The video request sent by Twenty-Four Pot to parents was quickly accepted.
Two chubby pandas that looked very similar to it appeared on the light screen. The panda on the left was wearing sunglasses and a flowery scarf. She was Mu Guo, the mother of Twenty-Four Pot. The panda on the right was wearing a sun hat and beach pants. He was Twenty Guo, the father of Twenty-Four Pot.
The Guo family has multiplied over the years and has become a very large ethnic group. Mu Guo and Ershi Guo are not related by blood.
Twenty Pots was dozing under the parasol, scratching its snow-white, round belly with its claws.
"Hey, son, your dad and I are on vacation in Hawaii on ancient Earth." Mu Guo looked around while holding a makeup mirror. "Why are you calling us again? Didn't you just call us yesterday..."
She paused, and suddenly realized something with a mother's intuition:
"Boy, has your ancestor's affairs been resolved?"
They had finally applied for a vacation spot in Ancient Earth and would have to stay there for four months. Their calls with the outside world were limited, and they generally wouldn't call to chat when they had nothing to do.
If you call at this time, it must be something important.
Behind the wooden pot, Twenty Pots paused as he scratched his belly.
The two pandas looked at their son eagerly at the same time.
"Uh, Mom, Dad, I—"
Twenty-four Pots touched his round head, and the words that were about to come out of his mouth suddenly got stuck.
What should it say? That it discovered a human who looked like its ancestor?
It has been so long, and so many generations have passed, that no one knows what the human youth looked like or what he sounded like. Only the deep intimacy and attachment that remains in their blood has been passed down from generation to generation.
Before Da Guo died, he said that he would come back, and all the pandas firmly believed it.
Our ancestors loved drinking tea, so they accumulated several tons of tea; our ancestors loved picking up small animals and bringing them home, so they invested in dozens of charity funds for street children; our ancestors loved listening to folk songs, so each of their pandas could sing and play the guitar.
This inexplicable belief sustained them for many years, and they searched again and again... and were disappointed again and again.
Over the years, people have occasionally used the name of their ancestors to deceive people.
Cheating people out of money, fame and fortune is secondary, but every time I have high hopes and then lose everything, the feeling is too hard to bear.
What if it’s not the case this time?
It will go there first and confirm it before notifying its parents and family, so there will still be time.
"No," Twenty-Four Pots denied it faster than it could think. It scratched its head and said, "I just want to borrow my dad's starship. An old classmate of mine in the Chata Galaxy suddenly fell ill, and I want to visit him."
Mu Guo was just asking casually.
Mu Guo sighed and continued to admire his newly bought silk scarf in the makeup mirror. Ershi Guo leaned back in the sand in disappointment, waved his hand and muttered:
"It seems that there are three starships left on the capital star. You can take whichever one you like."
"Okay, thank you, Dad." Twenty-Four Pots was already a little impatient.
Ershiguo buried his head in the sand and nudged it for a few seconds. After thinking of something, he looked up.
"By the way, kid, don't choose the silver-gray one. There's something wrong with the autopilot system. It's not a big problem, but after entering the atmosphere of that planet, it seems to... kid?"
“…”
The video was hung up by Twenty-Four Pot a long time ago.
The couple looked at each other.
The number of phone calls allowed during vacation on Ancient Earth was very limited, and they had already used up all of them.
My luck can't be that bad, right?
On the other side, Tak Star.
After the broadcast ended, Gu Yumian still felt very embarrassed. He buried his face in the little snow leopard's belly, feeling very upset:
“Why did I sing it?”
Gu Yumian liked listening to folk songs and had learned guitar and harmonica for a while in high school, but he mostly just enjoyed it for himself and rarely sang in public. He simply felt a little embarrassed, thinking his singing wouldn't be that good, and he was putting the audience in a difficult position to cheer him on.
The little snow leopard looked at him with its gray-blue eyes, one of its front paws being held by Gu Yumian, and it didn't understand why its human was depressed again.
It obviously sounds good - no, it's quite acceptable.
The little snow leopard pressed Gu Yumian's forehead and made him lower his head so that he could look into those light brown eyes.
The evening breeze blows past my ears.
After a moment, as if possessed by a ghost, the little snow leopard lowered its head and kissed the tip of the young man's nose.
Gu Yumian: “!”
He widened his eyes slightly.
The little snow leopard seemed to be in disbelief at what it had just done. The tip of its tail stiffened, and it looked away, its ears suspiciously burning.
Five minutes later.
Gu Yumian held the little snow leopard's paw pad and gave it a kiss, feeling that his life had reached a certain perfection.
"Tuantuan," he said, contentedly lying on the sofa with the little snow leopard in his arms, putting all the recent depression behind him, "I thought you disliked me before."
The little snow leopard always looked a little tired no matter what he did. When Gu Yumian started to kiss it on the forehead, it would be rejected. It was impossible for him not to be depressed.
Gu Yumian buried his head in the snow leopard's neck and took a deep breath, muttering, "I didn't expect my Tuantuan to be such a hypocrite. Have you always liked me but never showed it?"
The little snow leopard subconsciously wanted to push Gu Yumian's head away, hesitated for a moment, and finally didn't.
It curled up in Gu Yumian's arms, allowing humans to whisper all kinds of soft words in its ears, and it didn't feel it was noisy at all.
Even want to hear more.
As the hours ticked by, Gu Yumian's voice grew smaller and smaller, his eyelids drooped, and the last syllable of his voice spun in the night before disappearing.
So many things happened that day, and Gu Yumian was just talking like this...
Fell asleep.
The little snow leopard first looked at the moonlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling window, then turned his eyes away, stood up from Gu Yumian's arms, and lightly stepped on his chest with one claw.
The young man's breathing was even, and the sound of his heartbeat was transmitted to his palm through his skin.
Gu Yumian was lying in an uncomfortable position, so he unconsciously turned sideways, and his T-shirt was lifted up by the sofa, revealing a narrow, snow-white waistline.
There was only a small night light on in the room, and the arc of light and shadow made people want to reach out and touch it.
The little snow leopard was facing the light, and its gray-blue eyes dimmed a little.
Gu Yumian was lying on the sofa in a slightly tilted position. If he turned a little further, he would fall off the sofa. In his sleep, he subconsciously held the little snow leopard in his arms, and when it was about to hit the ground -
The next second, he fell into someone's arms.
It was an embrace that smelled of tobacco with a hint of cedar. Years of battle had given the man a tall, slender, and powerful build, with smooth, graceful lines from his shoulders to his waist. His pale skin, born of his race, had a texture like some kind of cold jade.
His eyelashes drooped, covering the jewel-like gray-blue pupils beneath them, and emotions surged inexplicably.
He had learned fighting, shooting, military command, and governing a country, but the only thing he had not learned was... how to hold a valuable object carefully.
Shuo Han pursed his lips, and for a moment he was even more nervous than when he faced tens of thousands of Zerg troops alone.
"Gu Yumian." He whispered the name, "...Gu Yumian."
This is his human.
He couldn't tell what strange emotion was boiling in his blood at this moment.
It's the desire to own, to monopolize, to plunder, it's—
A kiss I want to give but I don’t dare to.
He closed his eyes and let out a low sigh.
The lights of thousands of homes outside the window are shattered in the night, and the stars are swaying.
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