In the ward.


    Xize stood in front of the hospital bed. The person lying on the bed was handsome, his eyes closed tightly, and his breath was gentle, as if he was just sleeping.


    In fact, his consciousness is really sleeping.


    Seize grabbed the young man''s hand and sat down slowly.


    Doctors say he may wake up tomorrow, or he may never wake up.


    "Christine..." Xize called softly.


    "Wake up."


    He shouldn''t have promised to take Christine to the battlefield, let alone be so careless and didn''t pay attention to the situation behind.


    But it''s no use regretting it.


    The only thing he can do now is to wait beside the unconscious youth.


    Xize stroked the young man''s thin face, his voice was low and dumb: "I miss you, do you hear me?"


    He suddenly remembered that before the war, the young man asked him with a smile, "why can''t you love me more?"


    Sizer lowered his long eyelashes.


    Yeah, he thought he had done his best. But in fact, in his heart, there is still a corner covered with dust.


    His Christine is so good that he always has the illusion that everything is a mirage.


    It wasn''t until the young man''s figure fell down in front of him and his blood was dazzling. At that moment, sizer realized that Christine also loved him deeply.


    "I love you."


    Better than yesterday, slightly inferior to the Ming Dynasty.


    “…… I hear you


    The familiar low smile rang out in sizer''s ear, sizer''s breath stagnated, and he slowly raised his head.


    Gu Baizheng looked at him with a smile: "I miss you too, major general."


    ……


    ……


    1.


    My name is sizer Blair.


    Unlike other kids, I grew up in the army.


    When I was seven years old, I saw my parents die.


    The blood in my eyes blurred my vision. When I was found, I still held a blood stained dagger in my hand - the only relic left by my father.


    From then on, I was the only one.


    2.


    maybe I have inherited my parents'' good genes, and I have high talent, whether in mecha or fighting.


    When I was 20 years old, I was honored by the Empire and became the youngest major general.


    Marshal looked at me happily: "Xize, you are a genius and a madman."


    I shrugged indifferently, turned and threw myself into the fierce battlefield.


    Because I have been in the army all the year round, it is difficult for me to integrate into other people''s social circle.


    For me, there is no place more secure than the military barracks.


    So I don''t need all that drinking.


    3.


    but this kind of hard work soon brings about negative effects.


    I was injured in a match.


    Mental trauma.


    In fact, I think I can bear it, but the marshal insisted that I take a vacation.


    After many consultations, marshal and I took a step back.


    I was sent to swat academy to recuperate.


    Well, compared with the sunshine on the beach, the training students can barely accept it.


    4.


    swift is different from what I thought.


    The students here are too naive to experience actual combat.


    On the battlefield, such a person is the enemy''s favorite sheep.


    They coaxed me to compete with the instructors in the military academy.


    I sneer in my heart, how can those who have never been on the battlefield beat me.


    I agreed.


    So the young man who looked very thin stood in front of me. He''s very pretty, more handsome than anyone I''ve ever met before.


    But there was light in his eyes, too bright to move.


    For this competition, I began to be interested.