There are no masters in martial arts novels who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and there are no unparalleled magical skills. However, special forces must have the vigilance of the masters in kung fu movies. Otherwise, if the enemy comes close, his neck will be wiped, and his death will be unjust.
Too frustrated and useless.
The moment Nalan Tongtong was willing to block the knife, Yang Chen had already dealt with the group of people in front and noticed the movement behind him, but he was a human after all, not Ultraman. Spider-Man was half a beat too late to make the most appropriate defense.
Or attack, he simply turned around and rushed forward, hugged the stupid Nalan Tongtong around the waist, turned around almost recklessly, and in the fleeting time, he could only switch places with Xiao Nizi.
He faced the sharp dagger with his strong back.
Most of the tough men in movies and TV series gritted their teeth when being stabbed, but Yang Chen's resolute face showed no emotion at all, as if he was not the one who got stabbed.
scold!
The soft sound of the blade sinking into muscle.
It seemed that everyone present heard this almost inaudible voice, and the hustle and bustle on the street froze. Shielding a woman from the knife is like a man's chest-beating oath of eternal love. It is easy to say but difficult to follow. It is a matter of life and death. Don't pull the woman next to you to support you.
He is considered a kind person.
Yang Chen blocked the knife very calmly, and stared lovingly at Nalan Tongtong's dull face with a gentle smile. Nalan Tongtong stared blankly at his beloved, tears bursting from his eyes, it was more painful than being stabbed himself.
The pain was so painful that I almost suffocated.
The man who attacked from behind succeeded with one strike. He drew back the dagger without hesitation. His movements were neat and clear, showing the demeanor of an expert. A stream of blood shot out from Yang Chen's back, spreading on the road. The crowd of onlookers became restless, and several exclamations broke out.
Yang Chen didn't move at all, which was no different from a metamorphosis that had lost its pain-sensing nerves.
He turned around, a sinister smile full of contempt bloomed on his handsome face.
A pair of bright black eyes burst with murderous intent and the ruthlessness of an iron-blooded soldier.
Although he was injured, he did not feel dejected and desolate at the end of a powerful battle, but his momentum became stronger. This is the heroic spirit and the bloody spirit of a man accumulated in countless fights, and it is a blood-stained demeanor!
Yang Chen slowly turned around, waved to the young man standing a few meters behind, and said calmly: "Come again."
The onlookers who had been gloating over the misfortune were finally infected by Yang Chen's aura. They cheered loudly, clapped, and sirens sounded. The young man who injured Yang Chen calmly put away his knife and stepped away. The more than 20 people who had previously besieged him no longer stayed.
He stumbled into the van and fled the scene.
Before these people took action, they never imagined that besieging one person would pay such a heavy price.
"Are you stupid?!" Nalan Tongtong burst into tears and lost her temper. Her beautiful face was full of reproach. She blamed Yang Chen for using his body to block the knife. This girl had forgotten that she was so stupid that she died just now.
At this point, Yang Chen gently rubbed his woman's wet face and smiled softly.
"I said I would protect you for the rest of my life, and I must do it. If you are injured, my heart hurts more than if I was cut into pieces by a thousand knives. It's nothing to me to have some flesh wounds." Yang Chen rubbed Nalan with his rough thumb.
Tear stains under the corners of Tongtong's eyes.
The police rushed to the scene, briefly questioned Yang Chen and sent him to the hospital. In the hospital, Yang Chen had no choice but to take off his shirt. What was more shocking than the muscular body was the hideous scars. The surgeons and nurses had seen all kinds of scars.
It was the first time for the injured Dudu to meet a man like Yang Chen who was covered in wounds from swords and bullets.
The male doctor in his forties knew clearly which wounds were stab wounds and which ones were gunshot wounds. His hands holding the forceps were shaking involuntarily. If Yang Chen hadn't been brought here by a police car, he would most likely have called the police.
Nalan Tongtong stood beside Yang Chen, her eyes slowly scanning every scar on Yang Chen's upper body. Every time she saw these scars, her heart ached like a knife. She bit her lip lightly to wipe her tears and choked out: "Husband
, I won’t let you suffer any more in the future.”
