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In star calendar 3577, the new Wang Chunlei delivered a speech on enthronement.

Unlike the previous kings who were magnificent and wanted to expand the power of the country and explore more unknown territories, the new king's policy is to abolish the existing diet law, ingredient restriction law, and all the special supply laws that were exclusively used by nobles and royal families in the past. .

When the handsome young king had finished reading the enumerated regulations, he took off his crown.

The golden crown was placed on the ancient white stone table, making a crisp sound.

"above."

"Today's Capital Star is shining brightly, and the summer wind blows away the haze in the sky."

"I wish you all the freedom to think and the unquenchable spirit of exploration forever after today."

What remains on the light screen is Chunlei's tall and straight back in a red cloak.

Chunlei's speech lasted only 3 minutes, making it the shortest king's speech in history.

The move of the new king to take off the crown at the end caused a great interstellar discussion. This new king...wouldn't want to do it just a few days after taking office?

Obviously brought them the dawn of a new day.

"Ah... I just think the crown is too heavy. It might be good to change the material later."

Chunlei rubbed her neck, not like the rebel who killed the old king swiftly and resolutely, but an office worker who had just finished a heavy meeting and finally took a breather.

"By the way, what do I want?" Chunlei reached out to the adjutant beside him.

The adjutant immediately bowed and handed over a sealed refrigerator box, Chunlei took it and looked around for Cheng Jieyi's figure.

"Mr. Jiang Li, after watching your speech, he went to watch the broadcast on the Gourmet Channel."

Cheng Jieyi has been very busy these days. Although he could send various recipes to the system in an endless stream, Cheng Jieyi suddenly stopped translating when he saw those star-studded recipes.

If all the recipes in this world are brought by him, then...how long will it take for people in this world to just study, research, and get tired of eating?

Will they continue to explore and research spontaneously, whether it is delicious or not, their own food?

"Well, you are right to think about it."

Chunlei nodded in agreement after hearing Cheng Jieyi's troubles.

"What they lack most is not edible food, but the right to think freely and an unquenchable spirit of exploration."

So Chunlei said the same thing in his speech today, all the obstacles that were originally artificially erected have disappeared, waiting for them is an era that needs to run non-stop to measure the boundaries.

Chunlei took the box and found Cheng Jieyi, who was watching the food channel. Cheng Jieyi watched the chefs demonstrate cooking on the channel seriously. The bullet screen and message boards of the live broadcast were almost maxed out, but fortunately, the interstellar signal was good, so he could see clearly Every move of the cook.

It’s just that there are still people who are frantically brushing the version, “the chef said something” and “why can’t you explain while talking”.

The cook was so disturbed that he zoomed out, revealing the position above his neck.

Oh, this is a member of the Turtle tribe who only uttered three sentences from birth to death. The first sentence is the cry of a baby, the second sentence is a courtship in youth, and the third sentence is a prayer when he is about to die.

Turtle Cook gestured gracefully at the light screen, then pulled down the camera and continued cooking.

I don't care about the middle finger symbol on the light screen at all, as long as I feel happy.

Cheng Jieyi couldn't help laughing, Chunlei patted Cheng Jieyi's shoulder from behind, and raised the refrigerator in his hand towards him.

"I want to send something to my friend, come together?"

Cheng Jieyi nodded, put away the light screen and Chunlei and walked outside the palace.

Chunlei didn't have any king's exclusive car, so he found a white shuttle at random, and went to the outer area of ​​Capital Star with Chunlei.

The capital star is so lively today, Cheng Jieyi can see what the people below are doing on the shuttle, the enchanting and enthusiastic dancers in red, and the children running and playing with small model airplanes in the crowd, as well as the burning lights of every household. Cheng Jieyi seemed to be able to smell the mouth-watering aroma through the thick quartz glass.

The shuttle ship slowly stopped at No. 16 port in the outer area.

On this day of national celebration, there are no ships berthed in this port.

Chun Lei held the cooler box and walked step by step towards the Star Cemetery in the capital, where most of the people buried here were civilians.

"What's in this refrigerator?" Cheng Jieyi asked.

"The thing I promised to give to my friend before," Chunlei paused for a while, as if recalling something, "a box of real mango preserves."

Chunlei stood in front of a small electronic tombstone. He opened the refrigerator box, took a piece and ate it by himself, and handed it to Cheng Jieyi while eating.

"I'm not leaving the food here to spoil, so that's what he smells day and night again."

Cheng Jieyi picked up a piece of candied mango and took a bite, the sweet taste filled his tongue.

During this time, Cheng Jieyi listened to Chunlei talk about his first friend, the little fat man who played gashapon together.

"I promised to let him eat really delicious food, but it was a pity that I couldn't fulfill it at that time."

"I have never dared to come to see him these years. After all, he was killed by me. If I hadn't brazenly let my family know that I want to give commoners something that belongs to nobles..."

"Maybe everything is different."

"I can give him a lot now, and he can eat whatever he wants."

"But when I was speaking on stage just now, I suddenly felt that I should give him what he thought was the best before."

"A box of mango preserves."

Chunlei and Cheng Jieyi slowly ate up the box of candied mangoes, and then poured two bottles of water to barely dilute the arrogant sweetness in their mouths.

"Ahem, cough, sorry."

Chunlei choked on water like a drinker, then turned her back to Cheng Jieyi and coughed.

Cheng Jieyi looked at Chunlei's slightly twitching shoulders, and stood quietly aside, looking at the little boy on the electronic tombstone who would always be ten years old.

About 5 minutes later, Chunlei turned around, and there was no trace on his face.

"Let's go."

Chunlei and Cheng Jieyi walked down the steps. There were a few white petals falling on the steps, and when they stepped on them, there would be a little splash of juice.

