Sara

The bombardment continued, and the dust from the top of the basement fell down, hitting Jasmine on the head. She clutched her head and curled up in the corner of the half-collapsed wall, praying that the next shell would not fall here.

She hoped that her parents would come back to save and protect her.

This round of bombing gradually stopped, but she still didn't dare to go out.

She heard that the empire doesn't care about the life and death of civilians. She heard that the rebel army is a low-quality mob. She heard that the rebel army is supported by the Federation. The intricate relationship between these is not something that a young student can understand just by hearing. .

She didn't know which side to trust.

There was some movement above the basement, and she ducked in nervously.

The heavy wooden boards that covered it were removed from the outside, and a beam of light leaked in from the outside——

Her home had collapsed a few hours ago, and it's fairly normal for sunlight to pour into the basement.

Then someone blocked the light: "Jasmin, are you inside? Your parents asked me to come and find you."

It was a male voice, calm and soft, without any hostility or oppression.

Jasmine's eyes lit up, and she crawled to the exit on all fours: "I'm here!"

The man stepped aside slightly and asked, "Are you injured? If you are not injured, come out first, and I will take you to a safe place."

Jasmine hurriedly came out of the basement, and someone outside helped her, but her eyes were barely opened due to the strong light, and it took a long time to see things clearly.

The person who came to rescue her was wearing a helmet and a mask, and a gray-black combat uniform, covered with a simple and practical light exoskeleton support. He looked around Jasmin and made sure that there was no trauma, so he ordered: "Follow me closely, and try to keep as quiet as possible." , don’t do unnecessary things.”

Jasmine wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and asked softly, "Are you from the rebel army?"

The military equipment of the imperial side should be better.

The man nodded and walked ahead.

This area is not a battle zone, but it is very close to the battle zone, and they can't delay time, so the rebels walked very fast.

After all, Jasmine is only a middle school student, and her height has just reached his chest, so it won't be long before she can't keep up.

She was aggrieved and a little scared, worried that she would be left behind if she couldn't keep up.However, the rebel army turned around, and with the assistance of the exoskeleton, surrounded her with one hand and continued on its way.

Her tears were withdrawn.

Although Jasmin almost threw up his stomach due to the bumpy road, and there were occasional explosions, fortunately, they finally arrived at the stronghold of the rebel army safely.

It was a temporarily requisitioned building, and Jasmine and the rebel army who brought her were interrogated for a long time before they were released.

During this period, the rebel took off his helmet and mask. He is a relatively rare oriental in the empire, with black hair and eyes, and a handsome face that makes people feel approachable, but his eyes are as calm as water, as if he is indifferent to everything Can't get excited.

Jasmine then separated from him and was brought to her parents by another person. She soon stopped caring about the person who rescued her and threw herself into her mother's arms crying loudly.

After experiencing the joy of reunion, her parents asked about the person who rescued her, and said that they had asked the rebels for a long time, and they couldn’t spare any manpower to find Jasmin. Only the man who was said to be injured and still being treated ignored the advice of his companions and accepted. Commissioned by Jasmin's parents.

"I have to thank him." Jasmine's father said.

So they found the location of that person. The nurse had just come out of that room and saw Jasmin's family, and kindly reminded him: "He doesn't like to be disturbed very much. You can just thank him silently in your heart."

But that's impolite.Jasmin thought.

They knocked on the door, but when there was no response, Jasmin quietly reached out and pushed the unlocked door open.

Behind the door was a small and bright ward. A bed covered with white sheets was placed by the window. The rebel soldier who rescued her was sitting on the bed, flipping through a yellowed paper book.

She noticed that there was a shirt hanging on the wall that looked soft and comfortable. It didn't look like the man's own, because the shirt was too clean, it seemed that it hadn't been worn many times, and the style and style didn't match the rebels at all. .

"If you are here to thank me, I have already received it, and you can go." The man looked up at them, and issued a eviction order with a lukewarm attitude.

Jasmine's parents were a little embarrassed. They asked this person if he needed any kind of reward, such as money or something of value.

"It's against the rules," he said.

Jasmin's parents had nothing to say. This man had a bad attitude, but after all, he was Jasmin's savior, so they couldn't blame him.

Jasmin squeezed out from between her parents, summoned up the courage to run to him, held up a freshly picked wild flower, and bent down to him sincerely: "Thank you uncle for protecting me..."

The air was quiet for a while, she thought that there would be no response, but the person she thanked took her flowers.

He got up and pinned the light yellow flower in the buttonhole of the shirt beside the bed, adjusted the position a few times, and admired it from a distance, then sat back in his original position and said to Jasmine: "Okay, I'll put it away." It's off, you can go back, I need to rest."

The Jasmine family finally stopped bothering and left here.

Before leaving, Jasmin turned her head once. Inside the gradually closing door, the man was rubbing the pages of the paper book in his hand, his eyes were no longer as calm as dead water.

