Chapter 35
Xia Liu was originally making a travel guide for her friends, but was seduced by this video. After receiving a message from her friend, she began to passionately recommend it, feeling guilty:
[Baby! Look at this! This couple is so cute! ]
Zhu Sui glanced at the video cover. Because it was edited casually and in a stream-of-consciousness style, Chu Zhao did not use Zhu Heng and Wei Qi as the video cover in a high-profile manner.
There was only a flower on it.
The assistant happened to be talking to her, so she didn't open it immediately. Instead, she connected to Jingwei with her mental power and sent a voice message:
"Yeah, I'm busy. I'll see when I'm done."
Xia Liu knew at a glance that Zhu Sui must be struggling with her teacher's light metal hybridization in the laboratory again, but she didn't care and enthusiastically joined the ranks of urging for updates. When she saw the alarm ring, she remembered something and sent Zhu Sui another message:
"I'll prepare the guide right away. Don't forget to rent the airship. It's the peak tourist season now and tickets are hard to buy."
"Yeah." Zhu Sui had already arrived home when she replied. Her assistant, or rather her personal soldier, saw that Zhu Sui was always reading the research materials in her hands, so they did not disturb her.
It was not until she stepped off the spaceship that the guards whispered to her, "The Marshal set out three hours ago and is expected to arrive at the Central System at noon the day after tomorrow."
"What else?" Zhu Sui stopped. Knowing that the personal soldiers would not be so bored as to remind her of her brother's return home, he also reminded her. "Has public opinion been affected?"
Sure enough, the guard hesitated for a second before answering, "The marshal brought back a third-class citizen."
Chu Zhao made an appointment with the agent who was selling the titanium lightweight apartment. It wasn't that she didn't want to buy a local house that was built of bricks and tiles like in her previous life and landed on the ground, which made her more familiar.
In this era of war and survival of the fittest, the houses on the ground have become so desolate that they are no longer habitable. Moreover, Chu Zhao had been staying in the Internet cafe and did not go out. She did not dare to lower her head when she was on the flying ship. Now, through the light brain science popularization, I know that she lives in the sky as high as 100 meters!
There was no faster way to reach the ground than rappelling. Considering that there was now a mechanical ground, Chu Zhao chose to continue his high-altitude journey with tears in his eyes.
The agent was so eloquent that he almost persuaded Chu Zhao. Unexpectedly, at the last minute, Chu Zhao was attracted by a transparent building that looked like a 21st century flower exhibition area.
She stood on the bluestone slab outside the door, touched the transparent glass and exclaimed: "It's so beautiful!" She immediately decided: "I want this!"
The agent looked hesitant, which made Chu Zhao a little nervous and suspicious. He looked at the glass greenhouse again, ahem, and then at Route 121, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? Aren't you selling it?"
The agent smiled awkwardly: "It's not that we don't sell it, it's that it's been reserved." He added: "And it's paid in full."
It turned out that a wealthy man already owned it, so Chu Zhao had to give up with regret. Unexpectedly, after looking at several other buildings, the only shadow of the glass greenhouse was still in his mind, and he had no intention of choosing any other house.
She negotiated with the agent for a few words, and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the other party promise to help her ask the owner to see if he was willing to give up the house.
I had nothing to do, so I opened my main account and the newly registered Lingbo account to see if there were any new comments.
The Universe Network gives many preferential treatments to anchors. If they are not broadcasting live, they can just hang the pseudonym account under the curling smoke. So she threw away all her previous concerns and read the comments under the new pseudonym with interest.
I saw someone say:
"Third-class citizens and marshals are not a good match, okay? I admire you people. You will kowtow to everything."
Chu Zhao raised his eyebrows.
It seems that there was no response. After a while, the person who posted the comment posted another one: "Even if they really have feelings for each other, the military and the conference court will definitely not allow it (speechless)"
"Then the meeting will come forward to change her identity. Let's see if that third-class citizen will still insist. It is forbidden to endanger the public security of the Nebula. This is written in the Nebula Law. Do you think these feelings and love have much weight in front of a general with the rank of marshal?"
