At the metal round table in the lounge area, Qi Yan was holding a cup of water and looking out the porthole, clearly in a trance.
"Qi Yan, what are you looking at?" Ye Pei supported his hands on the table, leaned over, and looked out in the direction of Qi Yan's sight, only to see pitch black.
Today, the technical department was able to take a three-hour holiday for the first time, and Chagall was also able to spare two hours. The three of them hit it off immediately, and with the help of Qi Yan, they were able to get together for a rare occasion.
"I'm looking at the moon," Qi Yan came back to his senses and pointed in a direction. "We are now passing through the Conch Cluster. The one with the ochre-red surface over there is a habitable planet with a satellite. From the ground of the ochre-red planet, the satellite looks very similar to Leto's Moon One," he paused slightly, "the moonlight is beautiful in both cases."
Qi Yan said the word "moonlight" very lightly.
However, this detail was not noticed by anyone - Ye Pei, Mondrian and Chagall were all attracted by the moonlight in the prayer that was similar to Leto's.
Several people spontaneously looked through the porthole to observe the distant and inconspicuous satellite.
It's as if you can see Leto's moon through that satellite.
There were starships moving at a constant speed on both sides of the command ship. Several people sat back in their original seats. Ye Pei propped up his chin and said, "By the way, do you have this feeling? The command ship is a huge whale. The whales are migrating far away in the deep sea, and we are in the belly of the whale! Isn't it romantic?"
Chagall was drinking the juice in front of him and shook his head: "I think the command ship is a huge artillery/platform, and the fleet next to it is other artillery/platforms, and everyone together forms a pile of artillery/platforms!"
Ye Pei rolled his eyes slightly: "Major Chagall, your mind is full of guns and cannons, you will never have a love relationship in the future!"
"I am inconspicuous among the huge number of single men in the expeditionary army!" Chagall smiled brightly, showing his white teeth, and scratched the back of his head, "I'm surprised that you found out that I'm already a major!"
He turned sideways and deliberately showed the star on his shoulder strap. "I was promoted a few days ago. I got promoted because of my military merits in several battles. Among all of you present here, I have the highest rank!"
Mondrian cooperated: "Yes, sir."
Chagall was very proud: "When I accumulate more military merits, I should be able to be promoted to lieutenant colonel in the end."
Ye Pei bit the straw: "Finally?"
"There are not many battles left to fight," Chagall counted on his fingers, "The rebel army has a total of twelve legions. Now the fifth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth legions have all been destroyed. Only the first, second, third, fourth, and sixth legions are still resisting. But according to the current momentum of the expeditionary force, two battles, or at most three, will be enough to destroy them, and we can directly drive the command ship into the divine palace where the rebel wise men live!"
He pretended to sigh, "So, there aren't many opportunities left for me to get promoted!"
After listening to this, Mondrian suddenly said: "It's like a dream."
"Yes," Chagall swallowed the juice, and the muscles on his neck and arms tightened. "On the founding day, bombs fell into Leto like comets. In the panic, who would have thought that not long after, I, a captain of an expeditionary destroyer, no, a major, would already be thinking about how to command the ship to enter the Divine Palace?"
He scratched his hair again, thought hard for a while, and asked Qi Yan, "What did I say when I was in your hovercraft?"
Qi Yan answered without thinking: "If Leto gives up like this, what will the alliance do?"
"Yes! That's what I mean! I understand now. What should the Alliance do? There's no need to think! The Alliance must take back everything that was stolen!" Chagall's blood boiled instantly. He slapped the table and was about to continue to explain his thoughts when he suddenly heard a question from the side:
"What are you robbing?"
Chagall turned his head and was stunned for three seconds. Then he stood up with his head held high and chest puffed out. He placed his red palms across his eyebrows and said, "Good command!"
The ending is neat.
Ye Pei and Mondrian also stood up and saluted: "Good command!"
"Good afternoon." Lu Fenghan replied with his hand naturally placed on Qi Yan's shoulder.
Glancing at Lu Fenghan's actions, Chagall's eyes widened and he spoke with some hesitation, "Who ordered you to come here?"
"Come and pick up Qi Yan." His eyes fell on the seated Qi Yan, and Lu Fenghan's voice slowed down by two degrees, "It's three o'clock, are we going over now?"
