The afternoon sun is beautiful, shining through the transparent glass into the house, it is not unbearably hot, but the light falls gently on the palm of the hand, just like the sweet orange juice in the glass, with a sense of life jumping. Ryan, Connor, and Fan Luting were sitting around the small white round table by the window. Fan Luting nervously stared at the big-leaved green radishes placed on the window sill. The hanging vines were covered with green and fat leaves. The sunlight moves smoothly on the leaves, as if reflecting the vitality of life.
"Where are you, Fan Luting, from the Storm Star Region? Are you far away?" Always find something to talk about, otherwise the three of them would sit in silence and waste a peaceful and comfortable afternoon. Ryan asked about Fan Luting's In his hometown, when he knew that Fan Luting was from Storm Starfield, he thought it was a coincidence that everyone was from his hometown when he was away from home.
"My family is Bayland."
Bayland is a second-class planet northeast of Newnes, the first star in the Storm Star Field, and it is exactly a week's journey away from Newnes. The weather in the Storm Star Field is generally cold. The entire planet like E69 has few distinct seasons. Bayland is not one of them. It is a relatively cold existence. According to Ryan, the ice sculpture exhibition there is very famous, and several figures have been exhibited in the whole empire. Well-known sculptor.
Fan Lunting was rarely reticent, and he almost answered every question Ryan asked. The dry conversation lasted for ten minutes. Ryan took a sip of orange juice, and his mouth was dry. "I don't stay at home with my parents during the holidays, do they have any objections?"
"My brother has a child. It's too late for them to take care of me. They can't take care of me for the time being..." Before he finished complaining, Fan Lunting suddenly stopped, closed his mouth and looked at Ryan helplessly. He was about to lose his grip. Set up a calm and stable person who lives in his own hard work. Seeing Ryan and Connor looking at him, as if waiting for the next one, Fan Lunting mouthed bitterly, and forced himself to say restrainedly: "I am 28 years old, and my parents think that I have reached the age of marriage, and I don't want to be genetically fit If you want to marry someone you don’t know, find someone you like as soon as possible.”
Connor nodded, "There are too many restrictions on suitable marriage. It guarantees eugenics and eugenics, but treats the free people as a reproductive machine for the empire. We are humans and not animals, and we breed randomly." He tapped Ryan with his chin, "Not every day Everyone is as lucky as this guy."
Most of the genetic adaptations are casual, just like the blind date for getting married in the ancient earth period, just what to do when the time comes.
Everyone in Ryan's family is very good. My aunt married my uncle through adaptation and lived happily. Lane found Alston, and life was good. Connor didn't consider himself lucky that his mom hadn't found a good one.
"It's very important to find someone you like before genetic adaptation. Don't waste the opportunity." Connor said sincerely.
Fan Lunting nodded seriously, "Well, the Great God is right."
"Don't call me a master." Connor chuckled, "That's everyone's absurd praise, just call me Connor."
Fan Lunting blushed a little, and hurriedly lowered his head to hide his emotions, "Yeah." He suddenly thought of something, and lifted the suitcase at his feet and put it on his lap. The solemn and serious appearance gave Connor the illusion that he almost Thinking it was some door-to-door salesman about to pull the company's product out of the suitcase. Fan Luanting opened the box, took out a book from it, and pushed it in front of Connor, "I like this book very much, can you sign it for me?"
The name of the book is "Birds of Paradise". The pages are slightly curled, and the cover is old but well preserved. Obviously, it is often read and cherished by readers. Ryan knows that this is the beginning of his cousin Connor's fame. It tells the story of two young people who are looking for love and accidentally reach the age of matching. The first time they meet in the matching center is not the beginning of love, but is the beginning of bitterness.
Whether the genes are suitable for the person they like, they are destined to miss it.
In each other's ordinary or unfortunate marriages, they took a brave step, began secretly dating, having sex, and finally eloped to a distant place.
When the police appeared at the door of E69, Ryan realized that his cousin was so bold, publishing such a novel openly challenged genetic adaptation.
