nebula story

"Master, I'll be right here, wait for me!" The clumsy little servant reluctantly raised his head from the book, and jumped off the bed in a hurry.

……

"Chesu, Chesu! Pass me a raw leg of lamb. I will roast it myself and give it to Miss Catherine Kindle." In the spring sunshine and breeze, he triumphantly asked the little servant beside him , "I think she is a real noble lady, what do you think? Although her older sister looks more beautiful, I still like a milder girl—Chesu, don't let me get distracted all the time, you take the chicken wings Wagyu sticks are hanging over the charcoal fire!"

"Ah! Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The smell of anxiety came over, and the little servant looked at the violent young master beside him with a weeping cute face.

"You idiot, you made me fail to give something baked to Miss Catherine!" Jumping up angrily, the third young master of Hall's family became furious, and knocked the wooden stick in his hand on the head of his stupid servant, " I punish you not to eat anything today, only these burnt chicken wings!"...

The noble young masters in beautiful clothes and angry horses, the noble ladies with beautiful branches and flying skirts, champagne and exquisite snacks are constantly being delivered to the barbecue grill, and the servants serving are constantly shuttling.

"Okay, okay... eat this for me." Looking impatiently at the stupid little servant in the corner who was dazed, he finally ran over angrily and stuffed a plate of snacks, "You This cunning little guy, do you want to starve yourself to death, and then ask me to carry you home?"

"No...young master, I've already eaten." Looking at him pitifully, the thin little Chesu pointed at the bare wooden stick beside him, "The burnt chicken wings and the beef tenderloin."

"Oh! You idiot!" Eyes widened in surprise, Andy was tongue-tied, "You...you really pissed me off! You're going to die, burnt things cause cancer!"

Holding a big bag of creamy pastries, the little servant staggered behind him, smiling shyly with crooked eyebrows: "Young master, it won't be... the burnt chicken wings are actually delicious. "

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Eye sockets were slowly moistened, and Andy looked at the empty servant's room, a teardrop slipped across his face, fell on the dusty bed beside him, and quickly blurred a small piece.

After sitting there for an unknown amount of time, Master Andy finally got up and walked out the door.

A shadow flashed across suddenly, just as he stepped out of the door!He only had time to look up in amazement, and Andy's mouth was tightly covered, his neck tightened, and he was dragged back to the hut in an instant!

"Woo..." Andy yelled desperately in shock, but his voice turned into a very weak whimper, which was tightly blocked in his throat.

He had been forced to sit on the edge of the bed, and the arm covering his mouth was only slightly loosened. A pair of piercing eyes were quietly shining in the darkness, but there was a danger of choosing someone to devour.

"Master Andy, hello."

Andy was terrified when he quickly found the owner of that voice in his memory.Che Ann!Chesu's father, that terrifying and hateful federal spy—oh, no, according to what he heard during the interrogation, this man had lived in their house for more than ten years, and his real identity was the head of the federal spy network!

"Master Andy, if you promise me not to scream, I will let you go." The man on the opposite side said softly, staring at him closely, as if thinking about what he was thinking from Andy's eyes, he said lightly, "Please don't call anyone. I can guarantee that no one in this manor can catch me, but you will get into trouble with meeting federal spies late at night."

Seeing that he finally nodded helplessly, Che'an quickly let go of his hand.After closing the curtains, he sat across from Andy under the dim electric light, the dagger in his hand spinning leisurely.The timid and silent untouchable man in Andy's memory has completely changed his temperament, as cold as a javelin.

"You...what do you want to do? You've made our family not enough?!" Andy whispered angrily, lowering his voice.

Looking at him quietly, the capable man on the opposite side said: "Master Andy, I'm sorry for what you have suffered. But the positions and identities are different. Even if you can't understand what I have done, I will not apologize. "

Looking at him bitterly, Andy didn't say a word.

Taking a deep breath, Che'an's voice seemed calm, but Andy still keenly detected a strong tremor in it: "You... saw Chesu today, right? Is he still alive? ? How the hell is he in there?"