When Qi Yan and Lu Fenghan walked out together, Chagall couldn't help but stare at their backs. When he saw Lu Fenghan take off his coat and put it on Qi Yan's shoulders, and the silver star on the epaulette flashed by, he couldn't help but whispered, "It's over, it's over. A senior I met in the destroyer sequence, named Calvin, is said to have used two-thirds of the money in his account to bet."
The gambling game within the expeditionary army was an open secret. Ye Pei was curious: "Which side did he bet on?"
Chagall looked sympathetic: "I bet the conductor won't be able to fire his first shot before he's thirty."
Ye Pei patted Chagall on the shoulder and said, "It seems that we can only rely on you to save more star coins, and when your senior is about to starve to death, you can be kind enough to help him."
When I returned to the command room, a treatment robot was already on standby. On the lit virtual screen, a video dialog box was connected, and I could see Elisa busy in the laboratory.
Qi Yan noticed at a glance: "Why are you wearing a pair of glasses?"
Eliza raised her head and adjusted the frame of her glasses uncomfortably. "This is the new trend in the White Tower. I don't know who started this retro decoration. Now, whether it's Professor Anderson who is 95 years old or those who are a few years older than you, everyone has a pair of glasses. Maybe this makes everyone look very knowledgeable."
She pinched her sore neck and got to the point: "When was the last time you took medicine?"
"Fifteen days ago," Qi Yan remembered clearly, "I have been very stable recently. Although my memory is still confused, negative emotions rarely appear anymore."
Hearing this answer, Eliza on the screen glanced at Lu Fenghan.
"So I decided on my own that I don't need a lot of drugs to reduce the impact of negative emotions for the time being." Qi Yan's tone was obviously relaxed when he said this.
"Of course, no one knows you better than you do." Eliza smiled with relief, "However, you have been taking this medicine for almost ten years. To be on the safe side, you can take it three times every two months for the next six months, and then stop taking it completely."
Qi Yan had no objection: "Okay, I'll remember it."
"Also, without the effects of the drugs, your pain perception will gradually return to normal, but your tolerance threshold will still be lower than that of ordinary people." Eliza's eyes were gentle, "I'm very happy."
After the video call was hung up, Qi Yan stood there for a while.
He thought, he was also very happy, all those fears, anxieties and self-doubts were far away.
At this time, Lu Fenghan hugged him from behind and kissed his earlobe. The person behind him whispered, "I remember the first time I accompanied you to Turan, we encountered an explosion. Later, I asked you if you were injured anywhere, and you said yes, your earlobe was pricked by a grass tip."
When Lu Fenghan mentioned this, his chest trembled slightly, and he laughed, "I was wondering where this little squeamish thing came from, so I had to blow it for you."
Qi Yan remembered this memory very clearly, and could even recall the stinging pain in his left earlobe. Just as he was about to protest, he suddenly felt his earlobe being lightly bitten.
Qi Yan's breathing immediately trembled.
As if bewitched, Lu Fenghan followed Qi Yan's earlobe all the way down, kissing from the side of her neck to her Adam's apple. The delicate collarbone was like a wonderful art design that easily captured his attention.
Qi Yan noticed that Lu Fenghan's chest was gradually getting hot, and the sound of his heartbeat was right on his back. His fingertips felt like an electric current passing through, giving him a tingling sensation.
As the kiss deepened, Lu Fenghan easily lifted Qi Yan with his thin arms, put her on the conference table in two steps, and kissed her cold lips head-on. At the same time, he placed one hand on Qi Yan's ear, and this simple little action revealed a kind of forbearance and cherishment.
The virtual screen with a star map in the conference room and the distant stars reflected outside the porthole were all sucked into the vortex at this moment and drawn into the vast sea of stars.
"Yanyan..."
Lu Fenghan pressed his lips against Qi Yan's. His voice was hoarse and soft, wrapped in a layer of breath, and seemed to contain blushing and heart-pounding male hormones.
Qi Yan's internal organs were filled with Lu Fenghan's unique aura, even his bone marrow was permeated inch by inch, and everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.
He responded a few seconds later: "Hmm?"
"When did you fall in love with me, huh?" As if confirming the exclusive possession of him.
This question was too difficult. Qi Yan half-opened his eyes and said, "I don't... know." After thinking for a few seconds, his voice became hoarse, and his lips were red from being kissed. "It seems that I just woke up one morning and I have already fallen in love with the general."