Connor was just taken away for questioning. He didn't suffer any pain, and he wasn't banned from continuing to write novels, but he couldn't continue to publish novels that provoke the contemporary system. Even so, "Birds of Paradise" made the cousin famous and has more and more fans.
"It turned out to be this book." Connor stroked the frosted cover, his expression moved slightly, and he said faintly as if recalling: "Now it's hard to buy in bookstores or online."
"I got it early." Fan Luting saw it at a second-hand book stand, and since then he fell in love with Connor's writing irresistibly, and became a loyal fan through and through.
Connor picked up the pen, opened the cover and prepared to sign the title page, before he wrote, he asked, "What do you want to write?"
"Just write, for the best fan, Fan Luting." He wanted something more extreme, such as dear, favorite...even if it was cute, but in the end, for the sake of personality, he could only reluctantly part with it and chose the best one. T^T.
Seeing the interaction between Connor and Fan Luting, Ryan felt that sitting here was superfluous. He thought that the upstairs just brought tea up, and entertaining guests was too monotonous, so why don't he bring some fruit juice up? Paired with the slightly burnt almond finger biscuits made by my mother, it is a good afternoon tea.
Just do it, Ryan stood up and went to the kitchen to open another big orange. His departure did not attract the attention of Connor and Fan Luting, they had already started discussing the plot of the novel, forming their own space.
The oranges are opened, stirred into juice, and poured into a glass with crushed ice. There is a small bamboo basket next to the glass. Inside the basket are small and cute finger biscuits. The surface of the caramel-colored biscuits is dotted with sliced almonds.
Upstairs in the study room, Auston and Admiral Tolkien didn't get along well. After all, they were old acquaintances of Auston's father for many years. Admiral Tolkien looked at Auston as if he were his own child. His eyes swept over Oston's finger, and a simple ring on his finger caught his attention, "Is this the ring made of mithril?" Mithril will only look different in the sun, Without sunlight, it looks like an inconspicuous piece of metal.
"No, it's an old ring," Auston said.
Tolkien suddenly realized, "He gave it to you, so you have to get a piece of mithril to make a ring for him. I was a little worried when I knew you were married, but now that you are doing well, I feel relieved." Stone's character, if the marriage is unhappy, he will not bother with those thoughts.
Auston said: "Thank you uncle for your concern. He is fine. I am very lucky to be with him."
Tolkien shook his head with a smile, "You, as always, don't know how to express your feelings. The wounds on your body..." Mentioning this topic made his heart sink. During the military exercises at Alpha Base, Auston He was injured by a sneak attack, the wound was on his waist, and others thought it was just a small wound, but he later found out that the dagger contained the toxin of the Zerg mother insect. For the ever-changing toxins of the Zerg, the empire currently only has common inhibitors, but no antidote. After being injured, they either die immediately or suffer until they die.
Seeing Auston's complexion, ruddy and shiny, Tolkien hissed in his heart, and said with a little joy in disbelief: "Your injury is healed?!"
With the care of his elders, Oston tried his best to show himself softer. With the experience of getting along with Ryan's family as a basis, he performed well. Nodding lightly, Oston said: "Thanks to Ryan, I found a synthetic antidote enzyme, and my injury has healed."
Hearing this, Admiral Tolkien, who was sitting opposite Alston, grasped the armrest of the armchair, and wanted to stand up with excitement, and regained his composure after a little disordered breathing, "Okay, okay, great, as long as you Well, I can rest assured." He and Oston's father were soldiers in the same year, and they had a lifelong friendship. After his old friend passed away, he consciously assumed the responsibility of taking care of the younger generation, but because of his personality, he was still unable to get along with Oston. Stone really warmed up. He watched Oston walk step by step to his current position with his immature shoulders and gritted his teeth, and built a brave armor with indifference. The reason for his heartache is full of helplessness and full of pride, but he also has deep self-blame , He lived up to the entrustment of his old friend and failed to fulfill the responsibility of an elder.
"Uncle, don't worry, I'm fine." Alston pursed his lips, and after a short silence, he said, "Uncle, please keep this matter a secret."
