Han Yu

Chapter 26 Escape

Zhou Fu's cold and hard outline loomed in the smog.

He is not a smoker, but there are cigarette butts scattered all over the ground at his feet. He lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, and slightly pursed his lips to show a bit of firmness.

Old He stood in front of him, with a straight figure but dejected, "Major, I was at fault for this matter. I acted indiscriminately without knowing it clearly. I was out of proportion, and I accept the punishment."

The oppressive feeling on Zhou Fu's body made him uneasy, he didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard this, punishment?Punishment can make Han Fang get up from the bed vigorously and continue to be arrogant?

Zhou Fu didn't know what was wrong with him. When he saw that lawless and unscrupulous young man curled up with a pale face and sweating, his lack of energy made him feel very uncomfortable.He didn't want to see Han Fang so weak and uncomfortable as if he had lost his life. He would rather see the person in front of him still have arrogant eyes and casual brows, look cold and disdainful at first glance, and he didn't want to see him suffer.

This inexplicable feeling is like a cat scratching his heart, and he is very disturbed now.

Zhou Fu threw the cigarette on the ground, crushed it a few times, and said in a calm tone, "Old He, any soldier we lead can step in and discipline him, but he is different."

"No one can touch him except me."

Don't talk about beating, scolding is also useless.

Passing over Lao He who was still staring in disbelief, on the way to the cafeteria, Zhou Fu was still thinking about Han Fang's expression of frowning and covering his stomach, and the way that man was carried back to the dormitory with such force from the infirmary. The whitened finger bones tightly gripped the corner of the clothes.

It must be hard.

When Han Fang woke up, Zhou Fu happened to push the door in with a bowl of porridge in his hand. Before he could be delighted that the man in front of him trembled his eyelashes and opened his eyes, he heard Han Fang's extremely sneering tone and said coolly: "History is coming again!" It's happening again, why are there no duck eggs this time?"

His voice was a little hoarse, Zhou Fu stared at the corners of his chapped lips, turned around and put the porridge down for Han Fang to drink a glass of water, Han Fang raised his eyebrows in doubt, then sat up, His body has been cleaned up, it is clean and fresh without any sticky feeling of sweat, and the wound is also covered with medicine. He was looking at himself when a glass of water appeared before Zhou Fu.

The sun splashed on the slope of the water, making the water more crystal clear and free of impurities under the sun. The other half of Han Fang's face was hidden in the shadow with the water. Zhou Fu could see his long and thin black eyelashes trembling slightly. Han Fang's eyelashes were extremely long and even, and the end of the eye was just a little longer to outline the slightly raised eye end that day, which was clear and gorgeous, which seemed extremely contradictory.

There are a few scratches on his face, which have been treated slightly, but the blood is still coagulated inside, which is difficult to clean off. At this moment, he looked down at the glass of water and took it with his hands. Those hands were very slender and beautiful. It's unbelievably delicate, but the scene is still aesthetically pleasing, because the slender wrist and the white and slender hands just look at it and feel unsatisfied.

Zhou Fu couldn't help looking at his hands. The palms that were wider than the boy were darkened by the sun and because of rough training, but they were both strong. Then he passed the porridge and looked at Han Fang because he lowered his head. And the white and smooth back of the neck was exposed, and before he looked over, he quickly lowered his eyes.

No wonder there are no duck eggs, because there are already preserved eggs inside.

Han Fang scooped it up a few times and there was still some minced meat in it, which was finely chopped and mixed into the porridge. When he smelled the tangy aroma, his stomach growled a few times.

Han Fang looked up at Zhou Fu.

Zhou Fu quickly looked away at the scenery outside the window.

Han Fang snorted coldly, leaned on the pillow and began to drink porridge.

In Zhou Fu's eyes, that cold snort seemed a little awkward and cute, his heart fluttered a little numb, and the corner of his eyes secretly turned to Han Fang, although he was very hungry, he still ate very politely, taking small bites, Although there was no words to express, the comfortable and slightly squinted eyes really expressed Han Fang's mood.

In fact, Han Fang was so hungry that he wanted to pour the porridge directly into his mouth, but the porridge was too hot, obviously freshly made, so he had to sip it to warm it up, and he had a wound on his own lip, which was burned alive by him. Bite out.Feeling the smooth porridge in his mouth and being able to chew shredded pork and preserved eggs from time to time, Han Fang squinted his eyes in enjoyment, thinking absently that the canteen master didn't expect such a skill.

Zhou Fu waited for him to eat and drink enough before he said: "I don't need to train for a few days, I will go after the injury is better."

It's okay not to mention it, but Han Fang's face sank instantly when he mentioned it, "How did you deal with that instructor?"

Zhou Fu understood what Han Fang meant, pursed his lips and said, "He made an unintentional mistake, besides, you are also at fault..."

This sentence made Han Fang want to blow up, he immediately raised his eyebrows and sneered, "My fault is that others hit me and I fight back?"

Zhou Fu was stung by the tone, "He is no better than you."

Han Fang laughed angrily, "You're not talking nonsense, who doesn't beat someone hard?"

