Chapter 82 The hat is crooked
The rescue work lasted for half a month and finally came to an end, with countless casualties.
The fleet came and went, and the area was completely blocked off.
Relevant departments held a press conference to explain the situation and expressed deep condolences to the victims.
It has been raining for days without a clear day, and everyone's heart is covered with a layer of gloom.
Panic is quietly spreading, and theories of doomsday recovery are rampant.
No one knows where the next pollution resurgence will occur, or how soon it will occur.
Maybe, maybe not.
Just like no one knows whether the next damn wasteland disease incident will break out in themselves or the people around them.
Just about a week after the press conference, a student died at the military academy.
He is an omega doctoral student who is about to graduate and join the Institute of Wasteland Diseases of the School of Medicine.
He did not die during a field expedition, nor was it an experimental accident.
Two days ago, he discovered that he was showing symptoms suspected of being desolate. He calmly accepted his inevitable death and calmly made a final phone call to his parents far away in New Zealand. He simply said that he was going to participate in a secret research project and might not be able to contact him for a long time, so they should not worry.
Then, under the tear-blurred gazes of everyone in the research institute, he locked himself in the experimental sample observation room and silently connected various observation equipment to himself.
Then he began to lose control and become desolate.
Words flowed across the monitor screen one after another until a critical point was reached. With the last of his will, he swung the scythe of death himself.
The institute now had one more piece of data on complete human body changes from the early stages of the disease to the semi-deserted stage, which had been scarce. It also added data on brain lesions, which he was currently studying but had no samples for.
Professor Shen Bohong, who was in charge of the research project on the wasteland disease, carefully carried his beloved disciple's half-waste body down from the instrument. With bloodshot eyes, he pushed away the shoulders of the hunters outside the laboratory who were armed to prevent accidents, and walked into the anatomy room with a group of researchers and students whose eyes were also bloodshot.
The door was closed.
The leader of the Hunters took off his helmet, bowed slightly to the closed door of the autopsy room with his team members, and turned away with a stern face.
Desertification incidents have become more and more frequent in the past two years, and they still have a lot of tasks to do.
On the table were the personal belongings that Omega took off before going on the instrument.
The captain accidentally knocked something over when he turned around.
He bent down to pick it up and found it was an ID card.
On it is a handsome face wearing glasses and a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Here is his name -
Liu Fengchun.
He tightened his grip on his ID card, gently brushed off the dust on it, and carefully put it back.
Liu Fengchun, what a nice name.
He thought.
Will humanity truly see the day when spring comes again after the dead trees have grown?
I definitely will.
When Chen Luan went to the memorial service to present flowers, Qiao Zhile's eyes were swollen like two peaches from crying.
He personally analyzed his senior brother's vital signs, crying while recording the data, and swore that he would spend the rest of his life with the damned Huanghua sickness.
After graduation, he will stay with Professor Shen Bohong for graduate studies and continue his research on wasteland disease.
Speaking of graduation, Chen Luan pinched his hands and thought about it again and again, then asked Qiao Zhile casually: "By the way, Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling..."
"Did they tell you what they thought?"
"Eh? Didn't they tell you?"
Qiao Zhile blew his nose hard, blinked his swollen eyes and said in a nasal voice, "Jiang Xun wants to join the fleet, but Jiang Ling said he hasn't made up his mind yet."
He pondered for a moment and whispered, "But they have never been apart since they were young, so they should go too."
“…”
The heart that had been hanging in the air for a long time finally sank.
Chen Luan lowered his eyes and looked at the palm of his hand. After a moment, he sighed and slightly curled the corners of his lips.
Should have expected this, right?
From the day they chose the mecha major when they were about to enroll in the military academy, this day might have been the destined outcome.
In the past few years, he has done his best to teach them everything he knows, isn't it just so that if one day they really have to go to the battlefield, they will have more ability to protect themselves?
"Brother Luan."
Qiao Zhile clutched the tissue in his hand and cautiously tilted his head to look at Chen Luan. "You... don't want them to join the fleet? That's the fleet, the dream of every mecha major in the Federation."
"……I don't."
Chen Luan smiled and shook his head.
There was no question of hope or disbelief. They were living people with thoughts and ideals, his brothers and his family, not his possessions or his accessories.
All hopes or hopes are a kind of kidnapping. Chen Luan will not try to control their lives, nor does he want them to give up something because of their own wishes. Otherwise, he will feel guilty and pressured.
Therefore, he will still respect their ideals and choices, just as he respected them when they applied to the military academy.
Chen Luan slowly closed his palms and lowered his eyes.
The watch strap on his wrist, worn for so many years, had some signs of wear and tear, and there was even a mark on the skin of his wrist that looked like a ring mark. The edges of the pendant on his chest, which he had never taken off, had also been rubbed and gradually became rounded. Without the pendant hanging on his chest, he even felt a little uncomfortable.
This is proof of the years he has been in this world, and also the marks left by their true companionship with him.
"I just..."
Chen Luan raised his eyes, not at Qiao Zhile, but at the leaden sky outside: "I will be worried."
They are Chen Luan's only family members in this timeline that does not belong to him. Those eyes full of smiles, deep or shallow, those warmth that rushes into his arms again and again, those shadows projected on the ground that separate and overlap countless times, are the brightly colored anchors that pull him out of the dark gray past.
