Chapter 1122: You want to like me, like a little longer 74

The childish body seemed to be stiff, and it took a long while to return to God. It seemed that she had just understood what she was doing. She glared at the red tears and slowly lifted her head from her knees. Wen Jian alone stood on the shooting range, holding a bow, slender fingers oozing blood, when the cold wind blew his hair, but his eyes were deep and sharply staring at the distant target.
At that moment, Wen Jian seems to be no longer just a gentle one.
He seems to be stronger and more powerful than the former Wen Jian.
That kind of strong firmness is not to say that there is something, it is more like a kind of quenching, from the inside to the outside.
The young child stared at Wen Jian for a while, and looked at the past in the direction of the bull's eye...
Under the dim light, on the bull's-eye, there was an arrow in the hall.
When I looked at that arrow, my heart suddenly became sour.
She wanted to suppress the surging of emotions, but she still couldn't hold back. Looking at Wen Jian and tears falling down, she finally couldn't bear it. She got up and ran over and threw herself into Wen Jian's arms.
Wen Jian stood straight, straight, and did not say a word, but slowly with the only force of the hand against the childish back, bowed his head, leaning against her neck, and finally can slowly and slowly breathe .
Qing Qing simply refused to have any other people on the shooting range. He was holding Wen Jian tightly and choked that Xiao Jian’s brother was an idiot...
Wen Jian slowly tightened her strength. According to her back neck, she licked her ears, and her voice was hoarse. "I'm sorry, Xiaoqing... I will never drink again. Can you forgive me?"
Qing was crying in his arms and nodded, holding his waist firmly.
The two men hugged for a long time in the wind. In the end, the young child first sneezed and let Wen Jian react. He put down the bow and arrow in his hand and took the childish walk.
But Qing Qiao blinked his eyes and wondered if it was inappropriate to go back in the middle of the night. Let Wen Jian follow her to her camp.
Qingzhi went to the military doctor to get a bottle of ointment, then returned to the camp, sat down and let Wen Jian reach out and show her.
Wen Jian frowned and said nothing, dare not show her.
Qing Zhi took a pair of big eyes and stared at him, not saying a word.
Wen Jian was so glanced at her, and she was embarrassed, and she stood up honestly.
The childish and jealous of him: "Two hands."
Wen Jian had to put the other hand on the table.
Qingzhi then reached out and gently grasped one of his hands. The gentle hand was very beautiful, especially when holding the pen. When the gesture was the most charming when it was young, she always felt that Wen Jian The hand is the one that most fascinates her.
But now this hand, because of the long bow, has been peeled off, bleeding, a redness, how to see is very distressing.
Qing’s own temper is soft. When she sees Wen’s hand injury, she confuses her gimmicks. She can’t help but whisper:
I’m too embarrassed...

"I have heard from me that Yu Shu is a hero who is always standing on the front line for the North. Such a person will always be worthy of my respect. Uncle Shu himself has suffered countless injuries on the battlefield. I am hurt this. What counted again?" Wen Jian did not take his injury as a thing,