"Han Fang!" Zhou Fu emphasized his tone. Han Fang had already turned away his face and looked too lazy to pay attention to him, but the frown on the side of his face showed his irritability, looking at Han Fang's weak and pale face , Zhou Fu took a soft breath and said, "You have a good rest..."

Han Fang closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled into a mocking arc.

Seeing this, Zhou Fu sighed, took the bowl and chopsticks and walked out the door.

As soon as he heard the sound of closing the door, Han Fang opened his eyes, which were filled with cold shattered ice.

In the next few days, Zhou Fu came to deliver meals three times a day, but he didn't have a good face. He opened his mouth every time but stopped talking, and stared at the latter with complicated eyes.

Han Fang has never been a person who is suitable for being restrained. He abides by the rules and listens to instructions. Maybe he is a good candidate for a soldier, but his temper is really not suitable for being a soldier.

When did he feel wronged?Who would dare to make him feel wronged for so many years?Originally, I wanted to endure this poor place for a few days, but now it seems that I might as well just leave.

Once you've made up your mind, you've already figured out a plan.

You can’t go to the playground. Fortunately, after getting familiar with the terrain these days, the back door of the school can still struggle for a while. It’s just a rusty and mossy lock, about two meters high. The lock can’t be opened, but The wall can still be climbed, but I don't know what's behind it, but whatever it is is better than staying here.

In the afternoon, all the students are training on the playground, together with the instructors.It couldn’t be easier to escape during this time period. The instructors will check the number of students one by one to prevent any omissions. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Fang felt that he would be sorry if he didn't run away.

The form is exactly as he expected.

The weather was hot, and sweat had soaked Han Fang's back unknowingly, and fine beads of sweat emerged from his forehead. His heart was beating excitedly, and the voice of the instructor on the playground faintly followed the wind. Floating in the ear.

Han Fang knew that he was being reckless, so he started acting like a monster within three days of rest, but this was also an excellent opportunity, no one would have thought that the person who should be recuperating on the bed was hiding in a place unknown to others. run away.

He is now hiding by the wall of the dormitory building, estimating in his heart how often a new team of substitutes will come to the places he has patrolled, and what he can grasp is only a few minutes after the shift change.

What Han Fang didn't expect was that there were patrols in the military academy!

He was almost caught off guard as soon as he went out.

The fine bangs were wet with sweat and stuck to Han Fang's forehead. Han Fang breathed evenly, silently calculating the time and location in his heart, taking advantage of the gap in the middle to get closer to the destination, and then came all the way to the back door. There were very few people patrolling the back door, so Han Fang went to the locked door almost openly afterwards.

It stands to reason that Han Fang used to be able to turn over easily at this height, but now he is stepping on rocks and turning over with great effort. When he turned halfway enough to look down and see what was going on outside the back door, Han Fang's face changed. No wonder the back door There's no one to patrol, and there's no way to go down the motherfucker, it's all steep and steep slopes, and I don't know what's down the slope!

Could it be that he just gave up and went back home?

Han Fang didn't want to do it, so he turned over hard.

The slope below is difficult to walk, Han Fang can barely stabilize his body coordination and climb down like climbing a mountain. Now he only hopes that there is a road under the slope instead of a river, otherwise he really has no choice but to return to the original road. road.

He was gasping for breath soon, sweat blurred his vision, he squinted his eyes and only saw the dazzling sun hanging in the sky, which made his eyes dark for a while, Han Fang pulled the corner of his mouth, this year is really unlucky There were a lot of things to do, and Han Fang was a little bored after climbing. He was about to jump down without stopping. He accidentally stepped on the solid ground. He looked down and raised his eyebrows with joy. Not far below is the road. up.

But soon the question arises, which direction should he go now?

In the evening, it was almost time for the students to go to eat. Zhou Fu was thinking about Han Fang, and he didn't know if he was still angry. When he went to the cafeteria kitchen, the auntie in the cafeteria greeted him: "What do you want? I have all the ingredients ready."

"Thank you." Zhou Fu responded politely, then rolled up his sleeves and started cooking.

The doctor told Han Fang to drink porridge to moisten his stomach. Zhou Fu tried his best to make the porridge light and delicious, but when he walked to the door with the porridge, he was a little hesitant. He didn't know how to face Han Fang. After a few back and forth, Zhou Fu felt that he didn't seem like himself anymore, he gritted his teeth and pushed open the door, "Han Fang..."

No one is empty.

Zhou Fu was stunned, the porridge in his hand was still steaming, but that person was no longer there.He walked over to put the porridge on the table, panicked inexplicably, turned around and walked outside.

They looked at this tall man with a firm and resolute face, calm and majestic eyes, tightly pursed lips and fast walking, revealing a little panic.

no……

still none……

The recruits had already finished their meal and went out in twos and threes to line up. Zhou Fu cast a cold glance over him, "Go to the playground and run around until I come back."

Then he walked in a hurry and didn't know where he was going.

nothing.

After searching the whole school, Zhou Fu confirmed that Han Fang was no longer there, more precisely, he had already run away.

But he can't say anything.

He wants to find Han Fang.