Chen Luan couldn't be sure if it was love, but the only thing he was sure of was that the two of them were really important to him.
It was so important that once they joined a fleet that needed to frequently carry out high-risk missions, he would be worried all the time.
They were so important that he couldn't accept or imagine that he might lose them one day.
Important to
He would consider even the slightest suspicion as a fault, and would quickly suppress it by himself, like covering his ears and stealing the bell.
That emotion was even more like fear.
He was afraid and trying to avoid the possibility that their relationship would one day become irreparable and irreparable.
What should he do then?
How can one make malicious speculations about something for which there is no evidence?
They are the only family he has.
"Don't worry, Brother Luan."
Qiao Zhile patted Chen Luan's shoulder, imitating his usual manner. "You're so amazing, and the students you've taught are amazing too. The students who come out of your team are all top soldiers everywhere. Look at that Qin...what's his name? He's only graduated a few years ago, and he's already become a team leader."
"Qin Yang."
Qiao Zhile nodded: "Yes, yes."
Chen Luan laughed again.
Ever since being explicitly rejected by Chen Luan, Qin Yang has never said or done anything inappropriate, so Chen Luan has been in occasional contact with him over the years.
Those students who are still active in various departments are constantly proving to Chen Luan that he is competent as a mecha instructor.
He doesn't need his students to produce any outstanding achievements after graduation. For Chen Luan, as long as they are alive, it will make him feel satisfied.
Living to see tomorrow and living to see complete victory in the war is more important than anything else.
Jiang Ling and Jiang Xun passed their graduation physical examinations, and soon the day for taking graduation photos arrived.
The weather has cleared up.
As the chief instructor, Chen Luan was naturally pulled together for the photo.
The white military uniforms were surrounded by a group of young faces in black uniforms, like a group of chicks snuggling up to their adult birds for the last time.
From now on, they will fly to all directions with their wings grown stronger, and start a new life of their own.
The moment the shutter clicks, time is frozen on a thin piece of photographic paper, and the picture that was frozen in reality by the photographer's "3, 2, 1" begins to flow again.
Two identical faces stood on either side of Chen Luan, with their fingers on his shoulders.
Chen Luan stood up and turned around.
The light from the clear blue sky fell on the two people in front of him. Their eyebrows were pressed under the brims of their hats, but at the same time they were looking seriously into Chen Luan's eyes.
——Like the countless times we looked at each other before.
So hot that it's scorching.
Before being pulled in for the photo shoot, everything happened as Chen Luan expected. He saw Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling's Pioneer Fleet pre-registration form in the system.
At that moment, he suddenly understood why Jiang Mingming cried like that when he joined the mecha team.
He couldn't help but think of the kids he had sent out of training and never came back.
He found that he was extremely afraid that Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling would also disappear one day and never come back.
Just like when he lost his sister.
However, now the two of them were standing in front of Chen Luan, and he said nothing.
The sun, which was gradually becoming scorching hot with the arrival of midsummer, climbed up to his fingertips. The wind passed through the three of them. Chen Luan simply raised his hand and gently placed it on the brims of his brothers' hats.
"The hat is askew."
After the long and boring graduation ceremony, Chen Luan went back to the office to work overtime. When he came out, it was already dark.
The skytrain station spewed out groups of people. Young couples walked hand in hand through the bustling streets. Students in school uniforms ran and laughed under the bright street lights, accidentally knocking over the vegetable basket carried by an old man, then apologized with a blushing face, picked up the basket and returned it to the old man before running away.
Chen Luan was driving. The car was quiet and silent. The hustle and bustle of lights and the crowds of people were all blurring past the window.
But he didn't feel alone.
He knew that someone was waiting for him to come home.
——Although there are two large stuffed animals at home that are so clingy that even Chen Luan is a little distressed.
Like now.
As soon as Chen Luan got home, he didn't even have time to change his shoes before an alpha pounced on him and knocked him against the door.
"You said you were supposed to finish your work so we could go back first. But what size of a tail would you need to finish now? A dinosaur tail?"
The clean scent of the alpha hit him in the face. A pair of arms wrapped around Chen Luan's waist, trapping him between his chest and the back of the door. His warm breath fell, "It's getting dark, Chen Luan."
"So who left me the dinosaur tail?"
Chen Luan sneered and tore off some of the alpha stuck to his body. "Some people's files are full of disciplinary records. They are about to be filed after graduation. Don't I need to deal with them? Go get me a glass of water."
"If you don't go home, it would be easy for you to order me around."
Jiang Ling tightened her arms a little, leaned over and kissed Chen Luan on the corner of his lips, and curved her eyes: "I understand, Teacher Chen."
"Don't make noises in the house, get out of here."
Chen Luan kicked the alpha on the calf, changed into slippers and threw himself into the sofa.
A cup of warm water was handed to me, and the sofa beside me sank slightly.
Chen Luan sat up and took it, taking a sip and swallowing it: "Where's your brother?"
"Want to know?"
Jiang Ling came closer, half of her body almost pressing on Chen Luan, and raised the corner of her lips to reveal half of her sharp canine teeth. She said slowly and slowly: "If you take the initiative to kiss me, I will tell you."
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