"I understand." Tolkien returned to normal. He twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a slightly ferocious smile, and faded away from the appearance of gentleness. This is the original appearance of an admiral stationed on the frontier. "The person who sneaked up on your soldier and committed suicide behind the prison thought he was safe? Oh, how naive! We want to pay back, let those despicable people laugh for two days now, soon, very soon Let them cry. They want power to shuffle the cards, and it's not up to them to decide who wins in the end."
Auston's eyes were slightly cold. Soon he will leave the warm and peaceful planting star and return to the intriguing capital. He wants to clean up those guys in the family who are colluding with outsiders and running around. Only with a stable rear can we be able to unify the outside world.
tuk tuk —
The door was knocked twice, and Ryan's voice came from outside the door, "I'll bring afternoon tea."
Hearing the familiar voice, the indifference around Oston suddenly dissipated, and he couldn't help but stand up and greet the door, "Ryan, come in." He had to go to the door to personally do something for the outsider who was supposed to say a word. The man opens the door.
Ryan twisted the doorknob and saw Oston, who smiled joyfully after being slightly stunned, "Juice, finger biscuits, get something to fill your stomach."
"Hmm." Alston didn't know how pretty the smile on his face was.
Tolkien saw the interaction between the two people in his eyes, and his eyes were less critical when he looked at Ryan. His eyes swept over Ryan's hand, and he saw a ring. It's really good to look at this young man after letting go of his prejudices. Both his appearance and temperament make him feel comfortable. Laymen look at looks, while insiders look at doorways. Ryan walks steadily, breathes at a constant frequency, and has firm and calm eyes. In short, he is a master.
He didn't let Ryan leave, and after letting him sit down, Tolkien wanted to try Ryan's connotation, how he talked, how he was taught, and how knowledgeable... He drank a sip of orange juice and brewed the beginning. It was originally a sip for Admiral Tolkien I took another sip, my eyes moved slightly, and I put away my tentative words, and replaced it with my love for juice, "I feel the taste of sunshine, and I can feel happy after tasting it. It is very suitable for soldiers stationed on the frontier. Sell Do not sell?"
Ryan was too familiar with Tolkien's expression, and it was easy to see pickiness and scrutiny from his gentle appearance. Ryan almost asked the other party if his idol was Qin Feng Anderson. Otherwise, why are some stinking problems the same? ! Ryan, who was ready to deal with it, felt that a cliff suddenly appeared on the road he was running at high speed. He braked suddenly and followed the other party's train of thought, "There are 226 orange trees in the orchard, and the fruit of 20 trees has been sold. The rest is going to be given to the Golden Crusaders. General, just taste it, and buy it without seeing the growth environment and condition of this fruit?"
If Ryan didn't want to sell it, he wouldn't have said in detail how many trees there were, but he was careful.
"You don't need to be so alien, you are married to Auston, just call me uncle like him. You mean, all 206 trees will be given to the Golden Cross?" Tolkien shook his head in disapproval, "Giving some Uncle, at least half."
He didn't take care of the business of Ryan's family for the sake of Auston's face, but from the perspective of his own interests. Soldiers, especially those who drift outside the military base and stationed on the border of the empire, open their eyes every day. The wall and the boring life of the garrison put a lot of psychological pressure on him. As the head of the army, he tried his best to improve the lives of the soldiers. While caring about the material life, he also paid attention to the spiritual world of the soldiers. Emperor Anderson said that "the physical and mental health of soldiers is related to the combat capability and stability of a country", so logistics procurement is definitely not a trivial matter.
Vitamin supplements, single nutrient supplements, micronutrient supplement tablets, etc. will suffice, but that will only make life more depressing. Fresh fruit suddenly appeared in the monotonous life. It felt like a rainy day and suddenly saw the sun for more than half a month. The joy that emerged from the bottom of my heart was not to mention how brilliant.
What's more... Tolkien shook the glass. The orange was probably full of rain and sunshine during the growth process. Both the bright color and the mellow and sweet taste were full of vitality, making people unable to put the glass down.
Oston, who was in the same position as Admiral Tolkien, understood his thoughts, nodded to Ryan and said, "Uncle Buck, we can't decide about the orange, you have to discuss it with Dad."
