Him and their stars

If he hadn't known that there was no such thing in the world, Yu Lian would have punched this uncle's head off.

Even so, it took him nearly half a second to calm down, looked at the other person carefully, thought hard for half a minute, and then finally dug out a little memory from a certain groove in his cerebral cortex.

Vaguely, it seems, it seems, it seems, there is an uncle with a very honest smile next door. He is not at home all year round, but he always appears every once in a while and buys himself a lot of expensive toys. The relationship between his parents and him seems to be very good, but his father always seems to be arrogant in front of him, as arrogant as a woodchuck wearing peacock feathers.

Yu Lian compared the vague image of Uncle Wang in his memory with the person in front of him, but because it was too long ago, there was still some overlap.

Generally speaking, this man can actually be regarded as a handsome uncle. He has a handsome and elegant appearance, very bookish, of medium height, and wears a black officer's coat. However, his temperament is more like that of a teacher who has never left the ivory tower, which is a bit incompatible with his military attire.

"Where are the internal security forces?" Feifei lowered her voice.

Yu Lian's eyes passed over the opponent's collar badge, and he was shocked when he saw three silver general stars.

He wanted to salute, but considering that he was in civilian clothes, he simply bowed and said: "Sorry, sir, I am in civilian clothes..."

"Don't be like this, don't be like this. I'm really just Uncle Wang next door. Besides, I haven't been in the army long enough, and I'm really not used to this." He spread his hands helplessly.

"...So, you're not here to wait for me, are you?" Yu Lian said with a smile.

The other party was slightly startled. Yu Lian wanted to say something else, but Feifei had already pushed him gently from behind and changed her words: "I'm just kidding, so you are also here to visit my parents, right?"

However, what surprised Feifei and Yu Lian was that he smiled honestly, nodded and said: "Every time I come back to Earth, I do come to see your parents, but this time, I really came here specifically to wait for you. your."

"..." This Uncle Wang is also a master who plays cards unreasonably. Although Yu Lian's memory of him was still a bit fuzzy, he suddenly felt good about him.

"...Forget it, let's finish talking to your parents first, and then we can talk slowly. Haha, just in time, there are some things that it would be better to talk about in front of your parents."

Then, Yu Lian and Feifei began to arrange it. The first step is to clean the fallen leaves around and clean the tombstones. Of course, even though this place was originally very clean, it was obviously the result of the careful care taken by my uncle and aunt.

Uncle Wang really didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, and he came to help easily.

After lighting the incense burner and inserting incense, Yu Lian opened the terminal and played a poem recital to the soundtrack of "Song of Heaven". This is also a poem written by Mr. Qi Bingwen, the current ambassador to the empire and a famous genius writer, in his youth. It is said that this poem is also A love story directly related to mom and dad.

It must be said that an engineer and a fighter pilot are really quite young.

Later, Feifei placed several plates of snacks in front of the tombstone, which were all the favorite foods of her parents.

Of course, their favorite thing to eat is hot pot, but it would not be appropriate to put it here. Moreover, placing tributes on the tombstone is not only a memorial to the deceased family members, but also a tacit understanding with the real "owners" of the cemetery here.

"Here lies Ms. Liu Qiluo, Yu Xiao's beloved wife, and Yu Lian's violent mother. The Milky Way shared the calendar from April 8, 781 to September 14, 812."

"Here lies Mr. Yu Xiao, Liu Qiluo's beloved husband, and Yu Lian's father. The Milky Way shared the calendar from December 4, 780 to January 21, 819."

Yu Lian looked at the words on the tombstone and fell silent. I don't know why, but a sad emotion suddenly surged over like an erupting flash flood, covering up my emotions in an instant. At this time, childhood memories belonging to this body flooded into my mind like scenes from a movie.

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"Come on, son, this is daddy's homemade shredded potato...try it!"

"……dad."

"What's wrong?"

"Unappetizing……"

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"So, you two went out to eat fast food? Fried chicken? Ice cream? Juice?"

"Yu, your son is only three years old! You can't eat outside! Yu, you've done something wrong! Give me bibimbap for a week!"

"Mother……"

"what happened, Babe."

"Bibimbap, I want to eat it!"

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"Mom will definitely come back on the baby's birthday. I will definitely give you a surprise then!"

"Is it the big plane we promised last time? Valkyrie type!"

"Hey, honey, don't guess so accurately every time! Mommy will lose her sense of accomplishment."

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"So, from now on, I will never see my mother again?"

"Son, laugh, don't cry! Mom doesn't like to see us cry!"

