"Fire!" Qin Hao looked at Zhou Min and laughed, the three powerful fleets established by the jungler formed a zigzag layout, and bombarded Zhou Min's fleet, and Zhou Min's fleet continued to lose in the bombardment of Qin Hao's tripartite fleet until the last flagship was killed.

"Not bad, not bad!" Zhou Min smiled and clapped his hands, "You don't have to stay up for six hours tonight, thank me quickly." ”

"Cut, in itself, we won," Lu Fang glanced at Zhou Min behind the simulator, "Whether you want to rest or not is now our calculation." ”

"Do you want to rest?" Zhou Min yawned, stretched on the seat, and hammered his legs.

"Of course you have to rest!" Lu Fang rubbed her eyes and looked at the time.

11:30 p.m.

"Oh, I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep, sleeping late is not good for your skin," Zhou Min shook twice and walked to the bedroom, "You won, decide for yourself whether you want to practice anymore." He walked to the bedroom door, held on to the door, turned around and waved his hand.

"I'm going to sleep too," Lu Fang jumped off the chair and staggered to another room.

Only Qin Hao and Lin Namei were left in the living room.

"You're not going to sleep yet?" Qin Hao raised his head and looked at Lin Namei and asked with concern.

"I'm not sleepy, and you don't sleep?" Lin Namei looked at Qin Hao and smiled at the corner of her mouth.

"Sister Min has a few very clever techniques just now, I want to practice them. If you're tired, go to bed, there's another day tomorrow. ”

"Oh, uh-huh," Lu Fang supported his chin with both hands, lying on the table and looking at Qin Hao, "I can't sleep now, I'll go to sleep when I'm sleepy for a while." ”

"Okay," Qin Hao stared at the simulator replay screen, carefully recording and analyzing. "Buzz," the simulator sounded softly, and Qin Hao danced with both hands, remobilizing the ship and resetting the order of material allocation.

"Oops, I'm so tired!" Qin Hao turned off the simulator and looked at the time: 0:35 in the morning. Gently put her coat on Lin Nami's body and walked out of the room lightly.

Qin Hao walked to the courtyard, turned on the faucet, washed his face, leaned on the side of the rockery and looked up at the starry sky.

"Don't lean against the stone, it will absorb the heat," at the entrance of the hall, Lin Namei, who was wearing Qin Hao's coat, looked at Qin Hao and said with concern.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a while." Qin Hao looked at the Milky Way in the sky and sighed softly, "Do you see the stars in the sky like blue flowers?" When I was a child, my mother always took me to those empty gardens to look at the stars in the sky and tell me some stories about the stars and flowers. Qin Hao said in a low voice with self-questioning.

"Your mother also accompanied you to see the star flower, right?" Qin Hao turned his head and glanced at Lin Namei.

Lin Namei grabbed the coat with her fingers, her shoulders shook up, she grabbed the coat tightly, her eyes suddenly dimmed, the corners of her mouth trembled, and the cold words came out of her throat, "No, I'm an orphan." ”

"I'm sorry," Qin Hao nodded apologetically, leaning against the Taihu Stone and closing his eyes.

"It's okay, it's already over," Lin Namei's face softened, her voice became tactful, and there was a hint of sadness in the baby's voice, "Actually, I should have met my parents, in infancy." In the vague impression, Mom and Dad are gentle and kind people, and if you count these times into childhood, they can be considered happy.

Until Mom and Dad went on a mission and never came back. When I was a child, every time I walked on the street, I watched other people's children playing with their parents, I was so jealous and envious, I used my immature little hands to hold my toddler grandmother and cry until my grandmother died of illness. It was a stormy night, and I knelt in front of my grandmother's bed, crying and screaming.

My grandmother, who was seriously ill, stretched out a scrawny and withered arm, grabbed my hand tightly, and murmured. I lay next to my grandmother, stretched out my ears and listened carefully, my grandmother said, she is sorry for my parents, did not take care of me, in the future I will live on my own, to be strong, to make more trustworthy friends.

