Hearing this, Wu Qiao glanced away awkwardly.
Because I... want... want him to accompany me
No matter who it is, as long as you ask, will he accompany you, even if you are so tired, even if you haven't rested for so many days
"Admiral," looking at Tan Yan's eyes, Wu Qiao was a little scared, and changed the subject abruptly, "Are you going to Major General Darrell now?"
"I don't want to go." Tan Yan replied decisively, "He seems to be very excited and plans to carry out some activities... Show me his base, explain the current situation and so on? But last night he didn't say anything about the specific arrangements. "
In fact, sometimes even Tan Yan is a little afraid of Darrell. Darrell is a veteran, and he has spent his whole life fighting for the Empire, he should pay tribute, the airs of an admiral are not suitable for Darrell.
Wu Qiao asked again: "Then what do you want to do?"
"I'll hide first."
"..."
"I really want to sleep through it and not be driven around."
"… Oh."
"I'll talk about other things tomorrow—at the earliest in the afternoon. I really need to go to bed, or I will definitely die here."
He is extremely sleepy now, but he doesn't want to use "sleepy" as a reason to be absent from the event, so he pretends to be in a hurry and doesn't even go back to the room, so as not to be seen and say that he just doesn't want to talk to Darrell.
"Where are you hiding?"
"You are here."
"...Huh?" Wu Qiao said in a daze, "Okay."
For some reason, Wu Qiao immediately agreed to him, although normally speaking, it would be a little difficult to be caught between Tan Yan and Darrell.
"Then you can go to training as usual." Tan Yan unbuttoned his shirt, turned his back to Wu Qiao, and took off his general uniform.
Wu Qiao had never seen Tan Yan wearing only a shirt.
Then Tan Yan undid the top two buttons of the shirt and loosened the collar. Wu Qiao immediately saw the beautiful lines of the other party's neck and collarbone.
There are undulating muscles on the chest and abdomen inside the shirt, although they can't be seen clearly, they can be imagined.
Not covered by a coat, the long legs are more eye-catching than ever.
"..." Wu Qiao felt a little embarrassed again, so he hurriedly looked away.
Over there, Tan Yan sorted out Wu Qiao's books on the side of the bed.
When he was sorting it out, he glanced at the titles of all the books: "The Growth Record of 88 Generals", "The Life of an Excellent Soldier", "My Life: Suffering or Wealth"... Tan Yan remembered that Wu Qiao especially loved reading Celebrity biographies.
"...?" Wu Qiao asked, "Why did you clean it up?"
"I'm lying here, where things are usually piled up." Tan Yan responded casually, "I came here without changing my clothes, it's not very clean."
"It's okay..." Wu Qiao said, "You can lie down wherever you want."
"I'll just sleep on the side and I'll be fine."
"But," Wu Qiao thought for a while, "It's not very comfortable to sleep like this, otherwise, I'll find you a looser set of clothes?"
clothing? Tan Yan thought for a while and said, "... that's fine too."
"Oh."
After Wu Qiao said this, he went to search in the cabinet.
Tan Yan was much taller than him, and he probably only reached the position of the other's eyes. Tan Yan definitely couldn't fit in ordinary pajama pants, so he had to find the widest pair.
After searching for a long time, Wu Qiao finally pulled out one.
Tan Yan took a look: "..."
There is only one pattern on the trousers: densely packed, repeated, bold and bold "NO.1" in different sizes and directions.
"NO.1" is written all over the pajama pants.
At that time, when Wu Qiao saw this pair of pants, he wanted to buy them—he liked the number one.
Once when I was young, the empire selected the most influential person. General Xiao En, whom Wu Qiao admired the most, ranked second, and the first was a very popular female singer, whose songs are still popular until now. Wu Qiao also voted for Sean, but when he saw the result, he cried angrily. He felt that the second place was so dazzling, and "second" was not worthy of Sean at all. This incident is still an important material for my sister to laugh at him, because Wu Qiao was so stupid at that time, he cared about the strange selection that even Xiao En himself would not care about. Of course Wuqiao would not be like that anymore, but some things were still deeply rooted.
Wu Qiao handed over the pair of trousers: "Is this all right?"
Tan Yan: "..."
