Chapter 21 Estrellas deslumbrantes

"What did you say?" Gu Bingchen had just come down from the stairs when Chu Wanyue, who was sitting at the dining table, gave him some bad news, "Did that idiot really find the person?"

Chu Wanyue's face looked a little ugly. When she went to find the base commander in the morning, she was told by the secretary that it was Mu Weixi who found the unconscious Xu Huili in the Huayuan community and brought him back without saying a word. He

even came back two days earlier than them.

Thinking of Mu Weixi's smug face and innuendo, Chu Wanyue couldn't suppress the murderous intent in her heart.

Gu Bingchen walked to the living room and sat down, his expression calm, no emotion could be seen: "If we find it, we find it, this mission is over."

"As for Mu Weixi?" A trace of chill flashed in his eyes, "He should actually pray, pray that he doesn't fall into my hands."

He really doesn't like to shout and kill.

But everything has a tolerance limit.

"Where are Tang Yichao and Long Yilan?" Gu Bingchen just noticed that there were two people missing in the villa.

When it comes to Long Yilan, Chu Wanyue's expression is not natural. She just came back from outside and didn't know where the two went.

Jiang Yunqi was sitting leisurely in a chair by the window, reading a book. There was a cup of steaming water on the small round table in front of him. Hearing this, he looked up and said lightly: "Alan is an active person. She is curious about many new things. Yichao saw that she wanted to go out and play, so he pulled her out."

"Wanyue just left, and the two of them left right after her."

Chu Wanyue: "No wonder I didn't see them. Tangtang should have taken Miss Long to the market."

Gu Bingchen glanced sideways. The morning sun was not as dazzling as at noon. The curtains were half-drawn, and thin sunlight penetrated through the gaps and gently sprinkled on the young man. He was reading with his head down, his long black hair casually scattered on his shoulders, revealing his handsome face.

The sunlight shines through the curtains, casting a faint halo, illuminating his focused expression immersed in the sea of ​​books.

This scene is beautiful but unreal.

At that moment, Jiang Yunqi seems to be not from this world.

Gu Bingchen suddenly feels a little flustered. This feeling comes inexplicably. He involuntarily walks forward and sits opposite the young man.

The faint sunlight is blocked, and a shadow is reflected on the book. Jiang Yunqi raises his eyes, and his dark eyes look at Gu Bingchen, with a hint of doubt and confusion in his eyes.

"What time...did you get up?" Gu Bingchen didn't know what he was doing here. He glanced at the light blue under the young man's eyes and frowned, "Did you have a nightmare again?"

Jiang Yunqi was slightly stunned: "I woke up at six o'clock. I'm used to it."

He avoided Gu Bingchen's question and gaze, and returned his gaze to the book. However, he didn't turn the page for a long time, and the square words on it gradually blurred.

Gu Bingchen guessed correctly. Last night, he fell into a nightmare again.

But this time, the scene was no longer a front-line battlefield with corpses everywhere and blood flowing like a river.

Instead, it was the night before the marshal's death.

"Ayun, you shouldn't have come back." The old marshal was seriously ill. He touched Jiang Yunqi's head with his rough and thickly bandaged hands. His tone was weak and his voice was hoarse. "You are not suitable for the empire, and the empire is not suitable for you."

"Marshal, you know, everything I do is not for the empire, but for the people." Jiang Yunqi held the old marshal's hand. He was still wearing combat uniforms, his hair was messy, and there were a few small wounds on his face.

He rushed back from the front line non-stop just to see the old marshal for the last time.

Tears seemed to flash in the old marshal's clear eyes. He said nothing, but sighed softly, patted his shoulder, and said gently: "Go back, the front line still needs you."

These short words seemed to have used up his last strength. As soon as the voice fell, the raised hand slammed heavily on the bed, making a dull sound.

Jiang Yunqi knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and said nothing, like a lifeless puppet.

If someone could lean over and take a look, they would find that his eyes were red, bloodshot, biting his lips tightly, and bean-sized tears silently overflowed, crossed his cheeks, and dripped on the ground.

"...Marshal..."

After a long time, a sad sob that was suppressed to the extreme was finally heard in the ward.

Jiang Yunqi stood up with a shaky body. The front line still needed him and he couldn't fall down.

The interior of the empire had long been rotten and decayed. The death of the old marshal would only make it go to destruction faster. The seemingly gorgeous and prosperous empire was already crumbling.

And he would try his best and risk his life to protect the tens of billions of people in the empire.

This is his mission, his belief, and the old marshal's greatest expectation for him.

Wiping away his tears, Jiang Yunqi walked out of the Marshal's Mansion and took a deep look at the place that provided him and raised him. Finally, he put away all his emotions, jumped onto the airship, and returned to the front line.

He needed to become stronger.

"Jiang Yunqi? What's wrong with you?"

The voice came from far away, a little vague and a little hazy. A few dark shadows passed by his eyes, and Jiang Yunqi came back to his senses.

"What's wrong?" His throat was dry, and his voice was low and suppressed.

Gu Bingchen frowned, his face solemn: "I asked you what's wrong, and I kept calling you but you ignored me."

