Mei Jielin held her military jacket in one hand and strode in the corridor of the command ship. Her long legs were straight and she was still reeking of gunpowder, causing the soldiers passing by her to subconsciously straighten their backs when they saluted.
The metal door slid open to the sides, and Mei Jielin took a step inside, then immediately stopped and blinked slowly.
The commander touched Qi Yan's hair indulgently. The
commander tore open the package of the nutritional supplement and fed it to Qi Yan's mouth who was sitting on the sofa. Qi Yan bit it.
Qi Yan held the nutritional supplement in his mouth and hugged the commander's waist loosely. The two of them were... very close.
Did I come too early? Really?
Mei Jielin was at a loss as to whether to go forward or backward. She just stood in the middle of the door, motionless like a sculpture.
Until someone poked her in the lower back: "Why are you standing here blocking the road? Do you have a leg cramp? Can't you move? Isn't cramp a symptom only experienced by people in their nineties?"
Wein bypassed Metierin and strode into the command room: "Commander, Metierin has a leg cramp!"
"You have a cramp! Everyone in your fleet has a cramp!" Metierin strode after him and caught a glimpse of Qi Yan shrinking into the sofa listlessly, his face pale and not in the mood. She was a little worried, "Commander, what's wrong with Qi Yan?"
Lu Fenghan was holding Qi Yan's hand and massaging his joints. Hearing this, he replied: "My brain is working too fast."
Two more things: I'm hungry and my hands hurt.
As soon as the war was over, Qi Yan left the technical department and came back with two bags of nutritional supplements from the kitchen.
It was not easy to block and break the rebels' system. It was very energy-consuming. After high-intensity character input, Qi Yan's fingertips turned red. At the beginning, he shuddered in pain when he was lightly touched. Later, Lu Fenghan used healing gel to apply it on his ten fingers one by one, and then he felt a little better.
Seeing Qi Yan biting the peach-flavored nutritional supplement and swallowing it bit by bit, like a tired cat, quietly being combed, without any trace of the coldness and sharpness when he said "on par with gods" just now, Lu Fenghan's aura softened a little.
Weiin scratched the back of his head. With his life experience, he had only fallen asleep in the training ground when he was so tired that his eyes went dark. He had never experienced the situation where his brain was working too fast. He could only say dryly: "I hope Qiyan is not sick."
Out of respect for Bai Ta and Y, he wanted to change the title to "Chief", but Mei Jielin kept the previous title. He thought about it and decided to follow suit.
When everyone arrived, Lu Fenghan sat down at his seat under the conference table. He still held Qi Yan's hand, kneading it from time to time, and said, "General Nie just sent a communication to commend you for your outstanding performance in the war that just ended."
When Wei Yin heard this, his eyes lit up: "Is it just verbal praise, or are there any tangible rewards? Like star coins or something?"
Lu Fenghan shattered his hopes without hesitation: "The Alliance is poor now and has no money. It's good to have verbal praise."
The Central Administrative Region and the Southern Cross Region went to war on two fronts. After a war, starships and ammunition are all money, and they are spent like water. The finances are becoming increasingly tight. It is said that the new Minister of Finance goes to various departments every few days to cry about his poverty, which makes people sad.
Dushan interrupted: "Are we discussing the post-war rewards already? Don't you feel unreal?" He pointed to the golden planet on the star map, "Holy - bah, we really got Albert back!"
Mei Jielin raised her chin and said proudly: "On the way here, I repeated this sentence back and forth more than 20 times. Now it feels 100% real. You can give it a try."
She turned to Lu Fenghan, "Commander, what are you going to do with Albert next? Station it?"
Lu Fenghan denied her guess: "In order to reflect the The rebels have stipulated that human activities are prohibited on the surface of the Holy Star, and no plants or animals are allowed to survive. The magnificent buildings on the surface are excluded, making it worse than
a deserted planet. "Mejielin laughed, and the princesses on both sides swayed slightly: "Commander, if the wise man on the other side hears what you said, do you believe that he will perform a stunt to death in front of you?"
She said so, but she knew very well in her heart that conquering the Holy Star was more symbolic than practical. After all, the planet was not only small in size, but also had no minerals, and it was really useless.
Conquering it would boost morale for the Alliance, but it might be a heart-wrenching blow to the rebels.
Tsk, it was really miserable.
Lu Fenghan continued, "Lorenz has taken the technical department to the ground. When they reset and turn on the planetary defense system, the rebels will not dare to take it easily."
