Chapter 112: It’s Too Late to Mend the Fence After the Sheep Have Been Lost (17)

Commander Mo guards the Azure Dragon Corps all year round. As the only person with double S-level talent in the alliance, he sometimes has to go to the other three corps for support.

He shoulders the heavy responsibility of the survival of mankind and will not leave the border easily. Only at this time of the year, if conditions permit, he will leave for a short period of half a month.

The Imperial Star is located in the middle of the alliance territory, far away from the front battlefield. Even if the fastest starship is used, it takes ten days to go back and forth.

So every time Mo Hongxue comes back, he usually can only stay for three or four days, and he has to make up for the backlog of official business after returning.

Such a long journey, such a tiring journey, is just to celebrate the birthday of his beloved child.

This deed was widely reported and used as the topic of an essay for college admissions in a certain year, which is quite sad.

The robot butler opened the door and summoned a small flying vehicle for the guests. Shang Chi immediately exclaimed "Wow".

There was no deep hatred between the young people. Shang Chi would not hold a grudge if Mo Sinian and others apologized sincerely.

"Isn't it spectacular?" Yan Ji was full of envy, "Every time I come to Sinian's house, I want to exchange parents with him."

The scale of this birthday party was not large. Only some friends and classmates of Mo Sinian were invited. Looking around, they were all familiar faces, so everyone was relatively relaxed.

Shang Chi nodded repeatedly and exclaimed excitedly: "This is the first time I know that someone has to use a flying walker at home."

"What is this? There are more surprising things. Come on, I will introduce them to you." Yan Ji proudly led the way, as if this was his home.

Decorative ribbons were hung on the green plants on the roadside, and the dome in the house turned into a colorful sky, which looked a little out of place with the overall house. It was obviously prepared for this birthday party.

As the host, Mo Sinian was preparing at home all day today. Lu Zhiyi accompanied him, and Yan Ji went to pick up Shen Minghuan and Shang Chi.

Yan Ji took advantage of the fact that Mo Sinian was not there and laughed loudly: "Too childish, blue and purple, and balloons, just like a seven-year-old child."

"It's obviously very warm!" Shang Chi and he held different views and argued.

Yan Ji asked in a hurry: "Hey Minghuan, why don't you say anything?"

Shen Minghuan is not such a silent character.

Shen Minghuan was stunned for a moment, and soon reacted, smiling and explaining seriously: "It's so beautiful here, I forgot to speak."

This was said perfunctorily, and anyone could see that he was lying.

"Minghuan?" Shang Chi came to Shen Minghuan and looked at the other's expression carefully.

He whispered and promised: "Brother promises you that sooner or later, brother will give you a birthday party like this!"

"Okay." Shen Minghuan agreed with a smile.

Shen Minghuan's birthday is four months later, and the old man who picked up rubbish designated the day he found him as his birthday.

He was poor when he was a child, so he didn't celebrate this birthday.

Later, when he was four years old, he met Shang Chi, and Shang Chi would say "Happy Birthday" to him on that day.

When they grow up, Shang Chi will save pocket money to prepare a gift for him and plant a flower for him in the Star Network Square.

When he was a child, he couldn't afford to buy flowers and wrote an IOU seriously. It was only this year that he slowly made up for it.

Mo Sinian's birthday party was carefully organized, and a huge amount of money was invested every year. Mo Hongxue and Mo Hexuan, who were far away in the army, would try their best to come back to accompany him.

Even Shao Kunyao, who had always been cold to him, would be willing to sit down and cut a piece of cake for him.

The date itself has no meaning.

It has weight because it is taken seriously by others.

——The birthday of "Shen Minghuan" is not his real birth date, nor is Mo Sinian.

——Today is the original owner's birthday.

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Yan Ji led them through the small garden to the main banquet hall.

There were already quite a few people in the hall, all teenagers of similar age, and most of them had very familiar faces. They were either classmates of the First Army or had seen them in military exercises.

The banquet hall was filled with gentle and graceful music, and energetic young people were walking around, laughing and joking.

Yan Ji greeted them skillfully and pulled Shen Minghuan and Shang Chi out of the encirclement with difficulty.

"Minghuan, you are too popular." Yan Ji looked at him sadly.

Shen Minghuan just smiled slightly when he heard it.

He seemed a little absent-minded today, and even Yan Ji, who was not very familiar with him, could see his abnormality.

Yan Ji scratched his head and pulled the two to the food area.

"Don't be unhappy, come quickly." He covered his chest happily, "Desserts can heal everything!"

The various pastries were made delicately and small, and arranged in an exquisite manner. The air was filled with a slight sweetness, which made people salivate just by looking at it.