Jiang Yunqi turned a page of the book, and put away all the emotions in his eyes: "Nothing, I was just thinking about what this book wants to express."

"What book?" Gu Bingchen leaned over and saw the golden font printed on the white cover, "The Scream? You are actually reading this."

He leaned forward to see the content of the book clearly: "Diary of a Madman, don't you understand it?"

"I understand a little." Jiang Yunqi closed the book, picked up the hot water beside him, and took two sips.

Not only did he understand it, but he also felt the same way.

Isn't the empire also "eating people"?

The sentence "Save the children" written at the end of the article was also his silent cry.

Gu Bingchen looked straight into Jiang Yunqi's eyes. He noticed the sense of incongruity again. He glanced at another English book on the round table. He suddenly thought of something and asked, "The day I rescued you, I saw a line of weird writing on your clothes. What kind of font is that? I have never seen it before."

Jiang Yunqi subconsciously glanced at his left chest. There was a nameplate on his combat uniform, with one line of Chinese characters and the other line of interstellar terms.

In the empire, the people's common communication and written expressions still use the Blue Star characters from two thousand years ago, but they have been simplified.

The old marshal is knowledgeable and has studied the old Blue Star Chinese characters, so Jiang Yunqi also likes it.

Therefore, except for a few rare characters, he can read the Blue Star characters from two thousand years ago without any obstacles.

Hearing Gu Bingchen's question, he pursed his lips and looked away: "That is our star...Xing Village's unique characters." And most of them are only used in military and political affairs.

"Oh? Really, how do you read it?" Gu Bingchen's heart surged with some interest, his eyes deep.

Jiang Yunqi hesitated for a moment, and surrendered under Gu Bingchen's curious gaze, moving his lips and reading a string of pronunciations that he couldn't understand. Gu

Bingchen: “???”

Finished?

Why does it feel like chanting a spell?

He extinguished the novel fire in his heart, sat back in his chair, picked up the English book, and when he opened the first page, he whispered: "Estrellas deslumbrantes."

"Huh?" Jiang Yunqi didn't understand what he was reading.

"It's okay, just read yours." Gu Bingchen raised a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

Jiang Yunqi bent his slender white fingers, tapped the paper lightly, and repeated in his mind what Gu Bingchen had just muttered.

He said that he has strong learning and imitation abilities.

It was almost time for lunch when Tang Yichao brought Long Yilan back from outside.

As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the sofa. He

collapsed on the sofa and didn't move.

How could someone have more energy than him? Tang Yichao was so tired that he didn't even want to open his eyes.

And his eldest brother was still ruthlessly driving him to the kitchen to cook.

Oh my God!

Do you want him to live?

Tang Yichao drank a sip of water, and after catching his breath, he dragged his tired body towards the kitchen with no desire to live.

"Okay, you go and have a rest. I'll cook some instant noodles."

In the kitchen, Chu Wanyue was already cleaning up the garbage on the table. The instant noodles were cooked in the pot. There were not only eggs and ham, but also vegetables in the sink!

"I went to the points store today to exchange for two lettuces. It seems that the price has dropped." Chu Wanyue washed her hands, broke the crisp and fresh lettuce and put it into the pot, stirred it twice, and turned off the fire.

These vegetables are cultivated aquatically by the research institute. They are much smaller than the vegetables grown in the soil before, not as sweet, and expensive. One head of lettuce costs 200 points.

Therefore, most survivors prefer to exchange for cheap and filling grains.

Vegetables are a luxury that only wealthy people can afford.

Tang Yichao took the initiative to bring the pot out of the kitchen and put it on the dining table.

He was hungry for the whole morning and buried his head in the food.

There were many people at the table. After eating, Chu Wanyue put down his bowl and chopsticks and began to talk about the information he collected this morning.

"Captain, do you still remember the brother and sister last time?"

Gu Bingchen nodded: "Yes, the two idiots who were looking for soil and almost got wiped out."

"I heard that the soil is gone." Chu Wanyue looked solemn.

Earth-type psychics cannot create safe, pollution-free soil out of thin air. Even the water condensed by water-type psychics cannot be drunk too much, as it contains trace amounts of viruses. It is best to boil it before use.

Therefore, the pile of safe soil for planting has become extremely precious. Logically, it should be well protected by the research institute.

However, it was stolen yesterday.

"Did they find out who it was?" Tang Yichao burped.

Chu Wanyue shook her head: "No, but they suspect it was done by outsiders."

When she said this, her eyes occasionally looked at Long Yilan.

All the survivors who came in yesterday were checked, and soon, the patrol team would find them here.

Lunch had just ended, and Tang Yichao was still washing dishes in the kitchen when there was a knock on the door outside the yard.

Chu Wanyue walked out, opened the door, and got what she said.

There were five people standing outside the door, led by a short-haired woman in a white coat and a short-haired man in black.

The man was the leader of the patrol team, named Gao Yuqing. Chu Wanyue had met him twice and they were just nodding acquaintances.

As for the other short-haired woman, she didn't know her.

"Someone, take her away."

Without waiting for Chu Wanyue to say a few words of greeting,

the short-haired woman had a cold face and pointed her finger at Long Yilan who was leaning against the door.