After exhausting myself to death

Commander Mo guards the Azure Dragon Legion all year round. As the only double S-level talent in the alliance, he sometimes has to go to the other three legions for support.

He shoulders the heavy responsibility of human life and death and will not leave the border easily. Only at this time of year, if conditions permit, he will leave briefly for half a month.

The Emperor Star is located in the middle of the Alliance territory, far away from the frontline battlefield. Even with the fastest starship, it takes ten days to get back and forth.

Therefore, every time Mo Hongxue came back, he could usually only stay for three or four days. After returning, he had to make up for the backlog of official duties.

Such a long journey, such a tiring journey, was just to celebrate the birthday of his beloved child.

This deed was widely reported and was even used as a topic for college admissions essays in a certain year, which is not very sad.

The robot butler opened the door and summoned a small flying scooter for the guests. Shangchi immediately said "Wow".

There is no deep-seated hatred among teenagers, so if Mosnian and others apologized seriously, Shang Chi would not be resentful.

"Isn't it spectacular?" Yan Ji's face was filled with envy, "Every time I come to S Nian's house, I really want to switch parents with him."

The scale of this birthday party was not large. Only some friends and classmates from Moss Year were invited. There were all familiar faces, so everyone was relatively relaxed.

Shang Chi nodded repeatedly and sighed excitedly: "This is the first time I know that someone has to use a flying mobility device at home."

"What's this? There's something even more surprising. Come on, I'll introduce it to you." Yan Ji proudly led the way, as if this was his home.

Decorative ribbons were hung on the green plants on the roadside, and the dome inside the house transformed into a colorful sky. It looked a little out of place with the overall house. It was obviously preparations for this birthday party.

As the master, Mosnian spent the whole day preparing at home. Lu Zhiyi accompanied him while Yan Ji went to pick up Shen Minghuan and Shang Chi.

Yan Ji took advantage of Mosnian's absence and laughed loudly: "It's too childish. It's blue and purple, and there are balloons. It looks like a seven-year-old child."

"It's obviously very warm!" Shang Chi and he each held different opinions and started to argue.

Yan Ji took a moment to ask, "Hey Minghuan, why don't you say anything?"

Shen Minghuan is not such a silent character.

Shen Minghuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to his senses and explained with a serious smile: "It's so beautiful here, I forgot to say anything."

This was said so perfunctorily that anyone could tell that he was lying.

"Ming Huan?" Shang Chi approached Shen Minghuan and carefully looked at his expression.

He promised in a low voice: "Brother, I promise you, sooner or later, I will give you a birthday party like this!"

"Okay." Shen Ming agreed with a smile.

Shen Minghuan's birthday is four months later, and the old man who picked him up made it his birthday on the day he found him.

I was poor when I was a child, so I never celebrated my birthday.

Later, I met Shang Chi at the age of four, and Shang Chi would say "Happy Birthday" to him on that day.

When the two of them are older, Shang Chi will save his pocket money to prepare gifts for him and plant a flower for him in Xingwang Plaza.

When I was a kid, I couldn't afford flowers and I wrote an IOU carefully. It was only this year that I slowly made up for it.

Mos Nian's birthday party is carefully organized, and a large sum of money is invested every year. Mo Hongxue and Mo Hexuan, who are far away in the army, will also try their best to come back to accompany him.

Even Shao Kunyao, who had always been cold to him, would be willing to sit down and cut a piece of cake for him.

The date itself has no meaning.

Because it is taken into consideration, it has weight.

——The birthday celebrated by "Shen Minghuan" is not his real birth date, and neither is the year of Moss.

——Today is the original owner’s birthday.

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Yan Ji led them through the small garden to the main banquet hall.

There are already many people in the hall, all teenagers of similar age. Most of their faces are very familiar. They are either classmates of the First Army or they have seen them in military exercises.

Soft and graceful music was played in the banquet hall, and energetic young people walked through it, chatting and laughing.

Yan Ji skillfully greeted them and pulled Shen Minghuan and Shang Chi out of the encirclement with difficulty.

"Ming Huan, you are so popular." Yan Ji glanced at him sadly.

Shen Minghuan just smiled slightly when he heard this.

He seemed to be a little distracted today, and even Yan Ji, who was not very familiar with him, could see that he was abnormal.

Yan Ji scratched his head and took the two of them to the food area.

"Don't be unhappy, come on." He covered his chest happily, "Dessert can cure everything!"

