"There was a day when I was by your side...... Maybe one day, love will pass away between the stars......"

A familiar music melody sounded, interrupting Jiang Ping's thoughts, he grabbed the mobile phone on the table, pressed the answer button, and the familiar voice of his mother Zhang Yueying immediately came from inside:

"Xiaoping, are you free now, come over to Mom's place!"

"What's the matter?"

"Don't ask so much, it's always something for Mom to call you over, hurry up, I'll wait for you here!"

Saying that there is no room for separation, he has already hung up the phone.

Jiang Ping was speechless for a while, but today was a happy day, thinking that he hadn't been to his home for a long time, and besides, this mission, once he was out, it would be at least a few months, and it seemed that he should go to the house to have a look.

Thinking of this, he cleaned up a little, got up and went out, went downstairs, got on the fast electromagnetic car, and after a meal, he was already in the twentieth district, outside the community where Jiang Ping's parents lived.

Jiang Ping's parents lived on the 60th floor of a high-rise building, and outside the door, Jiang Ping, who arrived in a hurry, rang the doorbell.

"It's coming, it's coming."

As the door opened, a middle-aged woman about fifty years old walked over quickly, it was Jiang Ping's mother Zhang Yueying, who saw Jiang Ping at the door, and beckoned with a smile: "Xiaoping, why are you only here now, come in." ”

Jiang Ping entered the room, sat down on the sofa next to the hall, and asked while eating the fruit handed over by Zhang Yueying, "Mom, what is the matter with you calling me?" ”

Zhang Yueying said with a reproachful face: "Why, I can't call you here if there's nothing to do, you calculate how long you haven't been home to see!" ”

As he spoke, he walked straight to the balcony outside, as if he had made a phone call with someone, and Jiang Ping didn't pay much attention to it. Not long after, I heard another doorbell ringing outside the door.

Jiang Ping got up and went over to open the door, and when the door opened, he saw two people standing at the door, in front of him was a middle-aged woman in her forties with a smile on her face, and behind her, there was a tall and slender young woman with a white and beautiful face, just hanging her head, as if she was a little shy.

Jiang Ping obviously didn't know each other, thinking that the other party was looking for the wrong door, so he couldn't help asking, "Who are you looking for?" ”

The middle-aged woman looked up and down at Jiang Pingzhou for a while, and said with a smile: "You are Xiao Jiang, you are really young and promising, and you are a talent." ”

Being praised like this by a strange woman, Jiang Ping's face was a little hot, what young and promising, a talent, is this praising him or scolding him.

"Yo, Xiao Zhao, you're here. Xiaoping, this is what my mother often tells you, Aunt Zhao, who lives downstairs in our house, don't call Aunt Zhao soon! ”

At this time, Zhang Yueying had already walked over quickly, greeted the middle-aged woman warmly, and saw the young and pretty girl beside her at a glance, looked at it a few times, and was even more happy in her heart, and said: "Xiao Zhao, this is your cousin Qianlan, she looks really smart, a delicate big girl, it's really good." ”

The middle-aged woman Zhao Yurong smiled at the girl next to her and said, "Qianlan, this is what I told you about Aunt Zhang, don't call it soon." ”

The young girl raised her head, called out "Aunt Zhang", glanced at Jiang Ping next to her, and lowered her head again.

Zhang Yueying responded with a smile, and beckoned the two of them to come into the house and sit down, serving tea and water for a while, and they were very busy.

Jiang Ping stood aside, when Zhang Yueying introduced the identity of this Aunt Zhao, he already understood in his heart, Zhang Yueying called him back this time, Zhao Yurong and her cousin and niece came to visit, this is definitely not a coincidence, it seems that Zhang Luo came on a blind date for him and Zhao Qianlan.

Although he was a little resistant to this, but now, it is impossible for him to walk away, it seems rude, and the first impression is good for the other party, so he also sat down next to him. …,

While dealing with Zhang Yueying, Zhao Yurong kept looking at Jiang Ping, asking some words from time to time, a smile was always on her face, and she only heard her say: "Xiao Jiang is twenty this year, she is really young, my family Qianlan is good at everything, but she is a little older, twenty-three this year, and Chinese......she teaches in the high school of a federal middle school."

Zhang Yueying accosted on the side: "Twenty-three, it's not too big, this age is just right, as the saying goes, a female junior, hugging gold bricks, do you say it...... Besides, your family Qianlan teaches in a federal middle school, and the welfare of this federal teacher is very high, how many people envy it......"

Zhao Yurong nodded on the side and said, "This is true." You don't know, my family Qianlan is in the Federal High School, and there are many people chasing her, but she doesn't like those white people, black people, and she would rather find a Chinese person as a partner......"

Zhang Yueying smiled and said, "This is reasonable." Those white devils, black devils, I don't like it, if I had a daughter, I would never let her find those white devils and black devils......"

It has to be said that although the federation has been established for more than 100 years, the racial concept and ethnic barriers still exist among the low-level civilians, and it is impossible to completely eliminate them at once.

