Star Dome: The opening made Black Tower regret for life

It was 7 o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark outside the window. The dim yellow halo of the street lamp shone into the room through the gauze curtains. The clinic was quiet, with only a few gentle and even breathing sounds.

Jiang Fan opened his sleepy eyes. It was quiet in the room. He turned his head to one side. The sheet Dan Heng had slept on was flat and smooth, with no wrinkles at all. As for March Qi and Xing, they were still huddled together and napping. There was a slight snoring, and Natasha and Clara disappeared.

Dan Heng woke up early as he expected. His daily morning practice of marksmanship was almost unbeatable, but he didn't know about Natasha and Clara. They must have gone to prepare breakfast, right?

He stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, and suddenly felt a little emotional in his heart. He thought that he used to be a person who danced to the sound of chickens and got up at dawn, but what he practiced was not guns or Tai Chi, but holding a gun in his mouth. Holding bread, eggs and milk in her schoolbag, she rode her bicycle to school like a Hot Wheels, just to complete her homework and avoid being nagged by the teacher.

While Jiang Fan was thinking wildly, a high-pitched wake-up call suddenly sounded, and the melodious sound of the trumpet suddenly floated in the quiet room. March Qi's brows instantly frowned, and he subconsciously covered his ears with his hands.

Jiang Fan sat up from the bed expressionlessly and walked to Xing's pillow. He turned off the alarm on her mobile phone in front of her bedside. Xing, who was sweating and looking like a dead pig, suddenly had the urge to blow the phone on her face.

This feeling seemed to take him back to his college days. At that time, there was a roommate in the dormitory who was like this. His mobile phone alarm was always 6:50 every day, but this alarming alarm never woke him up. , they were turned upside down by this alarm ringtone, which made people want to smash him. The key is that the ringtone of this guy's cell phone is very earthy. It's either the most dazzling ethnic style or the drunken butterfly. They all belong to That kind of square dance area type.

Jiang Fan tugged at the corner of his mouth, but in the end he did not put the phone in Xing's face, but placed it on the medicine cabinet next to his pillow. When he opened the door and walked out, he pulled up the quilt for them to cover it. The great spring sunshine is revealed.

The moment he opened the door, the faint smell of rust rushed into his nostrils. Panyan Town was built underground, so there was no sunlight or too much air circulation. This smell of rust always permeated the town and never dissipated. , even if there are green potted plants planted in some places, it will not help. After all, the wrist cannot twist the thigh.

In the large open space in front of the clinic, Dan Heng waved his hands to hit the clouds in a graceful and elegant manner. Swaro squatted behind Clara and combed her hair. Natasha was not here and she didn't know what she was doing.

Residents nearby were applauding excitedly, shouting something like, 'Little cold-faced green dragon, we will always support you' or 'Qingbao can fly with confidence, and the dragon powder will always be with you'.

The door creaked open, and Clara subconsciously turned her head to look over, with a hint of surprise in her pupils. She walked down the stairs, stopped in front of Jiang Fan and greeted him with a waxy nod: "Jiang Brother Fan, good morning."

"Good morning, Clara, where is sister Natasha?" Jiang Fan gently put his hand on Clara's head and messed up the hair that Shivaro had just combed for her.

"Sister Natasha went to prepare breakfast for Brother Jiang Fan, and Clara was waiting for Hook. Hook said that the Mole Party was going to play hide-and-seek together, but Clara didn't seem to know what hide-and-seek was..." Clara nibbled He pursed his lips and squinted his eyes like a kitten being stroked.

Shivaro sat silently on the steps, with the comb put aside. His red compound eyes looked up and down at Jiang Fan and Clara. There was actually no one in the huge database that matched what he was thinking now.

"Hook? Has that girl made an appointment with you?" Jiang Fan pinched Clara's little face, and his eyes stayed on her bare white feet, "Where are the shoes I bought for you yesterday? Why are they still bare? Feet?"

"Well... Clara likes those shoes very much, but Clara is not used to wearing shoes, so she always hurts her feet, so she put the shoes away." Clara lowered her head and looked at her feet without shoes and said softly .

"Some things just have to get used to slowly, Clara. You can't escape them, you have to face them head-on. That's the only way to solve the problem." Jiang Fan said earnestly.

At this time, the sound of boots stepping on the ground came from far away, and the fragrant wind carried the strong smell of coffee and sandwiches floating around Jiang Fan.