The pastries of various colors are exquisitely made and arranged in an exquisite manner. The air is filled with a slight sweetness, making people salivate just by looking at them.

In the interstellar age, except for nutrient solutions, all food is expensive.

This small cake uses the best raw materials and has high nutritional value. If it is made into a nutrient solution, it can be enough for one person to eat for a week.

But if you only pursue the taste, the resulting cake will only last two bites, not to mention filling you up, and it will barely fit between your teeth.

Yan Ji stuffed the whole cake into his mouth with an "Ah woo" and praised inarticulately, "Sure enough, waste is the greatest luxury."

"Yan Ji, Ming Huan, Shang Chi."

At the intersection of lights, Mosnian waved his arms, "I'm here!"

Next to him stood a tall and upright young man with a cold face and a serious expression.

Yan Ji shrank his neck and explained in a low voice with fear: "That's Second Lieutenant Mo Hexuan, Si Nian's eldest brother. He just doesn't like to talk. Actually..."

Mo Hexuan glanced at them expressionlessly, and Yan Ji instantly regained his memories of his time in the legion. He shuddered: "Forget it, let's just say hello and leave. It's a bit scary."

"It's okay, I don't feel terrible." Shen Minghuan defended him.

Yan Ji led them forward slowly, and said with a grimace: "Master Shen, of course you don't think that you and the principals of the six major military academies can talk and laugh happily, but please be considerate of us mortals, great genius."

Shang Chi liked to hear other people praise Shen Minghuan the most. He smiled proudly with his hands on his hips: "It's okay, little Yanzi, we'll protect you."

Mo Hexuan knew Yan Ji, but Mosnian did not introduce him. "Brother, these two are the classmates I told you, who just entered our school not long ago. They are students of Principal Xie Xu, Shen Minghuan, and His brother Shang Chi."

Shen Minghuan slowly raised his head and met Mo Hexuan's gaze.

Today, he did not wear the fox half-face mask that he liked recently. Instead, he put on the first white mask that he had not seen in a long time, which completely covered his entire face, revealing only a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

"It was Ming Huan who saved me at the border before." Mosnian looked slightly guilty and looked at Mo Hexuan's expression carefully, "I'm sorry, brother, I know I was wrong."

Mo Hexuan was indifferent and only nodded slightly: "I've heard of you, Shen Minghuan, S-level mental power, genius commander."

"Excellent." Shen Minghuan rolled his eyes, "I've also heard of you, the youngest second lieutenant and the future legion commander."

Perhaps because he had been trained to military standards since childhood, Mo Hexuan grew very tall, and Shen Minghuan only reached his shoulders.

Two people, one tall and one short, stood facing each other. They were in the same prime of life and had the same high spirits, which inexplicably gave people a similar feeling.

This feeling comes from temperament and has nothing to do with appearance.

Mosnian noticed Yan Ji's restraint. He turned his head as if asking for permission: "Brother, can I take my friends for a walk first?"

"Your birthday is up to you." Mo Hexuan said concisely.

It was just a cold word "birthday", but Mosnian seemed to hear Mo Hexuan gently wishing him "Happy Birthday". His face was suddenly filled with uncontrollable joy, and he looked stupid, "Let's go, Let’s go find Lu Zhiyi, he’s on the second floor.”

Yan Ji nodded eagerly, "Okay, okay."

He felt like he would turn into an ice sculpture if he didn't leave.

Shen Minghuan hesitated for a moment, "You guys go first, I want to have a chat with Second Lieutenant Mo."

He looked at Mo Hexuan: "Is it okay?"

Mo Hexuan still looked cold, and was slightly surprised when he heard this, but did not object.

"Then I..." Mosnian was uneasy. His eldest brother was a bit difficult to get along with. Is it okay to leave Ming Huan alone?

Yan Ji spoke first: "Okay, you guys chat, Ming Huan, we will wait for you on the second floor. If you don't know the way, remember to contact us using the optical brain, and we will come find you."

"Ming Huan, I'll accompany you." Shang Chi spoke without hesitation.

Shen Minghuan smiled and said, "Brother, go play with them. I'll be here soon."

"But……"

Shang Chi wanted to continue talking, but was suddenly pulled to stagger by Yan Ji next to him.

Yan Ji grabbed Shang Chi with his left hand and Mos Nian with his right hand, dragging them away forcefully, "I say to this worried brother Shang, please give your brother some private space, please?"

