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Dreamland

"Dirty One" is a dilapidated deep space mech.The paint on its shell can no longer see its original color.Lister explained that this was so normal because he painted the old guy all black on the outside.He has no money, and it is impossible to buy a good original paint for this big guy.

Even so, when Wen Jiuyi and Alek saw this old antique, they still thought they had gone to the wrong place.The mech was covered with a lot of silt, and when the elevator hoisted the mech up, garbage poured down like a torrent.

Alek was speechless due to the strong bad breath.Wen Jiu stood on the edge of the trench without changing his face, and the rain rolled down his poncho.A large amount of water vapor gradually washed away the mecha.

Numerous scratches and bullet marks on the fuselage.Among them, there were three obvious wounds that directly declared the scrapping of this mecha: one was in the energy compartment, one was in the cockpit, and one was in the weapon compartment.

"Dear sir, I assure you that he can continue to fight." Lister swore, "For me, there is no more convenient weapon in the world than this."

Alek couldn't help but look at the old soldier a few more times.Despite his grizzled hair, heavy bags under the eyes and brown face covered with freckles and age spots, his hands full of dirt and calluses are the most attractive.

"What happened to his hand?" Alek chatted with the military female in charge of the convener during dinner and asked about this.

"It was chopped off by the parasite with a high-temperature knife. The toxin makes it impossible to regenerate, so there are only three fingers left. Alek, you don't get close to him. That old man is a poor man." Jun female frowned and warned : "He has no relatives, no one he knows. After the Vimea front, he is alone."

Before they could finish speaking, the assembly whistle sounded.Alek stood up together and assembled quickly.

The words he said to his colleagues in his heart were extremely complicated.Thinking of the scene of a group of people transporting "dirty people" last night, it was even more mixed.

"Can you still fight?" In the rainy night, Wen Jiuyi looked at the huge and dilapidated mecha and murmured: "If I let him rush to the front line like this, it would be my negligence."

He arranged a relatively leisurely job for Lister, so that the veteran and his mecha could spend their old age in peace.

The job content is: to teach all new students how to drive deep space mechs, and select the best ones.

At the same time, Wen Jiuyi stuffed Alek in without hesitation.

"He is an experienced veteran." Wen Jiuyi said firmly: "He may not be able to teach you how to kill the enemy, but he can definitely teach you how to survive."

"How can we fight if we can't kill the enemy?"

Wen Jiu stared at his servant like a chick, and said, "Alek, on the battlefield, you have to think about how to survive first. Parasites are more difficult to defend against than you think."

"Can't the minister teach me?" Alek always thought of climbing up the pole.After he was forced to work overtime, the resentment and hostility generated at work always made him emboldened a lot.

Alek's eyes widened, "I've already helped the minister with so much work. Isn't the minister free?"

Wen Jiuyi hit: "The work is endless. You need to learn now, not just export labor."

At this point, Alek couldn't refute anymore.

He always has a [-] attitude.But Alek thought about it carefully and was sad that he had no position to blame his boss.In the end, he could only secretly accuse all the military heroes of being bad guys.

On the other side, Lister is trimming his "dirty ones".The old man was rummaging through the warehouse for replacement materials by himself.The military female who registered the materials stood helplessly by the side and recorded, her lips twitched to remind the veteran that the real materials were on his left.

"I just want some scrap." Lister rejected all good materials.He specially selected some waste products, "I just need some small garbage."

When Alek arrived, the trash had already been picked out, and Lister was beating them bit by bit with a small hammer to shape the trash into the shape he wanted.

"Do you want to repair the mecha?"

Lister tapped the material intently, "Yes."

"But these are all waste products." Alek flipped through a few materials, and the rust quickly stained his fingers, "Is it because the warehouse didn't give you good ones?"

Lister glanced at Alek, putting down his little hammer, "Child, before they were scrapped, they were good things. Just like you, you really look like Aleksedia."

Alec got used to it.When he was about to laugh at himself, Lister in front of him wiped his hands on his clothes, "What's your name?"

"Me? My name is Alek." Alek exclaimed in astonishment, "You actually recognize him?" After thinking about it, Alek's face darkened. He thought of Lister comparing himself with these waste products, like his brother It is a high-quality product, and he is a low-quality product.

