The Third Rebirth

22-2

When the heavy rain fell, Ling Chen and his team had already driven the car to a high place. There was no light around, and the painted armored vehicle was hidden among the lush branches and leaves, with no sense of existence. The dense raindrops hit the roof of the car with a clattering sound, which was very disturbing.

Jiang Mu sat in the cab, wearing noise-isolating headphones, tinkering with the instrument intently, preparing to analyze and sort out the data from the instrument removed from Shengjue's armored vehicle overnight.

Jiang Cancan and Jian Lan were full of energy. Taking advantage of the night and heavy rain, they decided to seize the opportunity to practice shooting in adverse weather conditions and keep their feel. After taking the night vision goggles, they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Only Ling Chen was not doing his job and was not making progress. He broke a handful of grass leaves and was carefully making a straw bird.

Ye Xiao squatted beside him, hugged his knees and watched carefully. He already had two woven birds in his hands. He also helped Ling Chen with chores from time to time, such as -

Ling Chen: "Ye Xiao, I'm thirsty."

Ye Xiao quickly took the military water bottle, unscrewed the lid and fed Ling Chen water, and then tightened the lid and put it back after feeding.

After squatting down again, watching the bird's wings gradually take shape in Ling Chen's hands, Ye Xiao asked in confusion, "Captain, did you eat too much salt tonight?"

Ling Chen: "Why do you ask?"

Ye Xiao: "Because in this hour, you have drunk water nine times, almost once every six minutes."

Ling Chen paused, thinking that this question was too difficult and he couldn't answer it - what's so good about plain water? He was not thirsty and didn't want to drink water, he just liked Ye Xiao to feed him water.

He definitely couldn't answer it like that, and this idea was too inconsistent with the core values, so Ling Chen simply ignored the question and didn't answer it, but he didn't ask Ye Xiao to feed him water so frequently afterwards.

He sped up, finished weaving the bird in his hand, and handed it to Ye Xiao, "Okay, Our Ye Xiao can sleep with three little birds at night."

His thoughts were exposed, and Ye Xiao's ears were a little red.

Ling Chen pinched his burning earlobe, stood up and cleaned up the grass clippings on the ground, took out a set of clothes from his bag and handed them to Ye Xiao, "Your clothes are a little dirty, change them."

Ye Xiao was used to wearing Ling Chen's clothes, he reached out to take it, then crossed his hands to hold the corner of the clothes, and took off the shirt directly.

In the dim light of the rear compartment, Ye Xiao's scars of various sizes were extremely eye-catching. Ling Chen's throat was dry, he leaned against the wall of the compartment and asked softly, "These wounds... hurt?" After asking, he felt that what he asked was all nonsense, how could scars not hurt.

Ye Xiao originally wanted to answer "It doesn't hurt", but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered that Ling Chen had said before that he could act like a spoiled child to him. So Ye Xiao opened his mouth hesitantly and answered, "It hurts a little."

He was still not good at acting cute, and just pointed to the finger-long scar under his left collarbone, "It hurts the most here. I thought I was going to die, but I survived."

After that, he moved his finger down and pointed to a scar on the right side of his abdomen, "It hurts here too. It's festering and hasn't healed for a long time. I had a low-grade fever all the time. During that time, I would wake up in the middle of the night because of the pain."