"Lorenz is not on the command ship now? What a good opportunity!" Mei Jielin and Du Shang looked at each other and saw the same intention in each other's eyes. "While he is not back yet, we will go to the technical department to submit all the repair applications. The amount will be a little larger than before."
As she said this, she pinched a small distance with her fingers.
So after the meeting, Mei Jielin and Du Shang disappeared in an instant, as if their feet were greased, and the command room was empty in an instant.
Lu Fenghan picked up Qi Yan with his strong arms, sat on the sofa, held him on his lap, and kissed the corner of his lips.
It felt a little too light.
Putting aside the matters related to the post-war arrangements, Lu Fenghan began to think about going to the kitchen to make something to eat for Qi Yan.
Pinching the metal button of Lu Fenghan's coat with his fingers, Qi Yan thought for a while and said, "I'm a little unhappy."
Lu Fenghan lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Why are you unhappy?"
"I can't understand." Qi Yan asked the doubts in his heart just like he did in Leto, "Every progress in science should represent a victory for mankind in the battle against the unknown, and the purpose is also for mankind."
He paused, as if he didn't know how to put it.
However, Lu Fenghan had already understood: "The 'system' used by the rebels is an excellent achievement in your opinion, but while this 'system' brings victory, it is in a sense an 'anti-human' existence?" After
the war, Lu Fenghan ordered the salvage ships to capture several enemy destroyers. Without exception, after the cabin doors were opened, the pilots had been dead for a long time, and their faces were miserable. Their internal organs were almost crushed by the high pressure generated by the starship's high speed, their bones were broken in many places, and bones were visible around the square chip installed in the back of the neck, which was slowly oozing blood.
Seeing Qi Yan nod, Lu Fenghan said in a slow voice: "The rebels' social system is very deformed. Their god is not a personal god, but a single god. Under monotheism, the wise man stands alone at the top of the pyramid. In his eyes, all people are not considered "people", but tools or livestock.
Similarly, the leaders and envoys of the various armies in the privileged class also have contempt for humans, because only this kind of "contempt" can make them psychologically perceive their own uniqueness and gain a sense of superiority."
Therefore, the rebels' messengers would not hesitate to install a chip in the neck of the destroyer's pilot, regardless of whether the pilot died or not.
Because of the huge inequality of status, there is no so-called empathy.
Qi Yan thought again: "Is this also the reason why the Alliance has never thought of peace talks with the rebels no matter what the situation is since their establishment?"
"Yes, if the Alliance surrenders to the rebels one day, then the citizens of the Alliance will be reduced to the lowest level of existence in society - without freedom and thought, without dignity of labor and reproduction machines."
Lu Fenghan rubbed Qi Yan's hair with the tip of his nose, as if approaching a handful of dry snow, and gave the same answer as when he was at Turan Academy, "So, you don't need to know what those people think, Qi Yan, you just need to do what you think is right."
"Okay."
Seeing that Qi Yan was so sleepy that his eyelids were about to close after drinking the nutrient solution, Lu Fenghan stopped talking and suggested: "Go back to the room and take a nap?"
Burying his head in Lu Fenghan's neck, Qi Yan gently bit the place where his artery beats: "No."
"Want to sleep next to me?"
Qi Yan replied softly, "Yeah."
Lu Fenghan compromised, took out a pair of noise-canceling earplugs for Qi Yan to wear, and let him sleep with his head on his thigh.
Although it was not a very comfortable position, Qi Yan held Lu Fenghan's clothes tightly and fell asleep soon.
So next, the person in charge of the logistics department who came to Lu Fenghan to report the amount of ammunition and energy paid, Vincent who handed a pile of documents to Lu Fenghan for review, and Lorenz who returned to the ship to report, all saw Qi Yan sleeping soundly with her head on Lu Fenghan's thigh.
Oh, I see, they are in love, great.
The news spread quickly throughout the ship, and Fantov also heard it.
He was taken away by a robot that suddenly appeared and locked up in a confinement room. He was released only after the war was over.
After he came out, two people from Odin, like him, seemed to be worried about something. They avoided the crowd and warned him not to offend Qi Yan, so as not to get into trouble. They also asked him if there was any way to contact Odin's people and if he could leave the front line as soon as possible.
Fantov was skeptical and just agreed casually. What
he was most worried about was another thing.
While everyone in the technical department was busy repairing the damaged starship and had no time to pay attention, Fantov went to the super optical computer and breathed a sigh of relief -
although Qi Yan used "Nan Dou", he did not find out that he used the optical storage to copy secret data.
What about delaying the military aircraft? It turned out to be a pretense.
