Chapter 52 I guess you can grow roses
I took a nap and woke up to find it was already night. It was completely dark, and with the planetary shield closed, I couldn't see any stars. The curtains weren't drawn, and the searchlights standing high on the harbor's edge shone into the room, casting white light on the sheets and outlining raised shadows.
Yu Nianqing was awakened by the light, and got up to walk to the window, facing the cold light.
The spaceship's windows are one-way mirrors, so people outside cannot see inside, but those inside can see what's happening outside.
The planetary protective shield was shut down, leaving a large number of spaceships stranded in the port. After many days, the spaceship owners seemed to have formed good friendships, gathering in small groups on the ground, arms around each other, drinking and chatting happily.
Although she couldn't hear the sounds outside from inside, Yu Nianqing could imagine the hustle and bustle outside the spaceship.
He went into the bathroom to take a shower.
I turned my head and saw the familiar bottle of hair oil on the sink.
After taking a closer look, the hair oil seemed to have no signs of having been used.
With so much hair, she wouldn't only use one drop each time, would she?
Wow, Captain Heng is really frugal.
However, there was no soap in the soap dish next to her; she probably took it with her.
I wonder if she's had a chance to take a shower these past few months.
After showering, he left the room, still damp, went to the driver's seat, found the two robot vacuum cleaners that had been turned off under the chair, and released them.
The buzzing sound of the engine added a touch of life to the almost deathly silent spaceship.
Yu Nianqing imitated Heng Xing, crumpled a piece of paper and threw it forcefully into the corridor, watching the robot vacuum cleaner huff and puff as it spun around in place and then turned around to chase after it.
The two robot vacuums will even collide, struggling to decide who will clean up the crumpled paper on the floor.
That's interesting, like having two puppies.
Looking at the two fake robotic puppies, Yu Nianqing thought of the emperor's black leopard.
I heard from others that the leopard died of old age five or six years ago, and the leopard now is a mechanical pet.
But not only the Empire, but the entire intergalactic world has no mechanical pets with such a high degree of realism, so some people suspect that it was a leopard that was replaced.
The terminal vibrated. He thought it was Chi Qingyi again, but after glancing at it casually, he found that it was Heng Xing.
I excitedly clicked on it.
[Captain Heng (personal note): Warm colors look better in interior decoration, Mr. Yu, what do you think?]
[Captain Heng (personal note): [Photo]]
[Captain Heng (personal note): Of course, your preference is more important. Perhaps we can find a few designers.]
She attached a photo.
The photo shows a dark and cold universe, with the only bright spot being the reflection of metal on the back of the mecha in front.
Yu Nianqing replied with a smile: "[Looking at all warm colors for too long can get boring; a harmonious blend of warm and cool tones is much more pleasing to the eye.]"
Five minutes later, there was still no response in the dialog box.
My initial enthusiasm waned, and I went through the chat history again, occasionally doubting my internet speed and repeatedly scrolling up and down the chat window.
She is very busy.
Yu Nianqing clearly recognized this.
He shouldn't keep bothering her.
Yu Nianqing suddenly felt a surge of joy, realizing that she could take this time to design and decorate their home.
In a few months, perhaps when Hengxing returns, he can move in directly with the space button and the mecha.
He posted on an interior designer's website, looking for several top designers with different styles.
Lately, everyone has been quite idle. Some are going to work diligently, while others are staying at home. With the industry in a slump, they are eager to find a job to earn some money. They have all abandoned their former pride and are quickly taking on orders, addressing each other as "client boss".
Yu Nianqing sent them the floor plan of the villa, and only wrote "mainly warm colors" in the requirements, then let them do as they pleased.
He went back to his room and did yoga for two hours. After a quick shower, he climbed into bed and lay down, enveloped in the light scent of roses, which made him feel very safe.
Captain Heng still didn't reply to his message.
He slept for quite a long time in the afternoon, thinking he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again, but his powerful biological clock still pulled him into sleep.
The first thing he did when he woke up the next morning was to check if Hengxing had replied.
No.
But those top designers had already sent him preliminary design drafts.
It seems that everyone is having a tough time lately.
Click on the first living room designed by a designer.
The walls were bare and gray, with a bright red fireplace. The low, dark-colored table and wooden chairs with straight lines looked very uncomfortable to sit on. A chandelier without any decoration or pattern hung from the equally rough ceiling, which was also made up of straight lines without any patterns.
It's too plain, like it wasn't decorated at all.
[Yu**: Hello, didn't I request a predominantly warm color scheme?]
[Designer Mr. Cai: Hello sir, this is the latest style, it's very popular...]
[Yu**: ……]
A new message suddenly popped up at the top of the virtual screen; it was from Hengxing.
[Captain Heng (personal note): Good morning, Mr. Yu. I don't understand those things either, I'll listen to you.]
