Wild Sweet Temptation

Chapter 409: Craving for the Scent of Roses

At some point, he became addicted to the scent of roses.

He also kept those letters written in childish handwriting very well, and glanced at them from time to time, as if all the bright spots of life were recorded in them.

The emptiness in my heart seemed to be filled a little, and I felt a sense of determination to return victorious.

The order to charge and raid sounded, and Fu Yucheng and others advanced steadily along the planned route. However, the enemy was no pushover either, and relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they began to bombard them indiscriminately.

"Xiao Cheng!" The squadron leader ran over to protect him and pushed him out. Fu Yucheng bumped into the tree next to him and dodged behind it. The shell fell on the place where he was just now. The violent explosion airflow broke the old tree in half. He barely escaped under the tree.

The squadron leader had disappeared, which made his back cold, but he did not stop. He chose to hold his gun and cooperate with the combat tank to speed up his pace, and began to report the current situation to the central command while enduring the burning pain.

No matter how difficult this battle is, he must go back alive and win. He cannot do what Fu Rongshan wants. The members of Kui are waiting for him, and so are Su Muchen's siblings.

Life is not so confusing and boring. He can have his own persistence and beliefs. Maybe he can also not be the stray dog ​​that no one cares about, nestling in the cold street corner.

The bleak sunlight cast a bleak light through the gray-black clouds. The sandy yellow soil was now damp and muddy, with a bloody and rusty smell that lingered in the forest for a long time without melting.

The charred remains of trees were dotted with corpses, now as cold as the weapons in their hands. Even more were incomplete body tissues stuck there at random, and no one would ever claim them.

This battle lasted for two years. Although they finally inflicted heavy damage on the enemy, their army also suffered heavy losses. Almost half of the soldiers were buried in this land, with no remains left. In the end, they could only return home with a handful of soil.

When Fu Yucheng, the youngest, went back, he felt that the faces of the people here were blurred. He divided the soil into different jars bit by bit, took out a notebook and recorded it in detail, staring at the devastated land.

He couldn't die now, as he was carrying the hopes that his comrades had fought for with their lives, and he had to live with them.

Fu Yucheng seemed a little unfamiliar when he stepped on the land of Beijing. The changes in the commercial street in the past two years had made him a little unsure of the direction.

The streets and alleys were all pink hearts. Fu Yucheng looked up and caught a sparse snowflake. The ice crystals caught his eyes, blurring his amber eyes. He lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. After his vision cleared, he saw the small figure in the crowded crowd.

There is no shortage of people holding roses on this street. He is one of them, and Lu Jinhuan is also one of them.

Unlike the roses in Lu Jinhuan's arms, before coming here, Fu Yucheng made a special trip to Kuncheng and bought the most beautiful roses in the city. No matter the degree of blooming or the size of each flower, they were all selected by him personally, which was incomparable to the roses in the greenhouse in the capital.

Seeing Lu Jinhuan holding hands with the little boy next to her, Fu Yucheng's pale knuckles couldn't help but tighten, and the thorns of the rose instantly sank into his skin, oozing out blood.

"Eh?" In the vast crowd, Lu Jinhuan turned around and saw the bouquet of roses hanging by Fu Yucheng's side. He lowered his head, pulled the hood of his sweatshirt, and immediately turned and left.

"Fu Gou?" Lu Jinhuan chased after him, and her boyfriend immediately followed her for fear that she would get lost.

Lu Jinhuan felt that she had seen it wrong, but there was really no one else who had that kind of aura except Fu Gou. She kept calling Fu Gou Fu Gou from behind and followed the crowd to the corner of the street, where she saw Fu Yucheng throw the rose into the trash can with his own hands.

Blood dripped down his knuckles, leaving a smudge of red on the snow. Fu Yucheng turned around with a slight smile on his lips. "Xixi."

In just two years, Lu Jinhuan has changed. The little girl is still beautiful, but different from before. She has another kind of beauty that is heart-pounding.

"It's really you." Lu Jinhuan looked at him. Fu Yucheng, who had experienced the battlefield, no longer had a buzz cut. At the age of 18, he looked like a complete evildoer. Both his face and eyes seemed to have hooks, but they did not make people feel close to him.

The moment Lu Jinhuan saw Fu Yucheng's face, she was delighted. Fu Gou is still Fu Gou. He looks better when he grows up, but he still looks that mean and hateful!

"You didn't even tell me you were coming back, and my brother said he was waiting to welcome you back!" She glanced at the roses in the trash can again, walked forward and took out the bouquet of flowers. The little thorns on the flowers stood up particularly stubbornly, as if they had their own ideas.

"Wow, what a big rose! Who gave it to you? It would be a pity to throw it away." She loved these flowers very much. It was obvious that such a big rose was not grown in Beijing. Seeing it thrown away like this made her feel a little pity for it.

"...Nothing." He saw the little boy chasing after him and answered casually, then he lowered his eyes silently, looked at the blood beads shaking on his fingertips, and stopped talking.

She will bring a touch of color to your life when it is dark, and she will also be a soft candy to others, making their lives sweeter. He is actually not that special.

In fact, he had no right to ask Lu Jinhuan to be special to him. The two of them didn't even have a good relationship.

At most, they were just... pen pals? Or... she was just trying to comfort him for Su Muchen's sake.

Fu Yucheng suddenly didn't want to say anything.

Lu Jinhuan looked back at her boyfriend and stuffed the flowers he gave her into his arms. "Go wait for me at the store. I have something to do for now. I'll come find you later."

"Xixi, who is this? Today is Valentine's Day, I'll go alone..."

"He's my brother's friend, don't worry about it." Her words sounded more like an order, and the other party was choked by the rest of his words and could only leave in disappointment.

After the other party walked away, Lu Jinhua took out a small band-aid, looked at it and put it away, holding Rose and dragging Fu Yucheng to the pharmacy. Fu Yucheng's eyes fell on the domineering little hand that pulled his sleeve, and he let her pull, and then took alcohol and gauze to disinfect and bandage him.

"How come after all these years, you still can't learn to remove the thorns from a rose! Fu Gou, you are really... your rose is pretty good, you can just take good care of it, why are you throwing it around? Are you heartbroken or something? If you were to be less stubborn, maybe someone would be interested in you!"

"Look at how depressed you are. Come on, what kind of girl could be so obsessed with you? Doesn't she like the roses you bought for Valentine's Day? How about you tell me what kind of person she is, and I can help you with some advice? See if you can win her back?"

Fu Yucheng stared blankly at her as she processed him, his lips moving slightly.