"Then..." Wu Qiao looked at the time, "I'm out for training."
"Okay." Tan Yan said to Wu Qiao, "Steal some lunch and bring it back for me."
"… I see."
In the morning, Darrell asked Wu Qiao if he had seen General Tan Yan.
According to Darrell, Tan Yan only left him a sentence, saying that there was a personal matter that needed to be dealt with, and then disappeared directly.
He searched all over the base, but he still didn't see anyone.
Wu Qiao hesitated, and finally said: "The general may indeed have something he wants to do."
After lunch at noon, Wu Qiao packed some meals in his lunch box and sent them back to his room.
Tan Yan is sleeping.
He seemed to have taken a shower after he left, his hair was still a little wet, and there were some water stains on the pillow.
Tan Yan was in a deep sleep, breathing evenly and gently, looking very relaxed.
I don't know how long I slept... Wu Qiao calculated in his mind, the whole morning should be four hours, right
"Admiral." Wu Qiao patted him, "The meal is here."
"...Huh?" Tan Yan tried hard to open his eyes, "You're back."
"right."
Tan Yan suddenly felt that it would be great if he could stay here all the time—he would lie lazily like this every day, waiting for someone to come back to this room. There is no dangerous beachhead, no thousands of troops; no thinking about how to use warships and mechas to win, no choice between defending or retreating; There are no more days of insomnia, nervousness, and nervousness when I hear a little sound, although those things only happened in the early days of joining the army.
Tan Yan sighed in his heart—as a general of the empire, he would have such thoughts.
From this point of view, Wu Qiao is stronger and more determined than him.
"Get up and have something to eat?" Wu Qiao said, "I'm leaving soon."
"… Row."
Wu Qiao went to get him a glass of water again: "I put the water by the bed too."
"..."
…
At night, when Wu Qiao went back, Tan Yan was still sleeping.
Wu Qiao: "..."
Today is the day when Raven Nine's repairs are over. After Wu Qiao finished training, he was going to check and test drive. It was already 10:30 in the evening when he said goodbye to Ya Jiu, and now it was almost 11:00.
Crow Nine was not very happy, because this was the third time it had entered the factory in ten days.
The first time was routine maintenance ten days ago. Crow Nine has to maintain it once a month, and every time it is very unhappy, because the maintenance is always carried out at 8 o'clock, and the drama it is watching is ready to be updated at 8 o'clock.
The second time was nine days ago. At that time, Yajiu had just finished maintenance and left the factory. I didn't expect that the other two mechas waiting to enter the factory would suddenly have a conversation like "What are you looking at?" and "What are you looking at?" There was a fight, punches and kicks, and it also affected Yajiu, smashing Yajiu out of a hole. At that time, it didn't see the update of the drama in time, and was taken into the factory for two consecutive days. It was the most resentful time.
Today is the third time.
Wu Qiao couldn't figure out how good that play was.
Wu Qiao had followed her for a few times, and she was so innocent that she was insane.
It was an ancient drama, and it told a story that happened in the age of letters—a beautiful girl had a crush on a handsome boy from the same school, and later they entered high school. The girl only heard that the boy went to a certain school but did not know the specific class. , so I wrote 20 letters with the same content. The names and addresses of the recipients are: ×× middle school senior one, class one, ××, ×× middle school senior one, second class ××, ×× middle school senior one, third class ×× Receive... until the 20th class. She didn't have any hope at first, but she didn't expect the other party to receive it, and wrote her a reply letter. The little girl was ecstatic after receiving the letter, but immediately discovered a problem: the other party thought she already knew his specific address, but still didn't say which class he was in! So the little girl wrote another twenty similar letters and sent them to each class. This time, she attached a reply envelope and stamps to each letter. What the young man didn't know was that the color of the reply envelope and the style of stamps in each letter were different. The little girl carefully recorded which address each envelope and stamp was sent to, so that, with the envelope and stamp of the other party's reply, she I finally found out which class the other party was in...
After reading it, Ya Jiu's heart was filled with pink bubbles, and she immediately picked up a pen and wrote a letter to Long Yuan.
