dhibooks Chapter 125 Your Guide
Chapter 125 Your Guide
Summer, hot summer.
The scorching wind passed through the shipyard of Star Army Port in the capital, causing the wind chimes at the main entrance to make a crisp sound.A large group of cleaners in white clothes piled up around the Hilo, and the warship that had just returned from a patrol mission outside the Shattered Star Belt carried the soldiers who had sailed for more than half a year back to the resting place in the stable country.
The Hilo will be moored at Dock No. [-] for a month. Since the Fallen Star Belt was included in the empire's territory, there have been fewer and fewer missions for the Dragon Team.Melt's leading role is too strong, and a large number of star thief groups are transforming into legal business organizations.There are fewer and fewer people harassing the safety of the empire, and the targets that need to be attacked by high-end combat power like the Dragon Team have disappeared.
The empire has become so peaceful that even the citizens in the gray area who have not seen the national emblem of the empire for hundreds of years are forced to have a copy of the imperial legal code to adapt to the new order.
Inside the USS Hilo shooting range.
Blazing lights flashed on the empty shooting platform, and the fast-moving flying target was shot down as soon as it entered the field of vision. A guide stood behind the marble cabinet on the platform, with pitch-black hair that fit his face, and a huge negative scope that took half of his eyes. The face is covered, and the combat uniform that fits the figure outlines the figure.Holding the gun with a solemn face, he mechanically pierced through the flying targets one after another.
The door of the shooting range opened silently and slipped through a gap.Leo looked inside with two cups of coffee in his hand, fixed his eyes on the young man in front of the shooting platform, and sighed deeply.
The guide swaggered in with a cup of coffee and looked at the horrifying data on the floating light screen in the distance: an average of 9.7 rings, or is it wearing a negative sight?
Some time ago, Alec made a few negative value scopes from the technical department. It is said that they can adjust different negative states, simulate visual conditions such as mental shock, smoke, and underwater currents, and greatly increase the difficulty of hitting the target. There was a wail.
"Cath, rest for a while."
Leo is really afraid that a certain guide will die from overwork on the Hilo. God knows that since he returned from his post, he has been in an extremely busy state all day long. He doesn't eat well, drink well, and sleep well. Set out missions and training.
Iron Man can't do that, can he?
Sith heard Leo's voice behind him, but didn't stop.His gaze was gloomy and unwavering, and he didn't pause until he finished the set of training he was doing.It's just that Leo was annoyed to find out that someone actually started the retraining operation again.
"You, stop practicing." Leo put the coffee on the table and wrestled the shooting training controller from Sith with all his might, staring.
Sith pursed his lips, put down the gun silently, and picked up the coffee in a good manner.
It's cappuccino.
"I said, it's all on holiday. It's a one-month holiday. Please spare the Hilo." Leo almost knelt down to the workaholic, and he pointed to the scattered headlight above his head and said, "Look Have you reached the [-] lights, you have to turn them on all day long, last time the finance department asked why the daily expenses of the Xianlong group suddenly increased, and almost didn’t allocate funds to us.”
"So the last time the water was cut off suddenly because there was no funds?"
Sith took a sip of coffee and asked lightly.
He clearly remembered the last time he was taking a shower in the bathroom, and the water suddenly stopped halfway through the shower. The guide stood wrapped in foam in the wind for 10 minutes, and finally he could only come out with a wet towel wrapped in it.
"That's not true, it was Alec and Zhuo Ke who blew up the water pipe... No, that's not the point!" Leo really thought about it carefully and said in the middle of the conversation, only to realize that the topic was diverted by Sith again. , said in a moment of frustration.
"I'm fine, Leo." Sith drank half of the coffee in the blink of an eye, as if completing a set task.His voice was still faint, and what he said was not convincing at all-looking at his "I want to become a fairy, don't fucking bother me" face, it is hard to believe that this is sincere.
"You're really bad, you're stretching yourself too tight." Leo took a deep breath, and he said to Sith with a slumped face and gesticulating with his hands. "Go out for a walk and relax, you will go wrong if you do this, the soldier is a high-risk occupation, if you do this..."
"But I will miss him." Sith said suddenly.
Leo was speechless.
He instantly understood the meaning of Sith's words:
I can only fill myself with busyness, I can't be idle, because I will miss him.
Missing is like an eternal curse deep in Sith's mind, and he will come out for a turn whenever he catches the opportunity, and the disturbing person cannot be cleansed.In the beginning, Sith would dream of Kevill every night. It was not a terrible memory, there was no blood and loss, it was just something that happened in Imperial College, real or imaginary: they were running on the plastic playground of Imperial College, talking and laughing as they passed slowly. Walking crowd; Kevill dragged the guide who was unwilling to get up to the library for self-study with a book, and went to have a meal together at night; the first whistle to Sikeville did not miss the appointment, and he even brought a stinky guide to the guide The decompressed kitten gift is soft in the hand.
Or... their wedding.
The wedding was held in a solemn church full of flowers under the eyes of many people. Relatives and friends would come to congratulate him. Kevill put the ring on the ring finger of the guide himself and whispered that I love you.
Dreaming back at midnight, the atrium hollowed out by fear and regret will feel pain, and the illusory beauty will be followed by more intense despair. There is the other half of the double bed that can never be warm, and the marriage certificate side by side.
