Aruma smiled, laughing heartily. There are two reasons why he is happy, first: he is happy; Second: he'll laugh.

It's a heartfelt laugh, without a hint of artificiality. It's a smile that can leave even the most discerning photographer speechless, and even if he has to pick a bone in an egg, he is at best disheveled.

Aruma held out his hand, and he felt a powerful wave of weakness and weariness. His life was passing from his severed legs at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"It can only be a half-length bareheaded photo."

Aruma was slightly regretful, he unbuttoned the button of his uniform little by little, and then rebuttoned it little by little, the process made him gasp violently for a while.

"My knee won't hurt anymore." Aruma looked at her neatly severed legs, and felt a little nostalgic for her electric stove.

It's a good stove, powerful and durable. Heating, cooking. The only drawback is that the heat is too powerful, and it is easy to overtake the heat if you use the soup.

"But I still have a good camera." Aruma smiled again, he felt that today was really a lucky day.

Cherished touching the GEL-998 series professional camera in my hand, the texture of the frosted titanium alloy film cartridge is uniform, and a little down, it is a turnback control valve and a digital static pressure valve.

"1.2 or 1.3 aperture." Aruma thought silently, he hesitated, but still chose the 1.3 aperture, and at the same time, set the digital hydrostatic valve to twice the 1.3 number.

"Without an external flash, the layering will be very poor!" Aruma thought for another question, and then suddenly said to himself, "Stupid, here's the best external flash, aircraft carrier-grade." ”

Feeling perfect like never before, Aruma got goosebumps of satisfaction. He moved slightly, allowing his body to move a few centimeters. Underneath his body was a green-lacquered steel plate. Underneath the steel plate is an access road that leads straight to the 55 ballast chamber of the Lone Star Fortress. High-pressure solvent cylinders are usually stored there. It is a buffer for the pneumatic propeller shaft of the battleship.

"If I'm lucky, I can go straight to second base." Aruma thought silently. Then his eyebrows fluttered and he affirmed: "Today I am full of good luck, maybe I can go directly to home plate." ”

High-pressure solvents are inert, but also volatile. This gas can withstand the hydraulic arm of the battleship, which shows its stable high expansion. If all those cylinders are opened, the high-expansion solvent volatilizes rapidly, and the hatch of the C4 high-voltage power station can definitely be opened, which will cause a wide range of short circuits.

The C4 high-voltage power station is a Class A power station of Lone Star Fortress. It's a manned power station. But today, there is no one here, and a short circuit will allow the emergency system to kick in automatically. Then, the main reactor, which was forced to shut down, was also restarted. That's Aruma's home plate. He had done his work before he ran to the surface. Now he needs to position space-based weapons and fleets.

"What I'm best at is killing myself and myself. It's a family tradition. Aruma said, pulling out a metal matchbox from his pocket, which is what the infantrymen call "Shoot at me."

"Flash, are you ready?" In the gap between the insects that obscured the sky, the fleet in the starry sky appeared in Aruma's field of vision.

Aruma held up the camera, pushing her farther away from her. He cracked his mouth open and smiled with satisfaction......

"A Lone Star with a Thousand Faces" group picture, video data number 688. At the same time, this is also the last of the news pictures in this group.

Photographic equipment: GEL-998 series professional cameras. It is also because of the technique used in the film case of this camera that resembles the black box of a battleship that this photo can be preserved in the world.

Photo by Aruma, the commander of the 7th Division of the Trerick Empire's Double Zero Division, was posthumously promoted to the rank of major general after the war.

Photograph Subject: Aruma. This is the only selfie in the 1000 Faces Lone Star.

The title of the video material: "Soldier Immortal". This is the official name, and the people generally refer to this photo as "Starry Night". Because this photo has so much meaning, as deep as the elusive starry sky.

Everyone looks at this photo and has their own feelings, and some people feel sadness; Some people feel hope; Various. So. It's also the only photo that doesn't have a critic's comment, as any text is pale on it. Even praise and praise are funny.

The only additional language for this photo is a sentence written below by Miss Jobi when the photo was first released - this is a photo without borders, it is infinitely large.

Yes, the first time they appeared in the newspaper, they found themselves holding a blank newspaper, only in the middle of the newspaper was there such a picture and Miss Gomei's words. It's a picture that can't be included in a newspaper's layout, it has no boundaries......

In this photo, Aruma is lying on a steel plate painted with green paint, as if lying in the midst of a grassland greenery. He grinned, his dirty face revealing the only clean, white teeth. And his smile is also clean and pure.

In the photo, Aruma's left hand can also be seen, with the palm spread out and naturally flat next to his head. This is a posture that is easy to reverie. It was as if the hand had just left the back of Aruma's head, as if Aruma had been looking up at the sky with his arm on it. Below him was a vast grassland, and above him was the endless blue sky.

Perhaps beyond the boundaries of the photo, where people can't see it, there is a turquoise lake and a few gray water birds. A reckless porcupine comes to the lake to drink, and its arrival makes the otter family here uneasy, staring at Mr. Porcupine, not knowing what to do with this difficult fellow.

But there was one more thing in Aruma's palm, and it was an object the size of a matchbox. It is what the soldiers commonly call "cannon at me". The thing lay quietly in the palm of Aruma's hand, and it looked so harmless. If you don't know the details, you will mistake this for a delicate music box, and when you turn on a switch, it will make a tinkling dong sound.

Arumah may have been listening, but what did he hear? Is it a cheerful dance or a sad adagio? Is it the murmur of the wind or the call of some mother in the wind? Smoke rises, and the smell of coriander, laurel, and overstewed hooves wafts under one roof, is the smell of home. The four-year-old niece tied her napkin, she sat at the table like a piece of porcelain, she was waiting for the adults to come, and if the adults didn't come, she would wait. She was waiting for a big meal and the adults complimenting her on her ladylike demeanor......

"Mom, and Wheaty, I love you." Aruma shouted softly. In his pupils, many rays of light rushed towards him from the depths of the starry sky.

Is this the light?

Is it dawn? ……

Friend, if I missed the sunrise over the sea in the early morning—

Remember to call me.

Friend, if I'm busy and forget about lunchtime -

Remember to call me.

Friend, if I wander the streets at dusk and make a girl sad about this—

Remember to call me.

Friend, if I have lost my way in the dark forests of the Middle Ages, and you stand in the light of the new age—

Remember to call me.

Friend, if I wore the wrong shirt, took the wrong textbook, forgot Wheaty's birthday-

Remember to call me.

But, friend.

If I'm dying next to you—

Shh......h

PS: A short chapter on a single one, blessings to Aruma and all those who can smile and cry sincerely.

Also, thanks to Grevy for the great guy