At that time, Wu Qiao had a premonition that Yajiu would be tragic again, but then he found that it became smart—the letter Yajiu sent was a self-made greeting card, and Yajiu drew many, many kinds of small animals on the greeting card. Wu Qiao glanced at them, they were all kittens, puppies and rabbits, they didn't look very similar, they could barely make out their shapes, but they were all fluffy. Wu Qiao knew that Long Yuan himself didn't have any hair on his body, and the metal shell was smooth and shiny, which made it hard for him to walk every time he saw a small furry animal.
The letter was sent to the headquarters of the military headquarters, and it is not known whether Longyuan received it.
Yajiu looked forward to replying day and night, but there was no news from the other party.
Let's ask Tan Yan later... Wu Qiao thought to himself.
After taking a shower, Wu Qiao went to the bed again and took a look: "..."
There was a lot of water just now, but Tan Yan still didn't wake up...
Tan Yan seemed to feel something, and frowned slightly, but still did not wake up.
Wu Qiao couldn't help thinking, as a general, how could he be so defenseless? Obviously already slept... fifteen hours.
Wu Qiao looked at the lunch box, but it was cleaned.
What Wu Qiao didn't know was that Tan Yan didn't sleep that long at all.
Lying in Wuqiao's quilt, smelling some residual smell, he only felt that his whole body was very hot, and his whole body was extremely strange. Even though his body was already very tired, his brain nerves were extremely excited, and he turned over and over under the quilt, constantly. It was almost noon before I fell asleep.
Seeing that Tan Yan was so tired, Wu Qiao couldn't bear to call him.
Wu Qiaozai carefully measured the bed, calculated for a long time, and finally felt that two people should be squeezed together.
So, don't call him, let him continue to sleep...
Thinking of this, Wu Qiao carefully climbed up from the other side of the bed.
As for the quilt, don't cover it.
Wu Qiao closed his eyes in the darkness.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the anxiety came again.
Don't think about your friends, divert your attention... Wu Qiao told himself: Think about other things, think about other things...
Just remember what the base looked like... that was the one he was most familiar with.
The base he was familiar with appeared in his mind—under the pale moonlight, the mounds on the base looked like graves made of white stones.
"...!" Wu Qiao opened his eyes wide, took deep breaths hard, kept a rhythm, and tried to calm down.
Wu Qiao felt a little desperate.
He doesn't know when he can get out of this state.
Wu Qiao remembers a theory that, in order to keep evolving, human happiness is very short-lived, but pain is eternal. No matter how good things happen, even if the slaves are freed, people's excitement can only last for a day, and then it fades away rapidly, and they will be sad because of other things. All over the place is indifferent. However, if a bad thing happens, it can make people suffer all day long, lasting for several years or even a lifetime.
Could it be... Is he going to be like this all the time? Can't he be the same man again
Wu Qiao remembered the person behind him, and turned his head to take a look.
Strangely, the fact that Tan Yan was here gave him a sense of security all of a sudden, and the agitation in his heart just now subsided a little bit.
He is a little greedy for the feeling of being dependent on another person.
Wu Qiao tried his best to restrain himself, and arranged his sleeping position again to prepare to fall asleep, but he was still uneasy when he closed his eyes again, and couldn't help but make sure that the person behind him was still there.
He adjusted his posture again, trying to be more comfortable, but it still didn't work. No matter what the posture is, as long as he closes his eyes, he will obviously feel lacking, always very wrong, and always unsatisfactory.
My heart is always empty, and I can't fill it no matter what. There is a kind of desire to scratch my heart and lungs.
"..." Wu Qiao gently lifted Tan Yan's quilt, moved towards Tan Yan secretly, and then covered himself with a small part of the quilt.
"..." They were in the same quilt, and there was some warmth from each other's body in the quilt. The heat enveloped him, and he really felt calmed down a lot.
But... still not enough...
Wu Qiao got together again, and his back slightly touched Tan Yan's back...
When he first posted it, Wu Qiao bounced off immediately, his heart was pounding, and he panicked. After a while, seeing that the other party didn't respond, he posted it again.
The two have a little contact, and it feels like there is nothing.
Feeling as if he still wanted more, Wu Qiao quietly squeezed at Tan Yan again.
