MTL - How to Feed an Abyss!-Chapter 31 some past

Lu Tinghan didn't show any expression.

Even the most tricky psychological assessor would not notice his emotions.

Lu Tinghan is not keen on socializing. He has alienated many people in his 10-year career as a watcher. Coupled with the rocket-like speed of improvement, it is daunting... He does not worry about the lack of connections, and there are only a few good friends. . Many people know that he has a good relationship with Yan Xiangnan, but there are very few people who are qualified to say "sad" to him.

After Yan Xiangnan's death, his friends said their condolences and condolences, and Su Enqi simply comforted him: Captain Yan died honorably and well.

It's just a sentence or two, and it won't be mentioned soon.

Sacrifice is common.

They all knew that Lu Tinghan didn't need consolation, he was like a sharp blade, he cut down the enemy with the most precision, so many years of life and death have come through, it's not so much that the accidents will affect him, it's better to say that they tempered the edge time and time again.

No one has ever said it so seriously, if you are sad, you can hold him and cry.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shi Yuan asked, "What's wrong with you?" He added, "You can hold me and cry with your arms around me, or touch my tail and cry secretly, you can cry however you want."

Lu Tinghan said, "Just expect me to cry that much?"

Shi Yuan said, "It won't be so sad if you cry."

Lu Tinghan: "Have you ever cried?"

"I cried, only once."

"why?"

"Ah, that's because... I won't tell you! Don't change the subject."

Lu Tinghan smiled: "Shi Yuan, you don't have to worry about this, I'm fine."

Shi Yuan looked at Lu Tinghan's expression again.

Still didn't see anything.

He had to accept that his proposal failed and said, "Well, if you want to cry anytime, just come to me."

The lights were turned off, the room was pitch black, and the curtains fluttered with the night wind.

Shi Yuan asked: "Lu Tinghan, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

Lu Tinghan replied: "I want to meet people."

"You just came back, don't you take a break?"

"The situation is urgent and there are many things to do, so we must hurry up." Lu Tinghan said, "I have to wait for the fried asparagus that I promised you earlier."

Shi Yuan stopped talking.

Not long after, Shi Yuan rolled into Lu Tinghan's arms with the quilt.

Lu Tinghan said helplessly, "I really don't..."

"But Lu Tingting might want it." Shi Yuan hugged Lu Tinghan, lowered his head, his soft black hair rubbed against his chin, "I don't want Lu Tinghan, I want to listen to Lu Tingting."

Lu Tinghan paused for a moment, then lowered his eyes and asked, "...What do you want to hear?"

"I always talk about my things, you rarely talk about yours. I want to hear your story." Shi Yuan said, "Any story is fine."

This time, Lu Tinghan was silent for a long time.

After a long time, Yuan thought he was asleep, so he said, "... Yan Xiangnan and I met on the first day of school."

Shi Yuan raised his ears to listen.

"After I signed in, I went to the dormitory, and he was the only one there, and asked me if I wanted to go to get the military uniform together." Lu Tinghan said, "We have a good relationship. Later, I graduated early and became a watchman. At the outpost, we have been in touch."

Shi Yuan waited for a long time, but Lu Tinghan didn't speak again.

Shi Yuan asked, "No more?"

"It's gone." Lu Tinghan said, "It's just such a story, it's over."

"It's too simple, without any plot." Shi Yuan complained, "It seems that you are not good at telling stories, not as good as I am."

Lu Tinghan raised his eyebrows: "You found out."

"Is there really nothing else?"

"No more." Lu Tinghan paused, "If I have to say it, maybe the sun was very good that day."

The first day of the military academy was sunny, passing through an old banyan tree outside the window, and falling into the dormitory for four people, it was a warm light green.

That year Lu Zhun had just died, Yu Qingmei was busy with the No. 0 Abyss project, and Lu Tinghan came to the military academy alone. He dragged his luggage into the gate of the military academy, passed the statue of the founding general, walked up the path with street trees, and saw an unremarkable dark gray dormitory at the end of the road.

