lyra sleepless

"After the October Revolution, a large number of White Russian nobles fled. Europe, Asia, and North America, some of them still hold wealth and are active in social circles with their old aristocratic status, so they left a record. The closest blood can be found today. Aller The descendants of a cousin of Keshe, they returned to China and settled in Moscow in the 90s."

An old photo was handed over, held down by a leather glove, and looked at carefully under the dim light of the tavern.

The yellow pear wood table top was covered with years of light, and the person sitting on one side showed sharp and distinct facial features under the lowered brim of the hat. When he saw the person in the photo, he let out a low hum.

The companion sitting behind him on the right leaned over to look at it, and then smiled: "The appearance is too different."

"It's been more than 100 years apart, and there must be differences. But blood relationship is no problem. This branch has always adhered to the principle of equal marriage. Even after exile, most of the marriage partners chosen are royal descendants. As we all know, because of the marriage tradition, the whole of Europe The blood of the royal family is not far behind."

The old man at the other end of the table raised his wrinkled face. The lines on his face were like birch bark, drowning the original appearance, only a pair of eyes hooked like a falcon.He defended himself confidently, his cloudy eyes fixed on the customer, "You have to trust an old KGB."

The leading man raised his hand, and his companion lightly carried a small suitcase to the center of the table, smiling politely: "It's a deposit. If it's as you said, there will be two more suitcases like this."

The old man dragged the box suspiciously, and his gaze suddenly became much deeper.

"Don't you need to count?" The other party's tone was still gentle and decent, but the old man raised his drooping eyelids and looked at him warily: "No, I know how heavy the gold should be."

Even a small eleven-inch box weighs nearly five hundred catties, and this calm-looking man picked it up with one hand.

"Jing Ye," the man on the main seat called out, "Let's go."

"Your Majesty, do you really have to leave it to outsiders? Actually, I can..."

"It's not necessary," his words were interrupted, You Jing turned around, the street lights stretched his figure very long, the early winter snow fell on the coat, and he said concisely: "You are my soldier , You don’t have to touch this kind of thing.”

He raised his eyes, and the cold light of snow flakes flashed in his dark pupils, which made Yan Jing startled, and couldn't help reaching out to catch a piece of snow.

You Jing smiled: "Have you never seen snow?"

"I've been at the riverside base for too long." Yan Jing replied cautiously.The riverside base is located on a rocky planet, which is dry and cold, with little precipitation.

"There is a lot of snow in Russia, and the scenery is beautiful. You can go out for a few days here."

Yan Jing also nodded slightly, with firm eyes: "I'm afraid I'm not used to this kind of life anymore." He added eagerly: "Your Majesty, after returning to Lyra, Jing Ye still wants to guard the river bank."

"Oh," You Jing squinted at him, and said gently, "But I'm worried that you will be self-respecting, what should I do?"

"Your Majesty!" Yan Jing was also shocked, regardless of the occasion and whether anyone would pass by, she was about to kneel down and salute immediately.

At that moment, You Jing suddenly grabbed his elbow with a strong hand, restrained him in a kneeling position, bent slightly, lowered his head, and slowly helped him up, looking down at his panicked expression.

You Jing suddenly smiled and said, "You know what? I came here ten years ago."

One hand swiftly pressed down on the car window, revealing a young and reckless face. His eyes swept across the deserted streets, and he opened his mouth to complain, "It's so boring. He's talking about his business. Why does he have to force me to come with him?"

"Mr. Zhen, these foundations will be left to you in the future. The chairman has worked hard." The secretary next to him smiled and said to him as if coaxing an ignorant child.

Zhen Chenyou tugged at the neckline of his shirt, loosened the slender red tie, lowered his head and said in disgust, "Don't call me that, you're too old." He took a breath, turned his eyes, and smiled again Said: "The serious Mr. Zhen is not me, right?"