This time, I could indeed clearly feel the outline of the other party—it seemed very wide and powerful. The warm feeling came through a layer of clothes, which made Wu Qiao's heart boil.
"..." In the end, they rubbed back a few times, almost to the point where they were so close together that they couldn't be separated, Wu Qiao finally closed his eyes, planning to really start falling asleep.
He clearly felt the other party's strength spread to his back, being pressed and pushed, and he was far from the panic at the beginning.
If you stick to it like this, you will know that he is by your side.
Just like last night, if you don't want to open your eyes, then touch each other.
"Hey..." Wu Qiao was about to go to sleep contentedly, but suddenly there was such a startling voice in the darkness, "If you squeeze again, I'm going to fall."
"...!" Wu Qiao's face was hot and red like a cooked shrimp. Even without touching it, he knew it was hot.
He wanted to run away immediately.
Tan Yan stopped him: "Afraid?"
"... a bit." Wu Qiao said truthfully.
"..."
"Sorry."
Unexpectedly, Tan Yan turned back and hugged him closer: "Go to sleep."
"… Oh."
Just leaning against it and feeling the temperature is really different.
Wu Qiao fell asleep quickly again.
It is still spring in the dream.
In the weather after the rain, there is the fragrance of cloves. A group of children are flying balloons, and the balloons are slowly rising into the sky, and everything is fine.
However, just when everyone was about to lose sight of the balloon, they saw a "snap", and the balloon burst suddenly, and the rising balloon turned into a pile of fragments, and everything came to an abrupt end at that moment.
Wu Qiao made a sudden movement, and immediately felt embraced by a pair of powerful arms.
The struggling gradually subsided, Wu Qiao didn't have any more nightmares this time, and spent a quiet night.
…
— Early the next morning, Tan Yan went to find Darrell.
The other party was extremely puzzled, but in the end he didn't dare to ask—Tan Yan said it was "personal reasons", it's better for him not to gossip.
Darrell first invited Tan Yan to visit the training of the soldiers.
During this process, Tan Yan discovered that his eyes had been focused on the same person, and he couldn't move away at all.
Then Darrell stopped training for half a day, and asked Tan Yan to share a few words of strategic and tactical experience for all the officers.
Everyone listened hard, but Tan Yan had too much brains, and no one in the entire base could understand what he said in a few words.
What A is equal to, B is equal to, C is equal to, ABC is calculated, and finally won, it is simply nonsense.
After Tan Yan finished speaking, he felt good about himself, ended it immediately, turned around and went out, leaving all the officers in the base to look at each other, and even Darrell frowned tightly.
"Did anyone understand? His few examples?" Finally, he asked.
There was a dead silence below.
"That..." Wu Qiao thought for a while, and then said, "I seem to understand..."
After thinking about it just now, Wu Qiao felt that he had figured it out.
Not because of his high military literacy, but because he knows Tan Yan better than others.
As early as when the mine star was mining, he had received a lot of "teaching" - at that time, he was taught how to manipulate the Crow Nine. Thinking about it now, Tan Yan must have been in quite a complicated mood at the time, because the Crow Nine was supposed to be Tan Yan's new mecha. At that time, Tan Yan flew to Mining Star just to test drive the Crow Nine, but he was attacked by the Republic halfway. Under the pressure of the situation, he was forced to hand over Crow Nine to Wu Qiao, who in his eyes was the number one trash in the interstellar world. Then, before the training course entrance exam, Tan Yan explained a lot of knowledge about attack and dodge to him because he was curious about how far he could do it. Thanks to those, he passed the exam successfully. And then... one or two months before the middle of the course, Tan Yan also taught him a lot of skills, although most of the training was done by instructors from other majors.
Tan Yan’s “lectures” really like to omit, and you need to rely on your own brain to connect two seemingly unrelated sentences, sometimes jump directly from cause to effect, and the step-by-step derivation process in the middle does not mention a word at all. , Others can't understand him and he thinks that others are too stupid.
However, now, Wu Qiao is used to it.
Hearing Wu Qiao's words, Darrell raised his eyebrows: "You understand?"
"That's right." Wu Qiao paused, and then began to explain, "For example, in this example, the idea here is actually to encircle the dots and then fight for aid..."