In the interstellar era, except for nutrient solution, all food is very expensive.

The raw materials used for this small cake are the best, with high nutritional value. If it is made into nutrient solution, it is enough to be a week's ration for one person.

But if you only pursue the taste, the cake you make is only two bites long. Not to mention filling your stomach, it can barely fill your teeth.

Yan Ji stuffed the whole cake into his mouth with a "ah-woo" sound, and praised incoherently, "Sure enough, waste is the greatest luxury."

"Yan Ji, Ming Huan, Shang Chi."

At the intersection of the lights, Mo Sinian waved his arms, "I'm here!"

Next to him stood a tall young man with a cold face and a serious expression.

Yan Ji shrank his neck and explained in a low voice with fear: "That's Lieutenant Mo Hexuan, Sinian's elder brother. He just doesn't like to talk. In fact..."

Mo Hexuan looked at them expressionlessly, and Yan Ji instantly recalled his memories of the legion. He shuddered: "Forget it, let's just say hello and leave. It's a bit scary."

"It's okay, I don't think it's scary." Shen Minghuan defended him.

Yan Ji led them to move forward slowly, and said with a bitter face: "Master Shen, of course you don't think so. You can talk and laugh with the principals of the six major military academies, but please be considerate of us mortals."

Shang Chi likes to hear others praise Shen Minghuan the most. He smiled proudly with his hands on his hips: "It's okay, little Yanzi, we will protect you."

Mo Hexuan knew Yan Ji, so Mo Sinian didn't introduce him, "Brother, these two are the classmates I told you about. They just enrolled in our school not long ago. They are also students of Principal Xie Xu, Shen Minghuan, and his brother Shang Chi."

Shen Minghuan slowly raised his head and met Mo Hexuan's gaze directly.

Today, he did not wear the fox half-face mask that he liked recently, but wore the white mask that he had worn for the first time in a long time, covering his entire face tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

"Before, at the border, it was Ming Huan who saved me." Mo Sinian was a little guilty, and carefully looked at Mo Hexuan's expression, "I'm sorry, brother, I know I was wrong."

Mo Hexuan was indifferent, just nodded slightly: "I have heard of you, Shen Minghuan, S-level mental power, genius commander."

"You are flattering." Shen Minghuan curved his eyes, "I have also heard of you, the youngest lieutenant, the future commander of the legion."

Perhaps because he was trained according to the standards of a soldier since he was a child, Mo Hexuan grew very tall, and Shen Minghuan only reached his shoulders.

The two men, one tall and one short, stood facing each other, the same youthful and vigorous, and inexplicably gave people a similar feeling.

This feeling comes from temperament, and has nothing to do with appearance.

Mo Sinian saw Yan Ji's restraint, and he turned his head, as if asking for permission: "Brother, can I take my friends out for a walk first?"

"It's your birthday, whatever you want." Mo Hexuan said briefly.

It was just the cold word "birthday", but Mo Sinian seemed to hear Mo Hexuan gently wishing him "Happy Birthday", and his face was suddenly full of uncontrollable joy, looking silly, "Let's go, let's go find Lu Zhiyi, he's on the second floor."

Yan Ji nodded impatiently, "Okay, okay."

If he didn't leave, he felt like he would turn into an ice sculpture.

Shen Minghuan hesitated for a moment, "You guys go first, I want to talk to Lieutenant Mo."

He looked at Mo Hexuan: "Is it okay?"

Mo Hexuan still looked cold, and was slightly surprised when he heard it, but he didn't object.

"Then I..." Mo Sinian was not very reassured. His eldest brother was a little difficult to get along with. Is it okay to leave Minghuan alone?

Yan Ji spoke first: "Okay, you guys chat, Ming Huan, we'll wait for you on the second floor. If you don't know the way, remember to contact us with the optical computer and we'll come find you."

"Ming Huan, I'll go with you." Shang Chi said without hesitation.

Shen Ming Huan smiled, "Brother, go play with them, I'll be there soon."

"But..."

Shang Chi was about to continue talking, but was suddenly dragged by Yan Ji next to him and staggered a step.

Yan Ji grabbed Shang Chi with his left hand and pulled Mo Sinian with his right hand, dragging them away, "I say, Brother Shang, who is worried about you, please give your brother some private space, okay?"

Then he leaned over and whispered to Mo Sinian: "Maybe Ming Huan wants to recommend himself? How can he say it with you here?"

Mo Hexuan thought so too. He didn't like this kind of backdoor form. He was willing to waste a little time for Mo Sinian's face.

His expression became increasingly cold, "What do you want to tell me?"

