of beans were like bullets fired from the Grinthelin cannon, and when they poured down, Zhan Xia Ge just stretched out his hand and pointed at the sky where the rain was like arrows, and scolded with a smile: "Torture, do you want to cool down Lao Tzu?" ”

Shouldering his own weapons and labor tools, the warrior song walked in the rain, and returned to his home with Xiaoyao walking in the rain.

"What is Bonaka doing now?" Looking at the small thatched hut that looked even more romantic in the rainy environment, Zhan Xia Ge thought in his heart: "It's raining, she should have returned home early, right?" At this time, could she be preparing a steaming wild vegetable soup for me that will drive away the rain and cold? ”

Pushed open the door of his house, but to the slight disappointment of Warrior Song, Bonaka was not in the room.

"Big brother!"

A mercenary who was already familiar with Zhan Xia Ge greeted Zhan Xia Ge standing in front of the door from a distance: "Didn't my sister-in-law bring you food, why didn't I see my sister-in-law come back with you?" ”

Since the relationship between Bonaka and Zhan Xia Ge has soared, the subtle changes between them, how can they hide from the eyes of these mercenary perverts, as early as half a month ago, most people began to treat Bonaka as "sister-in-law".

Zhan Xia Ge raised his eyebrows lightly and asked, "Deliver food?" ”

You must know that at the request of the Warrior Song, Bonaka has not sent lunch to the Warrior Song for a whole month.

"Yes, I just saw my sister-in-law carrying that 'love card' small bamboo basket and walking towards the place where you work, eldest brother. At that time, I also asked her, and she told me personally that she was going to bring you food, the boss. The mercenary looked at Zhan Xia Ge with a strange look and said, "Big brother, you won't solve your sister-in-law on the spot, so that she doesn't have the strength to walk back by herself, right?" After finishing the errand, I left my sister-in-law there alone, and ran back alone to avoid the rain, tsk...... No matter how you look at it, it's not what a gentleman should do! ”

Zhan Xia Ge quickly glanced at the wall, and sure enough, the small bamboo basket that was hanging on the wall and that Bonaka specially used to deliver food to Zhan Xia Ge was gone.

This doesn't make sense, from home to where he works, there is only one path that has been walked for a long time, and if Ponaka really brings him food, the two of them should meet on the road, right, or maybe Ponaka is greedy for fun, and has found a more convenient path?

Warrior Song looked up at the increasingly dense rain, returned home, grabbed a robe made of thatch, wide leaves, and a small amount of rainproof tarpaulin, and with the mercenary smiling eerily, turned back and rushed into a world of flying rain.

Zhan Xia Ge wore the robes he made by himself, rushed up the small hill that he must pass through every time he worked, and rushed forward against the raindrops that flew like arrows, just when he kicked up countless mud spots, hurriedly ran over a bush, and passed through a bush, Zhan Xia Ge's body suddenly stiffened.

Zhan Xia Ge turned his head suspiciously, and with the eyes of a professional sniper, he carefully looked at the bushes and groves that seemed to be normal people, without any abnormalities or dangers. When Zhan Xia Ge walked over and carefully pushed away the bush with a thread hanging from it, in the soft land of the grove where it was impossible to hide the enemy and Zhan Xia Ge usually did not put too much energy into gazing, Zhan Xia Ge saw a shallow, already filled with waterlogged footprints.

Is it Bonaka?

Zhan Xia Ge looked at the direction of this footprint suspiciously, but it was impossible to go to the place where he worked in this direction? Warrior Song stepped over the bush and tried to walk in the direction of the footprint, and after more than fifty steps, in the same soft land, Warrior Song found a second fresh footprint.

Zhan Xia Song walked in confusion like this, and gradually, he walked farther and farther; Gradually, because of the rain, the ground was soft, and the footprints left by Bonaka on the ground became clearer and clearer. Zhan Xia Ge squatted down, and he used a round file container made of leaves to carefully remove the stagnant water in one of the footprints. When Zhan Xia Ge compared his palm and calculated the size of this footprint in his heart, and the approximate weight of the owner of this footprint, Zhan Xia Ge was really stunned.

This series of footprints was indeed left by Bonaka.

However, looking at the footprints of this string of footprints that are getting farther and farther away from their small fishing village, and still insisting on extending farther and farther, where does Bonaka want to go?!

The warrior song walked along the footprints in a daze, falling like arrows and raindrops on his body, hitting him in the face hard. I don't know when, the rain has soaked the robe on the body of the warrior song, I don't know when, between the sky and the earth, there is only one warrior song left who walks alone, there is no companion, and there is no longer a partner who fights side by side.

(To be continued)