Andy stared at him, and suddenly sneered: "Your intelligence network is really powerful. You have already mastered the impromptu matter this afternoon. If that's the case, why don't you break into the prison and have a look?"

"Master Andy,

I come today, not as a federal spy, but as a father. "The man on the opposite side said in a low voice, looking at Andy with calm eyes, not sharp, but with a touch of sadness, "I saw you coming here alone, I saw you crying, that's why I couldn't help showing up . "

Sitting there straight, the best spy chief of the federation had faint bloodshot eyes: "—Master Andy, I know you have always been very kind to Chesu, so I want to beg you...tell me about his situation, see Because he has been doing his best and serving you for more than ten years."

"Do your best and serve me?" With a bitter smile, Andy asked wistfully, "Aren't I just a tool you use to hide your identity?"

"Master Andy, I can simply assure you—" the man on the opposite side said bitterly, "Chesu has never lied to you, nor has he ever used you."

Staring at him suspiciously, Andy bit his lips angrily: "No? The news from your federation said that he was a child of the general's family and was sent to our empire as a spy."

Shaking his head, the middle-aged man on the opposite side smiled sarcastically: "Master Andy, you can think whatever you want, anyway, Chesu can't hear or understand these right and wrong anymore."

The stinging pain that went deep into the bone marrow pierced into the bottom of his heart, Che'an took a deep breath, and suddenly couldn't bear it any longer.Turning the dagger in his hand coldly, he exuded a stern and desperate aura: "Now, please tell me - what did you see when you went in with His Highness the Third Highness of the Empire?"

Imperial Martyrs Cemetery in the afternoon.

On the solemn rows of tombstones, on the black and white posthumous photos, young faces and smiles are faintly visible, peaceful and brilliant in the mottled sunlight among the trees in the cemetery.

On the sacrificial altar made of black and white stone, the emperor stood tall and stern against the backlight, with a handsome and striking face with clear lines.

"...The war finally came to a temporary halt, and the empire has ushered in a long-lost peace and tranquility. But no matter what, we will remember these martyrs who lay quietly here. They sacrificed for the glory of the empire and fought for their ideals. All subjects of the empire, please join me in never forgetting."

There were no too provocative words, no obvious expressions of sadness, and the face of the new emperor of the empire, Fern, was calm and restrained.Slowly raising his hand, he took off his imperial military cap, his golden hair was meticulous, and he gave a standard and solemn military salute in the direction of the tombstones of many imperial soldiers.

Silently took off the military cap with the emperor, countless imperial emblems were shining in the sun, and countless arms were raised for a long time, unwilling to let go.

A heavy and sad atmosphere lingered on the scene until the ceremony was completely over. In addition to the melodious and mournful mourning and music, the cemetery was still emitting a winding sound, leaving only the "rustling" sound of leaves all over the garden.

Standing far away in the corner of the cemetery, Lance waited for a long time.He didn't go forward alone until the sad old couple finally left in front of the tombstone.

Crouching down, he put down the large holding of white chrysanthemums in his hand, staring at the serious face in the photo in the middle of the blue-gray tombstone.As in the memory, there is no smile, the face is handsome but sharp, and although the eyes under the eyebrows do not show the charming dark blue color because of the black and white posthumous photos, they are still deep.

Looking at his former partner from a long distance, Lance stretched out his hand, caressing the corners of the eyes and brows of the noble young man, and caressing the date of birth and death etched with laser under the photo, every word line, fingers Finally across the unforgettable name.

"Van Chong Geer".

His vision gradually blurred, Lance's tears dripped down on the white chrysanthemum bushes at his feet, and he could no longer see the face in front of him clearly.

He could no longer see the cold but haughty eyes of that person, he could no longer hear him challenge him angrily, and he could no longer feel the pain of those explosive fists hitting him.

