In the room, Qi Yan still lowered his head, writing seriously. He looked focused, his straight and dense eyelashes drooped, the fingers holding the pen were bent, and even the nails were neatly trimmed.
Lu Fenghan looked at it for two seconds and then stopped, standing against the wall, and took a look at the interior furnishings in a blink of an eye.
The furniture in black, white and gray was so simple that there was nothing to see. It is worth noting that, in addition to the treatment cabin placed safely aside, there is a bookshelf covering the entire wall, which is full and reveals the colorful spines of the books.
Lu Fenghan felt strange.
The Star Calendar has been around for more than two hundred years, and some people may not see such primitive and very expensive paper books even once in their lifetime.
There is a whole shelf filled with books, and there are obvious signs of reading.
Living such a retro life?
Just as he was thinking, the "click" sound of fingers tapping on the table attracted Lu Fenghan's attention.
Qi Yan waited for Lu Fenghan to look over, and handed over the white paper full of words in his hand: "Take a look."
"So, it was written for me to see?" Lu Fenghan took two steps closer, stretched out his hand 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, 7.87 million star coins; discounted consumption of repair fluid, a total of 1.62 million star coins; discounted damage to the treatment chamber, a total of 800,000 star coins; discounted energy consumption, a total of 5,000 star coins."
After listening to Lu Fenghan's reading, Qi Yan pointed to Lu Fenghan's waist and abdomen with the pen in his hand and concluded: "It's expensive to cure your injury."
Lu Fenghan thought to himself, I see, it's really expensive, all these numbers add up to 10 million star coins.
Lu Fenghan ran his finger across his chin and recalled the balance in his account - maybe enough to pay... the change?
Fortunately, I saw this bill after I was cured, otherwise, Lu Fenghan didn't think he had the courage to lie in the treatment cabin.
Qi Yan saw him stop and reminded him: "Continue reading."
"Contract? ... From July 29, 216, Party B will protect Party A's personal safety, no matter when and where. ... The time limit is two years. After the expiration, the contract will be terminated. Salary, 10,295,000 star coins." After
reading it, Lu Fenghan smiled and said, "Protect your personal safety? How do you know I'm suitable?" Qi Yan
raised his thin eyelids and asked back, "Why do you think you are not suitable?"
Lu Fenghan found that chatting with this kid was quite interesting. For example, now, I was the one who asked the question, but the question was thrown back neatly.
He bent his fingers and flicked them on the paper, making a crisp "snap" 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, you can use this money to hire the top bodyguards of the alliance, a whole team. Ten people in a team, rotating every day, surrounding you 360 degrees, isn't it more interesting than facing my face 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 team of bodyguards and seeing different faces every day."
Lu Fenghan thought to himself, he was a little silly, and obviously had not been beaten by the bad guys. But he chose himself - his vision was not bad, not too bad.
He picked out a sentence from the contract: "'No matter when, no matter where', can you explain this sentence?"
Putting this sentence in the context, there is nothing wrong with it. But reading it out alone, it has an extra layer of ambiguity. However, Lu Fenghan looked at Qi Yan's beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and sighed that he was indeed polluted by his subordinates and his brain was full of garbage.
After all, if that is really the intention, it is hard to say - who will suffer more.
Qi Yan cooperated very well: "It means that you must protect me at any time and anywhere." After a two-second pause, he further explained, "My situation is very dangerous."
Lu Fenghan raised his eyebrows: "What degree of danger?"
Qi Yan thought about it seriously and defined: "The degree of death at any time."
Although he said so, there was no sense of urgency.
It was like a joke made by an ignorant teenager.
Lu Fenghan's eyes were like deep pools. He did not express any opinion on Qi Yan's answer, but confirmed: "Two years?"
Qi Yan was silent for a few seconds, and then nodded as if he was sure of something: "Yes, only two years."
After 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 "Shua shua" and handed the paper and pen back, raising his eyebrows: "It's your turn."
Qi Yan took over, and the three words "Lu Fenghan" were added to the blank space of Party B. The man's handwriting was exactly the same as his own, with heavy horizontal and vertical strokes, wild left and right strokes, and a threatening sharpness between the iron strokes and silver hooks.
Qi Yan wrote his name after Party A stroke by stroke, with a serious expression, even a little too cautious.
Lu Fenghan stood beside him, looking 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 the role and asked: "So what are we going to do now? Do you have any plans?"
Qi Yan was not quite used to the situation of having an extra person around him, so he followed his own schedule: "From now on, I will read for three hours. , I 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 page by page quickly, Lu Fenghan did not leave, but sat on the sofa, fulfilling the contract's "no matter when, no matter where." The sky
was bright outside, and occasionally there were sounds of wind and cruisers taking off and landing. Suddenly, the violent explosions that destroyed the starship array, the countless light spots that disappeared from the radar display, the wounds pierced on the waist and abdomen, and even the wolf that traveled countless light years from the front line and quietly returned to Leto, all became his own imagination. At
this moment, Qi Yan, who was performing complicated calculations, stopped writing, and looked at Lu Fenghan sitting beside him as if he had realized something.
The other person sat casually, 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 retracted 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 effect 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 with him.
Without that cold and intimidating gaze and the naturally 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, the lines of his lips were very tight, showing his sharpness as if he had been scraped by a knife.
Qi Yan raised his hand, leaned closer, and with the tip of his index finger half a palm away, he slowly traced in the air along the brow bone, the end of the eye, the bridge of the nose, and the corner of the lips.
His usually cold mood was broken, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, and there seemed to be a cluster of light in his eyes.