Someone else echoed: "That's right, Marshal Zhu can say that he was deceived by her. These third-class citizens are here to exchange their nationality. It's so funny. They can make Xingyun give in by seducing a senior general. I think these low-class citizens dare to *because they are spoiled by the conference court (content has been blocked)"
The words at the end became garbled, but even if Chu Zhao couldn't see it, he could guess what was written at the end.
It seems that the people of Nebula generally have a lot of opinions about Wei Qi or the third-class citizens represented by Wei Qi. It reminds her of the wealthy parents in the rich novels who gave the heroine five million to leave their beloved son, cough cough cough.
Wait. Chu Zhao's eyes lit up, and then her heart began to itch uncontrollably, and even her fingers were out of control. When she came to her senses, she had already connected the editing door and was wandering in the ocean of materials.
I even have a preliminary idea of what kind of materials I want.
Until the optical brain loaded a special reminder that the number of comments that day had reached one thousand.
Chu Zhao suddenly came to his senses: Wait, what was the last video she updated on her account? Thinking of the comments urging her to update, she felt guilty for a second, but then she comforted herself, "Enjoy life while you can, enjoy life while you can, and she cooked as soon as she had food, which was also responsible to the audience."
It’s not shameful to ship a couple!
So Xia Liu quickly went through her and Zhu Sui's parade strategy, and confirmed the airship's berthing location with Zhu Sui. After logging onto the Universe Network with anticipation, she saw "The host you follow has not updated the interface yet" and a small message in the lower right corner of the secondary account Lingbo's homepage:
The video is under review.
There is food!
Xia Liu immediately became excited and called Zhu Sui to watch it together. Then, while waiting for the video to load, he clasped his hands together and muttered:
"I am willing to spend a month of mental stabilization training in exchange for candy in this video. It must be candy! Woo!" After the video was released, Xia Liu screamed, her eyes flashing wildly, and she did not forget to remind Zhu Sui:
"Look, look! Here it comes!"
Zhu Sui frowned, glanced at his mother's message, closed the conversation page, and then turned to the holographic interface in immersive mode.
I looked up, but was stunned.
That is, big brother?
In the video, Zhu Heng was sitting in the audience seat for senior generals. In the long and narrow cabin, there were only him and Pei Shiyun. Ying Ying was sitting by the porthole, looking at the scene outside the window. The others were leaning against the door.
The face of the senior general who was speaking was blurry. One could only vaguely see that he was wearing a platinum military uniform, with short platinum hair that was equally flamboyant and unbridled. He was sitting with his legs crossed and spoke in a frivolous voice. Zhu Sui compared it with his memory, but didn't recognize who it was.
".That's the story."
The video seemed to have been cut off from the first half, so they only had time to hear the ending. The white-haired general smiled and said, "Marshal Zhu, what do you think after listening to this?"
Everyone else was looking at Zhu Heng. Pei Shiyun was also looking at him.
Zhu Heng turned his gaze and said calmly, as if he had not heard the story before: "Even if you don't need to use a story to emphasize the necessity of a stable mental connection for the soldiers of Nebula, everyone here knows it well. Nebula restricts the marriage of senior generals not for control, but for safety."
Zhu Sui looked at the big brother in the video.
"If it is true as Your Excellency said, that she voluntarily stopped the wrong behavior of confusing genes, then it would be a good thing for both Xingyun and her."
It was watertight. Zhu Sui still didn't know what the story was, but he could sense the dissatisfaction in the sneer of the white-haired general. He seemed annoyed that his elder brother supported not mixing genes.
She frowned.
But soon, the general applauded and praised Marshal Zhu Heng for his impartiality in public. Then he changed the subject and said, "The science and technology museum to be opened this time is ready. After you have rested, follow me."
He smiled and said, "We have prepared a surprise for you, especially Marshal Zhu." A surprise. These words lingered on his tongue, like some kind of ominous signal.
