The moon moves eastward, and the cicadas chirp and the stars shimmer.

The cool evening breeze flowed indoors along the half-covered window, and the sound of insects chirping came and went, but it gradually disappeared after a while, and the dark blue night and the heavy ink color blended and overlapped, forming a deep and light ink blue on the sky, and the crescent moon hooked a dark blue dress, but it was hidden behind the floating clouds.

Yun Luan lay on the hospital bed and wrapped herself as a silkworm baby, she buried her head in the quilt and arched, and the pearl peach blossom pollen on her face was all rubbed on the quilt. Looking at Yun Luan's childish actions, Nan Zheng shook his head helplessly, but Nan Mo looked accustomed to it, and very intimately folded a corner of the quilt that had not been covered on Yun Luan's side.

Southern Expedition: ......

"I'm going to call Instructor Luo and ask why the booked dinner hasn't arrived yet." After Nan Mo tucked the quilt for Yun Luan, he turned around and walked out the door to make a call.

Nan Zheng looked around the infirmary, and found that there was a foldable, old-style dining round table against the wall, he bent down and moved the round table to the open space in the middle of the infirmary, and then found a dirty rag and rubbed it in the basin of water, and wiped the dusty top of the round table.

Listening to the clanging and rattling sound coming from outside the quilt, Yun Luan poked his head out with curiosity and looked at Nan Zheng who was looking down and wiping the table with his beautiful eyes. I saw that after Nan Zheng wiped the desktop clean, he took a few drops of disinfectant from the infirmary and put a few drops on the rag, and wiped the desktop again.

Yun Luan stared at Nan Zheng's actions, and really couldn't imagine whether he could still eat when the food was mixed with the smell of disinfectant......

The smell of disinfectant gradually soaked in the air, Yun Luan sniffed, and her beautiful face suddenly wrinkled: "Although you can disinfect the table by wiping it like this, it will smell very bad when you have dinner later." She looked at Nan Zheng with accusatory eyes, and reminded her rather aggrieved.

Hearing this, Nan Zheng suddenly stopped the movements of his subordinates, he raised his eyes to look at Yun Luan on the bed, and saw a white and chubby, silkworm baby wrapped in a quilt was squirming stupidly, and a pair of sparkling beautiful eyes were open like crystal clear cat pupils at this moment, while dripping and turning half a circle, while staring at himself with implicit accusation.

Looking at such a lovely Yunluan in front of him, Nan Zheng only felt that his whole heart was about to melt, and after coughing uncomfortably, he asked softly: "Then how should I remedy it now, the smell of disinfectant has dispersed, even if you open the window and open the door, it will dissipate...... I'm afraid it's too late. ”

At this point, Nan Zheng looked at Nan Mo who was walking into the infirmary from outside the door, Nan Mo was holding the mobile phone in his palm and was about to say something, but he was suddenly so smoked by the strange smell that lingered on the tip of his nose that he held his breath.

"It's ...... What does the disinfectant smell like? Nan Mo cut off the breath from his nose, and raised his eyes to look at Nan Zheng and Yun Luan in confusion. When he went out to make a phone call, the air in the infirmary was still fresh, how could it be that it was only a moment filled with the unpleasant smell of disinfectant?

Could it be that the disinfectant was spilled?

Nanmo frowned in thought as she walked to the medicine cabinet where the disinfectant was kept. He opened the medicine cabinet with the glass sliding door, only to see that the disinfectant was still intact and neatly placed on the compartment of the cabinet, he closed the glass cabinet door in confusion, and turned to look at the old folding round table in the middle of the infirmary.

Nan Mo followed the source of the smell to the edge of the basin on the sink, he glanced down at the gray-black dirty water in the basin that smelled of disinfectant, and then raised his eyes to glance at the rag that Nan Zheng was holding in his hand, and suddenly felt his hand a little itchy: "You use alcohol to wipe the table for disinfection, it is better than using disinfectant to wipe the table!" ”

Unable to bear the suffocating smell, Nanmo rushed to the window almost like a burning butt, opening the half-hidden window at once. When the cool evening breeze blew in her face, Nanmo took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I see that this table can't be cleaned with water, so I've only dropped a few drops of disinfectant, why don't I wipe it with alcohol again?" It should be tasteless. Nan Zheng frowned at the eyebrows that flew into his sideburns, he lowered his eyes and looked at the rag in his hand, and after a little thought, he took out a bottle of alcohol from the medicine cabinet and poured some on the table.

Nanmo: ......

Sounds reasonable, what's going on?

Yun Luan's sparkling eyes stared curiously at Nan Zheng's movements, only to see that Nan Zheng poured some alcohol on the table, and then evenly smeared the puddle of alcohol on the table with his bare hands, and then waited quietly for a while, and then wiped the remaining alcohol that had not completely volatilized with a rag.

After such a toss, the smell of the disinfectant soaked in the air was indeed much lighter, and then Nan Zheng poured out the dirty water in the basin, rubbed and washed the rag in his hand again, and then hung it on the drying rack and put it on the branch outside the infirmary, so as not to volatilize the smell of the disinfectant in the infirmary again.

