"It's called Teacher Juna! Don't be heard!"

After the last kiss on the skin, Shuna was afraid that the madrigal would be inching in, so she corrected his little problem of taking advantage of him everywhere. The more Shuna drew a line with the madrigal, the more the madrigal was eager to try. The madrigal whispered, "No one hears." Teacher Hana, I have been designated as the main attack flag, and the meeting has decided that as long as I am triumphant, I will be included in the Centurion's selection of observers!"

Shuna was stunned for a moment, and her voice suddenly became worried: "Can you come back alive?" You should pay attention, some battles, meritorious deeds will generally fall into the hands of specific people, you have to identify clearly, only take the part you deserve, don't stand in the way of other people's promotion." As long as you come back alive, it's easy to say anything. ”

Pastoral was so enthusiastic that he never thought about death, and even felt that he had to have a desperate consciousness if he was so cold. He said to Hana, "I can't think like that. I'm not like others, I have the capital to bargain with fate. I don't have anything to exchange for my life, I can only exchange my life. ”

"You fool! The green mountains left behind are here, and you can always get through, and you are not in a hurry for a moment. You don't understand any of this......" Hana suddenly became anxious. Pastoral Song fluttered, smiling and teasing Thana: "You once said to me, maybe you just care about me today, or you will feel tired of it tomorrow." But tomorrow is my show, will you be tired of it tomorrow?"

Shuna was drinking water, choked on this, bent over and coughed half to death, only to hear Madrigal on the phone asking "Are you okay?" Shuna hurriedly covered her chest to listen to the phone, wiped her tears and asked Muge: "Are you stupid?

Madrigal thought to himself, is she reluctant to me? His heart floated, as if he was drunk, as if a body was leaving him to speak: "Blame you for speaking too frankly." Everyone has the right to like the new and hate the old, but no one wants to be forgotten. What you mean by that is that you're going to forget me one day, why on earth?"

Pastoral has always cared about this sentence. He realizes that Hana is overly generous, and he cares more and more about her. So he couldn't help but ask to understand, lest he fall deeper and deeper.

"Do you still need to ask...... "Juna blurted out, and immediately realized that her mouth hurt people, but she was honest and refused to use lies to make amends, so she was stunned and didn't say anything. Shuna has refused the invitation of a hundred flowers to bloom, and has neglected the roaring salute of love, and can basically skillfully refuse any request, but she is dumb at this moment.

"Isn't there any room for anything?" said the madrigal, as if he saw a great river. He waited for her to reply, but was cold for more than a minute. In this minute, Pastoral Ge's mood went through the whole process of expectation, apprehension, doubt, and disappointment. In the end, he did not allow himself to be humble, and took the initiative to end this hormonal carnival: "Teacher Hana, wait for my good news, one day I will impress you." ”

After saying that, Madrigal hung up the phone, put his hands in his pockets, and walked home quickly. His heart was cold, and he thought more and more seriously about the question of life and death - Madrigal lived to become stronger, and for him, being bullied was no different from death. He is willing to face thousands of troops for the sake of promotion. After she was rescued by the madrigal, she lived under the umbrella of the madrigal. Once Madrigal died, the first person to be robbed was Roujia, who had been coveted by others for a long time.

Pastoral Ge felt that the matter was serious: he must arrange the aftermath to avoid accidents. He hurriedly took out the phone to contact Wu Yu. Shuna called, he only refused to answer irritably, and then dialed Wu Yu's phone.

"Hey, Yuye...... Hahaha, you're welcome, I still have to call you Yuye. Let me ask you something, is there an extradition law for prisoners of war from neutral countries? Ah, yes, great...... Hahaha is seen through by you! Yu Ye's eyes are sharp. yes, I want to repatriate that female prisoner to her hometown. Ah, Yu Ye understands the repatriation procedure, you have a wide range of knowledge. Okay, you say, I'll remember. First make a certificate of guarantee, press the fingerprint, and then hand it to Tang Wei for signature, submit it to Yuan Tuan for review, and then send her on the passenger ship......, right? How could she be a dangerous person, I can vouch for that. If you want to issue a letter of guarantee, yes, okay, thank you for your advice. I will invite you to dinner when I turn around. ”

Muge hung up the phone, turned around and went back to the cruiser, and finished Roujia's procedures in one night, just waiting for Tang Wei to sign it, and then he could report it for approval. The name of the pastoral song has been spread to everyone, and several people in charge of the administrative line are kind to the pastoral song, and basically they can give Roujia's documents permission after a while.