Hearing Alston call his father, Tolkien was in a trance for a moment, as if that person was still there, and then he laughed helplessly, how many years have passed, how come he has not accepted the reality. "Well, talk to Mr. Smith now?"
"I'll call Dad." Ryan was still too old to get used to it, so why did he talk about business? It was as if he was ready to fight the whole field, but the opponent suddenly surrendered. What does it mean to feel a little lost
While waiting for his father to come, Admiral Tolkien talked to Ryan, and Ryan picked up his preparations for the battle again. He felt a sense of excitement that had really come, and he was full of energy. He was not for victory, but for affirmation. The affirmation of Elder Alston. Admiral Tolkien has read a lot of books, not to mention reading the whole book, but he can also be called rich in knowledge. When talking with Ryan, he actually has the feeling that he has met his opponent. No matter what topic is raised, the other party can take advantage of the trend. Talking superficially, it is a somewhat in-depth discussion. Admiral Tolkien seldom chatted to the point of being unable to stop. It was incredible that the other party's thoughts could resonate with his own.
The conversation that lasted half an hour was hearty, and Admiral Tolkien felt that he still had more to say. The way he looked at Ryan completely changed.
And Ryan confirmed his guess in his heart. Admiral Tolkien is an admirer of Qin Feng Anderson, which is different from Auston's admiration of Qin Feng's youth life. The former regards Qin Feng as a spiritual mentor, a benchmark of behavior, Beacon of life.
Seeing Admiral Tolkien looking at him with scorching eyes, Ryan was a little embarrassed. Did he use a "cheating device" and was about to get a middle-aged friend
After listening to the conversation between Ryan and Admiral Tolkien, Oston actually had the feeling of watching high-ranking people speculate. He looked at Ryan with a little thought, but it was more proud, more important than his achievements. Happy!
There was another knock on the study door, and it was Old Smith, Ryan's father. Dad was very happy to see Admiral Tolkien, but he didn't show the helplessness and excitement of ordinary citizens seeing the Admiral of the Empire. Perhaps Auston had done it before? Anyway, Admiral Tolkien was quite frustrated, and after the defeat, he felt joy in his heart, and he liked the feeling that he didn't regard himself as a general, but as an ordinary person.
Tolkien and his father initially discussed the purchase intention. He was not the one who made such a large order, and the Legion of Glory was not his decision. Ask Mr. Smith to write a detailed introduction to Big Orange, send it to him and hand it over to the Legion Procurement Department, and he will also take a few samples with him when he leaves.
"The big oranges are very good. They have a bright future. This business will definitely succeed." Admiral Tolkien said: "Please cultivate them well, and it would be even better if they can expand the planting area."
Dad smiled and nodded. Now he attaches great importance to big oranges, but he will never decide to expand the area in a hurry just because of a few words. As a farmer with thousands of employees under him, he can make the business bigger Good is not only based on honesty and genuine value, but also cautious, bold choices and keen market vision.
Looking at the children of the family, you can see the upbringing and heritage of the family. Tolkien felt emotional. Mr. Smith is definitely not a simple farmer who can raise such an outstanding son as Ryan.
What's more, this son is so good at playing mahjong!
Admiral Tolkien, who was rubbing hemp, became more satisfied the more he watched Ryan, and sincerely felt that his old friend could feel at ease in another world, and Auston found a best partner.
"bump."
"eat."
"Bar."
"Hu!"
Tolkien hadn't found an opponent in the hemp world for a long time, and now he met Ryan, who was evenly matched, and his heart was burning to compete for the god of hemp, and all the cards he played were full of decisive fighting spirit.
For entertainment and leisure sports after dinner, today I invited Brother Mahjong. Usually, Ryan's family doesn't play games every day, and only when they are interested will they get together to touch a few.
