interstellar fairy tale

"My wagtail, tears are nothing but weakness."

A white and cold hand covered Shang Ping's eyes, and his blurred vision was plunged into darkness. The emperor's cold fragrance invaded his nostrils, and his silver hair was entangled around his ears and neck, carrying an inexplicable temptation and incomprehensible meaning.

Shang Ping didn't want to think about it anymore, he began to feel that his own cleverness was so stupid.The life of two generations is just like a child in the eyes of these rulers. He can't figure it out, and he can't figure it out. Shangyu is his blood father. This concept of maintaining blood relationship since ancient times is in Shang Ping's mind. Rooted, if he can really integrate himself into this generation, grimly weighs the pros and cons.Wouldn't it be so angry and sad?

He should be thankful that his adoptive father was Edgar, at least, he was a pure soldier.However, this purity also caused his current predicament.Edgar taught him how to be a loyal soldier, but forgot to tell him how to choose when his loyalty was tested.

What should he do?

The life of the previous life is no longer available to him. In this life, he is 16 years old, and almost all of his memories are connected with Mars, his home, his school, his adoptive father, his friends...

Solan Aldrich is the enemy of Mars, the warship he led trampled the souls of Mars warriors; Goodwill was his father, but Mars brutally deprived him of his wife and daughter; he was the son of Goodwill , how should I deal with myself?

Goodwill said that Solan Edrich would be his best teacher, but he didn't know what to learn from this man, conspiracy or cruelty?

Shang Ping raised his hand suddenly, and gently covered his fingers covering his eyes. The memory flooded in like a flood. Before he graduated from the military academy, his first choice was not a single fighter pilot, but a logistics supply As a reserve officer, he thought he didn't have to go to the battlefield, and he always liked to sit in the classroom and pursue the history and literature that the cadets hated.The big John once laughed at him kindly. The fat Joseph leaned on Zhou Ting's shoulder and winked at him. The black-haired Zhou Ting just shrugged his shoulders, pushed Joseph away, and said to him with a smile: "Professor Trinide's ancient history lesson is about to begin."

The blond-haired boy stood on the corridor of the teaching building, with a tall and straight figure, talking to the instructor meticulously...

Austin...

The blond boy told him firmly that he liked him, his dark green eyes were full of seriousness, Shang Ping still remembered the hands that held him firmly, the blond boy told him that if you want to live, you must live !

But what to do when living becomes a burden?

Shang Ping stubbornly wanted to tear that hand away, but was picked up by the sky the next moment, and the light was restored in front of his eyes, but what he saw was a piece of luxurious silver.

Soran Edrich hugged him horizontally, as if he was holding a mass of light feathers, his blue eyes swept across the wet tears on Shang Ping's face, he lowered his head, and lightly sucked on the wet corners of his eyes with his pale lips , The warm touch makes it difficult for people to connect with this emperor who is like ice and snow.

Shang Ping's grief was suddenly interrupted, and he didn't know how to react. In any case, this man who has been classified as an enemy in his consciousness from the beginning to the end should not treat him with this attitude .

Brain pumped?

Shang Ping began to applaud his wild imagination.For some reason, after Soran Edrich carried him into the room, Shang Ping suddenly had the idea of ​​smashing the can, which is shameless, and Shang Ping's self-evaluation is the best solution now.

Mars will never go back, at least for now.Don't even think about Shangyu now, Shang Ping feels that the father he picked up is an out-and-out lunatic, for his revenge, he can even sacrifice anyone.At the beginning, Shangyu said that he would give him everything, but now thinking about it, Shangping finds it ridiculous.This was obviously an empty promise, yet I foolishly believed it.

Then what should I do?Obediently follow Soran Aldrich?How would the ruler of this huge empire deal with him?

"What are you thinking about?"

Shang Ping's wonderful expression attracted Soran Edrich's attention. He put the boy in his arms on the sofa, propped one hand on the back of the sofa, bent down, and raised Shang Ping's chin. His blue eyes explored Looking at Shangping, "Very sad? Because your father gave you to me."

"Not really." Shang Ping was surprised that he was able to treat Soran Edrich with such a peaceful mind, deliberately ignoring the deep meaning in Soran Edrich's words, "It's just that it's a little hard to accept." It's just a hostage, at least there will be a day of being redeemed, there will be that day...

Shang Ping didn't know whether he should pray for the destruction of Mars or resist the beating.

"is it?"

Soran Edrich seemed satisfied with Shang Ping's honesty, narrowing his eyes slightly. He liked the golden wagtail, but only if the wagtail was completely under his control.It's not what he likes to care too much about other people.

"Kill him, will you?"

drink? !

Shang Ping was taken aback, his astonishment fell into his blue eyes, and a cruel cold light slipped through the depths of the ice crystals.