The corridor is full of disinfectant water smell, the sun is everywhere, and the expressions of the freshmen are happy and dazed. Yan Xiangnan sat on the bed by the window, raised his head and said in surprise, "Here is finally here! Brother, do you want to go get the military uniform together?"

That's how we got to know each other.

That was too long ago, if Shi Yuan hadn't asked, Lu Tinghan would not have recalled it.

In Su Enqi's words, Lu Tinghan is "very purposeful", he always knows what he wants, from studying esoteric books when he was young, to going to and from the training ground late at night alone, to being stubborn Become a Watcher, sign bills against all odds... nothing seems to stop him.

He doesn't miss the old days, and he is focused on moving forward. Memories are too luxurious for him.

It was the first time he was asked such a question.

Shi Yuan was in his arms, with his face raised slightly, waiting for his answer.

Thinking back carefully, the faces of the students became clear: Ah Tie who always wrote self-criticisms, Lao Meng who was cheerful, Shan Zi who failed the military leadership class twice; Field training in the middle of the night, close combat with fists to the flesh...After many years, everyone has gone their separate ways, some wearing gorgeous epaulets and others sleeping in the sound of death knells, each has a turbulent life.

But at this night, at this moment, they came alive again.

The boy has bright eyes.

The sunshine at that time was a jug of mellow and rich warm wine.

Shi Yuan looked at him: "The sun is very good, and then?"

"...There is no more."

Shi Yuan:?

Lu Tinghan patted Shi Yuan's head: "Thank you for bringing this up."

Shi Yuan: "Why are you thanking me?"

Lu Tinghan said: "It reminds me of the story at that time."

"Well, although I don't understand your story at all...I just want to make you happy. Are you happy?"

Lu Tinghan: "Yes."

"That's good." Shi Yuan was a little surprised, "However, your storytelling is really bad..."

He muttered a few more words in a low voice and fell asleep.

In the past, Shi Yuan's occupation of Lu Tinghan's bed was unilateral, and not many times.

He wanted to sleep together with Lu Tinghan, like those monsters huddled together in their lairs, but Lu Tinghan always kept a personal distance, and if Shi Yuan got too close, he would wrap Shi Yuan Tuck the quilt back to the other side of the bed. Generally speaking, they are still sleeping separately.

But this night was different.

Half asleep and half awake, Lu Tinghan seemed to put his arms around him.

The movement was very light, and the touch was so close that it was almost imperceptible, making Shi Yuan think it was an illusion.

The next morning, when he woke up, Lu Tinghan had already gotten up, changed his clothes, loaded his pistol with bullets, and was about to go out.

"Can't you really take a day off?" Shi Yuan asked, "Or half a day?"

"It depends on the situation, there is no guarantee." Lu Tinghan said, "You can sleep a little longer."

He is out.

"Depending on the situation" means not very hopeful.

Human beings are tactful and don't like to talk too much.

—From Shi Yuan's "Human Observation Diary".

Shi Yuan went to work obediently.

The emergency passed and he returned to the theater.

After repeated alarms, the theater's business became more and more difficult. Many part-time actors resigned, and Qin Luoluo started recruiting again.

Today, there was no one in the performance hall, so she sat cross-legged in the middle row of the auditorium, put her notebook on the back of the front seat, and drew irritably.

Shi Yuan walked over and sat beside her: "What are you doing?"

"Write the recruitment information." Qin Luoluo replied, "We still need 3 extra actors."

Shi Yuan asked, "Is it hard to find?"

"Yeah, money is one aspect. There must be very few audiences during this period of time, and they have no thoughts." Qin Luoluo sighed, "Don't worry, the troupe has survived the more difficult times. During the peak period Well, the troupe hasn't performed for six or seven years, but Isabella has not disbanded. This time, we can get through it."

She looked at Shi Yuan, and suddenly smiled: "If the show really stops, maybe you can find a better job, and the hourly salary will be much higher."

