The days are long and the nights are short in the nameless star where Lu Fenghan is. The day lasts for 32 leto hours, and after sunset, it will take 18 leto hours before the sunrise comes again.

However, as a space soldier, Lu Fenghan's biological clock does not rely on sunlight to adjust. He has set the time for wakefulness and sleep, and asked Pojun to help him execute it. He also found a few bags of nutrients and two cans of nutritional paste from the wreckage of the escape capsule. With the fruits of plants grown from the seeds sown by the predecessors, he will not starve to death.

Lying on the grass, Lu Fenghan broke off a grass stem and put it in his mouth, half-squinting his eyes to look at the "sun" in the sky.

There was only the sound of wind around.

Po Jun took the initiative to speak: "What are you thinking about?"

"I want to pray, think about how to leave here, and want to find him."

"But under the current conditions, you can't leave here to find my designer."

Po Jun didn't realize that his words were adding fuel to the fire. He had reasons and evidence, "The nameless planet we are on is not in the Alliance star field, and we can't access the star network, so we can't ask for help, and no one knows you are here. This planet is uninhabited, there is no technology, and it can't provide the conditions for building spaceships and starships. The only thing we can count on is that some unlucky person will land on this planet, but after careful calculation, you can regard this probability as infinitely close to zero."

Lu Fenghan didn't hold back his strength for a moment, and bit off the grass stem in his mouth, and the bitter juice soaked on the tip of his tongue, He couldn't help but frown.

"I don't know what you are talking about?"

Po Jun: "Of course you know."

"Do I need you to remind me?"

Po Jun was silent for five seconds, and said in a straightforward tone: "Oh, I know, this is human, getting angry out of shame."

"..."

Lu Fenghan raised his eyebrows, "If you were not Qi Yan, you did it."

Po Jun continued: "Then?"

Lu Fenghan: "Then you will never have a chance to speak again in the future."

Po Jun wisely began to remain silent.

Half an hour later, Lu Fenghan, who had closed his eyes to rest, suddenly spoke: "Pojun."

"What's the matter?"

Lu Fenghan stood up, patted the grass debris on his body, and said casually: "I saw a strange shadow in that cave last night. It might be my eyes, of course, it might also be a ghost."

Pojun: "!"

Back to the temporary cave, Pojun seemed to have frozen, and there was no response after calling several times.

Lu Fenghan did not insist, and manually adjusted the light source on the personal terminal, walked deeper into the cave, and finally stopped in front of the rock wall with words engraved on it.

Although the time he spent on this nameless planet was only enough to form a scab on the wound on his forehead, he now had some understanding of why, among the four people who accidentally landed on this planet, except for the one who died of illness, the other two chose to commit suicide because of despair.

The person who left this message probably didn't hold on.

Trapped alone on a desolate planet by gravity, he always hoped for the arrival of an extremely slim hope between sunrise and sunset.

He didn't know how long he stood quietly in front of these lines of words before turning around and walking out.

Soon, Po Jun found out from statistical records that as time went by, Lu Fenghan spoke less and less, and often he would finish a long paragraph before Lu Fenghan would just say a short "hmm".

Most of the time, Lu Fenghan wandered aimlessly on the horizon. At night, he would stare at the twinkling stars in the sky in a trance.

"Which direction is the Lagoon Nebula?"

Lu Fenghan lay on the lush grass, his jaw itching from the grass tips, but he did not move away. He scanned the sky, concentrating on finding something.

Pojun replied: "According to the existing star map in my database, I cannot answer your question."

An expected answer.

A sharp bitterness overflowed from Lu Fenghan's heart.

He remembered that the two of them had been lying on the bed shoulder to shoulder, and Qi Yan raised his hand and drew the location of the Lagoon Nebula for him with his fingertips.

He also thought that when he could no longer see the person, he could at least look in that direction and know that the person he was missing was on a planet in that star field.

Now, even this idea has become a luxury.

Hope...

hope.

The "OK" in Qi Yan's answer became a thread that hung him tightly, hanging his hope.

Po Jun said: "What are you worried about?"

What am I worried about?

Erich is guarding the front line, so there will be no problems for the time being. Even if the alliance is shaky, there is still Nie Huai Ting to support it.

He is only worried about the confused little Jiaoqi, wondering how she is doing now, whether she is okay.

Lagoon Nebula.

"How is Qiyan, is he awake?"

Eliza shook her head silently: "Not yet. The medical robot has treated his wounds, and he has been sleeping."

August pinched his brows: "I was too slow to react."

He sat on a chair by the wall, crossed his fingers, and took several deep breaths. "At that time, we were arguing about a formula. He and I had different ideas. Qiyan mentioned that he had done an expanded calculation of this formula two days ago, but he was not sure where he put the draft paper for the calculation. You know, this kind of situation happened frequently before."

"At this time, he called out 'Lu Fenghan' and asked Lu Fenghan if he had casually placed the draft paper on the sofa," August took a clear breath, "Elisa, you know, he subconsciously asked Lu Fenghan to confirm whether his memory was correct."

"But where was his Lu Fenghan? He should have been briefly lucid, or the logic in his mind was confused and inconsistent, and he could no longer deceive himself - because he found that he could not find that person."

