He Lan hurried to cook and brought it to him.

The man eats slowly, and the environment on the border is not too bad, after all, the strength of the Eastern Kingdom is there, not to mention that he is here, and there will not be much difference in food and clothing.

Kankan ate a bowl and a half of rice, the man dropped his chopsticks, and after He Lan put his things away, the two of them looked at each other.

She pointed to her left, "I live in the tent next door." ”

The man lit a cigarette and his eyes sparkled, "You are a woman who sleeps with those rough men?" ”

Helan blinked, "In their eyes, I'm a man. ”

The air was silent for a moment, he dusted off his cigarette ashes, pursed his lips and said nothing, casually pointing to the couch, "Sleep there." ”

Shifting his gaze, He Lan glanced at the spacious couch and hesitated for a long time before taking a step forward.

When she got her sleeping position in order, she asked, "What about you?" ”

The man sitting at the table, with his legs on the edge of the table, smoked quietly, and did not look at the words, holding the cigarette roll, and half-lowered his eyes.

"You go to sleep first."

Looking over with Helan's gaze, what he saw was his ruined side face, the hideous scar looked really terrifying, but the curvature of his side face was very distinct, and his temperament was a plus, and this angle was particularly masculine.

Helan was silent, closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

When she was about to fall asleep, the originally bright tent immediately fell into darkness, the candle flame was extinguished, and the moonlight soon penetrated, enveloping half of the man's body, hazy and invisible.

A sigh that seemed to be there echoed in the night, like a lullaby, driving away the last shred of Helan's sanity.

This night, I slept soundly.

The man at the table pressed his fingertips against the corners of his forehead, his dark pupils fell on the sleeping body, his eyes were faint, and there was a faint twist of amazement between his eyebrows.

The footsteps faded away, and after that, they were no longer heard.

The next day, the winter snow did not stop, like flying goose feathers, dancing in a disorderly manner.

He Lan was awakened by a cold wind, and his eyes were still very sore and he couldn't open them.

I struggled to get up, but my eyes fell on the basket of things on the table, and I got up and looked over.

When the lid was lifted, there was a delicious breakfast inside.

She sighed, and then figured out why.

He prepared it.

He Lan carefully smeared his face with rouge gouache in front of the mirror, and after making sure that there were no blemishes, he sat down and began to eat.

The taste of the food was familiar, so familiar that it made her heart skip a beat.

He made it himself.

Some people say that the same dish comes from two people, it is two flavors, and the ingredients are obviously the same, but the taste is different, because there are different feelings for each person.

The taste of feelings is something that ordinary people can't taste.

He Lan looked back after being stunned, and the curtain of the tent had been lifted, revealing half of the man's body.

He opened the curtain and walked in, just glancing at her faintly, then sat down and rubbed his neck with his eyes closed.

"Uncomfortable neck?" Herlan asked.

The man just replied lightly, and then someone walked in, to leave.

"Master, that group of people moved in the city again last night and killed a lot of children."

He frowned, "Kid? ”

I can't bear to leave my eyes, "Well, they are all children under the age of ten, a total of dozens." ”

"Can't find anyone's hand?"

Yaoli nodded: "Yes, but only partially, they are hidden among the refugees, and they will not be able to catch them at all for a while." ”

There was a moment of silence in the air, and the man pinched his eyebrows, and indifferently spit out a few words: "Thick burial, catch again, catch and hang." ”