There was a commotion at the entrance.
Against the gaze of all directions, Randall appeared in a dark black officer's dress.
The swarm automatically gave way, and at the end Alfrid gave him a standing salute.
Randall untied the windbreaker and handed it to the adjutant behind him. He stepped forward slowly, with a smile on his face, and said to the commander of the Second Army: "In private, there is no need to be so formal."
He took off the white gloves one by one, handed them to Lu Chen, and smiled reminiscent of the old days: "Lieutenant General Lu, it's been a long time, it's rare for you to come out."
Lu Chen shook his hand: "I rarely see you, Marshal Randall."
Randall smiled without saying a word, and turned his eyes to the male worm behind him: "Lieutenant Colonel Gu, come out to accompany the lady to a dinner party on the weekend?"
Gu Yu also showed his well-bred social etiquette, and politely said a few words to his immediate boss - it turns out that although he is usually out of tune, he can do it perfectly when he wants to behave properly.
Although Randall is respected as a marshal, he has always been friendly to the officers below, speaks elegantly, and maintains a distance from the high-ranking people without being too unfamiliar.
As he was speaking, Randall's words suddenly stopped, his eyes stopped on the black-haired male who heard the presence of the marshal not far away, stuck for a while, and the corners of his lips quickly returned to the original slightly curved arc, and he put his mouth up. Continue to speak.
Meng Liu took the wine glass and stepped forward.
Gu Yu greeted him and wished him a happy birthday. Meng Liu nodded, but his mind was obviously not there.
"Have you seen it?" On the open-air balcony on the second floor in the distance, Gu Xi was playing with a bunch of grapes in his hand. He didn't eat them, but picked them round and round into the plate.
"I see, I see!" The delicate-looking teenage girl knelt on the sofa and lay on the balcony, "This lady is finally back, come, Gu Xi, do the math, is this the first time he has come back this year? "
After picking one bunch of grapes, Gu Xi slowly picked up another bunch, and said casually: "What's the point of this, is it still worth it? This is the first time this year that he has done something else except when the hero is in estrus. Reason to come back."
The Asian female boy pouted for a while, and Fang fell back on the sofa like a deflated ball: "Don't watch it! It's nothing to see! When the female lord came back, the male lord's eyes grew on him, and he was mad. I am!"
Gu Xi felt that Coke: "Phemes, you said, as if the female lord is not there, the male lord can look at you more."
Phimes rolled around on the sofa a few times: "You are not allowed to demolish my stage, Gu Xi! I don't care about me, anyway, the female lord is not here, the male lord can still talk to me about something, as long as the female lord comes back, The hero is avoiding us like a plague!"
Gu Xi peeled off the whole plate of grapes, and then clapped his hands with satisfaction: "You have something to tell you - it means to warn you that after buying a lot of express delivery, remember to throw the boxes out in time to avoid blocking the corridor. ?"
Phimes angrily rushed up and threw him on the sofa: "You demolished me again, Gu Xi, you definitely did it on purpose!"
"I'm wronged, I'm wronged," Gu Xi apologized. "If you don't believe me, ask Mr. Liu, how can I dismantle you, young master? I envy you rich worms. You can block the corridor with the leftover boxes after you buy them."
Opposite the sofa, a gentle female worm wearing glasses, leisurely watching the drama opposite, sips a sip of the tea in the thermos cup, and murmurs:
"A poet once said that all tragedy ends with death, and all comedy ends with marriage. But you two are fine, and the comedy of a lifetime begins with marriage."
"What is he talking about?" Phimes stopped and asked Gu Xi with a bewildered face.
Gu Xi coughed: "I don't study classical literature, you ask me?"
Liu Qingfeng, an associate professor at the School of Classics at Imperial University, finished taking a sip of tea, looked past them, glanced downstairs indifferently, and said, "A writer also said that acting seems to always be those three—husband, Wife and lover."
Gu Xi: "I understand this time. He sat here to mock us."
Phimes raised his delicate eyebrows: "Yes, Mr. Liu is too much-wait, where is he mocking us? I still don't quite understand."
Gu Xi said indifferently: "It's normal, you can understand it, then it's not the little young master we are familiar with."
Gu Xi gets along with these two female servants, and can always feel his own garbage from time to time.
Look at Mr. Liu, the daughter of the dignified Speaker of the Congress. Forget about having a prominent family background, and based on his own knowledge, he was hired as an associate professor at Imperial University.
As for Phimes, even though Gu Xi's head is not comparable to that of Gu Xi, but as the young female son of the Minister of Military Affairs, Gu Xi can't beat the horse when it comes to the private warehouse.
Sure enough, worms are more than worms, and they are dead worms.
Downstairs, Gu Yu never saw his brother, so he didn't care.
Several worms were talking, and the three female worms chatted happily, forming a circle by themselves, while the other worms watched secretly, not daring to rush forward. In the same circle, Gu Yu and Meng Liu seemed to talk less.
While Gu Yu was bored, he fiddled with his major general's hair hanging on the back of his head.
Lu Chen naturally felt his small movements behind him, feeling a little helpless, but afraid that he would be bored, so he said, "Master, if you are tired, go over there and sit with the other males."
It happened that the male worm, Charles, with his red hair, called them over not far away, Gu Yu ensured that his major general could be within his sight, and he could be pulled away enthusiastically by the rushing Charles.
Meng Liu's gaze stopped on Randall for a moment, and Randall turned his head, paused for a moment, and smiled faintly: "Go, lord."