This should have been a silent journey home, but Chunlei suddenly spoke.

"Are you going to continue your trip?"

Cheng Jieyi stopped in a daze, he looked up at Chunlei, who tapped the corner of his eye.

"People who are in love always look at the person they like. Recently, you always look like you have finished something, the sparkle in your eyes...just like my master's appearance before the voyage."

Cheng Jieyi didn't answer Chunlei's question directly, but asked Chunlei out of curiosity.

"You still have a master?"

Chunlei nodded, he took out the golden pendant from his close pocket and opened it in front of Cheng Jieyi.

"I want to introduce you to all the important people around me, but Master left more than ten years ago."

The moment Cheng Jieyi saw the photo, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, but he quickly controlled it again.

"___, ___, ___."

Cheng Jieyi couldn't pronounce the words "Qin Mijun" in this plane.

[Article 630 of the Dream Maker Law: To prevent malicious competition among dream makers, and to prevent the risk of leaking the coordinates of the dream makers' planes. 】

[Whether dreamers meet by chance or complete tasks together, the system will issue language prohibition areas in advance. 】

[Dreammakers will never be able to call out another dreamer's real name in front of low-level creatures. 】

At this moment, Cheng Jieyi knew that Qin Mijun had become a dream maker.

Is the dreamer named Butterfly still holding back?

Let Qin Mijun inherit her identity, then... what Qin Mijun said before, "I hope to meet you again", is no longer an unattainable wish.

Seeing Cheng Jieyi's expression, Chunlei frowned slightly.

"You know him?"

"...A friend of mine." Cheng Jieyi nodded with nostalgia in his eyes.

Chunlei seems to have been opened up to Ren and Du's two veins suddenly, all the memories of getting along with Qin Mijun, and all the words that have been said come to mind bit by bit.

Chunlei said silently from the bottom of her heart, "Ah, so it is like this".

But, so what.

I can't just kneel down and admit defeat without even trying.

Chunlei pursed her lips tightly, and made an invitation to Cheng Jieyi.

Cheng Jieyi opened his eyes slightly, but he still did not answer directly as before.The corners of his lips are always slightly raised, like a smile, but there is no response.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Chunlei came to the window of Cheng Jieyi's bedroom, jumped up and went straight to the balcony.

The bedroom was very quiet, the lights were all off, and Chunlei couldn't see what was going on inside.

But it doesn't matter, Chunlei knocked on the French window.

"The butterfly is back tonight, do you want to come and see it?"

Many fluorescent green and fluorescent blue butterflies appeared on the grass of the palace, in the forest, and even in the sky.

This is an insect native to Capital Star, which only appears on the last night of late summer every year.

The night sky instantly turned into a blue night sea, and those green fluorescent lights were like fish swimming in the sea, stretching their tail fins gracefully and stretching, swimming in the night sky.

But there was no echo in the room, Cheng Jie seemed to be fast asleep.

Chunlei raised her head, did not open the French windows, but stood on the terrace all the time, watching the butterflies fall from the sky to the ground, then flew up from the ground, and landed on Chunlei's shoulders.

The graceful and beautiful butterflies are like a never-ending dream, until the first rays of the artificial sun break through the clouds, and they return to the forest one after another.

Their wings will be burned to ashes in the sky, and their bodies will be turned into nutrients that nourish the vegetation. Just waiting for the next summer, they will fly again in the night sky....

With the sunshine, Chunlei can see the scenery inside the floor-to-ceiling windows clearly.

Cheng Jieyi's bed was facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, but there was no one on the bed.

There was not a single person in the room.

Chunlei curled up one corner of her lips, and her shoulders slumped slightly as if disappointed.

"I made an appointment with you today, but you left last night."

Cheng Jieyi gave him a fantasy dream just like this night butterfly, which disappeared at dawn.

"However, it is a pity that I will not go after you just like this. This country still needs me, and when they no longer need a new king... When they understand that personal wisdom has its limits, I will put down the burden and embark on a journey."

Chunlei looked sideways at the bottom of the terrace, and there were people in white uniforms looking for Chunlei with a black instrument in their hands.

Chunlei knew what it was.

That is a searcher capable of reading information across planes.

This world has already started cross-plane research, and there have been some successful precedents.

After Qin Mijun left, Chunlei also tried to find him when he left Capital Star.But no matter what kind of carpet search, communication, optical network, or even entrusting a wandering radioman who only lives on cosmic storms and meteors, there is no trace of Qin Mijun.

It's like the person never existed in this world.

Chunlei thinks about Qin Mijun's actions and speech, even though he conceals it very skillfully, Chunlei can still detect the difference between him and the world.

"Interplanetary".

Chunlei saw such a report one day, and then vaguely confirmed something.

On the first day Chunlei entered the palace, he deployed a large number of detectors.When someone who crosses the plane appears, Chunlei will know as soon as possible.

But these detectors, originally intended for reunions, are now being used to hear farewells.

"Head? What are you doing outside Mr. Jiang's room?!"

The adjutant looked at Chunlei with the same eyes as he would look at a criminal, but gradually, his contemptuous expression turned into shock, and finally he stumbled into nonsense.

"Is it raining? I can see that your face is wet, go back to your room and hide!"

Chunlei shook his head, and just turned over and got off the balcony. He took the detector in the adjutant's hand and walked to the government affairs room.

"Seal the outside of that room, and no one will enter in the future."

The adjutant looked at Chunlei's back, his right hand still kept a finger slightly open, as if... there was a person who was going to hold him at any time.

It's just that Chunlei had no one to accompany him when he was young, and when he grew up, there was still no one to accompany him when he grew old.