i am your guide

A passage extending forward, narrow and straight, with off-white wall lamps hanging on the walls, flickering dim white lights, so that visitors can barely see the road in front of them, the gray brick-paved ground is neat, falling with the footsteps , making a muffled sound, echoing in the space.

Sith was wearing a black and white uniform, walking in the long passage, towards the deep darkness.

The uniform was slightly wrinkled, and the cuff buttons that hadn't been buttoned in time made the cuffs loosen, revealing his slender wrists, and his fists were tightly stretched.

I don't remember how long we walked, but finally there was a glimmer of light in the darkness, and as we got closer, there was a faint cry of human passion.

Like a wave of tides, Sith's eyes moved, his footsteps made a mistake, and his breathing became a little messy.

He saw the man by the exit.

A black and white uniform of the same style as his was worn with an elegant aristocratic feel. The man stood there with his back stretched like a pole standing on the ground. The white light outside shrouded him, like a mortal fairy, shining Brighten.

Unlike the Sith who are in the dark, the man is so radiant.

Sith walked over, and when there was only about five meters between them, the man turned around and smiled at him.

An incomparably gentle smile can warm up any solid ice.

Sith froze in place, looking at the man.

Still can't remember his name.

…………

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fingers curled up under the quilt. After a while, the sleeping person opened his eyes.The overly dazzling sunlight poured down without hindrance, and the whole room was filled with the gift of the sun. The pupils of the eyes that adapted to the darkness opened and closed quickly, and then, the person on the bed turned over and sat up.

He scratched at the bird's nest-like hair and sighed deeply.

"How many times is this your first time?"

He murmured, picked up the calendar on the bedside, picked up the red pen clipped on it, and drew a circle on the 4th.

Going forward, there is a circle for each day on the calendar for a full month.

I don’t know when it started, but every night he would have the same dream, the scene and content of the dream were the same, it was an endless black corridor, he was the only one walking forward, at the end of the dream there would be a Man, turn around and smile at him.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, and couldn't judge his identity, age, or appearance.Even in the last few days, he found out that the person was a man.

For Sith, this dream was simply a nightmare.

His full name is Sith Kevok. He used to be a student of Imperial College, and now he is working as a psychiatrist in the civilian area of ​​Galen Planet.

The usual work is relatively idle, and sometimes I make emergency medical visits, and the salary I get is not too much.

At the same time, he is a guide.

Sith sighed resignedly. He had no impression of the man who always visited his dreams, nor any possible clues. From the initial suspicion and fear to the present helpless smile, in fact, in a sense, every night It may be another kind of happiness to have a regular person to spend the long night with him.

He turned over and got out of bed, picked up the clothes thrown on the back of the desk and chair, and went to the vertical mirror to get dressed.

The mirror reflected his face, short black hair stuck to his cheeks, and his dark eyes were bright. He looked at himself for a long time.

It may be because he is young, his appearance has not changed at all, even after leaving the campus and stepping into the society, his strong sense of youth has not changed, but there is indeed something... different from before.

Sith inhaled slightly, and a strong aroma of freshly baked bread entered his nostrils, and he swallowed.

After the housekeeping robot Bacon brought up the bread and milk, he turned on the optical brain in the room.

After the whitish light flickered, a blue circle appeared on the screen of the light brain in the living room from light to dark. After a brief rotation, the screen appeared in the void.

"Today is June 447th, 6 Imperial Calendar, 4:7 Imperial Time, you are watching "Morning News", this episode is for you..."

The host with an orthodox broadcast accent sat in front of the rebroadcast station, maintaining a standardized smile, and spoke with a correct accent.

In the beginning that never changed, Sith looked at the screen while eating his own breakfast.

When he first moved here, he didn’t even have a decent piece of furniture. He used all his savings to buy a second-hand optical computer to keep in touch with the outside world so that he could receive some information from the outside world in a timely manner, even for the only one in the family. For large items, he only ate one meal a day for a month, and he relied on drinking nutrient solution for two meals in the morning and evening.

Nutrient solution is a good thing. It supplements the basic needs of human beings. It is extremely cheap, but it is unpalatable.

So much so that when Sith saw the nutrient solution in the window, he would have the urge to run away.

It will be good weather today.

Sith glanced at the sky outside, thinking to himself.

"The Imperial Dragon Legion will arrive at the Songyun galaxy today to carry out a two-month patrol mission..."

Hearing the word 'Songyun Galaxy', Sith's thoughts of running away were forcibly pulled back.

Songyun Galaxy?

What is the Imperial Legion doing here?

The Songyun galaxy is located in the east of the capital galaxy, and it is the third largest galaxy in the empire. It is relatively central. As a living galaxy, all the planets in the Songyun galaxy have their development goals as habitable stars, commercial stars, and tourist stars. It is a galaxy that has no important strategic resources and minerals, and has no value other than beautiful scenery. Generally, it can reach the level of living and working in peace and contentment under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Guard. In the past hundred years, the empire has been mainly active in the capital galaxy and border battlefields. Now that the Dragon Legion has never set foot here, why is there a so-called patrol mission suddenly this time?

Sith drank all the milk in the glass, licked his lips and looked at the huge space fleet slowly passing by on the screen, and the sprayed tail flames pulled out brilliant lights in the dark sky.

National affairs, who knows?

Sith is always vaguely uneasy.

What's more, the Jialing planet where he lives is just outside the Songyun galaxy.

"Hey, peace is a blessing."

"Boom-"

Bacon made a rustic sound of a bell striking, and a red cross appeared on his screen.

It's time to go to work.

Sith walked to the door, took off his white coat and put it on, took the bag from Bacon, and prepared to go out.

"Thank you for the breakfast."

He thanked the robot.

A smiley emoji appeared on Bacon's screen, and he turned to clear the table.

"I am leaving."

Sith looked at a photo on the table at the door, smiled slightly, and went to work.

It was a reddish-brown vertical frame, the corners of which had been unglued, and a slightly yellowed photo was sealed inside. It was hard to imagine that in the interstellar age and the era of highly developed data, there were still people who used the oldest method to print out photos and seal them in photo frame.

In the photo are three young children aged fifteen or sixteen. In the middle is a girl with long gray hair. Her long hair is braided and hangs behind her. She wears a pale blue dress that has been washed. She shows a shy look. Standing in the middle with a smile, on the left is a brown-haired boy who is a head taller than her. He is wearing a brown combat uniform and smiling with sweat on his face. His left hand is around the girl and put on the shoulder of the young Sith. Almost as tall as a girl, wearing a black and white school uniform, with a bright smile, showing small canine teeth on both sides.

This group photo is regarded as a treasure by him.