"These big principles of yours should be reserved for talking to Cocolia or Jeppard, instead of talking to Clara, our great guardian." Natasha handed the steaming coffee to Jiang Fan , and a sandwich on the silver tray.

"I am no longer the Great Guardian. I have retired honorably a long time ago." Jiang Fan took the coffee and took a sip, his eyes falling thoughtfully on the sandwich on the silver tray, "I think you can teach me when you have time." When I taught Sylva how to make a sandwich, she clearly put the labeled ingredients and seasonings in every step, but I don’t know why the taste is hard to describe.”

"Siluvana's hands can even repair a precise marrow watch. Just cooking according to the recipe shouldn't be a problem for her, right?" Natasha wondered.

"You overestimate her. Having a pair of dexterous hands does not mean that cooking is not difficult for her. Strangely enough...she never cooks when she is at home alone, but as long as I am at home, she is very If you want to show off your talents, you can't wait to have a full banquet. Do you know why Jeppard was able to set a record of living in the military camp for 4 consecutive months?" Jiang Fan suddenly asked.

"Huh? Because of Sylva?" Natasha nodded slightly.

"Well, during that time, my parents returned to live in the old house on the corner of the street. There were only me, Siluva, Jeppard, and Seele at home. That period happened to be the time when Siluva was most interested in cooking. Almost every night They all cook in different ways, but for some reason, she never tastes it herself before putting it out of the pot, and confidently puts it on the table for us to taste and express our opinions." Jiang Fan shrugged.

"and then?"

"What can we say? Jeppard just frowned and said that this dish seemed salty. From then on, Jeppard had that same dish for breakfast every day when he woke up and for dinner when he got home. It was not bland. The taste is so salty that it can kill you." Jiang Fan drank the coffee in one gulp and clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"But you seemed to go home every day, right? Because there was never any news about the Great Guardian working day and night." Natasha thought thoughtfully.

"What is this?" Jiang Fan smiled disdainfully, "When I led the iron guards to station at the front line of the restricted area, I was holding Cocolia's vegetable porridge in my left hand and Shiluwa's vegetable dumplings in my right hand. These things are immune.”

Natasha nodded slightly and suddenly realized that she had a good relationship with Xi'er and Bronya. Those two girls would always bring the iron guards to the lower area to distribute supplies, so they were familiar with each other. She was I once heard Xi'er complain that the porridge her mother made was so sweet that it hit her throat.

"What are you going to do next? Do you want to stay in the lower area for a while?" Natasha sat down on the steps and put the silver tray aside.

"The root of the problem is in the upper area. If you want to solve the problem, you must go to the upper area instead of spending time in the lower area." Jiang Fan took a bite of the sandwich and spoke vaguely.

"So you're leaving today?" Natasha's eyes were lowered, and her blue hair fell down to block the side of her face, making her expression invisible.

"Well, there are too many things to solve. I will feel tired if I keep putting it off." Jiang Fan sighed and sat down next to Natasha.

"Aren't you going together? You haven't been back for a while, right." Jiang Fan turned his head and looked at Natasha.

"No... there are a lot of patients in the lower area. What will happen if I leave these patients?" Natasha put her hair behind her ears and shook her head slowly, with a smile on her face, which looked a little bitter.

Jiang Fan looked at Natasha quietly, their eyes facing each other in mid-air. Just when Natasha could no longer hold on and turned her head, Jiang Fan suddenly stood up and walked to the door, pushing gently Opening the clinic door, he paused for a while, then turned his head and looked at Natasha's back and whispered softly: "This is not a reason to stop you. You are not the only doctor in the lower area. What is stopping you? Nata." "

After saying that, he opened the door and walked in, leaving only the clear sound of the bells shaking and filling the children's laughter. Natasha was sitting on the steps in front of the clinic, lost in thought. In the open space in the distance was Clara's quilt. The tiger pulled him to play hide and seek. Dan Heng had just finished practicing the last set of marksmanship and was standing there with his eyes closed to relax.

"What stopped me...is..." Natasha played with the empty cup, her voice dissipated in the wind. It's so strange...it's obvious that Panyan Town is airtight, but where did this wind come from? What about?

[When I was young, I always thought that the opportunities were endless, so I never cared about it. I opened the window and gently let the letter in my hand drift in the direction of the wind. No one knew about it. Years later, she was sitting on the stairs reminiscing, and suddenly something happened A gust of wind blew, disrupting her thoughts...]