Shi Yuan: "I'm not doing it for money."

"Well, that's right," Qin Luoluo curled her hair, "It's impossible for you and your Lu Tingting to be short of money. Speaking of which, I don't seem to have asked you, why do you want to act?"

Shi Yuan told her the story of Xie Qianming, and showed her the spike pendant: "He gave me this."

"...So that's the case." Qin Luoluo said in amazement, "He's already dead—does Cheng Youwen know about this?"

Shi Yuan replied: "I know, I told him."

"That's fine." Qin Luoluo murmured, "That's fine."

She unconsciously drew a few strokes on the paper with a pen, and looked at the stage again.

From this angle, the cascading red velvet auditorium and the expansive stage are unobstructed.

She said suddenly: "Shi Yuan, do you know that every seat here was full of people during performances in the past."

Shi Yuan said: "I have watched the video, and there are many viewers."

"Seeing it with my own eyes is different," Qin Luoluo said, "I haven't seen the most prosperous period, but when Isabella retired, the theater was full of people, all of whom came to see her. The first time I saw so many viewers, I was thinking, it would be great if it could be like this forever.”

Her eyes were erratic, as if she was looking far away: "Gleaner City is nicknamed 'The Stage in the Rye'. Operas and dramas are well-known throughout the league. Countless artists and audiences come here for it. The one in the corner and the last row There are thousands of tickets."

She continued: "Can you imagine? At that time, there was a long line of people waiting for the ticket inspection. There was no end in sight. Everyone had to dress very formally, with suits and long skirts, leather shoes and high heels. On both sides of the avenue The lights are always on and brightly lit at night, and you can see men in custom-made ties and waistcoats with subtle undertones, women with glittering earrings, and the smell of eau de toilette in the air.”

Shi Yuan asked, "Do they all like opera and drama?"

"Mostly yes." Qin Luoluo replied, "Most people love art. There are also some who are just pretending to be fake, holding roses and wearing red lips just to stand out... But this is not important. The important thing is, as long as they want Look, the theaters are always open."

"The performances at that time were much more exciting." She smiled, "There must be big people sitting in the front row of the theater, from art masters to military officers, celebrities, everyone, and their names can scare people to death. If Sit in our position, wait for the lights to go down, look ahead, there are the most exquisite scenery on the stage, green trees and red flowers, street walls, everything, and the actors are wearing the best scripts in costumes. Wait for the show When it was over, there was overwhelming applause."

Shi Yuan couldn't imagine such a magnificent and lively scene.

"It must have been a good time," he said.

"Yes, it was a very good time." Qin Luoluo closed her eyes, then looked at the notebook and the "recruitment notice" on it, "It's a pity we can't go back."

She smiled again: "Hey, how can I tell you this." She turned a page of notes, "It's useless to think about it, let's take a step at a time—by the way, your jumper is here, it's in the background, you remember Let's put up posters after dinner."

"Okay." Shi Yuan said.

He got up and went backstage, then looked back at Qin Luoluo.

Qin Luoluo sat in the empty auditorium.

She said that acting is to let the light of the whole world shine on her.

There is no audience in the performance hall now, only the light above her head is turned on, and the light envelopes her softly, other than that, everything is dim.

Shi Yuan went to the backstage and opened the courier.

Inside was a thick brown hoodie with a q-version cypress on the chest and a bold theater sketch on the back.

This was specially customized by the theater troupe. He and Xia Fang were mainly responsible for the publicity, and each of them painted their characters.

Tracy had the idea, and she had drawn the pattern, and she said it would be an advertisement for the Wildrose Company.

—Even though Shi Yuan could tell that Tracy just wanted to print her own paintings, Qin Luoluo ordered two clothes.

If you look closely, there are small dark green protrusions on both sides of the tail, which are triangular, like cypress leaves.

Shi Yuan went backstage to change, looked in the mirror for a few seconds, and the tip of his tail began to sway happily.