"If you want, I can kill him." The slender fingers slid across the corners of Shang Ping's eyes and brows, and slowly landed on the pink lips, and then dropped a cold kiss.

"The most beautiful golden wagtail should be proud and dazzling, and shouldn't have such a sad look. Kill him, will you be happier?"

"He is my father." No one would say that killing his own father would be happy, although he had the idea of ​​patricide more than once.

"So what, or do you want to do it yourself?"

Shang Ping was stiff and didn't dare to move. At this moment, the hatred of the country, the hatred of the father and the son, and the destruction of the family were all thrown out of the sky by him. Looking at the man who seriously questioned him, Shang Ping suddenly had a very absurd idea. Regarding the issue of identity positioning, it seems that what the emperor thinks is far from what he thinks.Does that cheap dad know about this?Thinking of all the entanglements he had before, Shang Ping began to feel stupid.I have been sent out, so why bother?

However, judging by Soran Edrich's attitude, things seem to be really bad...

The flagship command room of the Mars Expeditionary Fleet is a large room that can accommodate 600 people working in it at the same time. screen, the radar monitoring screen is arranged under the small screen on the right.In front of the main screen, there are two rows of consoles. In front of the consoles, more than 50 operators and radar operators are busy. Behind the consoles is a virtual screen. Behind the screens is the commander’s small meeting room in the command room. The flagship Major General Edgar, the commander, and Major General Charles, the deputy commander, were watching the news from the capital of Mars. Colonel William was standing in front of the transparent glass wall of the meeting room with a cup of coffee, looking at the constantly enlarged and shrunken images on the virtual screen. Cosmic galaxies and meteorite groups, the fleet is on its way to the border of the Golden Empire.

"It's not good news that the merchant ship owner who traded with us suddenly lost contact."

"Yeah, maybe the commanders of all the ships should be called together to discuss."

Major General Edgar lay on the conference table, and it was rare for Major General Charles to criticize this behavior.The fleet encountered a cosmic magnetic storm not long ago, and the connection with the Muse galaxy was cut off. It was already a week after they could receive the radio waves sent by Mars and restore the call. Know Naira?Hatra's contact was interrupted, and he was forced to temporarily stop advancing until the new route map was sent, which also made Major General Edgar and Major General Charles feel a little bit bad.

"However, the owner of another space merchant ship promised to continue trading with us. The route map obtained before has been confirmed, and 60.00% of them are correct. If the route map sent by this ship owner can be consistent with Naira? If the information sent matches, then the fleet can continue to move forward."

Colonel William sat back at the conference table, his gentle voice could always calm the emotions of the two commanders.Some members of the fleet once made a private bet that without this staff officer, perhaps Admiral Edgar and Admiral Charles would immediately split the fleet into two, and they would have to fight for a while before finding a new route.

In the end, Major General Edgar and Major General Charles agreed with Colonel William's suggestion and sent the fleet plan to Hercules, the capital of Mars. As for how to deal with the newly emerging merchant ships, it was David South and Martin Consul should have a headache.

In the simulated battle room of the flagship, a group of solo fighter pilots are gathered around the data screen, looking at the continuously refreshed records in amazement.

"The record has been broken! That kid is a genius!"

"It's really powerful, as expected of the son of Commander-in-Chief David South!"

"Hey, what does this have to do with being the commander-in-chief's son? Surnames don't mean everything!"

"Agreed. The nephew of the heroic Colonel Apollo also participated in this voyage, isn't he an idiot?"

"This is..."

"I really doubt that the military department has any intention of stuffing this guy who has nothing but his surname into the fleet. I heard that this guy was demoted because he made a mistake before."

"I know, it seems that during the process of developing a new weapon, the secret was leaked in advance."

"Ah, if it was an ordinary person, he would have been sent to a military court long ago!"

"That's it! This lucky guy!"

Austin walked out of the fighter simulation cabin and took a look at the results this time. It was hard to tell from his face whether he was satisfied or something else.Seeing Austin, Zuo Jia greeted the people around him with a smile, and walked towards him.

"ended?"

"kindness."

"Then let's go eat. There are lamb chops for lunch today."

Austin was noncommittal about Zuo Jia's enthusiasm during this period, but he did not deliberately refuse. The education of the South family did not allow him to be too capricious. Zuo Jia's surname was enough for Colonel William to give Austin the necessary reminder.It is not difficult to maintain superficial friendship, but it is troublesome.

Austin South carried the dinner plate and sat down in front of the window. The window glass was a virtual screen, simulating green and ecological garden plants. Looking outside, he would think he was sitting in a garden restaurant .

Zuo Jia sat across from him and concentrated on the lamb chops under the knife, while Austin looked at a green bush outside the window, feeling a little dazed.

He started thinking about the dark-haired boy again.