It was rustling outside. Pastoral walked into the night rain with his pocket in his pocket, only to find that it was snow slag. He listened to the pleasant rustling sound, slowly walked on the "crunch" snow, and thought carefully: "Between emotion and reason, it is better to choose reason." Promotions have left people with no time to care, so let people like Li Zi and Shuna go with them. ”

When he got home, he pushed open the door, Muge shook off the snow slag on his body, and said to Roujia in the bathroom: "Roujia, I'll help you make the documents." The next passenger ship docks and you'll be able to board the ship back to Vega. It's just that there are four gendarmes escorting you. Don't be afraid, they don't dare to leave evidence of illegal acts, as long as you don't leave the camera monitoring area, they won't dare to do anything to you. ”

The sound of "rustling" water in the bathroom suddenly became hollow. Roujia stepped out of the water column of the shower, and a graceful silhouette was immediately reflected on the frosted glass. Roujia's five fingers pressed a watermark on the cold glass and asked the pastoral song outside, "Will I see you again?"

Pastoral thought, give the Temple of War ten dares, and the fleet will not dare to drive to the hometown of the Heart Weaver. But if you are strong, it should be no problem to go on a foreign visit, but it is not appropriate to brag about it now.

"I don't think so. Don't care. Pastoral Ge sat on the sofa, covered his face and said with a smile: "I have a task tomorrow, and I will be shortlisted for the assessment when I come back, and I will soon be a centurion, and I will soon be a centurion, and I will walk to the peak of my life with a sword." ”

Rou Jia lowered her head, her wet hair hung down on her chest, and teased: "Then I wish you a broken dream of a wealthy family." ”

Madrigal looked up, looked at the blood-pumping backlit silhouette of the bathroom, and muttered back, "I wish you can't get married." ”

The Weaver of Hearts is intimidating to others, and the Centurion is destined to shatter the dreams of a wealthy family. The two of them teased each other, originally to laugh heartily. This time it turned out to be cold, and no one could laugh out loud, probably because they were leaving.

Roujia smelled the smell of sadness, like mellow dark chocolate, thick with a bitter taste. She thought of such an apt description, but hesitated to share it—she urgently needed to escape the fleet's jurisdiction, and it was an unspeakable helplessness. Pastoral cut open her heart to show her, but she played with him all over the place, and it was a burden that he didn't dare to speak.

"Don't tell him, it's for his good. Roujia looked down and thought, "White lies will be forgiven, right?" Roujia felt that the future was colder than the glass on her fingertips, and only by returning to the trajectory of hot water could she find warmth.

And Madrigal thought, my melancholy lasted for a few weeks at most, and Roujia's life could not be repeated. It's not a joke, cherish her and think long-term for her.

In this way, both men completed the dictatorship of good intentions and invariably let go.

Roujia walked into the shower and raised her head in the hot water, pretending not to experience the mood of the madrigal. She knew that as soon as she spoke, she might roll on the bed in the next scene, which was good, but it wasn't what they wanted.

The next day, Madrigal opened her eyes and saw Roujia sitting on the sofa with a drawing board in her hand, tilting her head to paint a portrait of him.

"What are you doing? Madrigal smiled and covered her eyes. He tossed and turned last night and had two dark circles under his eyes.

"Lie down and don't move. I'm almost done. Roujia ordered him softly. When she tilted her head to sketch, her hair hung down to her shoulders, and her grace was breathtaking: "The Mind Weaver has a lesson in closing other people's souls in paintings. ”

"Then what should I do? Am I going to be an empty shell?" said Madrigal, covering his face.

"I'm taking away just a drop in your bucket. Later, when you are happy, your painting will smile, and if you are sad, your painting will droop your eyebrows. Roujia described calmly.

"I ...... What about my offspring?" Madrigal tried to make her laugh.

"Your painting will be burned. Roujia put down her pen expressionlessly and turned the drawing sideways to show the madrigal: "Look, is it like you?"

Madrigal was thrilled and said to her, "It turns out that I will look better when I am asleep." You can paint another one, this one I want. ”

"Don't give. Roujia hugged the drawing board and smiled.

Only when he was with Roujia, Madrigal wanted to give up his ideals and live an ordinary life. He thought, Roujia is not right, it's not just a drop in the bucket, after the painting is taken away by Roujia, I will be left with an empty shell.

The assembly order sounded, and the mournful whistle lasted for a long time. He listened to the morning song played by Roujia, and said without words: "After the song is played, I will leave." ”