star watcher

Habitually opening his eyes, his eyes were completely dark.

Milan immediately expanded his spiritual field.

There is no watermelon red.

He suddenly felt something was wrong - he seemed to have become weaker?

Reach out to touch the mirror.

The position where he put the vision aid has not changed for so many years, and after wearing the vision aid, he looked at the familiar room, blue curtains, simple wardrobe, light-colored desk, and a double bed under him ... Milan was in a daze.

No weapons, no integrated hibernation cabin, no trophy of meat lizard teeth... This is the room he lived in when he was in Huayaoxing.

Milan looked at his hands and at the optical brain on the bedside. He still remembered that this optical brain was a gift from Mina's father.

He grabbed the optical brain to check the time: "February 2045, 2."

——2045? !

--February? !

The "Butterfly Tragedy" took place on June 2045, 6. It is clear and memorable, and will never be erased.

And now...

After all... is he dreaming?

Exactly... how many dreams did he have?

After all... is this a dream?

Milan's dual talents were at the same time, he exerted enough strength, and punched himself hard--the physical strength was indeed weak, only at the first level.

But he made a few movements, stumbled and fell to the ground, and was horrified to find that all the fighting skills he had learned in the army were clear, but he couldn't do it temporarily due to his limited physical ability!

This, what is going on here?Did he go back in time?time travel?Rebirth?Or something messed up?

I was wondering, and suddenly the door of the room opened.

Milan turned his head "swish".

Mina, who was about to walk in, was startled when he saw his son "crossed" on the ground in a strange posture: "Milan, what's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?" Saying that, he hurried over to help the eldest son up.

"Dad, Dad!" Milan sat back on the bed again, "I... am I dreaming?"

"Huh? Sleeping stupidly?"

"No, no, I mean, I... have gone through a lot of things, and I can't figure out if I'm in a dream or awake." Milan was a little incoherent, "Dad, how do you know if I'm dreaming?"

"It's not a dream now, you fell asleep and became confused." Mina said, "You two went to Xingwang to listen to a class and heard that you fell asleep. Fortunately, Xingwang installed a minor protection plug-in, and called the police in time to force you to quit. Mina explained with a smile, "Sesty even sent a message specifically to ask why the two of you stayed awake during Teacher Ji Longxue's class."

Thursty?Ji Takixue?Those two names sound so far apart.

"That's it..." Milan murmured, and then asked suddenly, "Father, can dreams warn you? Or foretell the future?"

"It's hard to say. People have been studying the function of dreams since millions of years ago. The burst of mental power actually comes from the application of the subconscious mind. I remember that you and Dr. Lin Qi studied for a while about dreams. The cause and function of it, why, do you want to study further?"

"I... didn't think about it."

"You and Bamboo slept all day, did you feel dizzy? Nausea? Or did you feel unwell? If it wasn't for the health check, I would suspect that you were hijacked by the Xingwang robber software, and you are going to call the police. Fortunately, nothing happened." Mina smiled, "Just wake up."

In fact, he thought there was something wrong with the courses recommended by Sesty, and almost tried to find someone to settle accounts with the machine armor-he is not a good-tempered master.

"The two of us?" Milan's heart moved, he and Bamboo fell asleep at the same time?

Thinking of Bamboo now, I actually have a shadowy feeling in my heart, telling myself "Banbu is fine".

Seeing the eldest son frowning, as if he was uncomfortable, Mina asked with concern: "Are you tired from studying recently? Do you want to travel to the Butterfly Star Cluster in advance to relax?".

"No, don't! Dad, I'll go see if Bamboo is awake!" Milan immediately raised his voice to object.

He reacted violently to the words "Butterfly Star Cluster" and couldn't care less about anything else: "Dad, I want to go and see Bamboo." Even though his inner feeling said "Bambu is fine," Milan still wanted to confirm it with his own eyes.

"Well, okay, let's go together. Now that you're awake, I think he's about to wake up too." Mina inadvertently mentioned his childhood, "After you brought the two of you back, you always slept soundly with him, I cried and made a lot of noise as soon as I left, and I didn’t separate slowly until a year later. Fortunately, you are sleeping separately now, otherwise you don’t know how long you will sleep.”

"Did I pester Bamboo so much when I was a child?" Milan was surprised.

"I still have the video of your first kiss, and countless other videos of kissing. How old were you two at that time? Two years old!" Mina squeezed his eyes, "I knew how to hold my brother and not let go when I was two years old."

"Ah..." Milan's heart was pounding, barely maintaining his composure on the surface, "Dad!"

"Okay, okay, we have time to look at these memories slowly - Bamboo is still sleeping." Mina lowered his voice.

The rooms of the two people are adjacent to each other. When you come out of this door, you will enter another room as soon as you turn a corner.

The furnishings are almost exactly the same, the quilt is slightly undulating on the big bed, and the person is sleeping soundly.

Even when he was asleep, he still had a paralyzed face.

In the eyes of others, it is very ordinary, but in the eyes of Milan, it is extremely cute with a paralyzed face.

"Dad, I want to lie down with Bamboo for a while, maybe he will wake up." Milan whispered.

"Well, well, remember to come down for dinner later." Mina left cheerfully.