The secretary could only smile at him, knowing that this topic was beyond his reach.Zhen Tongfeng has been overwhelmed by his elder brother all his life, most of his hopes are on the complaining young master in front of him, hoping that he can compete with his cousins.

Zhen Chenyou is extremely smart, but he doesn't have the same ambition to achieve his career as his father. He was brought up to be indifferent and luxurious, with a look of disdain that only young people can have, but he is not frivolous. He knows that he still has a lot of youth to grow. Prodigal so he is unwilling to be moved by everything, and occasionally smiles, as if it can light up the whole world.

He hasn't graduated from university yet, and because of how his future is going to wrestle with his father, he is unwilling to enter his own business.This time when he came to Russia for investment negotiations, Zhen Tongfeng wanted his son to show his face in front of his partners, but Zhen Chenyou refused to say a word. When an elderly official heard about Zhen Chenyou's resume, he asked a few extra questions, and smiled slightly when he heard his tutor's name: "We were classmates when he was studying in the Soviet Union."

This brightened Zhen Chenyou's eyes, as if he understood that there are people of the same kind in this generation. He ignored the etiquette during the dinner and asked the blond Russian scientist in a low voice in English. The other party did not meet him outside of work. After such an enthusiastic colleague, and due to the confidentiality clause, he hesitated, and the two attracted the attention of the guest of honor. The Russian was very bold after drinking too much vodka, and said to Zhen Tongfeng with a blushing face: "Dr. Zhen, your son and You are so different."

Zhen Tongfeng smiled and laughed on the surface, but his face turned dark when he turned his head.Zhen Chenyou was caught by his father while washing his hands in the bathroom, and Zhen Tongfeng said angrily: "I asked you to get close to people who are useful in business. They are my father's friends now, but it doesn't mean they will be yours in the future." My friend. You are fine, you have a hot chat with a technician, how do I usually teach you?"

Zhen Chenyou wiped his hands slowly, and looked at his father stubbornly: "I don't do business, so I don't need such friends. Also, don't look down on people who do technology, your son will be one of them in the future."

Zhen Tongfeng pointed at him and trembled: "Why did I give birth to you..."

"Don't be discouraged, you still have a son," Zhen Chenyou contradicted, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "Even the stars are unwilling to take over from you, you can always find a woman who will give birth to a son who is greedy for power and money. "

After he finished speaking, he didn't care about Zhen Tongfeng's reaction, turned around and walked away, shaking a hand behind him: "If you think I'm ashamed, then I'll leave first."

He had long legs and big strides, and Zhen Tongfeng couldn't catch up with him, so he rushed into the corridor and stomped his feet and shouted, "Bring an interpreter with you! If you don't understand Russian, don't get lost!"

The moment Zhen Chenyou stepped out of the Ministry of Energy building, he shrugged and said to himself, "It's so troublesome."

It was extremely cold in Moscow on a winter night, and pedestrians gradually became scarce. He was walking aimlessly on the street, and when he was about to turn around and return to the hotel, he saw a brightly lit tourist shop with a signboard drawn in the shape of the dome of St. In the warm yellow night lights, it looks like a misty fairyland.

With a thought in his heart, he felt that he could buy some souvenirs for Xing Xing.The glass window is full of golden red and dark green matryoshka dolls, wood carvings, and clay sculptures, which are full of ethnic taste and are chaotic, like a broken fairy tale. It is not suitable for a ten-year-old boy with outcropping, horsewhip and gun models. He felt cliche again.

The salesperson in a flowered silk shirt had seen this frowning young man in extraordinary clothes, and warmly greeted him, leading him to the cabinet with a large egg, and the lacquered window frame was carved with delicate patterns of flowers and spruce , making the eggs sparkle.The salesperson can speak a little English and Chinese, even gestures and guesses, Zhen Chenyou finally figured it out, most of the works here are modern artists, and the top few floors are royal eggs made after Faberge.

He looked at it carelessly, the master is the master, although the few royal eggs can be vaguely seen as inferior imitations, but the colors and shapes are brilliant and outstanding. '

Zhen Chenyou fixed his eyes on one of them, pointed and said, "I want to see that one."

