In the room, Qi Yan still lowered his head and wrote seriously. He looked focused, his straight and dense eyelashes drooped, his fingers holding the pen were bent, and even the nails were trimmed neatly.
Lu Fenghan looked at it for two seconds and then stopped looking. He stood against the wall and took a look at the interior furnishings in a blink of an eye.
The furniture in black, white and grey is so simple that there is nothing much to see. What is worth noting is that, in addition to the treatment cabin placed safely on the side, there is a bookshelf covering the entire wall, which is full to the brim with colorful book spines.
Lu Fenghan felt strange.
The ephemeris has been around for two hundred years, and paper books are primitive and very expensive, and some people may never see one in their lifetime.
Here, there is a whole shelf filled with books, and there are obvious signs of them being flipped through.
Living such a retro life
Just as he was thinking about it, the "tap tap" sound of fingers tapping on the table attracted Lu Fenghan's attention.
Qi Yan waited for Lu Fenghan to look over, then handed him the white paper filled with words: "Take a look."
"So, it was written for me?" Lu Fenghan took two steps closer, reached out and took it casually, and the elegant handwriting came into his eyes.
"Treatment expense list, total operation time of the treatment chamber, 84 hours, total cost, 7,870,000 star coins; discounted consumption of repair fluid, a total of 1,620,000 star coins; discounted consumption of treatment chamber, a total of 800,000 star coins; discounted consumption of energy, a total of 5,000 star coins."
After listening to Lu Fenghan's recitation, Qi Yan pointed at Lu Fenghan's waist and abdomen with the pen in his hand and concluded: "It will be very expensive to cure your injury."
Lu Fenghan thought to himself, I see, it is indeed very expensive. The total of these numbers is 10 million star coins.
Running his finger across his chin, Lu Fenghan recalled the balance in his account—perhaps enough to pay... the change
Fortunately, he saw the bill only after he was cured, otherwise, Lu Fenghan didn’t think he had the courage to lie in the treatment cabin.
Qi Yan saw that he had stopped and reminded him, "Keep reading."
"Contract? ... Starting from July 29, 216, Party B will protect Party A's personal safety at any time and in any place. ... The term is two years. After the expiration, the contract will be terminated. Salary, 10,295,000 star coins."
After reading it, Lu Fenghan raised his lips and smiled: "Protect your personal safety? How do you know that I am suitable?"
Qi Yan raised his thin eyelids and asked, "What do you think is wrong with you?"
Lu Fenghan found it quite interesting to chat with this kid. For example, now, although he was the one asking the question, the question was thrown back to him neatly.
He bent his fingers and flicked them on the paper, making a crisp "pop" sound. "Let me put it this way, kid. Regardless of whether I am trustworthy or not, this contract alone is unfair to you. Ten million star coins for two years. With this money, you can hire a team of top bodyguards in the alliance. Ten people in a team, rotating every day, surrounding you 360 degrees, isn't it more interesting than facing me alone?"
"I think it's interesting. And I have money." Qi Yan was brief and to the point, and was obviously not interested in Lu Fenghan's suggestion of "hiring a group of bodyguards and seeing different faces every day."
Lu Fenghan thought to himself, a little silly, obviously he had never been beaten by bad guys. But he chose me - his vision is not bad, not too bad.
He picked out a sentence from the contract: "'Anytime, anywhere', can you explain this sentence?"
This sentence didn't seem wrong in the context. But when it was read out alone, it had an extra layer of ambiguity. However, Lu Fenghan looked at Qi Yan's beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and secretly sighed that he was indeed polluted by his subordinates, and his mind was full of garbage.
After all, if that is the intention, it is unclear who will suffer more.
Qi Yan cooperated very well: "It means that you must stay by my side to protect me at all times and in all places." After a two-second pause, he further explained, "My situation is very dangerous."
Lu Fenghan raised his eyebrows: "What level of danger?"
Qi Yan thought about it carefully and gave a definition: "The degree to which one could die at any time."
Having said that, there is no sense of urgency at all.
Like a joke made by an ignorant teenager.
Lu Fenghan's eyes were like deep pools. He did not comment on Qi Yan's answer, but confirmed: "Two years?"
Qi Yan was silent for a few seconds, then nodded as if to confirm something: "Yes, it will only take two years."
After he finished answering, he realized that the pen in his hand was taken away by Lu Fenghan. The tip of the pen rubbed against the paper. The man signed his name "swish" and handed the paper and pen back, raising his eyebrows: "It's your turn."
