Cannon fodder dressed as a disabled marshal

Shen Qiran felt that he had complied with the "Law of True Fragrance". He was clearly dealing with tasks at first, but now, he actually quite liked writing letters.When he went to the store to buy envelopes and letter paper, the clerk knew him well, and she smiled and recommended him cute letter paper with a fragrance. =

Probably it is the distance that produces beauty. When communicating with Shao Xing on the letter paper, he felt that the other party was much more cordial than usual, and there was no obstacle in the communication between the two. There was a lot to say in the letters written every day. Shen Qiran felt that he and Shao Xing could definitely become good friends.

Shen Qiran bought a small box alone, and neatly stored the letters sent by Shao Xing in the box. When the box was almost half full, Shen Qiran suddenly learned something in a communication with Shao Yao——

Shao Xing's birthday is approaching.

Shao Yao just said it casually at the time. After all, in her opinion, Shen Qiran cared so much about Shao Xing, so she must remember this special day firmly. She didn't know the other side of the communicator, and Shen Qiran was stunned. Flip through the calendar.

Shao Xing's basic information is open to the public, which of course includes his birthday, April 4, which is less than a month away.

Although Shen Qiran didn't think that Shao Xing would expect him to give him any gifts, but the two of them still had business with foreign husbands, so they had to put on a show...

So when he wrote the letter that night, Shen Qiran asked directly.

——Brother Shao, how do you want to celebrate your birthday?Is there anything you want?

It's not that he doesn't want to surprise Shao Xing, it's because he has too little money to surprise Shao Xing.As a Marshal of the Empire who lived two lifetimes, Shao Xing has never seen any high-end gadgets. If he wants a limited-edition scale starship model or something, he won’t be able to make enough money even if he sells himself a hundred times!It's better to ask clearly first, if you can't be satisfied, there is still room for bargaining.

The next morning, Shao Xing's reply arrived as scheduled, and Shen Qiran immediately opened it to check, and there was indeed a reply to this question inside.

【casual. 】

"..."

Well, such a perfunctory reply is expected... Shao Mowang is not a person who pays attention to these things at first glance, so he should just prepare something casually when the time comes.

Thinking of this, Shen Qiran couldn't help but relax a lot, and he continued to read.

【Speaking of which, it will be your birthday in two months. I wonder if you have any gift you want? 】

what……

Shen Qiran actually doesn't know when the original owner's birthday is. His own birthday is at the end of May, which is exactly two months away. Could it be that the original owner's birthday is on the same day as him?

Shen Qiran didn't think deeply, and continued to read.

[If you don't have any ideas, I have a suggestion.A while ago, I told you about the outer galaxies. You seem to be very interested in the constellations of the Milky Way. Most of the planets over there are undeveloped and uninhabited small planets. They are currently being auctioned. If you like it, I will buy you a planet as a How about a birthday present?I don't know what you think? 】

"..."

Shen Qiran almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

What, what? !Demon King Shao wants to buy a planet? ?

Today is not April Fool's Day.

Shen Qiran looked at the calendar, and confirmed to Ou Rui and the others that today is definitely not a special tricky festival in this world, and then fell into a deep daze.

If it wasn't for the improvement of the relationship with Shao Xing during this time, Shen Qiran's first reaction would definitely be that Demon King Shao was digging a trap and waiting for him to jump, but the two of them get along well now, Shao Xing wouldn't be so cunning all of a sudden...

Taking a step back, even if it's for the couple's business to show off, this, this cost is too staggering!Are you kidding me?

The more Shen Qiran thought about it, the more magical he felt, he couldn't help but took out his smartphone and sent a message.

"Are you serious? Buying planets?"

Soon, Shao Xing replied.

"Hmm. Haven't you always been interested in galaxy clusters?"

Shen Qiran: "..."

When he wrote the letter before, he had indeed asked Shao Xing about a lot of information about alien galaxies. Among them, there was a place called the Milky Way, which made him very concerned, and he asked Shao Xing a lot about the situation there.

However, after in-depth understanding, Shen Qiran found that the name was the same as the "Milky Way" in his own world, and the others were completely inaccurate. There was no earth blue star there, so he forgot about it. Unexpectedly Shao Xing still remembers it all the time.