The two talked unscrupulously here, and Jiang Ping and Zhao Qianlan, who were sitting on the side, were red-faced and embarrassed, especially Zhao Qianlan, whose face was blushing, and she couldn't wait to find a place to sew in.

After talking for a while, Zhang Yueying glanced at Zhao Yurong, got up and said, "It's rare that Xiao Zhao and Qianlan come to our house, I have already bought the vegetables, and I must stay for dinner at noon today." You talk, I'll get busy first. ”

With that, he got up and went to the kitchen.

Zhao Yurong also got up with a smile and said, "Sister Zhang said so, then I'm not welcome today, I've heard about Sister Zhang's craftsmanship for a long time, I must try it today, I'll go to the kitchen to start." ”

At that moment, he also followed Zhang Yueying to the kitchen, and before leaving, he did not forget to greet Zhao Qianlan and said: "Qianlan, you and Xiaojiang are both young people, you can have a good chat." ”

After saying that, he glanced at Zhao Qianlan, and then went with a smile.

After the two left, only Jiang Ping and Zhao Qianlan were left in the living room, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent and awkward.

Zhao Qianlan lowered her head and didn't speak, Jiang Ping had never been through such a battle, and he didn't know where to start for a while. The two of them sat there separately, and the more they were silent and silent, the more awkward the atmosphere became.

Jiang Ping saw that this was not the solution, and was about to find a random topic and open his mouth to break the silence, when he saw Zhao Qianlan stand up, as if he had mustered up all his strength and said, "I want to go out and take a walk." ”

Jiang Ping stood there, stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "Then, then I'll accompany you out of the city." ”

Zhao Qianlan didn't speak again, turned around and opened the door and walked out, and Jiang Ping also followed behind.

In the kitchen, Zhao Yurong heard the movement outside, walked over to take a look, couldn't help but be stunned, and was about to stop the two, but was stopped by Zhang Yueying, who came over, and said in a low voice: "If they want to go out to talk, just go with them, I think it's very good." ”

As he spoke, he shouted loudly outside, "Xiaoping, Xiaolan, remember to come back for dinner." ”

Hearing the sound of promise from outside, Zhang Yueying and Zhao Yurong looked at each other and smiled, and went into the kitchen to work again.

Jiang Ping and Zhao Qianlan went downstairs and walked slowly along the wide boulevard.

The two of them have been walking silently like this, occasionally saying something that is not salty or light.

"Jiang Ping, what is your dream?"

Just when Jiang Ping thought that the two of them were going to walk silently like this, saying that the weather was fine today, and ending this boring meeting, Zhao Qianlan suddenly stopped and asked him very seriously.

My dream? …,

Jiang Ping's gaze swept over the other party's face, extending towards the boundless sky, and he was a little stunned for a while.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhao Qianlan then looked at the endless sky, revealing a look of infinite yearning, and said to herself: "My dream used to be a space soldier, piloting my own space fighter, flying freely in the starry sky, and exploring the mysteries of the boundless universe......"

Speaking of this, her expression was a little gloomy, and she said in a low voice: "But now, I am teaching in an ordinary federal middle school, and the dream of interstellar is getting farther and farther away for me, and it is out of reach......

Jiang Ping was taken aback, he couldn't imagine that under the other party's slender and weak appearance, there would be such a lofty ideal.

Seeing the other party's confused expression, he wanted to say something comforting, but found that he couldn't speak. He found that no matter what language he spoke at the moment, he was pale and powerless. In the bottom of his heart, he had a similar dream, and the reality is that he is still on the moon, and even immigrants seem so slim, and now the interstellar expedition volunteer may be an opportunity, but it is in exchange for risking his life.

The night is low, and the lights are on. The Black Panther Bar, full of light and dreamy colors, and the sound of heavy metal instruments mixed with people's indulgent cheers and screams came out, which seemed unusually noisy and wild.

In front of the gate, Jiang Ping, who had returned from the 20th district, stopped. Tomorrow he was going to report to the lunar base, and in a week he was leaving the moon for the distant Alpha system, and tonight, he wanted to drink and relax.

With that in mind, he turned and walked into the door of the bar.

As soon as you enter the gate, the deafening sound of metal instruments and the shouting of noisy people hit your face, like a huge wave, completely engulfing people in this boundless frenzy.

He sat down in a more remote place, asked the waiter for a bottle of Philscher, and poured himself a drink.

The bar was full of people, and countless people danced wildly to the music, letting out bursts of piercing screams, letting loose their inner emotions, and venting their inner emotions.

In this noisy and noisy hall, Jiang Ping drank and drunk himself, like an independent hermit, he suddenly felt that this seemed to be good, and even enjoyed this taste a little.

"Hey sir, isn't it lonely to sit alone, can you please give me a drink?"

It's a pity that someone soon broke his quietness, and as he spoke, a woman in red with heavy makeup and a very hot and exposed figure came to his side, posing in a very seductive posture and teasing.