Who was Tolkien? He is a well-known mahjong enthusiast in the country, and he is the only person who can summarize military theories from mahjong. Since the interstellar era, Qin Feng Anderson has been the only one. Tolkien is different from the emperor. The emperor is a hobby in his spare time, and he often blames himself in his diary for wasting another day because of playing mahjong. Tolkien regards mahjong as a sand table exercise, and sums up the ever-changing marching rules from it. , The number of books published based on this is more than other people's mahjong. Tolkien has a group of fans, not so much his supporters as the emperor's. They all believe that the emperor's obsession with playing mahjong is the true meaning of life, otherwise why the emperor can be so good.
Ryan just wants to say to everyone, you are thinking too much! Qin Feng Anderson's excellence is only due to his talent and hard work==.
After playing mahjong for more than 40 minutes, Ryan and Tolkien had almost the same outcome, and they both felt like they were finally having a good time. And the person who played with them was doubting life, dizzy, and couldn't believe that he had played with them for so long.
All Ma friends: It turns out that Ryan has been hiding his strength, and playing with them is really just a simple game.
After getting off the poker table, Tolkien looked at Ryan completely differently, and even called him brothers and sisters, and Oston became a person who sat on the side instead.
"Young people are amazing, Ryan is amazing, keep it up, you must keep up, don't lose your touch." Tolkien said mysteriously, "There are ways to improve yourself in mahjong, there are laws of heaven, and there is an entire universe. It is believed that the emperor did not die because of self-explosion, he just left our space after a thorough understanding.”
Ryan: "..." No, no, no, he is nostalgic for the world.
Tolkien pressed Ryan's shoulder, "I can rest assured that you are like this, Auston will definitely be happy with you."
Ryan didn't know how to speak anymore, "..." I knew that playing mahjong could handle Tolkien, who was difficult to deal with. I just spent my brain cells citing scriptures and talking about ancient and modern times with him. He should be the one who really felt frustrated.
"The future world is yours!" Tolkien sighed with nostalgia, "I really want to live this kind of farming and grazing, and I can play mahjong whenever I want."
Sitting in the living room, Tolkien looked at this not luxurious, not elegant, but very warm room, and really felt that his heart was quiet and peaceful. No wonder he was able to cultivate such a gentle and gentle temperament as Ryan. Tolkien knew his own affairs, and his gentleness was just acquired through hard work, unlike Ryan's gentleness from the inside out, from the body to the heart, the softness and tranquility have become a part of him, completely natural. Auston, who has a calm and cold personality, should be accompanied by such a person.
"Uncle Buck can stay for a few more days." Alston suggested.
Tolkien shook his head, "No way, it's not time for me to go on vacation. I will go on a cruise mission in two months, and I will take a good rest when the cruise is over. Can't participate, Oston, you pay more attention."
Auston nodded, "Uncle, don't worry, I'm not alone."
"Yes, there are many people in the military who are on the same front as you."
Auston didn't explain that he was not alone now that he had Ryan. Take the initiative to hold Ryan's hand, with this person by his side, he is no longer fighting alone.
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Admiral Tolkien left the next day, and on the third day after he left, the deputy director of the Logistics and Procurement Department of the Legion of Glory brought people over to inspect the growing environment of the big oranges. The big orange was tested, and the values presented are very good. And as Admiral Tolkien said, drinking orange juice can feel the sunshine and vitality, and heal the darkness and irritability in the heart. It is a very good fruit and it is worth promoting.
Their arrival brought a military order of millions to Zhuangxing, and the result was bigger than what father Qin Yi expected. The oranges in this garden were sold to Zhuangxing's income for a year.
The logistics procurement personnel of the Golden Cross will come in two days, because the product is excellent, and the business will definitely be negotiated.
Everyone said that Auston was the lucky star of E69, and Auston was a little embarrassed to praise him.
In the evening of this day, the evening outside the house was a rare cloudy day.
Ryan, who was leaning on the balcony, said: "The weather will be like this for the next three or four days. When the rainy days pass, the temperature will rise, and you will suddenly feel the heat of early summer."
"I thought it was like spring here all the year round."
"Actually, it's about the same. It's five or six degrees higher than the current one. The temperature in late spring and early summer is quite comfortable."
