Mars Zone 1, Great Plains of Eden, Vineyards.

It's early spring in the northern hemisphere of Mars, and the vines of the vines that have passed through the winter are full of tender tentacles, rippling with the breeze like stretching hair.

In a clearing in the vineyard, the grape trellises are surrounded by a courtyard.

In the courtyard, a small round wooden table and two rattan chairs are sitting opposite each other in the prime of life.

"It's made from ice grapes that were frosted last year, and now it's just right to drink, so it's just the right time for you."

Squatting on a log table is a low oak barrel only twenty or thirty centimeters high, with a slight dew drop on the barrel, shining in the reflection of the morning sun.

Krugman Jeslot sat on a wicker chair, leaned forward, expertly unscrewed the cork, and placed the dragon head in the faucet hole, and the blood-colored liquor gurgled into the crystal cup.

Krugman put the crystal glass in front of Liu Yuan, and the fresh wine in the glass shone brightly in the morning sun.

Liu Yuan picked up the wine glass and took a sip casually before he spoke: "You know, I'm not used to drinking these things, and I probably only like this color." ”

Krugman Jeslot had already picked up his wine glass at this time, he sniffed lightly, shook his head regretfully, and said, "It's still a little early!" However, if you entertain friends, it is just right. ”

"Friends? Oh? ”

Krugman put down his glass, then nodded affirmatively, "Isn't it?" ”

"Huh." Liu Yuan smiled and turned his head to look at the scenery in the vineyards, the morning sun was rising in early spring, and it was full of vitality, and the air was filled with a young breath.

"You're a good place to be."

Krugman followed Liu Yuan's gaze, his eyes showed kindness, and he echoed: "Yes, that's why I like to stay here all these years, so I can live well until now." ”

Liu Yuan smiled and nodded.

"Seriously, if you hadn't broken my ribs back then, and with my rebellious personality at that time, maybe I would have been shirtless like Lin Zhengyu in the last war,......"

Krugman Jeslot said, raising his left hand, touching his ribs, and smiling.

"Thinking about it now, it was a bit too much to be young and vigorous at that time." Liu Yuan suddenly said with emotion.

"yes——!"

Immediately, Krugman Jeslot said: "However, sometimes in retrospect, being young and vigorous is not useless, is it? ”

Since the events of the "Bloody Road" more than 40 years ago, Krugman Jeslot has been living in seclusion in the vineyards of the Great Plains of Eden, living a simple life of cultivation from sunrise to sunset, just like the heads of the Jeslot family for generations.

Such a tranquil and peaceful life, after a long time, can naturally make people self-cultivation; And all ambitions will be worn out over time, and once the ambitions are weak, they can be seen through; If you see through it, you can let it go, and if you can let it go, you won't be insatiable, and greed is almost synonymous with profit and wisdom in many cases.

Therefore, Krugman Jeslot has not sighed that if he hadn't suffered such a tribulation back then, maybe his life would have taken a completely different path, where would he be now? What kind of people will they be, and what kind of hearts will they have to face the world?

It's just that history can't be assumed, and life can't be assumed, and all these questions are just self-crying that will never have an answer.

Even so, Krugman, who is now breezy and cloudy, may not really be willing, without the slightest regret.

He was once young and vigorous, but he also had great ambitions, and as the heir of the Jesslot family, he also had doubts at that time, a family that was so low-key that it didn't exist, even if it had more power and resources, what could it do? Just like that Lin Zhengyu ridiculed, it was just a night walk in brocade.

Although Lin Zhengyu has long been scattered with the wind, with the end of that war, even many Martians are reluctant to mention this name, considering it as one of the main culprits of the defeat in the last war.

However, back then, he was the dominant figure on the entire Mars.

As the commander of the largest space fleet in human history, he launched the first space fleet Armageddon on an unprecedented scale in human history - the "Lagrange Point Decisive Battle", which is destined to be a major event in history, and for this alone, Lin Zhengyu far outperformed countless contemporaries.

At that time, Lin Zhengyu took the lead and led the mighty Outer Planet Joint Defense Fleet to the earth, he must have been full of ambition!

At that time, he must have been high-spirited, when the entire human world watched his every move, when the balance of the entire human history was in his hands, every thought, every judgment, and every command he gave determined the future of all human beings in the solar system.

However, seven days later, the scales of human history slipped out of his hands, and a man who was still unknown at the time took over the scepter given by fate, took the future strings of the entire human world in his hands, and began to play to his heart's content.

Later, that man became the commander of the Combined Space Fleet, and then his son ended the war, and he also ascended to the throne of commander-in-chief in one fell swoop, becoming the commander of commanders and marshals of marshals.