Nan Mo silently watched Nan Zheng's series of movements, and sniffed hard, only then did he feel his breathing smoothly and sit on the leather chair. As a military doctor, he always had to deal with disinfectant, and over time, he hated the unpleasant smell of disinfectant, and longed to install an air purifier in the infirmary.

After dealing with the work in his hand, Nan Zheng looked at Nan Mo and Yun Luan apologetically: "I'm sorry, the smell of disinfectant will dissipate soon, I didn't think about it before." Before the words fell, he stared at Yun Luan, who was wrapped in the quilt, and felt very worried about Yun Luan's opinion of himself.

He didn't know what was going on today, so he actually took the disinfectant to wipe the table, but fortunately it was only a few drops of disinfectant, if it was poured too much, I am afraid that the infirmary would not be able to treat people.

Strands of ink hair were messy and lingering on the white sheets, Yun Luan came out of the quilt with considerable effort, and looked at Nan Mo expectantly: "Isn't dinner okay yet?" She frowned slightly, and there was nothing in her stomach except a glass of warm water melted with the potion, and the taste of hunger was really unpleasant.

"Dinner is ready, Instructor Luo is on his way here, and it is estimated that he will come over in less than five minutes." Warm as jade's eyebrows were soaked in a faint glow under the light, Nan Mo walked to the side of the bed and helped Yun Luan up, then poured a small half cup of warm water and handed it to Yun Luan: "Drink some warm water first to relieve the hunger in your stomach, so as not to feel stomach pain when you eat later." ”

Yun Luan took the water cup and drank the warm water obediently, and then he felt that his hungry stomach felt much better. Nan Zheng and Nan Mo brought stools and placed them around the round table, and Nan Zheng was particularly careful to place a velvet cushion on the stool, and then carefully helped Yun Luan to sit on the edge of the round table.

"You don't have to take care of me like this, I'm not as delicate and fragile as you think." Yun Luan sat on a stool and looked at Nanzheng, his tone was soft, like blue spring water. Seeing that Nan Zheng and Nan Mo both treated themselves as fragile crystal dolls, Yun Luan felt extremely uncomfortable.

Although her headache attack will cause her body to be weak and her spirit is not good, as long as she takes a little rest, she will recover quickly, not to mention that today's sequelae will disappear quickly, so Yun Luan now only feels as light as a swallow and refreshed, but her stomach feels twitching because of hunger.

"Then you have to be careful, your body belongs to you, if you don't take care of your body, then what can you do in the future?" Nanmo began to fall into the same chatter as usual, and his care for Yunluan can be said to be engraved in his bones, so once the chatter starts, it will ...... Endless.

Hearing this, Yun Luan lay on the table softly, listening to Nan Mo's chatter in his ears with a depressed expression. Nan Zheng looked at Yunluan's wilting appearance, and inevitably felt a little distressed, but what Nan Mo said was not wrong, if he didn't take care of his body, what would he do in the future?

The precocious child is already weak, and every time he thinks about this, Nan Zheng will feel a headache.

This is Yunluan's innate --- fatal flaw.

"Alright, alright, I see, thank you Nanmo." Yun Luan blinked, raised his eyes to look at Nan Mo and said softly: "Although you are really nagging sometimes, if I can't hear your nagging, I will feel uncomfortable, as if something is missing. At this point, Yun Luan drank the remaining warm water in the cup.

Hearing Yun Luan say this, Nan Mo sighed softly.

Thank you......

It was a word he really didn't want to hear, but he had to hear it.

If he could, Nan Mo sincerely hoped that Yun Luan could owe him something, as if only then could the relationship between him and Yun Luan be closer, instead of being separated by an invisible barrier like now, or a barrier that could never be crossed.

The position of a friend made Nanmo's heart more and more broken, but he felt powerless about it. The liking between people is not wishful thinking, he has tried countless times to chase Yun Luan's side, but he has been overshadowed by Yun Luan's brilliance.

If you are not a person in the world, where can there be love that transcends friendship?

Yun Luan is the supreme and noble daughter of the Yun family, the only eldest lady in Xuan City, and he Nan Mo is now just a small doctor, and the family has long been decayed, completely withdrawing from the stage of Xuan City. Her appearance and his identity completely negate the existence of Guo Yun, a former child of the family---.

If it was placed in the past, Guo Yun, as the eldest son of the Guo family, naturally had enough qualifications to move forward side by side with Yun Luan, but now he is just a military doctor called 'Nanmo', with neither a prominent family nor a noble status behind him, and even his body can no longer carry out any martial arts training because of the injuries he had back then.

In short, today's Nanmo is just an ordinary man, and the high-spirited and suave Guo Yun in previous years has long been completely covered up by the torrent of time and scars. Lost the strength, identity, and status that he was proud of: he lost the face that originally belonged to him.

Nan Mo lowered his eyelashes slightly, staring at Yun Luan's beautiful face lying on the table and looking up at the starry sky outside the window, such a bright and shining woman would not belong to him no matter what, let alone take the initiative to take a step forward.

Because he has long lost the qualification to chase, how can he continue to have the luxury?

