"Fleet...... Destroy your home?this fleet to which you are now allegiated?" Roujia was caught off guard and looked at the madrigal with wide eyes. She read a heavy sadness, and it tasted like a handful of salt raw.

Madrigal bit after bite of the steak, then sucked his fingers and looked down at the food: "My adoptive father was a miner and didn't have the money to buy natural sunlight. In order to cure my albinism, he begged the garrison samurai in the rainstorm to 'let the children soak up a little sunshine,' the adoptive father cried and grabbed the samurai's shins, 'I am willing to use the property as collateral.' But...... After the 'Black Sun' was built, the warrior never agreed to any request from mortals, not even to heal the protoss children. His selfishness made him soar and now a sun god. ”

Madrigal can't forget the scene he saw crookedly at the window. The adoptive father crawled on his knees in the rainstorm, his slime-stained hands clutching the golden shin armor of the fleet samurai. The warrior turned around in disgust and roared, kicked his adoptive father in the mud, and drove away. Pastoral remembers that she rushed into the rain curtain at that time, and her memories were full of the roar of the rain and the humble cry: "Even if it is an hour, let the child soak up a little sunshine!"

As soon as he thought of this childhood, Pastoral gritted his teeth and held back tears, bowed his head and pretended to gnaw on food, not letting others see through his heart. When he looked up again, his tears were gone, and all that was left in his eyes was red determination.

Roujia saw the fire in Pastoral's eyes. She couldn't wait to ask: "Then don't you hate the fleet to death? You are obviously a victim, why are you still fighting for the fleet! Don't you recognize the thief as your father?!"

"If I hadn't joined the Meteor Warrior Order, you wouldn't have been saved by me right now. Pastoral Ge stared at the steak in his hand and shook his head: "You don't understand. "Tilt your head and bite.

Roujia wanted to ask, and even scolded, but she saw that Madrigal was stubbornly silent, and she even smelled a faint smell of hatred in the air. She thought that it must not be easy for the pastoral song to hide this original intention mixed with hatred in the face of endless "loyalty assessments".

As soon as her heart softened, she changed her tone, gazed at the pastoral song tenderly, and asked softly: "You stand out now, albinism must have been cured by your adoptive father." ”

"My adoptive father secretly dug through a mine hole, transported me from the tunnels to the sunshine area, and let me lie on my stomach in the grass and secretly bask in the sun for an hour, so that I could replenish the meagre light particles. I wore camouflage and crawled quietly for an hour, enjoying the itchy warmth, while he shivered in the wet tunnel, resisting the bone-invading cold. When I was fourteen years old, albinism subsided. However, the cold poison and dampness in his adoptive father's body broke through the veins and tendons, and there was no cure for it, and he was skinny when he died. Madrigal lost his appetite and frowned at the beef, tears hitting the back of his hand as soon as his eyes closed. He rubbed his face for a long time before he finished the second half of the sentence: "My adoptive father explained his original intention, he wanted to repay someone's kindness." But in my heart, he is my eternal father. ”

Roujia didn't expect that Pastoral Song would have such an intriguing side. She still didn't understand why Madrigal had joined the Federation fleet that had hurt him so much, but Roujia couldn't bear to torture him for the truth. She thought that although Madrigal was a bastard, he was also a bastard who had suffered hardship.

"Do you think your adoptive father will be happy to see you working for the fleet?" asked Roujia hesitantly.

Madrigal did not hesitate: "After the death of my adoptive father, I had the opportunity to assassinate the samurai in the rainstorm. But I couldn't get out of it at the time, so I hesitated. But if I was given another chance, I wouldn't let him go. As long as I climb up, one day I will see that unforgettable face - and the reason why I work hard is so that at the moment of drawing the knife, I can have the capital to do without hesitation. I don't want to regret it again in this life. ”

When Roujia heard this, she looked up at him, her eyes shining. But the madrigal is bowing his head and sucking his thumb. She wanted to say a light topic to save the atmosphere, so she was a little rudely provocative: "Then do you regret saving me? Tell me, have you ever been evil?"

Madrigal finished eating, pointed to Roujia who was smashing the deer and said, "It's evil." But you still have a lot of historical problems that have not been solved, and you are far from being able to enjoy the treatment of a lady. Bye. After he finished speaking, as if he didn't appreciate it at all, he walked away expressionlessly.

Roujia felt that the deer in her heart had been knocked to death. For the first time, she was furious with a man.

Roujia put on small leather shoes, stood on the sofa where Pastoral Song slept and jumped hard, blushing and panting before she let out a bad breath, and then she wore her messy hair, gently patted the footprints on the sofa, and walked calmly to mop the floor.

"Go to sleep, hate. She thought with hatred.

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After the Great Victory Commendation Meeting, the Meteor Samurai Regiment rested for two days. In the past two days, Wu Yu held a feast, drank the barracks smoky and staggered, and the cries of young girls were heard from time to time in the camp tent. The Military Discipline Department came to inspect it once, deducted Wu Yu's performance appraisal points, and did not deal with it too seriously. Instead, Wu Yu became the hero of the banner of democracy.

"Brothers, don't be afraid! Wine, keep going, be happy, don't stop!" Wu Yu drunkenly shouted the slogan, "If the Military Discipline Department comes again, I will talk." As long as I, Wu Yu, am here, your good days will be there. Here, cheers!"

Chen Guangwu watched Tan Hua being flooded by Wu Yu into consciousness, and watched the banners of democracy competing to call Wu Yu "Yu Ye".

And the madrigal disappeared for two whole days.

On the night of the next day's holiday, Zhang Shuna stood in the martial arts cabin with her chest crossed, and coldly instructed the pastoral song: "Four times the gravity, run ten laps first, sprint the last lap, and run until you reach overdraft." Then he tightened the belt of his martial arts uniform, and his graceful body was tightly covered, and he didn't let Pastoral take advantage of it at all.

Madrigal walked into the martial arts cabin with difficulty, closed the hatch by himself, and looked at Shuna on his knees sweating: "Are you still angry? ”

Shuna turned away from the pastoral, and raised her chin: "Tsk, you want me to be angry for you?" Take two steps and you'll be out of breath, you're too weak. Hana remembered an analogy that said that chasing an unequal object is like a puppy chasing a car, and even if it catches up, it can't drive. This was a joke, she remembered it, but sighed in her heart, secretly thinking that it was no wonder that Madrigal would look for a female captive, and she could not blame him for being willing to fall, she could only say that he was unwilling to be lonely.

Suddenly, she heard Pastoral smirk and said, "Juna." ”

There was a muffled sound of light and dust, and the pastoral song was like a cannon bursting into the chamber, and an afterimage swept by, and the wind actually blew Shuna's martial arts uniform to float up. She opened her eyes wide, she couldn't believe it, and the sentence "how could it be" was still in her mouth, and her waist was roughly hugged by a person - she was thrown into the chest, and her eyes were already wide open and captured by the madrigal.