As my grandmother spoke, a mouthful of purple blood spurted out of my mouth, and I wiped the blood from my face with my hands, hugging my grandmother and crying. On a dark night, it was pouring rain outside the window, my grandmother's body was slowly getting cold on the bed, and I was kneeling on the ground covered in stains.

After burying my grandmother, I was sent to the children's village at the age of seven or eight. The huge children's village is full of orphans, with cold gray walls, caregivers in white coats, caring people on weekends, and children in beautiful clothes with smiles on their faces.

I envy them, even jealousy, deep loneliness. Whenever I had to give thanks because of the clothes and food they had delivered, I imagined myself as a wounded bird in a cage, pitied, pitied, and even ridiculed. So I didn't want to see them, so I ran away like crazy and escaped for various reasons.

I know it's not right for me to do this, and I hate it for me. I should not live up to people's kindness, and I have no reason to be jealous and curse people who live in happiness, and I have no right to deprive them of their happiness.

There, I could only pretend that I was happy, that I was happy, with a smirk on my face to cater to the caring people, to put on a show for them with a somewhat numb body and mind, and at the end I had to bow my head and lie on the ground and kiss their feet lightly. I hate myself like this, I hate myself for being hypocritical, I hate myself for being weak.

My heart went numb, and I shut myself up in a room of eternal darkness, a place free from outside interference. In this small and dark place, I can relax myself, peel off the layers of camouflage, and look directly at myself in blood.

In the boring and empty days, I can only read more desperately, I believe in what I read in ancient books: knowledge changes fate. Maybe it was too boring, but my efforts were not in vain, and my grades in the Children's Village Primary School were all first, even surpassing those so-called prestigious schools, and my name gradually entered the key admission list.

It wasn't until I was a teenager that I was finally able to escape from here. I was favored by a federal public high school and offered me a full scholarship and free room and board.

When I received the admission notice from the principal, I hugged someone other than my grandmother for the first time, and I really cried.

It was raining that day, but it didn't rain much, and the sun was still hanging in the gray-blue sky. I ran out onto the lawn outside the children's village and cried happily for the first time.

When the sun set, I dragged my tired body down in the humble house, looking at the mottled wall after the paint had fallen, leaning back on the crumbling wooden bed, and smiling lowly. I thought to myself: I finally left this damn place, and I will never come back in my lifetime.

The next day, the sky was bright. With a bulky suitcase in tow, I left the children's village where I had lived for more than ten years in the rising sun.

The moment I got on the empty car, I looked back at the orphanage director who had dedicated his youth to the children's village, and I couldn't stop crying. I waved my arms at the director in the car and shouted, "I'll come back to see you."

In middle school, I still chose to close myself off and try not to provoke others or cause trouble to others. When other classmates talk to me out of curiosity, I deliberately avoid them.

It wasn't until I couldn't avoid my parents that I had a vague impression of my parents, and I codified that my parents were businessmen, and one committed suicide and the other ran away after losing business. Keep my grandmother who loves me the most.

It's ridiculous and naïve to think about it now. But for me at the time, I didn't realize this, and I was withdrawn and self-respecting, and I studied harder, and I didn't make friends, and I didn't have true friends.

It wasn't until near the end of high school that the federal military approached me, and a kind general grandfather told me about my mom and dad. My mom and dad weren't businessmen, they were the bravest Starfleet officers in the Federation.

They met, fell in love, got married in the army. A year later, I was born.

The Void Demon has invaded the solar system, and the Federation has urgently called all the soldiers to return. Mom, who was supposed to be able to take care of me in my infancy without having to return to the team, chose the Federation, chose to return to the fleet, chose to return to my father... Until the ardent life turned into the last flame and accompanied the fall of the beloved warship.

I stroked the countless medallions and belongings left by my parents and shed tears for the third time...

After graduating from high school, I chose to go to school closest to my parents' hometown. In my spare time, gently placing a bouquet of flowers on their tombstones, I feel so blessed to have the greatest mom and dad in the world. Their love for me, too late, has been reciprocated to hundreds of millions of families in the Federation.

Looking at the photos of my parents gently, I will become stronger, because I have also chosen the path that my parents will protect for the rest of their lives. I won't let them down.

About Starships, for Star Wars, we must win! Because if you fail, you have nothing..."