Then he leaned over and whispered to Mosnian: "Maybe Ming Huan wants to recommend himself? How can he be embarrassed to say it when you are here."

Mo Hexuan thought the same way. He didn't like this kind of backdoor approach. He was willing to waste a little time just for the sake of Mosnian's face.

His expression became colder and colder, "What do you want to tell me?"

"Why do you keep a straight face?" Shen Minghuan hated the irony, "You obviously care about you Si Nian, why don't you say a few nice words? If you continue like this, you will lose such a good brother."

[That’s it, well done host! ] The system praised loudly.

The reason for the deviation of the plot this time is the Mo family's more surging love for the original owner.

They should have gradually let go of the pain of the past over a long period of time, and were moved by Moss's filial piety, care and dedication over the years, and regarded him as their own.

Mosnian wanted to find out the truth and vindicate Tang Chaoyan, so they tried their best to help. The financial resources of the Shao family and the power of the Mo family are enough to solve many problems for Mosnian.

However, for some reason, they are steadfast in this world.

Mo Hongxue is okay, and he still loves Mos Nian a lot, but compared to the original plot, it is more like a love and care for a friend's child, with a slight estrangement in his care.

And Mo Hexuan, who was supposed to be the most doting and the most disrespectful, also treated him particularly coldly.

Shao Kunyao was very worried about what happened sixteen years ago. Although she would not be angry with Mos Nian, she would pretend that he did not exist and would not even say a few words even if they lived under the same roof.

The system re-read the plot and confirmed: [As long as you persuade them to be good to the protagonist, the protagonist will naturally grow up quickly with their help and love. In the future, with the talent of A-level mental power, he will first take over the command of the Blue Dragon Legion, Finally became the chief conductor. ]

Reproduce the glory of Tang Dynasty Yan and make an exception for the alliance again.

Shen Minghuan vowed, "Aren't you still worried about me completing the task?" ]

The system thinks so. Although the first two worlds are a bit strange, the mission completion rate is 100%, and the protagonist even grows better than in the original plot.

"You're standing up for him?" Mo Hexuan frowned, his aura even more terrifying. "Why would you, an outsider, interfere in our brothers' affairs?"

Shen Minghuan seemed not to sense his impatience, and said seriously, "I'm afraid that you, the lieutenant, will regret it."

"Regret? In your opinion, what did I do wrong to Mo Sinian? As a brother and an elder, I believe I have done nothing wrong. If you are talking about the border incident, I handled it impartially. I have no guilt about this." Mo Hexuan's tone was calm and firm. He didn't want to pay attention, but since Shen Minghuan would say such things, he thought Mo Sinian must have misunderstood.

After all, he is half a brother, so it doesn't hurt to explain.

Shen Minghuan sighed and shook his head in a mature manner: "Second Lieutenant, what fairness can we talk about between relatives? What we want is preference."

"For example," he paused and pointed to the cakes on the table: "If there is only one small cake left, you will give it to Mo Sinian; if Mo Sinian and I fall into the water at the same time, you will save him first; if he is in danger, you will give up me without hesitation... This is preference."

Shen Minghuan smiled, "You obviously think so in your heart and do so, why don't you tell Sinian? Isn't it a waste of misunderstanding for him?"

Mo Hexuan was in a trance for a moment, he was silent for a moment, but did not deny, "What can you know?"

"Wrong." Shen Minghuan said with a smile: "I know more than you think."

"...Boring." Mo Hexuan left with a wave of his sleeves.

After he left, Shen Minghuan slowly tasted the small cakes of various flavors.

Although people don't eat in the interstellar era, their cooking skills have not fallen behind. With the assistance of various high-tech, the most extreme deliciousness of ingredients can always be brought out.

Shen Minghuan is very satisfied.

The birthday party had not started yet, so the food area was not open yet. If it weren't for Yan Ji leading them, they would not be able to enter this place now.

Surrounded by flowers and colorful silks, surrounded by fine wine and delicious food, and softly sprinkled with warm yellow-orange light, it should have been a lively and noisy scene, but there was only Shen Minghuan here, which made it seem particularly desolate.

Shen Minghuan calculated the time and estimated that it was almost time, then he raised his feet and walked upstairs.

Perhaps worried that Shen Minghuan would get lost in the house when he first arrived, Mo Sinian and the others did not walk very far.