But the three marshals had been through many storms, so they stood up without changing their expressions. When they entered the sedan, Pei Shiyun said, "I went to see the flowers for you once, and they are still in full bloom."
He looked outside the car and said to Zhu Heng, "Don't worry."
"Woo." Zhu Sui heard a sudden sob coming from the other end of the communication. His eyebrows jumped and he was pulled back into the immersion mode.
Zhu Heng: "That's good."
[It was a morning many years ago.] The elevator arrived, but before the door of the elevator opened, white text appeared without warning, covering Zhu Heng's figure, and the video suddenly changed.
The light turns into cold light.
Zhu Heng got off the ship and took off his combat jacket. Before he entered the door, the adjutant looked at him and hesitated to speak, but he acted as if he didn't see it. The man who had always been cautious and restrained had something on his mind.
The voice from inside the door seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Before he could even nod his head in greeting, he said, "The meeting court decided to give her a promotion."
Zhu Heng paused.
Zhu Sui, who had always felt his eyebrows beating secretly, finally realized something and moved his fingers slightly.
The voice continued: "Let's go now. You can also see her off."
The moment he heard the voice, Zhu Heng turned and left!
However, in that deep door, which the author did not give any picture of, it seemed as if there was a pair of eyes that had been staring at him since he got off the ship. The shoulder straps of his military uniform were shining, and the pair of eyes were still following him like a shadow.
Her eyes reminded him the moment he boarded the ship: "You can disobey. If there is a gap in the South Region that will keep you busy once, it can happen a second time. And this decision was agreed upon by all members of the meeting court, and she did not object."
He bit his eyes very hard when he read the last few words.
"Zhu Heng, don't forget who you are."
Zhu Heng did not look back. He closed the cockpit door without saying a word, turned on the driving system, and then browsed the nearby parking spots. But at a certain moment, he turned off the navigation and did not go to any of those parking spots.
"Li Shu." Zhu Heng: "Return to the private ship."
The marshal's private ship has a separate berthing area. Logically, after the meeting court solved such a big problem, it should let Wei Qi leave quickly, but Li Shu didn't know why, the marshal was sure that she was there, and he also found her.
A few meters away, Wei Qi was standing outside the ship's hatch.
Zhu Heng walked over, pulled her into the private ship, closed the door, and then silently bent his head to kiss her.
Zhu Sui, an outsider, was shocked by the kiss, but Wei Qi pulled his hand down as usual, waited for him to calm down, and looked up: "Are you done?"
"." The silent breathing was louder than the collision of clouds and mist stirred up by the star stream outside the porthole. Zhu Heng said hoarsely: "I don't have the face to keep you."
It was that kiss! Xia Liu opened her eyes wide, and her fingers squeezed the doll until it wilted, but her eyes were still fixed on the video.
Wei Qi still didn't say anything, just let Zhu Heng perform his one-man show like a bystander: "Liuguang, drive back." Liuguang is the name of this private ship.
He closed his eyes, his emotions having calmed down a lot. "I said I'll leave it to you."
Wei Qi really drove the ship back and saw what was here.
Everyone understood, this was the reason why they separated in the first video.
Someone was gossiping in the background. "A private ship plus a chance to renounce citizenship, who wouldn't say this is a good deal?"
"I just happened to save him. I didn't know he was the marshal of the Southern Region when I saved him. Even if the region has rebelled, you can't treat us like fools. Can you? If the Council Court continues to be so confused, be careful that third-class citizens will come to the senior generals to make trouble."
"Marshal Zhu Heng is really something. I hope he can see the true face of this woman after knowing this." Someone muttered, "She was moved by a woman who was declassified. Her love is so cheap."
But Zhu Sui turned her gaze to Wei Qi in the video and thought, is this really the case? Would her elder brother really go against the family for such a person? She didn't think so.
But Wei Qi in the video was still very determined. The audience watched her from choosing the destination to saying goodbye, without looking back once. So the audience who expected Wei Qi to have her own difficulties were also disappointed.