The salesperson wrapped the silk base very carefully, took the egg from the cabinet and put it on the temporary display shelf. It was full of turquoise brilliance, and the totem made of gold covered the entire egg body, as if it was made by nature. After the egg body was opened, A double-headed eagle guards the crown, and a portrait of a boy is framed in a gleaming zirconia frame.

The salesperson explained: "This is a gift for Crown Prince Alexei. I wish him health and happiness."

Zhen Chenyou stuck out his tongue: "Coincidentally, I also want to give a gift to a little boy." He asked casually, "I'm in your museum, and I don't seem to have seen such a collection."

"After the revolution, the crown prince's Easter eggs were confiscated, sold, and later flowed into the United States. But they belong to Russia forever, and only we know how to make these beautiful Easter eggs." The salesperson's pink and delicate round face is full of seriousness, Zhen Chenyou His smile stopped for a moment. China has experienced similar experiences. He and his classmates went to the Mogao Grottoes on foot and saw the embarrassing blankness on the murals with his own eyes.

He thought for a while, and said in the characteristic willful tone of a rich young master: "I don't want this low-level imitation, you can make one for me as it is, and the material should be the same."

"It will be very expensive," the other party reminded, "The pattern of the original product is not plated with gold, and the frame is made of crystal stones and diamonds..."

"I'll pay the full amount now." Zhen Chenyou said with a smile, making the salesperson blush, "How long will it take?"

"A customer ordered one before, but later broke the contract." After checking the inventory, she said, "So we happen to have a ready-made one, and we can get it in about three days."

"Okay, I'll pick it up in three days." Zhen Chenyou fastened his scarf, put his hands in his coat pockets, tilted his head and said, "I look forward to seeing you next time."

"Wait a minute!" The salesperson suddenly shouted as if remembering something.

"What's wrong?" Zhen Chenyou turned around and asked in doubt.

"The portrait in the egg can be changed. We can customize a new miniature painting for you. Don't you want to give it away?"

"No need," Zhen Chen said, "The little prince is very cute."

Two days later, he returned home early, and his younger brother Zhen Xingye happily hugged his waist as soon as he entered the house: "Brother! What did you bring me?"

In silence, he opened his younger brother's fingers one by one, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he asked, "Where's Mom?"

A woman's scream came from upstairs, Zhen Chenyou rushed up, tightly hugging her distraught mother with limp legs, knelt on the ground, buried her head in her well-maintained long hair, her mobile phone fell on the stairs , the screen is broken.

"You guessed it a long time ago, right? I'm not the You Jing you are familiar with. But you don't know who I am. If my father hadn't had a car accident at that time, I should be a mediocre researcher on this planet now. Right now I just got home from work, and there is a partner who is not very loving waiting for me at home... I have never had any great ambitions, but the world has given me 20 years of comfort and wealth, and I must use the remaining years to repay it, Zhen Chen You himself chose to make mistakes again and again, seeking his own death, no wonder others."

"Who is it?" Yan Jing also asked.

You Jing raised his eyelids: "What?"

"Who killed your father?"

You Jing smiled lightly and shook his fingers: "No one. The 22-year-old Zhen Chenyou thought that the murderer of his father was his uncle Zhen Yuhong, but the 22-year-old You Jing told you that in retrospect, it was really an accident. It’s just that the time is just right, our family will sign the natural gas contract in another day. If Zhen Yuhong wants to get rid of Zhen Tongfeng, there are too many ways that are less eye-catching. But I desperately needed a reason back then. I can live my life with simple food and light food, but my mother and Xing Xing are used to being supported by others. Why should I want them to be driven into the dust with me? So I can only force myself to give up the life I dream of, and force myself to shed my skin and become a snake... I don't have that courage, I can only hate."

"You fought with them for ten years, and finally sent yourself to prison and buried in it?"