Lister didn't pay attention to the young man's feelings, he held Alek's hand, "You are much better than your brother."

Apart from Wen Jiuyi, this was the first time Alek heard of this.No one doesn't like to be praised, and he was moved by this elder in a few words, and he sat together and passionately accused his brother of his mistakes.

"If it wasn't for Minister Wen, I would really be killed by this guy. No one likes me. They didn't let me go out to work at home before, and didn't let me do many things. Lister, I don't even have a deep space mech I don’t know how to use it, and my family won’t let me touch it.”

"Minister Wen is a good officer." Lister echoed.

Alek spoke more and more vigorously, "Of course, Minister Wen is the best officer I have ever met...Although I have not met many military officials. But he is thousands of times better than my brother. No, Why does Alessia compare with Minister Wen?"

He took the small hammer in Lister's hand, helped him tap the shape of the parts bit by bit, and said brokenly: "Although Minister Wen is not very talkative and likes to work overtime, in fact, people are still good. After all, he never let me work overtime alone, like today he let me learn how to operate the mecha with you alone. By the way, operate the mecha.”

Alek finally remembered what he was here for.He put down the small hammer and said to Lister: "I'm here to learn how to operate the deep space mecha. Yes, I'm here to learn!"

The old man in front of him seemed to have a unique charm, and Alek just wanted to tell the other party his endless complaints.Although, those nonsense are full of nonsense, such as Wen Jiuyi pulling himself to work overtime.

For example, the two of them worked overtime until they got down on their own at the end, but Wen Jiuyi was full of energy and busy until dawn.Another example is Alek waking up to find himself wearing a minister's coat, and the cafeteria breakfast that the minister asked someone to bring over.

It's full of bits and pieces.

Alek carefully recalled what he had said, and after making sure that he did not disclose any business content, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lister, I'm here to study!"

Lister half-closed his eyes.He was old, and his eyeballs were very cloudy. "Oh. Okay." He picked up the small hammer that Alec had put down, "Let's fix the filthy one first."

"But I don't have time." Alek argued, "You know, the minister still needs my help with a lot of things."

"Really?" Lister tapped the scrap, calcined a part until it was fiery red, and soaked it in condensate, "You know Minister Win as much as I know the Dirty. It's my one and only love. "

love things.The word made Alec cough twice.

He thought of Wen Jiuyi's quilt in shame.After waking up that day, he took off the entire bedding in a panic, packed them in black plastic bags to cover up, and threw them into the laundry room.

"How can you compare the minister with the mecha?" Alek said righteously, "It's too rude to use the word love for the minister."

Lister started hammering out new scraps again.His jingling movements were rhythmic, shaking Alek's chest at the same time. "Yes yes yes. It's too rude." Lister said perfunctorily: "Young man, you can't regard the chief as your hero."

Lord?Lord!

Alek screamed as if his tail had been stepped on, "What are you talking about, how could I have that kind of thought."

Of course he didn't.He just lifted the quilt, panicked, and poured a whole bottle of cleaning solution into the washing machine in order not to cause additional troubles to Minister Wen's life.

How could he have any ideas!

That is his boss, his immediate superior, his food and clothing employer.

Lister had seen such an angry young man a lot, he shook his head casually, "Okay, okay, no, I made an inappropriate metaphor. Don't make red eyes with me, sir, he is a good sir."

"Minister Wen is a good leader."

Lister finally made another piece, and he blew off the dust on it, "Of course." He explained what he said, "I just listen to you, and I think Mr. Wen is a good person. He is warm-hearted and cold-hearted, treating an orderly It's all top notch."

"But we are subordinates after all. You can't tell your boss everything. Alek, you are still young. When the chief gets higher and higher, you can't say everything anymore. If you have any small thoughts, you can tell the hero all the time." Alright." Lister kindly persuaded: "Life and work should be separated. You will get confused sooner or later if you work overtime like this."

Alek was stunned.He is actually a newbie in the workplace, and this is his first job.

Lister is still teaching as a person who has experienced it, but Alek's mind has long been lost in a spring dream not long ago.

He dreamed that Wen Jiu smiled at him.

The author says:

What did you dream about?