After speaking, Wu Qiao found that Darrell looked at him a little differently than usual.
"...?"
"Wu Qiao," Darrell said, "how long have you been the first officer?"
"Huh?" Wu Qiao was a little puzzled, "It's been four months."
"How many missions have you participated in?"
"Ten battles."
"In another two months, you can lead a small fleet by yourself. I have expectations for you."
"… yes!"
Wu Qiao was surprised. It is Wu Qiao's dream to lead a small fleet independently. His experience is actually much worse, but because of such an incident, Darrell wants to reuse him quickly.
After pondering with his head down, Wu Qiao asked again: "Do I need to go out and find the general to confirm?" To confirm that what he explained just now is correct.
"Also."
In the end, Wu Qiao's understanding was not wrong.
Wu Qiao could tell that Darrell was very happy that his so-called "military sense" was stronger than that of a veteran, and that he could quickly understand situations that none of them could understand. Darrell knew that Wu Qiao had a good theory in the training courses, and he scored very high in every strategy test, but there was no real opportunity for comparison, so he was very surprised by the fact that "a newcomer is the only one who understands" today . He thought, since Wu Qiao can understand, does this mean that Wu Qiao also has the talent of the general. As for the possibility that "Wu Qiao just knows Tan Yan better than them", he never thought about it.
Then, at night, after only two full days, Tan Yan had to leave, because there were many other things waiting for him to do, and he couldn't stay in a base for too long.
"Hello..." Tan Yan said during the routine farewell to Wu Qiao, "I'm going back."
"... Mmm." In fact, Wu Qiao was very reluctant. These two nights made him feel greedy. Although the other party didn't actually say many comforting words, just being there could calm his panic and anxiety a lot. However, he also understood that it was impossible for him to keep the other party from leaving.
Tan Yan sighed: "It's my limit to spend two days with you."
Wu Qiao avoided the other party's eyes looking at him: "... I know."
He thought: So, the other party really came for him? Because I said that I want to see him every day? Wu Qiao had a sense of unreality—Tan Yan was too kind to him, so good that he couldn't understand it, so good that it was hard to explain, so good that he was flustered.
Over there, Tan Yan said again: "You... don't think too much. Everything is in the past, and we can only look forward."
Wu Qiao said again: "... I know."
After these two days, his condition has improved a lot. Before Tan Yan arrived, it was really difficult for him to feel at ease, but at this moment, he understood more things.
Sadness is that although it is difficult, it will always pass.
He remembered that another theory is that people have a self-protection mechanism, no matter what kind of grief, it will not last forever. Even a mother who has lost a child must have a period of time in a day to temporarily forget the sadness, because other Things felt peaceful and even happy, although she would later feel guilty for the forgetfulness. During the two days that Tan Yan was here, Wu Qiao felt that he forgot more than before. It goes to show... everything can indeed be better.
He can't let the haze hang over him all the time, he still needs to move on.
"If you are really uncomfortable, you can contact me at any time. Just talk to me, and I will find a way."
"… Ok."
"Wu Qiao," Tan Yan stretched out his hand, forced Wu Qiao's face to look directly at him, "At the beginning, I felt powerless just like you, but now, this feeling of powerlessness is much less."
"..."
"So, please become stronger as soon as possible."
"...!" Wu Qiao's heart trembled suddenly, as if he had been hit hard. His eyes no longer dodged, he stared straight into the other person's eyes, and said in the firmest voice he could, "I will." It is true that strength is the most effective tool to protect others.
"That's good."
"… thank you."
Tan Yan sighed again, holding Wu Qiao's head with his hand, Wu Qiao fell into Tan Yan's arms, smelling the metal buttons on the other's collar again.
Tan Yan felt uncomfortable when he said this, because Wu Qiao was only 22 years old, and he was still the one who swore to protect him, but he could only let the other party become stronger by himself ruthlessly.
"Then," Tan Yan said to Wu Qiao after a while, "I'm leaving."
"..." Wu Qiao didn't speak.
He thought, if he doesn't speak, if he doesn't say yes, he can hug for a few more seconds. Although, the idea of delaying for a few seconds is really naive, but he just thinks that the other party can stay a little longer.