He looks sad.she thinks……

-

After sending the girl away, Linshu received a communication from his current superior, saying that he was advised to take a vacation to recuperate from his injuries, and if his subordinate died of overwork, he would lose face.

Linshu felt that he was not seriously injured, and his health has been getting better and better over the past few years. Even if he was injured, he still recovered quickly, but he was shot a few times and broke a few ribs. The injury is not serious fire wire.

His superior said that I won't send you a mission in a rogue manner, but what difference does it make?

In this situation, is he still afraid that he won't be able to find something to do?Starting from the border area south of the Red Forest, the empire and the rebels fought almost every day. The Federation watched the fire from the other side and sent supplies to the rebels to the empire. Occasionally mixed with other forces, the border area was in chaos.

He had to do something anyway so he wouldn't think too much about it.

It doesn't matter if he dies accidentally, as much as he can do, even if he no longer knows whether what he is doing is right or wrong.

The emperor of the empire still hasn't shown his face, His Majesty Zachariah Yofasha, has remained a hidden figure who will only appear by name for the past four years.

Maybe there was a substitution behind the scenes and no one knew about it.

Linshu casually said a few perfunctory words to his superior, then hung up the communication.He is indeed lucky, and after being marginalized, he can be assigned to good people, but he has no energy to repay this kindness.

A familiar name appeared in today’s news feed——Evan Feiger. The news said that he will compete with Ms. Greya for the position of chief of the current cabinet, and there are many supporters on both sides.

He didn't retire, but he changed his career. If he hadn't really lacked talent in this area, maybe he would have directly switched to the military field, and would do everything he could to destroy the rebel army.

Linshu turned off the news page and closed his eyes.

He couldn't think about it anymore, he had better think about where to support after the stitches were removed.

The door was knocked again, Linshu sighed and said in.

The one who came in this time was a boy he had never seen before. Although he was not very old, his temperament was very mature. He had short yellow curly hair and his face was clean and clean.

Linshu had never seen him before, so he frowned naturally.

"Mr. Lin, you really don't remember me." The young man scratched his head, showing a regretful expression, "I heard that you happened to be here, so I came to visit."

Seeing that Linshu was still unmoved, and even a little vigilant, he sighed and lifted the hair around his ear, revealing his mutilated ear: "It's me..."

Linshu remembered who this boy was.

Although they haven't seen each other for four or five years, and the time they spent together was short and unpleasant, he was always impressed by the things related to Yofasha. After all, apart from the things that Yofasha had used, the only thing left was their memories .

"You're still alive." Linshu said flatly.

He remembered that when the boy was young, he wanted to murder Yofasa because of jealousy, and in the end he was shot and lost half of his ear. He also encountered other accidents when he followed other rebels. He thought that the boy had already died like those rebels.

The word "sacrifice" is not quite accurate, he was probably implicated.

But it doesn't make sense to think about these things now.

Linshu's eyes fell on the book at hand. The title page of the paper book had Yofasa's signature on it. Sara, written in cursive script, was as beautiful as a work of art, just like Yofasa himself.

Seeing that Linshu didn't really want to talk to him, and he didn't have any special feelings for him, the young man took the initiative to complain: "I have made many mistakes, and I have paid a lot for these mistakes...I don't mean ears, compared to later It can only be regarded as a negligible punishment, and those who are really ruthless will not give you a chance to get jealous and take revenge."

"I am very grateful to my brothers and sisters who have helped me, although most of them have..."

He bent down and tapped his "thigh", and smiled wryly amidst the muffled sound of metal: "It's actually not the first time I've met you, it's just that you haven't noticed me, and I've heard something, Sorry to bother you."

"But my friend sent me a picture yesterday and I thought it was worth showing you..."

Linshu remained silent from the beginning to the end, allowing the young man to mutter to himself, until he took out the terminal, popped up the projection screen, and showed Linshu his friend's photo.

Lin Shu glanced at the photo and stood up abruptly.

"My friend was on a mission elsewhere. When he was on the train, he sent me a selfie. I found a person in the photo."

In the photo was a young girl with a little freckles, she was pretty and cute, but Linshu's attention was all focused on the background behind the girl.

There is a young man behind the girl. He has long, smooth blond hair and a slightly blurred face. It can still be seen that he looks good. He is leaning against the car window and taking a nap with his eyes closed. His slender fingers are holding the side of his face. The sun shines on his half body, making him look peaceful and beautiful.

"Your friend, where did you take this photo!" Linshu couldn't control his volume and asked hastily.

"On the way to the imperial capital, I wanted her to take pictures of that person, but my friend said that he had already got off the car." The boy said, "The place where he got off was at Xibo Bay... This happened yesterday."

Linshu couldn't hide the ups and downs of his emotions. He took out his terminal and immediately dialed a communication to his superior: "I need to take a vacation, start now."

Try to update tomorrow and write something cute.