"At that moment, Qi Yan... was extremely panicked, his face was very pale, he stood up and searched around the room, then opened the door to look for him, but he couldn't find the person he was looking for! Until he saw a piece of metal, a very blunt, very blunt piece of metal," August's narration paused, and then continued, "He scratched his arm in panic, very hard, and scratched it many times in a row before bleeding. Then he held the metal piece and stood there quietly, letting the blood drip from his fingers onto the ground."

"He was injured, and he was waiting for Lu Fenghan to come and bandage his wound with healing gel and a bandage... but he stood there for a long time, and no one showed up,"

August choked up, "How can he wait? How can he wait..."

Eliza's eyes were red, and she turned her back.

Qi Yan usually showed apathy, and almost never showed any intense emotions.

Through a door, two short prompt sounds from a medical robot came. Eliza wiped her tears and opened the door to go in.

Qi Yan was lying on the bed, much thinner than when he just came back. His old clothes seemed to be filled with wind. He looked towards the place where the sound came from, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, which was extinguished in the next second.

Qi Yan felt pain all over his body, especially in his heart. He had obvious palpitations, which made him feel uncomfortable and want to vomit.

Eliza sat down beside Qiyan's bed and asked softly, "How do you feel?"

This sentence seemed to break Qiyan's restrained emotions. He was speechless, his eyes slowly turned red, and tears flowed from his eyes as if he couldn't stop. The fingers on his side trembled, tightly grasping the bed sheet, blue and white without a trace of blood.

He swallowed everything and suppressed it in his body until his whole body began to tremble slightly, and finally spoke hoarsely: "It hurts so much... Eliza, it hurts so much..."

Eliza's tears fell, and she hurriedly covered Qiyan's cold hand and asked him, "Where does it hurt?"

Qiyan clenched one hand on his chest, pulling out layers of wrinkles in the fabric, and curled up in pain, unable to speak.

He heard his own hoarse voice, and then stared at a certain point in the air, thinking.

Without Lu Fenghan, what's the point of him saying it hurts?

What's the point of saying he's cold, tired, in pain, or scared?

He's gone.

It was as if the moment the miniature starship turned its back on him, the space in his heart that was gouged out was left empty and could never be filled.

Between the falsehood and reality of his consciousness, there was no one willing to be his anchor.

It was like going from a lush green summer to an extremely long winter in an instant. Even if he curled up in bed, the snow would flood up and condense into a bone-chilling cold.

Because of taking drugs for a long time, Qi Yan's pain nerves are extremely sensitive. Eliza heard him screaming in pain unconsciously, but she didn't dare to touch him. She didn't know what to do, so she could only cry with him.

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Yan's hoarse voice was heard in the stagnant air in the room.

"He... is fine," Qi Yan's eyes were red and watery, as if he was telling Eliza, or as if he was recalling alone, "He," the word stopped here, and Qi Yan suddenly lost the ability to use words, "I don't know how to describe him."

It seemed that there was no word that could describe Lu Fenghan. But he wanted to have one more person who remembered him as well as he did.

"He's good in every way."

Eliza nodded, very heavily, and laughed with tears: "I know, he's good, he's good to you."

"Well, after he ordered the escape pod to leave, I called his name, and he said he was there, but now, I can't find him anymore."

Qi Yan's voice was very light, and the emotions lurking under the deep sea surged out, grabbing his heart tightly, and even breathing hurt.

"He also said sorry to me, he knew that I would never forget what I saw, so he asked me to forget that memory if possible."

"But...but I met him."

"How can I bear to forget."

It was this person eight years ago, and eight years later when he returned to Leto, he met him again.

What can he do?

He couldn't bear to forget, not even the slightest detail.

He began to wonder how he could freeze and fix his memory, how he could make sure that the little bit of existence he had would not be lost again.

He was even afraid that in ten or twenty years, how would he prove to himself that meeting Lu Fenghan was not a figment of his imagination or a delusion?

Eliza held Qi Yan's cold knuckles in her hands and choked up, "I know... don't forget, you can always remember, as long as you still remember, he has not left."

Qi Yan looked at Eliza and murmured to himself, "But why... why am I so sad? Why, so cold?" The extremely suppressed thoughts broke through the limit, and Qi Yan once again felt the pain of something being torn away, and tears overflowed again, "Even one second is fine, Eliza, I really want to see him again..."

Eliza closed her eyes, she remembered that 20 years ago, when Lin Zhi was pregnant, they were basking in the sun in the garden together.

They were looking forward to the arrival of this life, thinking about holding his hand to learn to walk, teaching him to speak and write, watching him find friends, and when he grows up a little bit, just when he is at a loss for feelings, telling him "this is love."

But she never thought that this scene would be like this.

Slowly spreading Qi Yan's fingers, Eliza spoke softly, looked at Qi Yan with moist eyes, and told him: "Because you love him, you love him, so you will be sad, reluctant, want to remember, and don't want to forget."

Qi Yan slowly blinked his aching eyes.

Does he... love him?

When this question came to his mind, he remembered the hasty kiss on the starship.

It was hot, a little painful, and soft.

Like in the distant and gorgeous nebula, the ancient stars pierced through the heavy dust and illuminated his eyes from afar.

What Eliza said was right.

He loves him.

He loves Lu Fenghan.

The rain outside the window began to fall again.

Qi Yan choked up, and tears started to flow again when he thought of this name.

So

, before he knew what love was and was not sure whether he would fall in love with someone, he had already fallen in love with him.