Milan closed the door and took off the auxiliary sight glass.Scan it with mental power, um, it's still the familiar watermelon red.

He climbed onto the bed lightly and held Bamboo, who was still asleep, in his arms.Familiar breath, familiar feel.This is the real Bamboo, the identification is complete.

If you're really with Bamboo, it's not bad even if you're dreaming.

However, if the chain dream continues, he will definitely be insane.

—— Regardless of him, life is peaceful now and everything is fine.Banbu is obediently in his arms, it couldn't be more beautiful!

Even if it is a dream, I recognize it.

Milan thought, bowed his head, and kissed Bamboo.

No forehead kiss.Instead, he pecked lightly at his lips.

He didn't want to miss so many years with Bamboo, so it was justified to tie him up quickly.

It seems that "a long time ago", he also had a dream of spending the rest of his life with Bamboo, and after waking up, he confessed his love to Bamboo in a somewhat cryptic manner, but judging from Bamboo's reaction, it was obvious that the other party did not understand.

Now he is determined not to have any scruples, just go straight to it!If it's a dream, what's there to worry about?

——If it wasn't a dream, and Bamboo could respond to him, that would be even better!

Speaking of responses...

A slippery little tongue is licking his lips!

Milan was taken aback, and was about to look up—he was suppressed.

Bamboo opened his eyes half-opened, sleepy, and dazed, but without hesitation, he stretched out two hands from the bed, put them around the back of his neck, pulled them down, and took the initiative to deepen the kiss.

Milan was dumbfounded for less than a second, and when he came to his senses, the two of them measured each other's vital capacity with the idea of ​​kissing first and talking later.

After the kiss was over, Milan could see the obvious words "the meaning is still unfinished" in Bamboo's eyes.

Milan swallowed: "Bambu, do you know what you're doing?" He had to speak clearly.

Bamboo blinked: "Kiss you."

"Bambu, this is not a kiss from a loved one. Only lovers can kiss like this." Milan said solemnly, "And, you have to remember, once you kiss me, you can't kiss anyone else."

"Oh." Bamboo replied with one word.

"Do you understand what this means? I want to be a partner with you, a lifelong partner. Not a brother, not a relative, not any other relationship. In the future, I will make|love and marry you, just like Dad and Drew Just like Papa Ke."

"Huh?" Bamboo frowned, "That's not right."

Milan suddenly became nervous: "What's wrong?"

"It's not right anywhere."

Milan's whole body tensed up: "What does 'nowhere' mean? Bamboo, make it clear."

Bamboo said slowly: "First of all, brothers are a subset of relatives, not relatives, so naturally they are not brothers..." He obviously corrected Milan once, but he didn't mind correcting him a second time.

"I know this!" Milan was a little anxious, "What else?"

"The other thing is that what you just said is something that will happen in the future and cannot be established."

"What happened in the future cannot be established?" It was Milan's turn to frown, "You don't want to...be a partner with me?"

Bamboo said frankly: "Because we have become partners. This incident is a one-time incident, and it will never happen again in the future."

Milan felt a big thunder in his ear: "Already?" Become a partner?

"Also made love."

Milan was stupefied by the second Ray: "Also?" To...have...love...

Bamboo looked at Milan and continued: "We proposed to each other, and we both agreed."

Milan couldn't keep up with Banbu's progress, and his mind was full of "work|love" and some pornographic scenes.

"You also said that in human society, we have to apply for marriage in reality." Bamboo repeated this very faithfully, and stopped, "Milan, are you uncomfortable?"

The red-faced Milan glared at Bamboo, grabbed the quilt and covered the two people's heads and faces, and then communicated with mental power: "Banbu, you and I had the same dream? Or are we back from the future to the present?" ?”

"The former." Bamboo replied very positively.

"Really, but that, how is that possible..."

"What you said in your dream is also valid as a contract, so you can't count it." Bamboo said solemnly, "Milan, our spiritual power has been bound. If you don't believe me, try it."

"Try? How to try?"

"Focus on me and think about me."

Milan concentrated, as if a thin silk thread appeared in his mind, one end was in his hand, and the other end was floating, floating, floating... It seemed to be passing a warm love.

Bamboo asked at this moment: "Do you feel it, I'm saying 'love you'."

Milan lifted the quilt and looked at Bamboo in astonishment: "What's going on?"

"Go ahead, send what you want to say to me."

Milan did as he did, and concentrated again, as if a white light flashed on the silk thread, tensing and relaxing instantly.Bamboo then said, "You expressed doubt and uncertainty?"

— This is exactly what Milan sent out.

"What is this?" Milan asked again.

"Oath to work." Bamboo thought for a while, "It's the welfare between partners."

"So - why did we become partners, why did we have the same dream?" Milan was about to go crazy.

"Because I don't know if I accept your love, Milan."

As soon as these words came out, Milan suddenly became quiet: "Bambu?"

"Milan, I'm sorry." Bamboo sincerely apologized to his partner who has not been legally recognized, but has become a de facto marriage regardless of physical or mental strength.

In order to show his sincerity, he pricked into Milan's arms, hugged her a little tighter, and rubbed his furry head against his chest several times through Milan's thin pajamas.

——This kind of action is really to express sincerity, or to take advantage of the opportunity, it is not known.