Qi Yan took it, and the three words "Lu Fenghan" were added to the blank space on Party B. The handwriting of this man was exactly the same as his own, with heavy horizontal and vertical strokes, wild left and right strokes, and an intimidating sharpness between the iron-stroke and silver-hooked strokes.
He wrote his name behind Party A stroke by stroke, looking serious, even a little too cautious.
Lu Fenghan stood beside him and looked down at him writing: "Qi Yan? Your last name is not common. What is your relationship with the Qi family of Leto?"
Qi Yan carefully folded the white paper in half and put it carefully into a password box, while answering Lu Fenghan's question: "Qi Wenshao is my father."
Having a rough idea of Qi Yan's identity, Lu Fenghan quickly got into character and asked, "So what are we going to do now? Do you have any plans?"
Qi Yan was not used to having another person around him, so he followed his own schedule: "From now on, I will read for three hours and will not go out. You can do whatever you want at home."
Seeing Qi Yan sitting down behind the large desk, opening the reader, and reading quickly page by page, Lu Fenghan did not leave, but sat on the sofa, conscientiously fulfilling the "anytime, anywhere" in the contract.
It was bright outside, with occasional sounds of wind and cruise aircraft taking off and landing. Suddenly, the violent explosion that destroyed the starship array, the countless light spots that disappeared from the radar display, the piercing wounds on his waist and abdomen, and even the embarrassment of traveling countless light years from the front line and quietly returning to Leto, all became his own imagination.
At this moment, Qi Yan, who was performing complicated calculations, stopped writing and looked at Lu Fenghan who was sitting next to him as if he had realized something.
The other person sat in a casual posture, with his eyes downcast and a blank expression on his face. It was unknown what he was thinking, but the air in the room became stagnant and heavy, centered around him.
Qi Yan withdrew his gaze.
After an hour, Qi Yan put down his pen, stood up, stepped on the carpet, walked silently in front of Lu Fenghan, and stood still.
Although the treatment cabin can quickly repair wounds, the injuries suffered are not without impact on the body. For example, now, Lu Fenghan's lips are pale, and he is sleepy. He has fallen asleep leaning against the sofa, and even his alertness has fallen asleep.
Without that cold and intimidating gaze and the natural oppressive aura, Qi Yan's gaze became wanton.
His eyebrows were deep and sharp, his nose was straight, and his jawline was cold and sharp. When he was awake, he always spoke with a careless and lazy tone, but now that he was asleep, his lips were very tight, showing a sharp aura like a knife.
Qi Yan raised his hand and leaned closer. With the tip of his index finger half a palm away, he slowly traced in the air along the brow bone, the corners of the eyes, the bridge of the nose, and the corners of the lips.
His usual cold mood was broken, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and a cluster of light seemed to gather in his eyes.
Qi Yan didn't notice that Lu Fenghan's fingers hidden at his sides tightened instantly when he approached, and then slowly relaxed as he traced.
She was sure that Lu Fenghan was sleeping soundly and would not wake up in the short time. Qi Yan hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and quietly nestled into the sofa. Within the range of Lu Fenghan's breath, she took a long and greedy breath, hugged her knees, curled up, relaxed her brows, and closed her eyes.
Twenty minutes later, the breathing of the people around him became steady. Lu Fenghan opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Qi Yan.
He had a hunch that the other party had other intentions, but he couldn't see it clearly for the time being.
However, Lu Fenghan pulled up a smile at the corner of his lips - there would always be clues at the beginning of the game.
When Lu Fenghan woke up, he subconsciously touched the wound - although the wound had healed and the muscles on his waist and abdomen were smooth, there was still a dull pain.
The space behind the desk was empty. His protector had gone somewhere unknown. Lu Fenghan stood up and walked out. As he walked down the stairs, he heard a news report:
"…According to the latest news from the Alliance military, since the expeditionary force suffered a major defeat on July 22, 216, the remaining troops of the expeditionary force have been confronting the rebel interstellar fleet on the front line of the Southern Cross Region for several days, and the battle is stalemate…"
Hearing this, Lu Fenghan paused for a moment, but soon returned to normal.
In the kitchen.
Qi Yan picked out a red mist fruit from the fresh fruits that had just been delivered.
The personal terminal on his wrist rang. Qi Yan glanced at the terminal number displayed on the screen and pressed the answer button.
After a moment of silence, the other party spoke first. It was a middle-aged man who said, "You arrived in Leto three days ago. Why don't you go home?"
Qi Yan looked at the fog fruit in his hand. The skin was very thick. He thought about it, found a fruit knife, and began to peel it clumsily but patiently.
