Duan Hengye opened the box involuntarily, and then took out the medal from inside. This medal made of an unknown material is only a little small, and it feels slightly cool when placed in the palm of the hand.
Meng Jinhuai's voice was not loud just now, and the head of the school standing opposite them only vaguely heard "Remember?". But the audience of the live channel was different. The floating camera, which was busy working around the two, had a powerful radio function, and Meng Jinhuai's words just now were recorded incomparably clearly.
Anyone who pays a little attention to the stories of Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai will know that the two met each other many years ago, and the Marshal has never forgotten them ever since. Suddenly I found out that there was a sequel to the romantic story of "love at first sight" back then, and even those who wanted to pay attention to the situation through the live broadcast forgot about the business.
The audience was itchy, and everyone was waiting for Duan Hengye's response. And the one who was more nervous than the audience... was Duan Hengye himself.
There is a small pin on the back of the medal, which is slightly pricked when placed on the hand. After getting it, Duan Hengye glanced at it and flipped the medal over. This was originally just an ordinary little action, but then, hundreds of millions of viewers across the universe saw... Duan Hengye's eyes suddenly widened, and the hand holding the medal also trembled slightly.
You must know that even at the juncture of life and death that day, Duan Hengye's expression management did not make any big mistakes.
"What's wrong?" Meng Jinhuai, who was standing aside, asked softly.
The man's questioning brought back Duan Hengye's thoughts that had already flown far away for a while, he slowly clenched the medal tightly, then took a steady breath and said, "It's nothing...Thank you..."
Duan Hengye could hear it as he spoke, his breathing was very unsteady. For the first time, Meng Jinhuai took a deep look at the other party. He did not smile at Duan Hengye like he used to, but nodded in an unusually flat manner.
The atmosphere is not right! Very wrong!
Duan Hengye's trembling feeling was too obvious when he spoke just now, but anyone who sees this picture can't ignore it. And the audience who are familiar with the way Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai get along with each other, they can see at a glance that the state of the two is very wrong.
Unfortunately, the event will not be broadcast live. The previous attack was considered a large-scale live broadcast accident on Star Network. After the incident, the Marshal's Mansion and the Empire contacted the live broadcast director at that time. The media who were beaten by the upper echelons of the empire just now because of the live broadcast accident are naturally not stupid. After seeing the two people's expressions wrong, they smelled a different atmosphere and stopped the live broadcast.
Although the ratings are important, they are not as good as live broadcast qualifications...
The people watching the live broadcast only found that the countdown to the live broadcast in the corner of the light screen was obviously more than ten minutes away, but the picture was cut off here.
So what's going on with the two people's anomalies? The more things you can't see, the more curious you are. When the live broadcast signal of Star Network was cut off "due to a malfunction", the discussion area exploded instantly.
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At this time, on the Tize Star, the head of the school who also felt the strange and angry atmosphere between the marshals and the husband did not dare to come up with one.
While the people around were nervously waiting for Meng Jinhuai's reaction, the Marshal didn't say anything. He walked towards the building according to the original procedure, while Duan Hengye, who was standing beside Meng Jinhuai, paused for a moment, then slowly clenched the medal in his hand and released it again.
The irregular shape of this medal left obvious red marks on Duan Hengye's palm, and he looked down again. I saw a small Chinese character engraved on the back of this medal.
If you look a little closer, you can recognize that the word is "Heng".
The point is - the word "Heng" is not an ordinary print! It was... Duan Hengye's own handwriting.
The moment he saw it, a chill suddenly spread from the palm of his hand to Duan Hengye's body. In the last life, Duan Hengye was born in a family of ancient martial arts, and his calligraphy was from elementary school to high school. After more than 20 years, Duan Hengye has already practiced the font with a strong personal style.
Although the word "Heng" is not uncommon, it definitely cannot be said to be common. If Duan Hengye's memory was correct, he should never have written this word anywhere since he traveled to this world.
So why did his own words appear on a medal given to Meng Jinhuai by the original owner more than ten years ago
Duan Hengye couldn't figure it out anyway.
Duan Hengye was obviously absent-minded from the moment he got the medal. He put the box originally used for the medal in his pocket, still holding it tightly in the palm of his hand. Because of too much force, after a while, Duan Hengye's palm was pierced with a circle of blue marks.
At this time, the two had entered the school's history room. Duan Hengye saw that the person in charge was saying something, but he didn't hear anything in his ears. At this moment, Meng Jinhuai, who had been listening carefully, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Duan Hengye.
