The major general's trumpet is my white moonlight [Interstellar]

In the dream, memories come overwhelmingly, and there is no way to avoid them.

Ye Lan walked along the wet path, aimlessly, with no end in sight, and no companions.

Countless fragments of memories hang overhead, disguised as soft starlight.

He tried to reach out his hand, retaining a gleam of starlight in a gesture of holding back, the moment the light disappeared, the memory fragments were fragmented.

It's not a dream, it's the past.

He seemed to see himself standing at the gate of the military tower when he was young, and the snow from the sky was falling, turning into desolation everywhere.

It was the first time he used the guide's spiritual empathy ability to help the little sentinel channel his spiritual power.

He watched the little sentinel being taken away by the cold-tempered "doctor" from a distance, and suddenly felt a sense of loss for no reason, as if the sun was cloudy and rainy, the temperature dropped suddenly, and the gate of the military tower separated him from the colorful world. isolation.

After returning to the Rhodes compound, he finally worked up his courage: "Father, is that the sentry? Are all the sentries like him?"

The moment the voice fell, he saw the hesitation in Ye Lin's eyes: "Yes."

Ye Lan wanted to know the name of that little sentinel just now, but he didn't dare to ask.

He is used to keeping a distance from his peers, except for the cold-faced younger brother who was picked up like him.

Ye Lan tilted her head: "Am I the same as them?"

Ye Lin: "Yes."

Ye Lan hesitated for a moment: "A few days ago in the military tower... I seemed to hear someone crying. Am I not the only patient?"

Ye Lin smiled: "No, you heard wrong."

Ye Lan raised her head in doubt, her father's gentle but unreal face was reflected in her bright eyes.

The iris, which is a completely different color from his, is like a lying magic mirror, blocking out sad emotions and showing him the most gentle and tolerant side of the world.

Ye Lin patted his head: "You dreamed about the memories of many people, that's why you heard someone cry."

It was clearly comforting words, but it made Ye Lan feel uneasy and restless. Fear spread. Ye Lan wanted to call him, but saw him smiling softly. Then he turned around resolutely and walked away alone. The tall and straight figure disappeared in an instant. in the snow.

Ye Lan took a step forward and tried to chase after him, but the scene in front of him collapsed like a landslide, the whole world was torn apart, the starlight above his head suddenly went out, and the stars fell like meteorites, rubbing shoulders with him ruthlessly .

The surrounding scenes switched rapidly, and even the air was filled with a smell of blood.

It's a borderless zone!

What happened just now?

Song Cheng's blood eagle was shot down by his Aurora, the fleet was surrounded by the imperial army, and one comrade after another died.

In the central control room of the Undead, the spiritual power of those guides was passing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their bodies continued to fail.

The comrades who were forcibly implanted with mental chips were fixed on the Revenant's empathy device, exhausting the last trace of mental power for the battleship until they died.

His comrade-in-arms who became a prisoner of war sent him out of the battleship, and he tried to contact his adjutant Santa.

The sound of running water in his ears was like blood flowing, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of life passing by.Is he in a race against time?

The past has turned into desperate desperadoes who have come back to find him.As a sinner, he was thrown into a closed space and forced to meet these desperadoes.And he holds an hourglass in his hand, without a sword and armor, he can only continue to run, not daring to let himself stop.

He seemed to see the blood-covered self stumbling and groping in the dark, struggling every second to fight against the exhaustion in his body.He may be the only survivor of the long-distance fleet, but he may not be able to survive to return to the Federation.

In the end, he saw himself executed in the Capital Square, and seemed to say that he was not afraid of death, but regretted it all his life.

At the end of the darkness is a mysterious door.

He stopped before that door.A voice somewhere in the body repeatedly urged: Push it away, or you will be left here forever.

Ye Lan stared blankly at the door. At that moment, he felt that he couldn't think, and unconsciously followed the instructions given by the voice, and stretched out his hand.The moment the door was pushed open, the scenes on the experimental platform came into his eyes, and the words of resentment rang in his ears.

"Is he Ye Lin's son? The current captain of the Yuanhang Fleet, one of the three elite fleets?"

"Why can he enjoy such good treatment in the Federation, but we can only stay under the military tower, and finally be sent to the Federation's garbage dump?"

"A while ago, there were mercenaries who were trading mental chips with the empire. If we take it down and hand it over to the mercenary's connector or the empire, maybe we can make a lot of money..."