Qi Yan did not notice that the fingers hidden at Lu Fenghan's side tightened instantly when he approached, and then slowly relaxed as he traced.
He was sure that Lu Fenghan was sleeping soundly and would not wake up in a short time. Qi Yan hesitated for a moment, bit his lip, and quietly nestled into the sofa. In the range of Lu Fenghan's breath, he took a long breath greedily, hugged his knees, curled up his body, relaxed his brows, and closed his 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 intuitively felt that the other party had other intentions, but he couldn't see clearly for the time being.
However, Lu Fenghan pulled up a smile at the corner of his lips - there will always be clues at the beginning of the game.
When Lu Fenghan woke up, his subordinates touched the wound consciously - although the wound had healed and the waist and abdominal muscles were smooth, there was still a faint pain.
The space behind the desk was empty. His protection target had gone somewhere unknown. Lu Fenghan stood up and walked out. As he walked down the stairs, he heard a news report:
"... We have received the latest news from the Alliance Army. Since the expeditionary force was defeated 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. The war is still going on..."
Hearing this, Lu Fenghan's feet paused, but he soon recovered as usual.
In the kitchen.
Qi Yan picked out a red pear 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 didn't you go home?"
Qi Yan looked at the mist fruit in his hand. The skin was very thick. He thought for a while, found a fruit knife, and began to peel it clumsily and patiently. There
was a faint sound of footsteps coming downstairs outside, and Lu Fenghan woke up.
The person who was speaking gradually lost his patience. "You didn't live at home for the past ten years. How come, now that you're back in Leto, you don't even bother to live there? Do you still have me as your father in your eyes? And,"
he said without any sternness, and mentioned it 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'm going to hold a celebration banquet in the next few days. Since you're back, remember to attend and celebrate for your brother."
After waiting for half a minute, without waiting for Qi Yan's answer, Qi Wenshao became stern again. "Why, you're not talking again?"
Qi Yan thought for a few seconds and said calmly, "There's nothing to say to you." His voice was cold.
Not knowing which nerve he touched, Qi Wenshao shouted in a low voice: "You are a monster just like your mother!"
At the same time, Qi Yan's hand trembled, and the knife cut his finger. The pain passed through the nerves and wound to the heart.
Two drops of blood dripped onto the ground.
The call was hung up.
Qi Yan stared at the wound on his finger, a little absent-minded.
A monster... just like mother?
Until the footsteps outside gradually approached.
Putting down the fruit knife and the red mist fruit, Qi Yan turned around to find Lu Fenghan.
In the news footage, a military spokesperson in neat uniform was being interviewed by reporters. When asked about the rebels, the spokesperson said solemnly: "Two days ago, the rebel sniper target rankings were updated again and the list was published on the entire network. 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 was injured."
Lu Fenghan frowned instantly.
After coming down from the building, he did not find any signs of fighting, and except for the sound of water just now, he did not hear any movement. He was standing only a few steps away from the kitchen. He didn't believe that someone could attack Qi Yan right under his nose.
He wasn't that incompetent.
"Who hurt you?"
Qi Yan handed the injured finger to Lu Fenghan and stated the facts: "I was peeling fruit, and the fruit knife hurt me. I need to be bandaged."
"Peeling fruit? Why not use a household robot?" Lu Fenghan asked casually, frowning as he looked at the hand Qi Yan handed over.
The hand was very beautiful, like the art sculptures Lu Fenghan had seen when he was in school, with even joints and white as frost. On the slender fingertips, there was a tiny bloody wound, which was inexplicably dazzling red.
Lu Fenghan asked uncertainly, "What do you want to bandage?" Qi Yan
was surprised, "It's bleeding, it needs to be bandaged."
Lu Fenghan finally understood, and doubted the extent of Qi Yan's previous statement that he could die at any time.
He knew that a bleeding wound needed to be bandaged.
But, what the hell can this be called a wound? If he blinked again, it would heal!
Seeing Qi Yan looking at him with a rather eager look, Lu Fenghan thought of the contract he had just signed, with an annual salary of 5 million star coins, and compromised: "Where are the medicine and bandages?"
Qi Yan: "That cabinet, the third drawer on the right."
Taking medicine was originally the job of a housekeeping robot, but Qi Yan didn't seem to like using robots. Lu Fenghan happened to stay at the front line for many years, floating around in space with the starship, without such good benefits. He was assigned a housekeeping robot, and he was also used to doing everything himself.
The drawer was full of medicines, both commonly used and uncommon, and even had several kinds of medicines for near-death rescue. In addition, there was a treatment cabin in the bedroom upstairs. Lu Fenghan thought that even if this person was like a fragile item, he should be able to live safely.
You are too careful about your life.
Spraying a thick layer of healing gel on Qi Yan's wound, Lu Fenghan showed 100% patience and wrapped several white bandages around Qi Yan's fingers. He
spit on himself while wrapping them, and actually bowed to the heretic forces that used gel and bandages for a little mosquito bite!
Finally, he tied a beautiful bow.
After admiring the results of his labor, Lu Fenghan said: "How is it?"
Qi Yan withdrew his fingers and carefully looked at the small white bow on his fingertips. He looked over it many times and said, "It's very pretty."
"Has a good eye for it." After complimenting him, Lu Fenghan unconsciously twirled his fingertips, remembering that he just pinched The feeling of praying on your fingers.
Very thin, smooth, and a little soft.
It was different from the rough, calloused hands of everyone he knew.
The author has something to say: Undisclosed past: Commander Lu once won first place in the school bow-tie competition.