Only Zhu Sui was thinking about something, until a certain scene from Wei Qi's daily life flashed by. Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively connected to Jingwei to trace back and analyze the scene:
The second half of the video confirmed her sharpness. She was not mistaken. The thing in the glass window was Big Brother's private ship.
The timeline returns to the present.
Pei Shiyun walked out of the car: "There is one more thing I want to remind you. She sold Liuguang."
"There are many military secrets about the ships of senior generals, so they were not sold to private individuals, but to the Academy of Sciences."
It was nothing more than the surprise the other party had just mentioned. Zhu Heng also thought of the deliberate provocation in his previous words, as if he was looking forward to seeing him lose his composure. But just like Zhu Heng who was so calm and dignified when answering the provocation, Zhu Heng's expression now was calm:
"Once it's given away, it's hers."
As the setting sun shone over, Zhu Heng turned his head, half of his face disappearing into the night. He said calmly, "You can do whatever you want with it."
They were visiting the academies of other alliances. The provocative white-haired general was in the lead, introducing their scientific research results in a proud and casual manner. The three marshals didn't pay much attention.
It was only when passing the ship area that Marshal Zhu Heng stopped and looked in. Through the glass porthole, he could see the long and familiar ship quietly moored there, and fifteen years had passed since the donation.
Zhu Heng's eyes did not move, and he was ready to listen to the frivolous laughter of the white-haired general. Unexpectedly, what he said was another result:
"Ever since we opened up the human experimentation law, we have been trying to break through the continuity of the relationship between psychic connection and genetic anchoring. Through genetic experiments, we have explored the possibility of non-psychics becoming psychics—"
Zhu Heng raised his eyes suddenly.
The white-haired general still smiled and introduced lightly: "When non-psychic people come into contact with psychic people, the fluctuation curves and physiological reactions of brain waves affected by psychic power are among the things we are studying. Everyone, please take a look at our results."
"This is aminomorphin that we extracted from a woman. This substance combines the secretion properties of the hippocampus and the mental brain. When injected into different individuals, it can produce the same brain reaction. You can think of it as the entity of memory. It is analyzed by the fluctuation of the brain after these memories are generated."
The white-haired general tapped a screen and said, "We can study the genetic confusion effect of non-psychics on psychics."
Marshal Ying Ying asked: "After the aminomorphin is extracted, can the memory still exist?"
The white-haired general smiled and finally looked at Zhu Heng: "No."
It turns out that he did not turn himself into a psychic through genetic experiments, but only provided this part of the memory and turned the memory into an analysis sample.
It turns out that I had been planning for so long just to tell him this: No.
Marshal Zhu Heng stood by the glass window, looking at the light inside calmly. No one could tell what his mood was.
The white-haired general seemed to have obtained a satisfactory result. He was very flamboyant in the second half of the journey. Until he sent them back, he stepped half a foot into the sedan and looked at Marshal Zhu Heng:
"For a third-class citizen who never married, he gave away his most important private ship and sent his personal soldiers to escort him silently for so many years, only to find that not only did he sell the ship, but his memory was also wiped. Marshal Zhu Heng must be very frustrated, right?"
The others were about to get angry when they heard this, but Marshal Zhu Heng and Marshal Pei Shiyun stood together and didn't even glance at him: "Today's sharing is very useful."
The elevator stopped, he stepped out, turned around and nodded to the white-haired general: "Thank you."
The white-haired general sneered: "Too much for face."
Marshal Pei Shiyun was about to leave, but he looked at the white-haired general again and stood still: "Nebula passed the gene confusion bill because of historical background. Now Nebula is stable. I will vote in favor of the anti-gene confusion bill at the meeting next week."
He nodded. The white-haired general's expression changed for a moment, but he remained gloomy and closed the door of the car.
Xingyun set off to go back. They were seated as usual. Marshal Zhu Heng, like last time, sat by the porthole with Marshal Ying Pei, looking at the scenery outside the window.
Pei Shiyun: "It is difficult for an individual to resist the power of Xingyun."
Zhu Heng didn't look back: "I know."
Pei Shiyun turned to look at him. "If you want to go, I can take you there."