The two males were gone, and Alfried said goodbye for a while, and walked to the side to communicate with another female who came up to chat. For a while, only Lu Chen and Randall were left.
Of course, there was still standing near the field marshal's adjutant, Evel, silently.
"You seem to be in poor spirits." Lu Chen noticed early on that there were no worms, so he mentioned it like that.
Randall smiled, rubbed the bridge of his nose, faded his perfect diplomatic rhetoric, showing a little tiredness: "Your spirit is much better than the last time I saw you, I'm really relieved, Lu Zhong Will."
"Going out to relax, or having a chat with Worm, will always make you feel better, Randall." Lu Chen couldn't bear to be tired from both the military and his family, and he meant something.
Randall smiled and shook his head: "Lu Chen, before you, you can't say such things as having a heart-to-heart with a worm. We can only envy that you can go out with the male worm to relax, but I can't do it. , I'm too busy to get out."
Lu Chen knew him in his heart, and asked in a light tone, "But as long as you are willing to make time, your hero will always be free."
Randall was speechless by what he said, stared at him for a moment, and glanced at Evil who was standing silently beside him: "Give me the gift."
Evel leaned slightly and put a small and delicate box in his hand.
Randall smiled apologetically at Lu Chen: "Excuse me, I'm going to say goodbye to the hero."
Lu Chen's eyes were light, staring at his leaving back, and suddenly said softly: "Tonight, does Marshal Randall have official business to do?"
Evil, who was waiting in place, was stunned. He realized that Lieutenant General Lu was talking to him. He lowered his head slightly, showing a gesture of respectful listening, and paused: "For the time being, there is no military affairs that the Marshal needs to handle in person."
Lu Chen turned his head to the side, his eyes so shallow that he couldn't tell his emotions: "Some things are better to keep silent and bury them in your heart. And some things, once hidden for a long time, will only rot and ooze pus in the bottom of your heart, and then It's hard to heal."
Evil's expression was suddenly stunned.
"Do you see what I mean, Major General Evel?"
He finished the last line quietly.
"Thank you... Thank you." The black-haired male worm accepted the gift in a daze.
He was face to face with Randall, standing beyond the light where the males gathered, with his back to the light. And most of Randall's face was hidden in the darkness, so blurred that only a silhouette remained, and he could vaguely make out his familiar outline.
Meng Liu still wanted to step forward and recognize the face carefully. It's been too long since they looked at each other carefully.
This made the male worm uncontrollable, and there was a sense of helpless sadness and sourness, but he could only try his best to relax the corners of his mouth that were tensed due to bitterness, pretending to be relaxed and happy.
"No thanks." Randle paused and said quickly.
Half of his beautifully contoured face was filled with light and shadow, and his indistinct expression was far away. The corners of his lips exposed in the light were slightly hooked, as if he was smiling habitually:
"The military still has official business, so I'll leave tonight. You... rest early, don't play too late."
The corners of Meng Liu's lips tightened as he tried his best, and his eyebrows were also raised, his head moved to the side unnaturally and uncontrollably: "Just... can't you stay?"
His voice might be trembling, but Meng Liu himself couldn't detect it.
Randall was silent and lowered his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but said nothing.
The two insects stood opposite each other almost silently, and the night wind blew quietly, rolling up the corners of their clothes and hair, sending the sound of the violin far away like a cloud.
It was a Serenade by Sippur, it is said that the composer couldn't help composing it after reading a poem on a bright starry night.
The stars are high in the sky,
For thousands of years without moving,
looking at each other from a distance,
Pain full of love.
They speak a language,
Beautiful and sweet, with infinite meaning,
linguists of the world,
No one can understand it.
…
The sound of soft footsteps broke the silence here.
Meng Liu suddenly raised his head and saw that it was Evel, knowing that he was here to urge Randall to leave, but he was still reluctantly raised the corners of his lips.
He didn't want to look too ugly, in front of his queen.
But he didn't think that after Evil saluted, he didn't lower his voice, and said between the two insects: "Admiral, I just checked the news of the military department, and there is no urgent business for you to handle tonight."
Randall's eyes were deep for a moment, and he gave Evel a deep look.
Mengliu obviously grasped the good news and did not give Randall a chance to shirk. He immediately said, "Then can you stay tonight, Randall?"
Evil didn't seem to see Randall's eyes, and bowed slightly to say goodbye.
"What's behind?" On the way back from the banquet, Gu Yu shared a poem with Lu Chen. Lu Chen listened to the first half, and then asked the latter.
"Well, let's think about it." The white-haired male pushed his home Major General Lu and tilted his head to think for a moment - this was the serenade he heard on the violin tonight, and he suddenly remembered that he was interested to share it with Lu Chen.
The white-haired male worm coughed and cleared his throat.
Lu Chen's dark eyes stopped on his face, but he didn't say anything.
Tonight, the moonlight is too bright, a light layer of frost has spread on the ground, and it also flows on the bridge of Gu Yu's tall and handsome nose, and inch by inch like water flows over the eyebrows that fly obliquely into the temples, lining the paleness of the jade-like face. .
Gu Yu's eyes smiled, as if he could sense something, the thick eyelashes cast a light shadow in the moonlight. After a while, he read it out leisurely, but the casual tone when he recited the poem showed a deep affection when he lowered his eyes.
"But I have learned the language,
and keep it in mind,
grammar for me to learn,
It is the face of my beloved. "