He likes cypress trees.

The cypress tree was chosen as the character because there is a cypress forest next to the abyss.

Xia Fang was waiting for him with a poster, wearing a white custom-made hoodie.

They went all over the streets and put up posters of "The Martyr", hoping to attract more viewers. From 10 o'clock to 2 o'clock in the afternoon, they posted a lot, and they were so hungry that they found a roadside stall to eat.

What Shi Yuan ate was egg rice rolls, topped with soy sauce and served with green vegetables, it tasted very good, he fell in love with it after taking one bite, thinking that he must have it with Lu Tinghan next time.

It's a pity that the prices have risen again. A bowl costs 35 yuan, and his daily wages are almost gone. It's hard being human, and he's often very poor.

There was an old TV in the store that was about to fall apart, and the sound was electrified. The boss turned on the TV to watch the news, and soon fell asleep.

According to TV news reports, this morning, Chairman Chai Yongning and General Lu Tinghan met to discuss matters and formulate the next course of action based on the recent battle of defending the city.

Chairman Chai Yongning pointed out that this is the moment when all people are united, and we must work together to overcome difficulties...

Shi Yuan didn't listen to what was going on behind the news.

He thought while eating rice rolls, it turned out that he invited Lu Tinghan out to play yesterday, and Lu Tinghan said "I want to meet someone", and he met the chairman of the alliance.

No wonder there is no time.

From this point of view, he will have to meet other important figures in the future, and the phrase "it depends" is even more hopeless.

Shi Yuan picked up the vegetables.

The greens were overcooked and wilted like him.

Back at the theater, Shi Yuan was sent out to distribute leaflets at the intersection.

Passers-by came and went, most of them took his leaflets, and when the leaflets were distributed at 3:30, Shi Yuan really had nothing to do, so he got off work early.

The shuttle bus at this point came slowly, and we had to wait for half an hour.

He was still wearing a cypress jumper, standing at the entrance of the theater, a little confused, whether he wanted to sit on the bus stop first.

Before he could think about it, there was a new message on his phone.

Lu Tinghan: [Where is it? 】

Every time Lu Tinghan asked this question, he wanted to come to him. This was an unexpected joy, Shi Yuan never expected, his eyes lit up immediately: [I just got off work, at the entrance of the theater]

Lu Tinghan: [Stand there and don't move]

Shi Yuan asked: [Do I have to stand? 】

Lu Tinghan: [You can lie down]

After a while, Lu Tinghan seemed to realize something, and added another: [Shi Yuan, please sit down]

So, Shi Yuan sat obediently on the bench at the door, waited for 20 minutes, and a black car appeared on the corner of the street and stopped in front of him.

Behind the lowered car windows were Lu Tinghan's gray-blue eyes.

He said, "Get in the car, little cypress."

…

The vehicles were driving on the way to the east of the city, and rows of houses were left behind by them.

Inside the car, Shi Yuan said, "I thought you were running out of time! Aren't you going to meet other people?"

"It's not an important thing, so I turned it down." Lu Tinghan said calmly, as if it was a trivial matter.

"Is it really okay?"

"Um."

"Then where are we going now?" Shi Yuan was elated.

Lu Tinghan: "You will know when it arrives, I think you will like it."

After 40 minutes, the car passed several checkpoints and stopped beside a small road.

When Shi Yuan got off the car, he saw a large expanse of golden yellow that could not be seen.

The wind blows like waves, one after another, the gilding is so dazzling that people can't open their eyes, swaying overwhelmingly, and the sound is also like the cascading waves, never stopping. In the far distance, several-story-high machines have slender four-legged feet. They spray water mist as they walk, drawing a few light rainbows. The gears rotate and the mechanical arms stretch out, like mechanical creatures from ancient times walking on golden clouds. Come.

This is a wheat field.

This is the granary that has supported countless people, it is the origin of the name of this old southern city, and it is the golden blood of the alliance that has been winding continuously for hundreds of years.