In seven days, that man snatched the scepter of human destiny from Lin Zhengyu's hand, and he still holds the scepter of destiny of the entire human world tightly.

And Lin Zhengyu, who made Krugman Jeslot only look up to back then, must still be in high spirits after the "Lagrange Armageddon", but he never expected that fate had abandoned him, let alone that he would commit suicide a few years later.

This is how fate mercilessly mocked everyone.

Young and vigorous, whether it's good or bad, there are countless people who dominated the scene back then, and they all withered after a war. The rest are almost none of the coquettish characters they were at the beginning.

Forty years ago, who knew who Lu Yong was? Does anyone know who Frank Duran is? It's like now, who knows who Krugman Jeslot is?

However, if fate really puts the choice in front of him, will he want to be quiet and stable for a lifetime, or will he be so dominant for a while and not die well? If so, even for seven days!

However, fate never gives people a real choice, and people often choose to be forced to be helpless, more forced to be helpless, and more forced to be helpless.

Where did Krugman Jeslot, who had almost all his bones broken, ever had a real choice? It's not easy to survive, so what's the ambition?

When he was really able to stand up, he had missed the opportunity to dominate the situation, so he had to sit in the vineyards of the Great Plains of Eden and watch the success or failure, silently staring at those people who were the only ones stirring up the changes in the entire human world, and then coming and going in a hurry and unpredictable, and finally things were wrong.

Gratitude naturally cannot be talked about, and hate cannot be hated.

The face in front of him has hardly changed, almost exactly the same as in the nightmare back then, and his body does not live up to the evil aura that overwhelmed everything back then, as if he has really changed his domineering atmosphere.

However, it is even more fearsome than it was back then.

He came out of the sea of blood back then, he was just a person, **** is terrifying, but it will not be intimidating; Now there is another man standing behind him, the man who still makes many people dare not look directly, so no matter what, everyone in the Martian must be polite to this **** of the year, and Krugman Jeslot has no choice but to calmly entertain him in his own world to drink the ice wine he brewed himself.

The two men standing together became more and more indifferent and more frightening.

Therefore, Krugman Jeslot, who was already hateful, was able to face the nightmare calmly and call him "friend" casually.

"What was past is gone."

Liu Yuan played with the crystal cup in his hand, gently shook the burgundy liquid, and said, "People always have to look forward, don't they?" ”

Krugman laughed out loud and nodded, "Yes, it's probably because people are old, and they can't help but remember the past." ”

"Hmm."

After Liu Yuan drank all the wine syrup in the cup, he gently put the crystal cup, "I stopped by this time, just because the commander has something to say, so I want to come to see you." After all, it's better to make a promise, or to keep it, what do you say? ”

"Of course, words must be believed, deeds must be fruitful, and promises must be fruitful, these words of the ancients, I deeply believe it."

"That's good."

Liu Yuan stood up, nodded slightly, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, although the time is shorter and a little bitter, it is also in line with my appetite." ”

The **** who was empty-eyed and unscrupulous back then now understands what the taste of wine tastes like, and doesn't just like liquids of the same color like back then.

"Well, by the way, I just received a message, I don't know if you're interested, but ......"

"Huh?"

Liu Yuan stopped.

"The poor kid you came to Mars to track down the Li family on the moon, although I don't know why, there seems to be news of him in the asteroid belt, and the anti-smuggling team seems to be still hunting ......"

Liu Yuan's left index finger trembled slightly, then he took a deep breath and said, "I know, thank you for your kindness." As for the matter of Miss Anna that you care about, don't worry, the commander will not stop it, but will be happy to see it happen, but ......"

"Well, I'll try my best to persuade her, I won't force it."

"That's good."

After Liu Yuan finished speaking, he turned around and left, his pace was not hurried or slow, just like when he came, but the shallow footprints left in the soil of the vineyard seemed to be slightly deeper than when he came.

Krugman glanced lightly at the departing Liu Yuan, and turned his head to look at the rising sun at the end of the green ocean.

The fiery red sun, the tender yellow sprouts, the deep purple vines, and the cool breeze exudes a slightly sweet scent.

Importune? It must be forced! Otherwise, how can young and vigorous teenagers have a rebellious mentality?

The commander-in-chief is happy to see it, and I am happy to see it come to fruition!

If the grandson of the commander-in-chief, Lu Yong, and the daughter of the Jesslot family......

Hehe, how can you not force it?

"It's a pity, the time is too short......"

Krugman, who withdrew his gaze, looked at the oak bottle squatting on the small log table, and sighed with some regret.