"But why is dad crying?"

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"Son, I'm sorry, dad has to go on a mission too. When this order is finished, dad will move to the ground, and we will live together again."

"Live with your aunt and uncle!"

"Okay, okay, let's live with my uncle and aunt!"

"Live opposite Feifei!"

"Okay, I live in... brat! I was twenty years old when I met your mother! Ah, I got it, I got it, I'm talking to my son, okay! I'm leaving now! Son, Wait until dad comes back."

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Yu Lian took a deep breath, his nose was a little sore. However, before he reached out to cover his face, Feifei had already silently held his hand.

He also held Feifei's hand tightly. At this moment, I completely accepted all the memories, all the past, and all the bonds belonging to this body, and then slowly smiled.

Mom and dad in heaven hope they are smiling all the time, right?

The lieutenant general who called himself "Uncle Wang" had been standing silently aside, and he was also in the same grief. This time, Yu Lian really believed that the other party should indeed be an "old friend of his parents".

...But, this is not right! Yu Lian bit his tongue hard and regained some clarity in his mind.

As a materialist, he naturally believes that matter can determine spirit. In this way, his current thinking and outlook should be dominated by the memory and history of this original person.

However, this does not mean that I should be as emotional as a young man in his early twenties.

Alarm bells rang in his heart, and he looked at the so-called Uncle Wang next to him, but saw that the other person had already stopped smiling and was looking at him indifferently, with no expression but no warmth.

"A psyker! And a high-ranking psyker in the spiritual system! Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hide so easily!"

Yu Lian grabbed Feifei and pushed her behind him. With a squeeze of his right hand, the psychic pulse integrated some kind of magnetic shock power into his fist, and he wanted to punch her away.

Since he is a spiritual type, theoretically his physique and fighting ability are not very strong. Based on his experience in later generations, he is not capable of fighting.

At least Feifei can be allowed to escape, and at least hold on for a while. If the matter gets bigger, the "relevant departments" will always come.

However, just as he was about to get closer, he saw the middle-aged man surnamed Wang who was only a few feet away from him. He took a slight step back and then disappeared without a trace. The vision in front of Yu Lian's eyes suddenly turned gray, and he was already in a chaos where he could no longer see his surroundings clearly.

Here, everything seems to have lost its proper form. Time, space, matter and spirit are all intertwined in a blur. They can no longer distinguish each other and can no longer understand them.

Even his thoughts and emotions seemed to have stagnated, falling into mechanical numbness. Even his own existence was about to pour into this turbid mist.

If he was really just an ordinary student, an ordinary first-level psyker Yu Lian, he might have been swallowed up by the gray mist around him at this time.

However, Yu Lian, who had already experienced this in his previous life, woke up when he was about to plunge into the gray fog.

He felt like he was sweating profusely on his back, but he knew that this was all an illusion. Now, he only exists in form.

"...This guy can actually pull my soul into here? This is no longer a simple high-level spiritual ability user. At least a sixth-level or above, those beings who can be called 'saints'!"

Yu Lian knew that this was not a dream space created by some illusion, but a truly objective world that existed in a material sense, even on a materialistic level.

There are too many names in this world. Subspace, the spiritual world, the ocean of consciousness, and the "virtual realm"!

However, Yu Lian knew that all the above names were actually correct. They should actually all be branches of the "Void Realm", but they were just at different levels of some metaphysical level.

This is a world that only belongs to psychics and "phantom beasts" with psychic powers.

The seven-ring master in the previous life will naturally be familiar with this place. He has been here many times, and of course he has gained a lot, but most of the time he has been made disgraced, and the damage to his body and even his soul has never been less.

Now, with only his spiritual body left, he should be in what he calls the "ocean of consciousness."

However, this was not something he entered on his own initiative, but someone pulled him in. This means that in this world, there is almost no room for resistance against the other party.

At this moment, a light suddenly appeared in front of him. In the chaotic gray mist, a glorious giant thousands of feet high suddenly rose up. With just one finger, it looked like a mountain.

In front of that giant, he seemed smaller than dust and ants. However, he stretched out the far end of his head, but still looked down at himself.

"Judgment!" shouted the giant.

Speaking of which, I haven't decided yet what to call the super-light instant messaging in this world.

According to the setting of this book, the equipment for super-light instant messaging is dug out of the ground, so it feels like a crystal ball from The Lord of the Rings. Like magic, alchemy, but just not like science.

Therefore, calling Ansebo seems a bit ridiculous.

Do you have any ideas?

If I don’t have any objections, I would just call him Ansebo.