When I brought my beta partner back from worshiping in the cemetery, our faces were very heavy.
Our youngest son pointed to the familiar face in the news, raised his childish face, and asked, "Dad, who is he?"
I felt a bit shy, and patted his head. He was too young to know the meaning of the word southbound in the entire Federation.
My partner coaxed the child to sleep, sat next to me, poured a glass of wine, looked at me and said, "Drink, I know you are uncomfortable."
I picked it up and took a sip, then suddenly recalled, and said, "You know? Although he looks tough, he actually holds less alcohol than me."
"He doesn't like xj's sportswear, he doesn't like clubbing, he doesn't like parties, he doesn't like sweets, he doesn't like... In his eyes, he probably only has his mecha..." and me.
My partner kissed my forehead and listened quietly.
Well, I got confused again, maybe Nanxing in the previous life did have eyes for me, but he is different in this life.
I never regret what I did next, because in my previous life, I had enough regret.
By now you probably understand that I'm a strangely lucky guy who has had two different lives.
The memory of Nanxing in my previous life has become very blurred, and more is occupied by another gorgeous face, but the scene of meeting him for the first time is still fresh in my memory.
Maybe it's fate, two rare Asians, one is gentle and talkative, the other is strong and reticent, they became roommates.
I still remember that he stretched out his hand, his expression and eyes were cold and indifferent, but it made my uneasy heart relax all of a sudden, and even revealed his true nature on the first day, and he didn't stop talking as soon as he entered the door.
He is expressionless most of the time, and occasionally he will show a slight smile when he is emotionally touched. Coupled with his face, he always makes me stunned by accident.
Smile more! How beautiful you look when you smile! I always say this to him, and then demonstratively grin, showing a big smile.
At this time, he would touch my hair helplessly, but he didn't speak, and of course he didn't smile.
I have always known what an excellent person Nan Xing is, and I have always understood how lucky I am to be his friend who treats me sincerely. Even when I realized that his kindness to me had exceeded the limit, I was terrified, but even more so. Most of them are faintly proud.
Look, you men who are so far away, in front of me, are so careful to please you, trying to suppress your own feelings...
Ha, so I used to say that I had no intention of having any intentions for my friend, but gloatingly watched him fall step by step, and felt guilty in my heart, but I deserved to enjoy the other party's efforts to prove myself and self-satisfaction, which is too ridiculous , too sad.
Perhaps the tears I shed until the moment when Nanxing died to save me on the battlefield were the real regrets.
Perhaps, meeting Pashas next and being teased and humiliated by him can be regarded as retribution.
Such me, He Dehe Neng, can actually have a second life.
My partner held my hand tightly and asked in a low voice, "Then, if he still likes you, why don't you try it with him?"
I chuckled lightly, took a sip of wine, a little bit bitter, but also a little bit relieved, and replied: "Because not only I have changed, but he has also changed."
He is no longer the Southbound I knew.
He became more outstanding, more dazzling, and even made me feel ashamed compared to the previous life.
Perhaps, in his eyes, I am not the Han Li he knew.
This way... It's also good for us.
I can single-mindedly pursue revenge, and he can also single-mindedly fight.
Unexpectedly, such an amazing and talented person would leave at such a young age, just like the former Kress, brave and fearless, for the sake of the people behind him, he used his life to resist the Zerg that came back.
Today is his 100th anniversary, except for the ignorant children, almost all the people in the interstellar are sincerely missing him.
I coughed, and my partner quickly patted my back and fed me a glass of water. I looked at the lines in the corners of her eyes, and suddenly felt a little emotional: "Oh, when I get old, I always like to think about the past."
"Where are you getting old?" She snorted, grabbed my hand and put it on her belly, letting me feel the life there, winking playfully, not like a middle-aged aunt, but rather girlish.
I smiled, hugged her into my arms, and felt the warm happiness of this moment carefully.