"Hey..." Tan Yan patted Wu Qiao's head, "I really have to leave."
"... Mmm." Wu Qiao sucked his nose hard, and then stood up straight again.
"Wu Qiao, I promise you." Tan Yan touched Wu Qiao's face, "I promise you, when the war is over, I will be by your side every day to make up for the separation during this time." That's right, a lifetime is still very long. Long, being by his side every day will definitely make up for it.
"... good." Wu Qiao thought: It sounds good to be able to see it every day.
"Okay?" Tan Yan shook his head and smiled wryly, "Do you know what this means? Just say yes?"
"...?" Wu Qiao really didn't understand this time.
"Being by your side every day means that you and I... will be together forever."
"Huh?" Wu Qiao said again, "Okay."
Tan Yan: "..."
"...?"
"I mean... a marriage relationship."
At the time of parting this time, Tan Yan suddenly expressed his thoughts, which even he himself hadn't thought of. Maybe the atmosphere was too good just now, maybe it has something to do with Sheng Chongguang's death-there will be an accident next time we meet, I really don't know which one will come first, if there is an opportunity to be together but give up, it may become his lifelong regret.
Wu Qiao was immediately stunned: "...!" Marriage? He never dared to think of such a thing. He likes to get along with each other, there is absolutely no doubt about it, but to go further... Wu Qiao never dared to think about it. Tan Yan was very kind to him, and Wu Qiao knew it all along, and he could feel it more and more in the future. However, he didn't have the guts to conjecture that "the admiral of the empire is secretly in love with me", besides, Tan Yan had already rejected him severely.
Wu Qiao's mind was buzzing, and he just asked mechanically, "Why... would you have... such a proposal?"
"..." Is this still a question? Tan Yan felt a little irritable. In fact, he discovered his heart quite early. When he saw Wu Qiao almost killed on the asteroid, even earlier than that, he already understood that Wu Qiao was different. He thought the other person was cute, different from everyone else, with a strange innocence. However, the real thought of marriage is a recent matter. For a while, he was always thinking about it, and was always thinking about how much time they would spend together in the future. He thought, the average life expectancy in the empire is 180 years old, and he is 32 this year, with 148 years left, and in the past six months... I haven't seen him once, and the time we spend together has decreased by 1/300... And this is just the beginning, As long as there are three, one percent of their days together will be lost, and then three more, and two percent will be lost. No matter how I think about it, I feel terrible. Two percent is enough for them to do many things together and make many memories. Thinking about such things, Tan Yan suddenly realized that he planned to spend his whole life.
However, facing Wu Qiao's questioning eyes now, he suddenly felt a little speechless in his confession.
He is the five-star general of the empire, he has created many myths, he is always in good spirits, and he is the person Wu Qiao admires in his heart. Wouldn't it be pitiful if you were rejected...? From then on, in front of Wu Qiao, he became a poor man, always asking for nothing. He has always been very proud, and this word has nothing to do with it.
"..."
"..." Wu Qiao didn't urge to ask, he just waited there, he didn't know what he wanted to hear.
So Tan Yan took a step back, made a compromise, and chose another statement: "That..."
"...?"
"You are the only one who matches me in the genetic matching."
"right."
"Didn't everyone say that the person who is genetically matched will be the most suitable?"
"… Ok."
"So I think... that..." Tan Yan finally said the proposal, "If we can't find anyone else, we two can try to get along—I don't hate you."
"..." Is that so? Wu Qiao thought: Tan Yan treats him very well because of this? Because I am his spouse candidate? This kind of "my genes must continue, since the matching person is the most helpful for this, then I will reluctantly make up for it" made Wu Qiao feel very uncomfortable, although he did not know why so disappointed.
After half a moment, Wu Qiao said in a low voice, "...I'm sorry."
"..." Sure enough, it was rejected...
After a pause, Wu Qiao said again, "Admiral... I still have fantasies about love."
"..."
"I... still want a soulmate who can live and die together."
"Oh, it's okay." The best time has passed, and there is no way to change his words now, Tan Yan's tone is pretending to be relaxed, "I just said it casually, and you are not suitable."
"... Mmm." Wu Qiao couldn't get any more excited.