"Being interested doesn't mean you want to buy it!" Shen Qiran sent a message with embarrassment, "This is too exaggerated! I don't want it."

It took a while to get back to him.

"……All right."

Why is there a feeling of reluctance...Brother, are you the type who is disappointed when the money can't be spent? ?

He doesn't understand the world of the rich.

"Then is there anything you want?" the other side asked again.

Yes, I want money!A lot of divorce money!

Shen Qiran shouted in his heart, but the typed content was: "No, I don't need anything. [Smile.jpg]" Anyway, if you want it, it's for nothing, and he dare not accept things from the Shao family.

"Oh." The other side said, "Then I can figure it out."

Shen Qiran: "?"

The other party didn't reply again, Shen Qiran nervously put away his smartphone, and when his eyes fell on the sentence "casually" on the letter paper, his mood was quite different from before.

Regardless of whether Shao Xing really wanted to buy the planet or not, at least he was sincere, and he definitely couldn't just fool around with a gift and end the matter.

So... what should I get?

For a sincere gift, either the money is in place, or the heart is in place. He really doesn't have the former, so he can only make a fuss about the latter.

***

In the next few days, Ou Rui and the others suddenly discovered: Shen Qiran, a good student with ten thousand years, has also started fishing. When the teacher's lectures are boring, he will take out a small notebook and write down the number of times he ran to the piano room after class. Also more frequently than usual.

"Are you composing a new song?" Xia Shuyun asked him.

Xia Shuyun has made great progress these days, and the three new songs for the graduation performance have been finalized, but it may be due to habit, he still often invites Shen Qiran to the piano room, Shen Qiran is also willing to discuss creative matters with him, and basically does not refuse Pass.Now the two are in the piano room.

"That's right." Shen Qiran was thinking about the melody while recording inspiration in the notebook.

Xia Shuyun was silent for a while, then asked again.

"Is it for your husband?"

"Uh-huh??"

Shen Qiran finally raised his head. He really wanted to write a song for Shao Xing. After all, this was the most sincere gift he could think of and within his ability, but did he show it clearly?Xia Shuyun actually noticed it?

and many more.

No, how did Xia Shuyun know that he had a husband?Does he know his identity?

Seeing Shen Qiran looking at her in astonishment, Xia Shuyun forced a smile.

"I heard from Owen that you are married." He paused, his voice tensed slightly due to tension, "Is it true?"

Shen Qiran felt that the other party didn't seem to know his true identity, so naturally there was no need to hide that he was married, so he admitted it generously.

"Correct."

Although he no longer had hope, but hearing Shen Qiran's own admission, Xia Shuyun's heart was still as lost as if he had fallen to the bottom of the valley. He stared blankly at the score written by the other party's pen, and murmured.

"So this piece...is a love song?"

"Ah, no." Shen Qiran said hastily, "It's just an ordinary...well, a healing song?"

In fact, he originally wanted to write the first battle song. After all, Shao Xing is a soldier, and his style is still so tough, but then he thought that Shao Xing seemed to like "Serenade" very much. Shen Qiran decided to write the genre he is good at, but he would It is a little more cheerful than "Serenade", and it can probably be classified as a healing song full of vitality.

Xia Shuyun was startled, and nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, love songs are too vulgar. A person as powerful as you would certainly write something different." He looked at Shen Qiran a few more times, and couldn't help but say, "Although I understand your mood, don't overwork your body. I can see that your dark circles have come out."

"Yeah, is that so?" Shen Qiran rubbed her eyes subconsciously, and laughed a few times, "Because I can't stop the inspiration, I've been staying up for a while these days, and I'll be fine when the song takes shape."

The two chatted a few more words, and then Shen Qiran went to practice in the piano room next door.Xia Shuyun continued to practice his graduation performance repertoire, probably because of his disturbed mind, today he has been out of state, and the sound of the violin he played was condensed and choked, it was hard to hear, and finally he had to stop playing and put away the violin.

Since you don't want to play, then listen to other people's performance.