Alston propped his arms on the balcony railing and looked into the distance. On a rainy day, the wind was a bit rush, and the leaves of palm trees and coconut trees on the shore of Love/Love Sea whirled. The waves are undulating, constantly beating the shore, and it is no longer possible to find traces of small creatures on the beach. There are birds flying against the wind in the sky, and the sound of their strenuous quacking has become fragmented when it reaches the ground. He licked the broken hair on his forehead that was blown up by the wind, and looked at the world stirred by the wind in the dark sky, but his heart was very calm. When was the last time he looked at the weather changes like this? His eyes were blank for a moment, and he looked at him so calmly, probably when he was a child. Later, looking at the weather, it was entirely for work and training.
The warm body hugged him from behind, his back was pressed against his broad and warm chest, and Auston let himself be hugged.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
The wind brought the voices from the second floor, it was Fan Lunting and Connor who were talking.
Fan Lunting has been here for several days, and the calm and introverted persona has finally been broken. It is already the limit to be able to hold back the chatterbox for three days without nagging.
"I pretended not to deceive you." Fan Luting's voice sounded a little annoyed and sad. When his idol found out that he was cheating, he was at a loss and flustered. He just wanted to say sorry to Connor.
Connor said: "You should be yourself, you have a good character."
"Really?" After being praised by the idol, Fan Luanting's eyes must be bright, he asked, "Aren't you angry?"
"Haha, why should I be angry? I found out on the first day you came."
Fan Lunting was surprised, as an excellent scout, how easy was it for Connor to see through his disguise? !
Connor suppressed a smile and said, "The sound insulation effect of the bathroom on the first floor is not very good."
Fan Lunting: "..." I really wanted to die, I really wanted to hit the wall, didn't he scream loudly and was heard by Connor
Connor: "There's no need to hide yourself, calm and introverted, down-to-earth and stable. Although he is a good image of a man, it doesn't match you very well."
Fan Lunting said: "I remember you said in the newsletter interview that you admire such a character. I, I just want you to look at me more..."
Connor shook his head with a smile, he didn't seem to understand Fan Lunting's implication, "Who doesn't like and appreciate themselves."
Ryan, who definitely didn't mean to eavesdrop: "..." He leaned into Auston's ear and whispered, "Connor is starting to be narcissistic."
"He doesn't accept Fan Luting's feelings." Alston pointed to the essence of the conversation.
Connor is a patient with φ3 element deficiency, kicked out of the ranks of genetic adaptation, and cannot marry normal people. Even if he injected synthetic medicine and entered the adaptation process, he couldn't adapt to Fan Luting. The empire has strict laws and regulations on love and marriage between young people who are in the adaptation stage and those who have not entered this stage. I don’t want to explain in detail. How can two people be together? After the matching object signs, it is sent to the court for approval, and only after the approval is passed can they get married together smoothly.
After all, the law believes that the existence of a partner is acquiesced by entering into the adaptation, and leaving the existing partner (even if it is a future form, who has not met) to marry someone else is also a derailment and bigamy.
Ryan said: "My cousin looks cheerful, but in fact his inner world is very heavy, and his childhood experience has deeply affected him." He has always suspected that his cousin had voluntarily received radiation and made himself suffer from φ3 element deficiency. The secret, he didn't ask, and he didn't tell anyone until his cousin took the initiative to reveal it. Apologetically kisses the back of Auston's neck, but Auston can't either.
The conversation on the second floor was still going on, Fan Luting didn't think there was anything wrong with what Connor said, he nodded vigorously, "You are right! Your words are full of personality charm, which is very attractive to me, sometimes I feel very positive , Inspiring, sometimes I feel a little sad, thinking, wanting to hug...to comfort you." He really wanted to say hug...
"Very few people say that, why do you think so?" Connor was stunned. The comments below, the editor's comments, and the publicity of the major websites are all positive, cheerful, and heart-warming as one of the selling points. Rarely... no, almost never, and there is sadness in his words.
Fan Lunting scratched his head angrily, "I, did I get it wrong?"
Connor didn't smile, he looked outside the house, and there was already a drizzle of rain, and he said, "Who doesn't feel a little sad."