There was a faint sound of footsteps coming down the stairs outside, and Lu Fenghan woke up.
The person who was talking gradually lost his patience. "You didn't live at home for more than ten years. Why, now that you're back in Leto, you don't even bother to live at home? Do you really have me as your father? And,"
The harshness in his words faded, and he said proudly, "Your brother was admitted to Turan College. You may not know that Turan is the best school in Leto, and his grades have always been very good. I am planning to hold a celebration banquet in the next few days. Since you are back, remember to attend and celebrate for your brother."
After waiting for half a minute and not getting any response from Qi Yan, Qi Wenshao became stern again, "Why, you're not talking again?"
Qi Yan thought for a few seconds and said calmly: "There is nothing much to say to you." His voice was cold.
Not sure what nerve he touched, Qi Wenshao scolded, "You are just like your mother, both are monsters!"
At the same time, Qi Yan's hand trembled, and the knife cut his finger. The pain passed through the nerves and snaked to the heart.
Two drops of blood dripped onto the ground.
The call was disconnected.
Qi Yan stared at the wound on his finger, a little absent-minded.
A monster like mom
Until the footsteps outside gradually approached.
Putting down the fruit knife and the red mist fruit, Qi Yan turned around and went to find Lu Fenghan.
In the news footage, a military spokesman in uniform was being interviewed by a reporter. When asked about the rebels, the spokesman said solemnly, "Two days ago, the rebel sniper target rankings were updated again, and the list was posted all over the Internet. This is a continuous provocation to the alliance! The military vows to ensure the safety of the target personnel and block the rebels' sinister plot..."
Seeing Qi Yan coming out of the kitchen, Lu Fenghan raised his eyebrows: "What were you doing just now?"
"I'm hurt."
Lu Fenghan frowned instantly.
Coming down from upstairs, he found no signs of a fight, nor heard any other noise except the sound of running water. He was standing only a few steps away from the kitchen, and he didn't believe that someone could attack Qi Yan right under his nose.
He is not that incompetent.
"Who hurt you?"
Qi Yan handed the injured finger to Lu Fenghan and stated the fact: "I was cutting fruit with a fruit knife and it needs to be bandaged."
"Peeling fruit? Why not use a household robot?" Lu Fenghan asked casually, frowning as he looked at the hand that Qi Yan extended to him.
The hands were very beautiful, like the art sculptures that Lu Fenghan had seen when he was in school. The joints were well-proportioned and white as frost. On the slender fingertips, there was a tiny bloody wound that was inexplicably red and dazzling.
Lu Fenghan hesitated for a long time and asked uncertainly: "Bandage what?"
Qi Yan was surprised: "It's bleeding, it needs to be bandaged."
Lu Fenghan finally understood and expressed doubts about what Qi Yan had said before, that he could die at any time.
Bleeding wounds needed bandaging, he knew.
But, can this be called an injury? If I blink again, it will heal!
Seeing Qi Yan looking at him eagerly, Lu Fenghan compromised when he remembered the contract he had just signed, with an annual salary of 5 million star coins: "Where are the medicine and bandages?"
Qi Yan: "That cabinet, the third drawer on the right."
Getting medicine was originally the job of a household robot. Qi Yan didn't seem to like using robots. It happened that Lu Fenghan had been on the front line for many years, floating in space with the starship. He didn't have such good benefits, so he was assigned a household robot and was used to doing everything by himself.
There were all kinds of medicines in the drawer, including commonly used and uncommon ones, and even some medicines for near-death rescue. In addition, there was a treatment cabin in the upstairs bedroom. Lu Fenghan thought that even if this person was as fragile as a piece of merchandise, he should be able to live safely.
It's too precious.
After spraying a thick layer of healing gel on Qi Yan's wound, Lu Fenghan showed 100% patience and wrapped Qi Yan's fingers with several rounds of white bandages.
While wrapping the wound, he despised himself at the same time, for he had actually bowed to the heretical forces that used gel and bandages for even a mosquito bite!
Finally, tie a beautiful standard bow.
Lu Fenghan admired the fruits of his labor and asked, "How is it?"
Qi Yan pulled back her fingers and carefully examined the small white bow on her fingertips. She looked at it over and over again: "It looks good."
"You have good taste." After praising him, Lu Fenghan twisted his fingertips unconsciously, and couldn't help but recall the feeling of pinching Qi Yan's fingers just now.
Very thin, smooth and a little soft.
Different from the rough, lightly calloused hands of everyone he knew.