I want to go back to Capital Star, I have not betrayed the Federation, I still have important matters to report to the Marshal, I can rescue all my comrades...

I am Ye Lan, the son of Admiral Ye Lin, and the captain of the long-distance fleet. I was born to fight for the supreme glory of the Federation.

Don't leave me alone on the cold laboratory table.

Indistinctly, there seemed to be a gentle big hand passing through the dreamland and tightly clasping him.

Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and Ye Lan, who was sleeping, clenched her cold fingers unconsciously. After feeling the warmth from that hand, her breathing gradually stabilized, and her frowning brows finally relaxed.

There was a sudden spasm of the glands, Ye Lan opened his eyes suddenly, his fingers trembled, and suddenly found that the palm of his hand was warm to the touch, and it was clearly his own hand that was cold.He hurriedly turned his head to the side, and saw the hands clasped tightly with him, with slender fingers, well-defined joints, and slightly larger palms, which looked very secure.

His hands and feet were cold, but the temperature and touch from his cheeks and body clearly told him that he was hugging a man right now.From the faint smell of alcohol wafting into his nostrils, he concluded that it was a sentinel.And... I posted it on my own initiative.

He, a single and unbonded guide, offered to seduce a sentry while he was sleeping.

He was sleeping? !

"Is it better?" Along with those gentle words, Ye Lan felt a hand land on her back, gently comforting her.

Um?this voice?

Ye Lan froze for a moment, raised her eyes, and met Duan Jing's dazed gaze.He suddenly remembered that last night, he did meet Duan Jing in Aventure... As for what happened afterwards, he has no memory at all.Could it be that……

"Major General Duan?" Ye Lan called out in a hoarse voice, and then realized her recklessness, and quickly let go of his hand, and her slightly flushed cheeks also left the broad and hot chest.He propped himself up to sit up, maybe because the movement was too violent, the moment he sat upright, his mind was inexplicably dizzy.

"How do you feel now?" Seeing that his situation is unstable, Duan Jing leaned over again, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, comforting his back, and the distance suddenly became ambiguous, as if Ye Lan was leaning on him Same on shoulders.

The breath of champagne invaded his nasal cavity again the moment he approached, mobilizing his body's instinctive desire for Duan Jing's pheromone, and his heart stopped for a second.

"I was too abrupt, I'm sorry." Ye Lan hurriedly explained without answering his question, because she felt uncomfortable with such a distance, she moved a little to the side, completely unaware that she was already sitting on the edge of the bed , this movement almost caused him to stumble.

Just when his butt was about to come into close contact with the ground, one hand wrapped his body in time, and a little force on his arm saved him from an embarrassing scene.

His head hit his warm chest with a muffled thud.Ye Lan's heart skipped a beat for no reason, as if something had smashed into his heart, splashing a splash of water.

Ye Lan raised her head, looking at Duan Jing's slightly upturned eyes, she suddenly felt her throat a little dry.

"Not abrupt," Duan Jing seemed in a good mood, "compared to you insisting on grabbing the hem of my shirt when you were sleeping, tearing a few buttons because of too much strength, and then holding on to my belt and not letting go , this is not abrupt."

As Duan Jing said, she looked sideways at the bedside table, on which lay the corpse of a white shirt quietly, and a few buttons that were torn off were the evidence.

"..." After being publicly executed by Duan Jing, Ye Lan looked away in embarrassment, and was too embarrassed to speak.What did he do? !He is obviously like a dead pig when he usually sleeps... Can drinking a little wine really cause such a delay?

"I didn't do anything," Duan Jing looked back, paused, and added, "So, you don't have to be responsible to me for the time being."

Duan Jing specially emphasized the word "temporarily", but Ye Lan's ears automatically blocked his words. He sat back a little, looked around this strange room, and suddenly realized that this is not a hospital, nor is Lin Darling's home. , an answer silently crawled into my heart, ready to come out, but it turned into: "Major General Duan, where is this?"

The entire bedroom is spacious and bright. Although it is not as high-profile and luxurious as Lin Darling's house, it reveals a different kind of elegance and grandeur.

"My house," Duan Jing finished, and added, "My room."

"Uh..." Ye Lan subconsciously grabbed the quilt on the bed, already having a bad premonition.

"My bed." Duan Jing said it bluntly.

"..."