"Well, I have done all the bad things, and I have to blame myself. I have plotted with too many people. Once I lose power, everyone wants me to die." You Jing laughed at himself, "Do you feel that there is such an emperor in the Lyra constellation? Don't worry."

"If you do it all over again..."

"I won't lose again." You Jing quickly replied.

Yan Jing was also taken aback, and said, "I want to ask, if you do it all over again, would you still make the same choice?"

They fell silent.

"I don't know." You Jing looked at the far corner of the street, the snowflakes in the dark night fluttered down like closed dreams one by one, as if a luxurious carriage would kick by in the next second. Behind the window, the little crown prince wearing a sailor suit has a chubby face like a hamster, with the most clear and pure blue eyes, passing away with the snowflakes in the wind.

"If it wasn't for the time I died, I wouldn't know what it's like to love someone. A person who has never lived in this era, a person buried in history, in Zhen Chenyou's world 100 years ago, the Russian Crown Prince Alexei was just a background noise that never attracted attention, but now I can still remember the temperature of Yegor's fingers and the appearance of meditation. What is real and what is phantom? I can't find out yet, but what freed me from the fate of a mortal is not wealth, nor the throne of Lyra, but Yegor."

He turned around slowly and looked at Yan Jingye: "So I leave this choice to you."

Yan Jing also trembled all over, only to hear him continue: "You have suspected me for a long time, Jing Ye, but the deal is done, the Lyra is mine now, and you have no room for regret, you can only petition to go back to the riverside base and pretend to be deaf Dumb. But I'm giving you this chance now."

He took off the Kehak from his overcoat and tossed it lightly on the snow, a silver light flashed.

"You can choose to go back to the Lyra alone with the genetic sample, and I will give you a document stating that I voluntarily stay on Earth. The military power is in the hands of you and You Zheng, and there will be no trouble in the Lyra. Restoring the republic or establishing an emperor again , whatever you want, I just ask you to take good care of Yegor."

He said slowly: "In this way, you can also accept Lisko with peace of mind. You should be clear that as long as I am still in office, it is impossible for an army commander and an administrative minister to allow you to be together."

"Make your choice."

The first person Yegor saw after regaining his sight was Suther.

For a person who has been blind for a long time, his smile may be a little too gorgeous, so that Yegor frowned slightly and pushed his outstretched fingers aside.

For the sake of treatment, he was forced into a coma for a long time, so he woke up very angry at this moment, and asked directly: "Where is You Jingren?"

Yan Jing and Su Se also looked at each other, but did not speak.

Yegor waited patiently for a while, then asked again, "Where's You Jing?"

In the end Suther mustered up the courage and said, "He stayed on Earth."

"Oh?" Yegor said, "When will he be back?"

Still silent.

"Don't tell me, he's not going to come back." Yegor said slowly.

"Your Majesty asked me to bring a message..."

"Send troops to Earth." Yegor interrupted him, his tone clear and light, as if to say "Let's go for a walk today."

"Your Highness..."

"He doesn't want to come back, does he? Then bring him back."

"...It's not necessary, is it?"

Yeager looked left and right, raised his chin and said, "I remember that Lyra is already a monarchy? Doesn't my order work?"

"That's not what I meant." Yan Jing also waved his hands again and again, he is not a person who is good at words, and his cheeks are flushed with anxiety at this moment.

Su Se couldn't stand it anymore, she slapped Yegor in front of her, and couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Can you let someone finish the sentence?"

Yegor looked at his hand indifferently, and said: "There is nothing to say, I have taught such a useless ruler, if he wants to put down the stall, I have to abolish him myself."

"I'm so scared." You Jing walked in from the entrance of the main hall in a loud voice, with one hand behind his back, and his smile fell into the hall with the sunshine.

Yan Jing has only now found the opportunity to complete her words: "I want to say, it's not that His Majesty won't be back, it's just that something has delayed him."

"I don't blame you," You Jing smiled at him, turning his eyes to Yegor, "The queen is too fierce."