Fantov hid the light storage device - this incident made him realize that neither Odin nor the expeditionary command ship was safe enough.
The expeditionary force won this time, but who knows what the next time will be. The data stored in this light storage device is the life-saving talisman he prepared for himself.
After the war, the schedule relaxed.
In the morning, Lu Fenghan exercised in the gravity training room for two hours, at least he used up most of the heat accumulated throughout the night.
Qi Yan was used to snuggling into his arms when she slept, and she stuck to him tightly. It was okay before, but now it was unbearable. However, Lu Fenghan couldn't bear to push him away, so he had to lie down and sleep, saving his energy to vent in the training room. He
picked up the towel and wiped the sweat on his neck. Lu Fenghan looked at the time and estimated that Qi Yan would wake up soon. He grabbed his military jacket and put it on casually, and went to the kitchen.
He finally had some free time these two days and was making jam. According to the recipe that Pojun downloaded from the Star Network for him, he tried several ratios and finally found a taste with the right sourness and sweetness that Qi Yan should not dislike.
After asking about the current time, Lu Fenghan asked Pojun: "Is Qi Yan awake?"
Pojun immediately replied: "The chief has woken up and is in the room."
Lu Fenghan thought for a moment, packed the jam, and took him to the lounge.
The metal door slid open, and Lu Fenghan stepped into the room. He saw Qi Yan sitting by the porthole in the dim light.
The space, which always has darkness as the main color, cast a layer of shadow on his profile, clearly reflecting the lines of his brow bone and nose bridge. From a distance, it looked like a painting with delicate brushstrokes.
Putting the jam on the table, Lu Fenghan approached, leaned over to pick him up, put him back on the bed, and squeezed his slightly cold palm: "Why don't you put on your clothes?"
Qi Yan looked up at Lu Fenghan, his eyes were a little confused, and he answered irrelevantly: "I remember you asked me to wait for you in the room, but I wanted to go find you, so I asked Po Jun, but... I'm not sure if what Po Jun said was made up by me."
The content was confusing, but Lu Fenghan understood it immediately.
Qi Yan's memory was confused and he couldn't tell the truth from the false.
Lu Fenghan recalled Qi Yan's expression: "Just now I have been analyzing which memory is true and which memory is fictional?"
"Well, but I can't tell it apart. The memory content lacks information that can be judged." Qi Yan felt a little cold, and instinctively leaned towards Lu Fenghan to absorb the heat source.
"It doesn't matter if you can't tell it apart. If you don't come to find me, then you just need to stand there and wait, and I will come to you."
Lu Fenghan took the jam and showed it to Qi Yan, "Try it and see if you can eat it?"
As he said that, he opened the lid and took a little and fed it to Qi Yan's mouth.
Qi Yan tasted it, his eyes lit up: "It's delicious, a little sour and a little sweet."
Hearing the word "very" from his picky mouth since childhood is a rare evaluation.
Lu Fenghan thought that he could try something else next time, maybe Qi Yan could have several flavors for breakfast in rotation in the future.
Just as he was thinking, he heard Qi Yan call out, "General."
Lu Fenghan lowered his head and met Qi Yan's eyes.
He had discovered before that when Qi Yan looked at him, he was always very focused, as if he wanted to use his eyes to describe his eyebrows, nose bridge, Adam's apple, and even every inch of his muscle lines and the folds of his sleeves at his elbows, and then imprint them in his heart.
This kind of focus made Lu Fenghan feel happy, and he responded softly with a nasal tone, as if hiding all the tenderness inside.
Then he heard Qi Yan ask, "Do you want to taste the jam too?"
Lu Fenghan had tasted it before, and it should be said that in order to find the right ratio, he had tasted the jam so many times in the past two days that he almost lost count.
He was about to refuse, but when his eyes swept across the tip of Qi Yan's lips, his eyes fixed.
Before Qi Yan could react, he had already pinched his chin and kissed his slightly cold lips.
As their breaths intertwined, Lu Fenghan completely enveloped the person under his body, his skinny arms propped up on the bed, his palms resting behind Qi Yan's head, his palms rubbing the messy and soft hair, forcing the other party to welcome his invasion, and constantly deepening the kiss.
Qi Yan's whole body was trembling slightly, as if the sensitive nerve endings could no longer bear it and were about to collapse, but his body was extremely immersed in the familiar breath that was engraved into his bones.
Their lips and teeth fit tightly together, and in their breath, the male hormones mixed with the pleasant fruity fragrance, Lu Fenghan's voice was indescribably hoarse: "I tasted it, it's very sweet."