[Captain Heng (personal note): [photo.jpg]]
[Captain Heng (personal note): Do you want to eat insect meat? It smells really good when roasted, and it's crunchy. I'll bring you a leg when we get back.]
The photo shows several black insect legs, with white, firm insect flesh peeking out from the broken ends, steaming hot.
It does look quite fragrant.
Yu Nianqing frowned and replied: [No, thank you.]
He was unable to overcome his disgust and fear.
On a whim, he forwarded the designer's images to her, asking, "[Captain Heng, what do you think of this style?]"
She still didn't answer immediately.
Once he got used to it, he wouldn't feel particularly disappointed. Instead, he was somewhat looking forward to Captain Heng's opinion after seeing the design draft.
Then, he clicked back into the chat box of the designer surnamed Cai.
[Yu**: I'm sorry, we may not be suitable to continue our cooperation.]
[Designer Mr. Cai: Okay, Mr. Yu, looking forward to the next collaboration.]
Yu Nianqing got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, without immediately switching to their chat interface.
Only after he sent the toothpaste onto the toothbrush did he use his free hand to pick up the terminal and look at other people's design drafts.
[Designer Mr. Cai: Damn, you know what? I just ran into some idiot who doesn't understand art at all, a complete bumpkin.]
Was this sent to the wrong person?
Yu Nianqing calmly took a screenshot to preserve the trace, without issuing any warnings, and immediately logged out and reported him to the official customer service.
I sent him my reply only after I had made the report.
[Yu**: I'm sorry, Mr. Cai, I don't have time to listen to your troubles~]
The other party immediately withdrew the message and sent another one.
[Designer Mr. Cai: Sorry, wrong person, hahaha.]
Yu Nianqing found it amusing and didn't reply to him. Instead, she started looking at the design drafts sent by the next designer.
Hengxing's next reply came the following morning.
[Captain Heng (personal note): Good morning, Mr. Yu. Ah, do you like this?]
[Captain Heng (personal note): After C15 was invaded by the insectoid beasts, various energy guns and cannons were used to blast everything in sight in order to fight back. At that time, all the houses on the planet were in this style.]
She spoke tactfully, yet with remarkable insight, she grasped the essence of the battle-damaged style.
Yu Nianqing smiled and sent her the two design models that she truly liked.
One room has a country style, with warm-toned walls, a soft floral sofa, and a table lamp with its own floral lampshade. Through the thin, light-colored lace curtains, you can see a lush green garden.
One style is natural, with brown rattan chairs and flowers and plants everywhere, creating a free and vibrant atmosphere.
The mainstream aesthetic favors sophisticated urban commercialism, but he prefers this warm, lighthearted, and free atmosphere.
Just as he disliked the cold structure and mechanized decorations inside the spaceship, he ordered a seed and potting soil delivery, preparing to grow a small garden inside the spaceship from scratch.
Hengxing's next reply came two days later.
The designer would come to urge him every half day and ask for his thoughts.
Yu Nianqing felt that she was more anxious than them.
On the first noon when Hengxing didn't reply, he calmly baked himself a loaf of bread and drank some fragrant rose tea.
On the first night that Hengxing did not reply, he stood outside the window watching others play cards, and then fell asleep peacefully amidst the scent of roses.
On the second noon when Hengxing did not reply, he felt strange, but he could accept it.
On the second night that Hengxing did not reply, he kept browsing the StarNet for any rumors, and then his biological clock drove him to sleep.
On the third morning that Hengxing did not reply, he sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the terminal, lost in thought. His heart was filled with tension and anxiety, and his brain was almost shut down.
Fortunately, the ordeal didn't last longer; Captain Heng finally replied to him around noon.
[Good afternoon, Mr. Yu. I've been very busy the past few days. Of these two, I prefer the first one; the lace is beautiful!]
Seeing her reply, Yu Nianqing leaned back and lay on the bed. The fear that had gathered in her heart like dark clouds dissipated, and a bright sunny day arrived.
fine,
She's alright.
Last night he dreamed that he was sitting in an empty villa, and the warm decor around him could not soothe his lonely and broken heart.
Oh, right, she likes lace?
Black, openwork, and covered in lace.
She'll like it.
After opening a bottle of nutrient solution to fill his stomach, he walked to the small flower bed at the end of the corridor that he had just partitioned off yesterday.
I took a picture of the flat surface of the basin and sent it to her.
[Okay, let's start with the first one. I planted some flowers in the spaceship, guess what they are?]
Two days later, in the morning, Hengxing replied,
I guess you can grow roses.
Author's Note: Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants with nutrient solution between 2023-02-09 22:55:54 and 2023-02-10 21:36:49!
Thank you to the little angel who threw the landmine: Book Famine Old Lady (1 person);
Thank you to the little angel who watered the nutrient solution: Wisteria (3 bottles);
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
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