Just as Yegor was about to get angry, You Jing put his hand on his forehead again, and made a gesture of begging for forgiveness: "I don't blame the queen, the queen is married, and I am wronged."

A vase slammed under his feet with the wind, You Jing dodged lightly, grabbed it, walked up to Yegor holding the vase, put it firmly on the table, and then hugged him.

All of you here are human beings, and if you don't know how to say goodbye, you don't have to hang out in Orpheus.After everyone dispersed, You Jing took Yegor into his arms again, and asked in a low voice, "You are finally willing to admit that you can't leave me?"

Yegor gasped again in anger, but still insisted: "It is the country that cannot do without you."

"Is it okay to tell the truth?" You Jing put a finger on his lips and said, "I came back from traveling thousands of light years away, what do you think it is for?"

"Do you really don't want to stay in the Lyra?" Yegor suddenly raised his head and stared at him and asked.

You Jing looked at him with a good look, and said: "It depends on what bargaining chips the Lyra has, and can keep me."

Yegor was quiet for a while, and said: "Actually, I still can't agree with the monarchy in my bones. No one should be given a special status over others, except you."

He stretched out a hand with slender bones, vainly covering You Jing's cheek, and said softly: "Our Emperor, you are a good boy."

You Jing suddenly pulled down his hand, interlocked his fingers, and hugged him tightly, only to hear Yegor muffled in his arms, "So I don't want your Lyra, actually. "

"What if I'm not?"

"what?"

You Jing relaxed his strength, and his bright eyes focused on Yegor nervously, "What if I'm not a good boy?"

…With his cold black eyes, he lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Jing's straight back. He fell on the ground and said firmly: "No matter who your majesty is, Yan Jing will be loyal to the end and serve you with your life."

The bell rang from the Orthodox Church in the distance, and the snowy light in his eyes became brighter and colder. At a place where Yan Jing, who was kneeling, could not see, You Jing showed a smile that was bound to win, and then he recovered his indifference before he got up. expression.

"So I'm actually super sinister," You Jing concluded, pitifully, "Do you still like me?"

"I like it," Yegor reassured him, with a soft tone, "Stop pretending to be cute when you're the emperor, it's too unfriendly."

"But you are a genuine little prince. If you marry me, you will be disgraced on earth. If I am not cute, you will leave me and run away." He took out a box, and Yegor examined it. Reach out and touch the box.

A gorgeous and beautiful egg appeared in front of him, the egg shell opened automatically, and a portrait slowly rose on the crystal light base.

He stared expressionlessly at his young self in the portrait, then slowly turned his head and asked, "You wasted so much time on Earth just waiting to make this thing?"

You Jing nodded, completely unaware of the danger involved, and eagerly waiting for praise: "It's your thing, isn't it good?"

Yegor asked, "You Jing, who am I?"

"Huh?" You Jing was a little confused.

Yegor said patiently: "Am I Yegor or Alexei?"

His Majesty the Emperor just woke up like a dream, hugged him tightly again, and said loudly: "It's not important."

Yegor complained softly: "I haven't seen you for a long time, I don't even know what you look like now. I can finally see it, but you are not the first person to appear in my sight .”

"It was my fault."

You Jing straightened up and looked at Yegor intently. The 22-year-old You Jing is a brand-new young man, he is not as innocent as the 20-year-old You Jing, nor is he as indifferent and gloomy as the 22-year-old Zhen Chenyou, with light dancing between his deep brows.

He suddenly said, "You're wrong."

"what?"

"I'm an adult." His eyes were dark and serious.

Yegor's scalp went numb, and he grinned cautiously, "I know you are."

The young emperor held the back of his neck with one hand, and began to untie his cuff with the other hand: "Let's deepen the impression, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

The author has something to say: I broke my promise, because I was not very satisfied with this chapter, so I held back for several days. I thought about completely overturning and rewriting it, but I was very reluctant.So, that's it.See you next time ヾ(￣▽￣)