It's just daydreaming, drunken talk.

A woman like Yun Luan is born with countless chasers and admirers, Nan Mo stopped his eyes on Nan Zheng's body, only to see Nan Zheng sitting on Yun Luan's side, staring at Yun Luan's eyes full of tenderness, at first glance it doesn't look like the old and solemn, calm and solemn Nan Zheng in the past.

Yunluan's beauty and Nanzheng's handsome and extraordinary seem to be born together, Nanzheng is a well-deserved lion in the military camp, but when he sits quietly beside Yunluan, and gazes at Yunluan like water, the majestic lion in the past seems to suddenly turn into a docile and soft big cat.

Now this docile and cute big cat is staring intently at Yun Luan, Yun Luan is admiring the blurred starlight outside the window, and Nan Zheng is admiring Yun Luan staring at the starlight. His expression was also very soft, without the slightest solemnity and dignity, and even the tight lip line involuntarily turned up a little.

As the so-called lover is out of Xi Shi in the eyes, Yun Luan is already beautiful, and in the eyes of Nan Zheng, she is a unique existence in this mortal world.

Nan Mo did not sit beside Yun Luan, but sat silently on the leather chair alone, and happened to be facing a dressing mirror in front of him, he raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, and the warm and jade-like face in it was an excellent masterpiece obtained after countless surgeries and repairs.

He raised his eyes again to look at Nanzheng, and a cold sarcastic smile gradually spread in his heart.

He said to himself in his heart: Nanmo, look at yourself now, you are just a scarred monster with a fake face. There is neither a prominent family nor a noble status, what qualifications can he walk side by side with Miss Yun, and what qualifications can he compete fairly with Nan Zheng and others?

You've already lost at the starting line.

Messy sheets of paper were scattered on the desk, with beautiful and smooth handwriting on them. Those are all the examination records that Nan Ming carefully wrote down every time Yun Luan's headache recurred, and every page was crowded with dense handwriting, which was enough to show Nan Mo's intentions for Yun Luan.

It's just that this intention is different from the intention of the Southern Expedition.

Nanzheng's care for Yunluan is not care, but --- spoiling.

Nan Zheng can think carefully and thoughtfully about everything for Yun Luan, and the subtle act of wiping off his lip gloss for Yun Luan before made Nan Mo feel ashamed. Now that he thinks about it, in the past, Li Nanmo clearly had so many opportunities to get along with Yun Luan, but it was just those small things, he didn't think about it carefully after all, and thought about it seriously.

For this, Nanmo lost the heart of the oral administration.

If Nan Zheng really gets together with Yun Luan in the future, and gets married, has children, and grows old together, then Nan Mo will smile and send blessings, even if his heart is dripping with blood. He couldn't do anything other than bless, because he didn't have that qualification.

There is no such meticulous care.

Thinking about this, Nan Mo sighed silently, he closed his sour eyes, and repeatedly played the picture of being with Yunluan in the past. They used to go to track and investigate together, eat and play together, and even go to the military camp to hibernate and investigate together.

There are beautiful and warm memories of companionship, and there is also the thrill of going deep into danger, and the only drawback is that when encountering danger, Nanmo can only try not to cause trouble to Yunluan.

Because he is no longer the Guo Yun who was extraordinarily powerful back then.

The body is still scarred, countless old injuries will ache faintly in the rainy weather, and the bones of the arms and legs have been severely traumatized, so he can't make any difficult martial arts in this life, and even some simple martial arts tricks will make him feel stagnation and pain.

It seems that Nanmo can't do anything other than the way she behaves in her daily life and the monotonous repetitive movements in the lab.

Even more frighteningly, Nanmer could feel his limbs gradually become heavy and stagnant, a situation that the authoritative physicians and experts who taught him all agreed.

Because of the injuries caused by the staggered replacement of hot and cold weapons back then, Nanmo's limbs and bones were all irreversible and incurable. In particular, the bones of Nanmo's legs and left arm were cut and torn by the infrared laser, and even the pale bones were deeply dented.

For those two deep dents, the leading doctors took great pains to use a special material to repair and fill in Nanmo's injured bones during the operation.

But with little effect.

The pain in his bones on rainy weather was maddening, but Nanmo didn't feel any pain because the physical pain was nothing more than an ordeal of patience for him.

Physical torment is nothing compared to mental torment.

Every time I dream back in the middle of the night, dreaming of the bloody and terrible death pictures of my comrades-in-arms, Nanmo will feel panic and palpitations, and even more heart-rending pain and pent-up anger. He is really very good at Zhang Tu and Butterfly, those crazy butchers, if it weren't for the cold-blooded cruelty of those people, how could his comrades-in-arms and Guo Yun be completely buried in that dark passage.

Today's first battalion is no longer a battalion, and today's Nanmo is no longer the original Guo Yun: even Instructor Luo has lost the enthusiasm of the past, and Yun Luan has lost his innocence and liveliness in the past.

Nanmo recalled the scene of prosperity and vitality in the first camp back then, and only felt the pain like a knife.

The living live in pain, and the dead have not yet been laid to rest.

Things are not people, but that's it.