The strong female soldier's face was full of traces of time, and her gray hair had lost its luster and no longer had the smooth appearance of the past.
Zhu Yuanqing sat on a bench in the garden, looking unhappy as Unor took away the chocolate cake he had hidden with great effort, and angrily tore off a leaf at hand.
“That’s not fair.”
"The objection is invalid." Unor said as he put the plate on the small table next to him.
It's obvious that he's physically weaker as he gets older, but he's still thinking about these things all day long. This time, I don't know where he hid such a big piece, and it slipped out when I wasn't paying attention.
Zhu Yuanqing turned his head away from him and was gently patted on the shoulder by Wu Nuoer: "There is another little bug cub in the Feiqi family. Do you want to see it?"
"Another great-grandson?"
Zhu Yuanqing turned his head and saw a round white egg. He sighed, "I don't know if it's male or female."
He and Unor had no intention of having a child between them. Many years ago, because they had no children for a long time, they were forced to have a physical examination by the Xiongbao Association. It turned out that they were both the type who had difficulty in having insect cubs.
Insects that cannot give birth to offspring are a taboo in this society. Fortunately, the two of them just happened to get together. Now Xiong Baohui is at a loss, and no longer tries to provide Zhu Yuanqing with female servants, either openly or secretly. He has completely lost his voice.
The eggs in the photo looked round and cute, but Zhu Yuanqing and Wu Nuoer didn't feel envious at all. They just chatted for a few words and then changed the subject.
The sunshine in the garden was warm. Zhu Yuanqing squinted his eyes to bask in the sun and heard the insect next to him say two words softly.
"Qingqing?"
Zhu Yuanqing's half-closed eyes suddenly opened and met a pair of exceptionally deep eyes.
Those eyes were exceptionally deep, the ink color within them was bottomless, and there was a strong and indescribable emotion in them, like joy and reluctance.
Zhu Yuanqing's pupils suddenly shrank, his body froze there like a stone statue, and he muttered a name.
"Xiao Jing?"
Those eyes suddenly smiled, and the joy in them climbed from the bottom of the abyss to the pupils, and held his hand.
Unor, or rather the person under this body, opened his lips slightly to speak, but then a cold and dangerous light flashed across his eyes and disappeared in an instant.
He looked at the person who was stunned and unable to react, his eyes softened: "Qingqing."
"I wanted to talk to you more," he sighed, "but unfortunately time doesn't allow it. I have to leave soon."
"Then you...!" Anxiety flashed in Zhu Yuanqing's eyes. A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling rushed into his heart, and he subconsciously held his hand.
"Jingyuan." The man touched his eyes comfortingly, the tenderness and affection in his eyes almost overflowing. "My name is Jingyuan, Jing for Xiaojing, and Yuan for abyss."
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember." Jing Yuan seemed to sense his confusion and covered Zhu Yuanqing's eyes.
"You look so old now, it's too ugly. Qingqing, please don't look at me too much."
Zhu Yuanqing couldn't help but laugh twice: "But we are all the same, so doesn't that mean I can't even look at myself?"
"Clear and natural is always beautiful."
Beyond Zhu Yuanqing's sight, Jing Yuan's eyes were dark and his shoulders were trembling slightly. "Sorry, I have to go."
The corners of his eyes were stroked by rough fingertips. Zhu Yuanqing held his hand tightly and was about to speak, but found that he could not make any sound.
[System prompt: After detection, host 007 has stayed in plane 683 for longer than the specified time. Directed teleportation will be carried out in ten seconds. Please prepare for the task.]
Why at this time?
[Ten, nine, eight...]
Zhu Yuanqing hurriedly pushed away the hand blocking his view, but was pushed down by the other hand.
No! No!
What is our relationship? Have we known each other before? Why are you following me...
Zhu Yuanqing had too many questions to ask, but his throat felt like it was filled with molten iron and he couldn't utter a word.
"Don't worry, Qingqing." The man held his shoulders and held him close to him with one hand. "See you in the next world..."
【…Two, one, start transmitting.】
etc!
The silent cry was blocked in his chest, and the male insect's eyes closed powerlessly.
The body in his arms lost its life and fell limply onto Jing Yuan. He then lowered his hand that was blocking Zhu Yuanqing's eyes and pulled aside the golden hair that was blocking the male insect's forehead.
Looking up at the still clear sky, Jing Yuan's lips curled up into a sarcastic smile: "Master System, is this all you can do?"
A sudden burst of thunder rumbled across the cloudless blue sky, dark clouds rolled, and lightning quickly gathered. Many frightened Zergs looked up at the sky in surprise, then lowered their heads to see the homepage notification on the Star Network about the death of the former marshal and his lord.
The rain came down in torrents.
The portal opened and Zhu Yuanqing came out. He walked towards the office of the director of the Dog-licking Department without looking around. Even 007 beside him almost couldn't keep up with him.
It didn't dare to say a word, just followed from a distance, watching its host being rejected.
There was a sign half the size of a palm hanging on the door of the office, with the words scrolling across the screen - "On vacation".
Zhu Yuanqing lowered his eyes and looked at the three words for a long time with unclear meaning. When 007 couldn't help but want to say something, he turned and walked in another direction.
[007, how about the appointment at the clinic?]
[Oh oh.] 007 quickly checked his schedule, [It's already been arranged, I can go now.]
Zhu Yuanqing was carrying the wind along the way, with a very low frown on his face, and a lingering low pressure on his body. Many people and systems who originally wanted to say hello on the road secretly withdrew their hands.
What's going on? What could have made Zhu Yuanqing, who usually has a good temper, become like this?
After passing through a series of identical corridors and a courtyard full of flowers, the lobby of the clinic is right in front of you.
After confirming the appointment at the front desk, Zhu Yuanqing knocked on the familiar door.
"Come in."
The sound inside is clear and pure, like a spring breeze, warm and gentle.
Zhu Yuanqing pushed open the door, and Dr. Jiang, who was sitting on the sofa, pushed his glasses up: "Long time no see, Mr. Zhu Yuanqing."
He gestured to the seat opposite and said, "Please sit down."
007 had disappeared automatically, and now there were only the two of them here. Zhu Yuanqing sat down on the sofa and pushed over a cup of hot cocoa that had been prepared long ago.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." Doctor Jiang said with a smile, "Let's just chat casually. I heard you were temporarily transferred to the "Dog-licking" department. How have you been doing recently?"
Zhu Yuanqing originally wanted to say it was okay, but the words that came out of his mouth became "not bad".
Doctor Jiang's smile deepened when he heard this unusual answer: "Then it seems to be quite good indeed."
"Do you still have nightmares now?"
Zhu Yuanqing paused his hand on the cup holder and whispered, "I've been losing consciousness again recently."
Doctor Jiang frowned slightly, and then heard Zhu Yuanqing ask, "I suspect there's something wrong with my memory."
Zhu Yuanqing raised his head and looked at the other person's increasingly serious expression: "No, I should say, I'm sure there's something wrong with it."
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