Zhu Heng: "Since she has already made her decision, why should I persuade her to change her mind? You don't know that after being deregistered, her treatment will only be upgraded. People who come into contact with spiritual power still need to wear bracelets. For her, this benefit is completely useless."
Pei Shiyun retracted his gaze. "Maybe there is something more important to her."
What is more important?
Marshal Zhu Heng closed his eyes as the ship flew over the rebellious area. Flying clouds, mist, sinking stars and rubble swept across the hard surface of the porthole. The seemingly vast starry sky could not even harm a single ship.
Zhu Heng suddenly said: "She didn't have to do this."
The background music began to play like a wave. It was a spring rain, or a breeze in the bamboo forest that washed away the dust. But in Zhu Heng's ears, it was probably more like a vague memory.
Everyone said that it was impossible for a psychic to connect with a non-psychic, but in the past few years, when he missed her very much, he could occasionally see some memories.
That was when aminomorphin had not yet been extracted, and the human body transcended its genetic and mental instincts, and it was very accidental, with only tens of seconds of resonance in decades.
It is the resonance between her and him.
Wei Qi sat on the sofa in Zhu's house. Zhu was very smart and did not talk to her about leaving the country. He only said one sentence: "Protecting the nebula is the responsibility of the traitor."
"Miss Wei Qi, you should admit this."
After Wei Qi said "hmm", the person in the background suddenly sped up his speech, repeating the same sentence over and over again, "Gene confusion will affect the stability of the mental connection of senior generals, which may be fatal on the battlefield."
"Even though it is a peaceful time now, the possibility of war cannot be ruled out."
"How could Xingyun allow him to set this precedent?"
"The influence of non-psychics on psychics is still unknown and we cannot grasp it."
And the last sentence: "If you agree, we can denaturalize you and send you to any star system right now."
Zhu Heng closed his eyes.
In his resonance, he could see the afternoon when she made the decision. Time was moving forward at twenty times the speed. She just stood up.
Standing in front of the French window, she looked at the prosperous floating city and the ships coming and going in the central galaxy. In her mind, she saw them on the garbage planet, and he single-handedly killed countless Zergs and saved those children.
He was injured and covered his abdomen while calmly handling military affairs. He also asked Li Shu to shield the situation from his subordinates and others so as not to see it and shake the morale of the troops.
When he became a military academy student, he attracted attention from the whole school because his father and grandfather were both marshals.
During the league, he barely won the first place in the league because of a strain on his face during training and a scratch at the last minute.
Those clips are so messy, but so vivid.
He watched her sign the agreement without much hesitation in those clips, then put the agreement and the pen in the drawer of the silver-plated table, turned and walked out of the Zhu family, patting his cheek with a relaxed look.
He always knew that she didn't have him in her future plans.
But when he really saw her making the decision, what emerged in his mind was the scene of him fighting the Zerg and recovering after being injured. It was when she said that was his mission that he signed the contract, and he stopped breathing in pain.
The white-haired general was no longer on the ship, but he was still sending research reports relentlessly. Zhu Heng turned his head and could see the physiological reaction of the non-psychic who was disguised as the person with the number 212 on the paper report when he came into contact with the psychic.
Common symptoms include: dilated pupils, accelerated heartbeat, slightly increased breathing rate, increased body temperature, and local overheating of the ear.
Diagnosis: Captured by the psychic's mental power, producing heart-beat-like physiological impulses.
The starry sky covered Zhu Heng's eyes like a black ribbon.
If she didn't like him so much, she wouldn't choose to forget everything between them because of his future.
If she could like him a little more, she would not be willing to forget these memories completely.
When he left Liuguang to Wei Qi, Liuguang had not yet undergone a new transformation. It was the only original ship among all the ships that could be connected to the old human history and allowed her to control it.
The nameplate inside the donation cabin reads: Panxin renovation is 80% complete.
History will eventually pass. No matter how precious and rare the resonance between him and her was, the fact that he had obtained after more than ten years, and the assumptions that he dared not make, will eventually become history.
It's all over.
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