But why does he always remember the light touch that happened between their lips? ... There was no sign at all, and there was no romance, but it was soft and uncontrollable. In the narrow mech, their lips parted as soon as they touched each other, in a hurry, with a panic that made people feel overwhelmed.

... No, maybe it was just his own illusion. The fresh and sweet taste was always in his imagination, and it only became clearer in his memory, with a poppy-like fragrance.

When that person drove away in the mecha, silently rushing towards the boundless fire and shells, he must not remember this specious kiss... In his short but proud 22-year-old life, it seems that there is only love for mechas, Only yearning for battle and honor.

"Fan Zhong, the war is over. We didn't lose, and it doesn't seem like we won." Lance whispered, looking at the face of the man in front of him for a long time, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The heart is like thorns entwined, and bursts of stinging pain hit with the heartbeat.Overwhelming regrets drowned him like huge waves constantly hitting the coast. In this quiet cemetery, the young imperial prince finally choked up and burst into tears.

I don't know how long I sat in front of that cold tombstone. It wasn't until the noon sun had sunk to the west, the shadows of the surrounding trees gradually darkened, and the temperature was slightly cool that Lance felt someone put a palm on his shoulder.

Looking back slowly, he looked at the silent man behind him with red and swollen eyes.

Fern.

In the dim twilight, the emperor of the empire quietly stared at his grief-stricken younger brother, stretched out his arms wordlessly, and gently patted his shoulder on the shoulder.

"Go back." He said simply, "It's too late."

Nodding with sobs, Lance followed Fern obediently, and took a last look at the face that had long been blurred in the dark sky.

The most powerful pair of brothers in the empire walked side by side on the flat path of the cemetery, surrounded by lush grass, and the memorial bouquet exudes a light and sad aroma.Not far away, the royal guards kept a suitable distance, neither could hear their conversations, but also maintained sufficient security.

"Brother, execute Chesu." In the boundless silence, Lance suddenly spoke.

There seemed to be a moment of stiffness, and Fern beside him stopped in his tracks, staring closely at his imperial brother.

In those icy blue ruthless eyes, there were emotions that Lance could not understand.

Staring at Lance for a while, Fern said lightly, "You went to see him in prison."

Not a question, just a statement.

"Yes, I've been there." Lance nodded, "Brother knows he's in there...how is it?"

"What do you want to say?" Fern asked coldly, "Be direct."

"I just want to say, brother, please execute him." Lance said softly, looking directly at his emperor brother who was covered with sharp thorns, "Rather than letting him die like this, it's better to give him a happy life."

"Life is better than death?" Fern asked sharply, with uncontrollable anger floating in his eyes, "He has not received any punishment from the Imperial Prison, he lives in a spacious single cell, the food is normal, and the indoor temperature is constant. Where is life better than death?!"

Shaking his head in pain, Lance stared at Fern and murmured, "Brother, is that true, isn't life better than death? That's Chesu...that's Chesu who is smarter than anyone else."

That amazingly talented mech repairer, the main research and development personnel of the imperial mecha design, that young man who smiled and used his hands to perform wonderful manipulations in space, has now become a man with disabled fingers, injuries all over his body, and a foolish man. silly prisoner.

Not seeing the light of day, spending day after day in a deep underground prison.

This is not life is worse than death, what else can be called it?

Looking at Fern sadly, Lance murmured: "...Brother, you know what I mean. He is demented, and he doesn't recognize anyone, neither Andy nor me."

Looking at him coldly, a hasty sneer flashed across the corner of Fern's mouth: "He knows it, he's just pretending to be stupid!"

"So many doctors have given a diagnosis, how long are you going to lie to yourself?"

"Lance, you were deceived by him again." Fern's cold eyes made people shudder. "He is smarter than anyone else, so he can deceive you, his Master Andy, and the whole world!"

"Brother, what you hate the most is that he lied to you." Lance said indifferently, but his gentle words were like sharp knives, cutting a deep wave in the quiet air in the cemetery.

Impressively stopping, Fern stared at his younger brother.His breathing was suddenly heavy, and he said nothing.