Yang Chen sweated violently. These words seemed to be something he should say affectionately, but Xiao Nizi said them instead. It sounded really awkward, but he still felt warm in his heart. Someone cared about him, and he was really happy.
The middle-aged doctor held the tweezers in his trembling hands and carefully inserted the absorbent alcohol cotton into the six to seven centimeter deep wound to disinfect it. Others would have bared their teeth and screamed, but the young man who was deeply shocked did not frown, "
No matter how much the novel or TV series exaggerates the scene in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" where Guan Erye scrapes his bones to heal his wounds, it is not as shocking as witnessing it with your own eyes.
"Does it hurt?" Nalan Tongtong looked at the doctor's disinfection techniques and felt trembling in her heart.
"It doesn't hurt." Yang Chen shook his head and chuckled. He was not being arrogant. He pretended to be a man in front of a woman. This was the first time that this guy was stabbed. In the deep mountains and forests, there were no doctors or nurses. He poured the gunpowder from the bullet into the wound.
Quickly ignite it to disinfect it. The pain is heartbreaking.
However, the more times I used it, the more numb I became.
At this time, it doesn't matter if the tweezers holding alcohol cotton are used to poke into the wound.
Half an hour later, Yang Chen and Nalan Tongtong walked out of the city's No. 2 Hospital. Apart from a two-three centimeter hole in the leather jacket, it was difficult to find any trace of Yang Chen's injuries. After being stabbed, he continued to accompany Nalan Tongtong as if nothing happened.
Went to the People's Park to see the penguins, and talked and laughed and talked about love as usual.
In the People's Park, the grass, trees, streams, and buildings are all covered in holy silver. At three or four degrees below zero, the park is quite lively, with people coming and going. Nalan Tongtong points and tells interesting stories from his childhood. Yang Chen lights a cigarette.
While listening and laughing, my thoughts were on the snow scene in early winter, the northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting. The first few sentences of "Qinyuan Spring. Snow" by the founding great really describe the winter in the north vividly, and outline it in just a few words.
It is a vast and magnificent picture of the Northland, and the uninhibited writing style in the last few sentences is like the character of a Northland man, wild and heroic, swallowing up the world.
The graceful scenery of Jiangnan is full of outstanding people, talented people and beauties, but it lacks this refreshing momentum.
Most men in the Northland yearn for the warriors of Yan and Zhao. The vast and desolate land gave birth to many heroes who conquered the world, writing sung and lamentable iron-blooded legends. Every paragraph left in the thick historical annals embodies heroic feelings. Yang Chen was born and raised in the Northland
Men, among the outstanding people in Jiangnan, the brilliant literary talents of talented people, and the charming smiles of beautiful women, he seems to be weaker after all.
A stunning piece of writing.
A passionate story about seven entrances and seven exits in Changbanpo, Dangyang.
Yang Chen, who claimed to be a rough man, naturally fell in love with the latter. Nalan Tongtong noticed that the man beside her was smoking slowly and was absent-minded. She pouted and said angrily: "Husband, are you thinking about me right now?"
Yang Chen chuckled, shook his head very honestly and said no. Just when Xiao Nizi was about to show off her unruly side, the gentle and yet deep voice came into her ears again, "Girl, I'm thinking about how I can give you a lifetime of happiness."
Nalan Tongtong's slender jade hands had already placed the slender jade hands on Yang Chen's waist, and they hung down weakly, her beautiful eyes full of love and tears.
Lama Tsangyang Gyatso, who did not have a mausoleum in the Potala Palace, wrote: In that month, I shook all the prayer tubes not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips; that year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road for no other reason.
I came to see you just to be close to your warmth; in that life, I walked around mountains and rivers and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way.
Nalan Tongtong was once moved by this poem.
She once longed for love and looked forward to her right man.
Now, Yang Chen's gentle and simple words struck her heart hard and her heart was tender. She suddenly felt that the most touching love poems in the world were far inferior to her man's words.