Thinking so, Xia Shuyun left the piano room, wanting to visit Shen Qiran.He likes to listen to Shen Qiran playing the piano very much. Even if it is a non-spiritual piece, the other party can perform it vividly, beautifully and full of aura, which is an indescribable enjoyment for the audience.

However, after pushing open the door of the piano room, there was no piano sound coming from the room. Xia Shuyun glanced around the room and found that Shen Qiran was not sitting in front of the piano, but lying on the seat by the window.Spread out in front of him is the small book that records his creative inspiration. He must have fallen asleep unknowingly while thinking about the new melody.

Not wanting to disturb his nap, Xia Shuyun walked lightly to the opposite side of the table and sat down.

It was in the evening, and the orange sunset glow shone in, giving everything a warm halo.The man's sleeping face was quiet, and his long eyelashes were slightly raised, like the wings of a quiet butterfly, fragile and soft.The window was open with a small slit, and the breeze gently stirred the other party's forehead hair, which was so soft that one couldn't help but want to rub it.

Xia Shuyun quietly looked at the person in front of her, as if staring at an unattainable dream.Worried that the other party would catch a cold from the wind, he got up and closed the window, but accidentally touched the notebook on the table.

The notebook slid to the ground and made a "pop" sound. Xia Shuyun was taken aback. Seeing that Shen Qiran was not awakened, he was relieved and leaned over to pick it up.

His gaze inadvertently glanced over the contents of the opened page, and his outstretched hand froze suddenly.

The content on that page was also a draft of a song. Judging from the scope of the page, it should be Shen Qiran's earlier creation.Although the handwriting of the draft is rather sloppy, and there are still large sections of crossed out content in many places, the main rhythm of the melody is something Xia Shuyun is very familiar with——

It was a draft of Serenade.

The laughter of the students on the campus could be heard outside the window, and the room was so quiet that a needle could be heard. Xia Shuyun stared blankly at the page. After a long time, he stretched out his hand stiffly, and picked up the notebook.

He carefully checked the drafts before and after that page, and the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't believe it.Creative ideas are difficult to imitate. If you don’t have pure melodic creative thinking, even if you have heard the final product, it is difficult to imitate the idea of ​​​​creating this piece of music.After Xia Shuyun finished reading the manuscript, the vague guesses formed in her heart became more and more unquestionable.

Could it be...Shen Qiran is "Mr. R" himself?

Mr. R is very mysterious. There is almost no real information left on the Internet. He didn't even attend the award ceremony of the charity celebration, so his identity remains a mystery.Also because he is too mysterious, discussions about his identity on Starnet have never stopped.Judging from the clues collected so far, there are only two points of accurate information recognized by everyone: first, his identity is a college student; second, he lives in the capital.

As for Shen Qiran, it just fits these two points.

Xia Shuyun couldn't help thinking that every time she mentioned Mr. R, Shen Qiran's expression was very subtle, and she would even cleverly avoid the topic.During this period of contact, Xia Shuyun could see that Shen Qiran was very insightful in the creation of non-spiritual music, and his level was even far higher than his own. How could such a person not pay attention to non-spiritual music? What about the creator, Mr. R?

——Unless, he is Mr. R himself.

Because I am myself, I have nothing to talk about; and because I am myself, I am embarrassed to talk about myself with others.

Xia Shuyun slowly raised his head, he looked at the person opposite, the complexity in his heart was beyond words.

There is no need to question it anymore, Shen Qiran is Mr. R.He really didn't expect that in the dark days when he was bullied by the college, the person who extended a friendly hand to him and the one who saved him from the quagmire of despair and pain would be the same person.

And this person, right now, was right in front of his eyes, within reach.

He quietly looked at the person who was still sleeping soundly, his fluctuating mood suddenly calmed down.The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, the noise outside the window, the sound of the piano outside the door, and the voices of people in the corridor all disappeared.

The only thing that can be heard is the increasingly clear and accelerating heartbeat in the chest.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, and when he was about to touch the man's cheek, a tyrannical force suddenly restrained his wrist, and at the same time, a cold man's voice rang in his ears.

"He's not someone you can imagine."

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