Duan Hengye's distraction was too obvious, and it was difficult for the staff in charge of reception to not notice. However, due to the identity of the other party and the strange aura between him and Meng Jinhuai, several people should not be able to see it. Seeing Meng Jinhuai stop now, the staff member who was explaining immediately stopped what he was saying, then glanced at his colleague and took two steps back silently.
Unexpectedly, the terrible scene they imagined did not appear.
Meng Jinhuai turned around and sighed softly at Duan Hengye, then he took two steps forward and stood opposite Duan Hengye. The distance was too close, and the god Duan Hengye flew to the side was dragged back.
Before he could say anything, he saw the Marshal Lord slowly hold Duan Hengye's hand that was holding the medal tightly, and then pulled it up.
Meng Jinhuai's palms were dry and warm, in stark contrast to Duan Hengye's icy body temperature. "Be careful with your hands." The Marshal's tone was still the same as before. After hearing his words, Duan Hengye's fingers clenching the medal could not help but relax a little. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Meng Jinhuai gently pulled up his fingers, and then took out the medal.
"The palm of my hand is already green." Meng Jinhuai glanced at it and said, "Remember to deal with it later." Then he handed the medal back to Duan Hengye.
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The visit continues, but the amazing thing is that since Meng Jinhuai took the medal out of Duan Hengye's palm, he finally came out of the state of mind wandering just now. Duan Hengye slowly put the medal and the box back into his pocket, only at this time did he realize that he had indeed gripped it too tightly. When the attention returned, the soreness in the palm of the hand came out one after another.
Duan Hengye couldn't help but "his" in a low voice, and then quickly followed the visiting team.
The scale of this school history museum is not large, and there are not many high-tech products in it, but in the eyes of Duan Hengye, a traveler, it is full of magic. In the space of 300 to 400 square meters, there are three-dimensional dynamic pictures recording the history of the place. It really feels like being in the scene when you travel through it.
Seeing Professor Duan's return to his state, the staff who were supposed to explain him finally breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to introduce him one by one. Duan Hengye was very interested in interstellar history, but due to the serious lack of the original owner's basic education, Duan Hengye did not know much of the content that was considered "common sense" by others.
Although it looked like it was not easy to get in touch with, but after talking for a while, the staff gradually discovered that Duan Hengye was not as cold as he looked. On the contrary, he seems to have great curiosity about many things.
This staff member has always admired Professor Duan, and seeing his work enthusiasm is even more full. Even when Meng Jinhuai was chatting with the person in charge, the staff member who was explaining to Duan Hengye suddenly suggested that he wanted to look back.
From the moment he entered the hall, Duan Hengye was distracted. The staff guessed that Duan Hengye might not have seen the exhibits at the door clearly because he kept his head down.
After hearing this proposal, Duan Hengye thought for a while, then nodded and followed the other party back.
The pavilion is not large, but after a while, the two returned to the entrance. Seeing the number representing the year hanging in front of him, Duan Hengye immediately understood that the content displayed in the exhibition area in front of him focused on the years before the end of the Star Wars.
For some reason, Duan Hengye was a little sensitive to this year.
The highly motivated lecturer did not notice that Duan Hengye's eyebrows slightly wrinkled.
"...Tizhexing has a very close relationship with Lord Marshal. Lord Marshal's parents have been fighting for many years to take back Tizhe." He began to seriously introduce the photos here.
Because he was far away from the crowd, only the voice of the staff kept echoing in Heng Ye's ears at this time. On the black corridor, Tizexing's dynamic photos of that year flashed in front of Duan Hengye one by one. Seeing the constant changes in the timeline, Duan Hengye's mood suddenly became tense again for no reason.
The staff member walking in front stopped, he smiled and said to Duan Hengye: "Master Marshal lived on the Tize Star for a long time when he was a child, and the medal in your hand is that he was not careful at that time. left here."
After the staff's voice fell, the dark corridor in front of Duan Hengye became bright again, and a photo appeared in front of him.
The background of this photo is the white building where Duan Hengye is now, probably because of the chaos of war when the photo was taken. There are more than a dozen black mechas parked next to this building.
Slowly, the camera continues to move forward. Duan Hengye saw a boy in a black military uniform standing under one of the mechas. Although there is still a youthful air between his eyebrows and eyes that cannot be ignored, the young man's body can already see a bit of his present demeanor.
"Professor Duan, I believe you have recognized it. The one in the photo is the Marshal..." The staff stepped forward and introduced him.