He stubbornly filled in his and Keweier's names together, and obtained two marriage certificates belonging to them. There was no recent group photo, and the pasting place was empty.
Like his heart.
How much to adapt to the lost time to fill it up, when can the heart beat as freshly as before.
That was the last crazy thing he ever did.
Many people have seen a tiger cat at the gate of the Jones family's ancestral home. Its pupils are sharp and cold, staring at the direction that the person will never appear, day after day.
Sith finished drinking the coffee in the cup, and was about to turn around and continue the next set of shooting training, but was grabbed by Leo.
"Okay, okay, I'm convinced. Then you at least handed in the last promotion file? Alec was urging you early this morning." Leo grabbed Sith's wrist, pleadingly So solemn, I almost called my father.
Sith frowned before he remembered that there was a file to hand in.
"I'll go back to the ancestral home." Sith sighed, finally put down the ill-fated gun, and walked out of the shooting range.
"It's finally gone." Leo watched Sith leave, sighed gratefully, and turned off the switch on the wall.
The Jones family's ancestral home was originally planned to be renovated that spring, but the death of Keweier plunged the whole family into a swamp of despair and grief, with shattered branches and leaves left unpruned, and the summer became a mess of dense virgin jungle .
Fortunately, the gardener at home is still willing to maintain it dutifully, but Nina, who is most in the mood to tend flowers and plants on weekdays, has lost her interest.
"Hello, Master."
"Hello, Master."
Sith trotted across the sycamore road in front of the courtyard towards the ancestral house. The cleaning servants along the way saluted him in a low voice when they saw him, bowed respectfully, and then turned back to do their own work.
It has long been rumored among the people of the Empire that Sith Kevok has actually changed his surname to marry his late legitimate son Kevel Jones, but there is no definite evidence to confirm it.The mysterious love stories of the two are circulating in the market, such as the hero saving the beauty in the flames of war, the hero meeting each other but sympathizing with each other, or the vulgar drama of a domineering officer falling in love with me, Sith himself is very happy to hear.The rumors became more and more outrageous, and Sith didn't think about it.
As for the servants at home, they call him young master in the same way.
The Jones family is different from the outside world. People outside are not responsible for making nonsense, but in the ancestral house, they can lose their jobs if they make mistakes.
Young Madam or something... Let's hold it in my stomach, what if it is really the brotherhood of the empire?
The summer sun was shining brightly. Xi Ya squatted on the stone seat at the gate and turned over to bask in the sun, with her belly facing upwards, her eyes narrowed, and she was about to fall asleep.
"Hey, sleep here and be careful not to be shoveled away." Sith jumped up the steps in two or three steps, and when he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of his mental body enjoying a good time here.
Xi Ya has hardly been awake in the past six months, and fell asleep most of the time. When she was energetic, she would squat on the table and wait for someone, even if the person never came.
Long-term sleep can be classified as a coma, and the willingness to appear in the mental body becomes lower, which directly indicates that the guide's mental state has changed from active to silent. It is actually an extremely serious mental illness, which means that Sith has already Lost interest in touching the outside world.
Sith lightly kicked Xia with the toe of his shoe. Seeing that it hadn't woken up, he simply opened the door and entered the ancestral house.
One minute after the door closed, a pitch-black shadow enveloped Xi Ya, and the sleeping cat suddenly moved its whiskers.
In view of Sith's outstanding military achievements and Vivienne's support for the Xianlong team, the promotion of military ranks has gradually been put on the agenda.In the political change, the Queen's female faction has gained a lot of benefits. Vivienne holds power in her hands, and she is usually majestic in the palace, but she is still a girl in private.
Sometimes, she would bicker with Sith, arguing endlessly about how well done the steak should be.
The corridor of the ancestral house was silent, and all the servants who usually scurry around disappeared. Sith buried his head down the stairs and walked directly to the study.
In half a year, the Jones family has long been accustomed to the existence of Sith. He is now using Keweier's independent study room, which is full of books and notes that Keweier has read before. Beautiful, Sith wanted to imitate and write, but couldn't find the essence after practicing for a long time.
Sure enough, writing by myself is the best, Sith thought seriously when he closed the book and threw away the practice paper.
The small brown-red wool carpet was kept extremely clean, and the sunlight outside the window flowed through the crack of the door, slipping out a golden band of light.Sith stood in front of the door, recalling where his files were kept.
He put his hand on the doorknob, and searched for the key in his pocket - Kevill's study room was usually locked, and he seemed to have a retro romantic concept, with a carved lock and a carved key, which could only be opened by turning it three times to the left.
It's just that the key was not found, and the door opened by itself.
The sunlight breaking in from outside the brown gauze curtain was bright and dazzling, and the fine dust floating in the air dyed the world with a hazy beauty. Sith stood at the door with a blank expression, staring at the desk in the distance.
The golden hair and the sunlight merged into one, and with the opening of the door, it tilted a slight arc, and the perfect body line was warmed by the sunlight, and the dark blue eyes turned gentle and dazzling together.
The sentinel leaned against the nanmu desk, holding a familiar red book in his hand, and asked the guide who had just entered the door with a smile.
"I don't even know, so I'm married."
"Honey."
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