Shen Minghuan saw them as soon as he reached the second floor.

Shang Chi was also absent-mindedly looking at the stairs frequently, and his eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Shen Minghuan's figure. He jumped and waved: "Minghuan, here, here."

Shen Minghuan paused, and walked over "pretending to be nothing", but anyone could see that he was distracted for a moment.

In addition to Lu Zhiyi who had already reunited, there was also a handsome man standing around them.

The man looked somewhat similar to Mo Hexuan, but less sharp and angular, looking more reserved and gentle. He didn't look like a decisive soldier, but more like a graceful scholar.

"Ming Huan." Mo Sinian's smile was much more obvious than when he faced Mo Hexuan just now, "This is my father."

Shen Minghuan's fingers trembled, and he lowered his eyes and said politely: "Commander Mo."

According to today's average life expectancy, Mo Hongxue is in his prime, but for some reason, you can vaguely see some frost on his temples. He doesn't look old, but only reveals the vicissitudes of life. At first glance, he is a man with a story.

"He's Si Nian's friend, just call me uncle, no need to be so distant."

Mo Hongxue's temper is much better than Mo Hexuan's. He smiled gently: "Commander Shen who shined in the military exercise, right?"

Shen Minghuan was a little surprised: "You actually pay attention to these little things?"

"Si Nian is also involved, how can Uncle Mo not pay attention?" Yan Ji flattered, "Everyone in the alliance doesn't know that Uncle Mo loves Si Nian. Uncle Mo is the best father in the world."

Mo Hongxue didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Slippery tongue."

Yan Ji, Lu Zhiyi and Mo Si Nian grew up together, and Mo Hongxue was much more casual with them.

"You are a little celebrity, of course uncle has heard of you." Just like praising other people's children, Mo Hongxue said with three parts of sincerity and three parts of politeness: "It is lucky for Si Nian to have a friend like you. If he does something wrong in the future, please bear with him."

Shen Minghuan pursed his lips and promised solemnly: "I will."

Mo Sinian smiled shyly, "Minghuan, don't listen to what my father said. You are a few months younger than me. If you want to take care of me, I should take care of you."

But after saying goodbye today, their relationship should return to the past, avoiding each other.

Mo Hongxue rubbed his head lovingly, "Okay, you little guys play by yourselves, I guess you can't let go if I'm here."

"Goodbye, uncle." Lu Zhiyi and Yan Ji said goodbye obediently.

Mo Hongxue smiled and nodded, turned and left, and stopped after taking two steps, saying sideways: "Happy birthday, Si Nian."

Mo Si Nian smiled: "Thank you, father."

They watched Mo Hongxue walk around the corner. Yan Ji poked Mo Si Nian and said with emotion: "No matter how many times I see it, I still think Uncle Mo is really good to you. When can my dad learn from it and stop deducting my pocket money at every turn."

Lu Zhiyi also nodded in agreement, "I thought Uncle Mo would not come back this year. Hey Si Nian, Uncle Mo didn't end the war before this time just to celebrate your birthday?"

"How can it be so amazing? Do you think the Zerg are vegetarians?" Mo Si Nian refuted, but looking at the smile on his face, he knew that he was very happy.

Yan Ji teased: "That's hard to say."

Shen Minghuan looked meaningfully in the direction Mo Hongxue left.

If being unable to get out is a disease, this seemingly normal Mo Hongxue is much more seriously ill than Mo Hexuan.

Commander, who personally killed his own son, can you really tell who he said "Happy Birthday" to?

Shang Chi on the side felt Shen Minghuan's concentration, recalling that this man's appearance was similar to Mo Hongxue and Mo Hexuan under the mask, and wrinkled his clothes uneasily.

[Host, are you thinking about something bad? ] The system thinks that it also knows something about the host.

Shen Minghuan categorically retorted: "It doesn't happen, do I look like I will do something bad?" ]

How boring it would be if Mo Hongxue couldn't get out, why should everyone in the world be unable to get out?

The everlasting bright moon will erase a lot of pain, but the name Shen Minghuan should be an existence that time will never fade away.

The system thought seriously for a moment and said guiltily: [Sorry host, I misunderstood you. You will never do bad things. You are the most good person in the world. ]

[that's right. ] Shen Minghuan agreed, [Xiaojiu, you really understand me. ]

The system puffed up its chest proudly. Yes, although there were some problems at the beginning, it was still a good system that knew the host very well!