"Why do you keep a straight face?" Shen Minghuan was disappointed, "You obviously care about your Si Nian, why don't you say a few nice words? If you continue like this, you will lose such a good brother."

[That's it, the host did a good job! ] The system praised loudly.

The reason for the deviation of the plot this time is that the Mo family's love for the original owner is even more surging.

They should have gradually let go of the pain of the past under the long time, and be moved by Mo Si Nian's filial piety, care, and dedication for many years, and treat him as their own.

Mo Si Nian wants to find out the truth and redress Tang Chaoyan, and they do their best to help. With the financial resources of the Shao family and the power of the Mo family, it is enough to solve many problems for Mo Si Nian.

However, for some reason, they are very determined to leave this world.

Mo Hongxue is okay, and she still dotes on Mo Si Nian, but compared with the original plot, it is more like a kind of love for a friend's child, and there is a slight gap in the care.

And Mo Hexuan, who should have been the most doting and had no bottom line, also treated him particularly coldly.

Shao Kunyao was still brooding over what happened sixteen years ago. Although he didn't vent his anger on Mo Sinian, he would ignore him even if they lived under the same roof. He refused to say a few words.

The system reread the plot and confirmed: [As long as you persuade them to be good to the protagonist, the protagonist will naturally grow up quickly with their help and care. In the future, with the talent of A-level mental power, he will first take over the command of the Qinglong Legion and finally become the chief commander. ]

Recreate the glory of Tang Chaoyan and make the alliance make an exception again.

Shen Minghuan vowed, [I am doing the task, are you still worried? ]

The system thought so too. Although the first two worlds were a bit strange, the task completion rate was 100%, and the protagonist even grew better than in the original plot.

"You're standing up for him?" Mo Hexuan frowned, his aura even more terrifying, "Why would you, an outsider, interfere in our brothers' affairs?"

Shen Minghuan seemed not to sense the other party's impatience, and was extremely tactless. He said seriously: "I'm afraid that the lieutenant will regret it."

"Regret? In your opinion, what did I do wrong to Mo Sinian? As a brother and an elder, I believe I have not failed in my duty. If you are talking about the border incident, I also handled it impartially. I have no guilt about this." Mo Hexuan's tone was flat and firm. He didn't want to pay attention, but since Shen Minghuan would say such a thing, he thought Mo Sinian must have misunderstood.

After all, he is half a brother, so it doesn't hurt to explain.

Shen Minghuan sighed and shook his head in a mature manner: "Second Lieutenant, what fairness can we talk about between relatives? What we want is preference."

"For example," he paused and pointed to the cakes on the table: "If there is only one small cake left, you will give it to Mo Sinian; if Mo Sinian and I fall into the water at the same time, you will save him first; if he is in danger, you will give up me without hesitation... This is preference."

Shen Minghuan smiled, "You obviously think so in your heart and do so, why don't you tell Sinian? Isn't it just letting him misunderstand in vain."

Mo Hexuan was in a trance for a moment, he was silent for a moment, but did not deny, "What can you know?"

"Wrong." Shen Minghuan said with a smile: "I know more than you think."

"...Boring." Mo Hexuan left with a wave of his sleeves.

After he left, Shen Minghuan slowly tasted the small cakes of various flavors.

Although people don't eat in the interstellar era, their cooking skills have not fallen behind. With the assistance of various high-tech, the most extreme deliciousness of ingredients can always be brought out.

Shen Minghuan is very satisfied.

The birthday party had not started yet, so the food area was not open yet. If it weren't for Yan Ji leading them, they would not be able to enter this place now.

Surrounded by flowers and colorful silks, surrounded by fine wine and delicious food, and softly sprinkled with warm yellow-orange light, it should have been a lively and noisy scene, but there was only Shen Minghuan here, which made it seem particularly desolate.

Shen Minghuan calculated the time and estimated that it was almost time, and then he raised his feet and walked upstairs.

Perhaps worried that Shen Minghuan would get lost in the house when he first arrived, Mo Sinian and the others did not walk very far.

Shen Minghuan saw them as soon as he reached the second floor.

Shang Chi was also absent-mindedly looking at the stairs frequently, and his eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Shen Minghuan's figure. He jumped and waved: "Minghuan, here, here."

Shen Minghuan paused, and walked over "pretending to be nothing", but anyone could see that he was distracted for a moment.

In addition to Lu Zhiyi who had already reunited, there was also a handsome man standing around them.

The man looked somewhat similar to Mo Hexuan, but less sharp and angular, looking more reserved and gentle. He didn't look like a decisive soldier, but more like a graceful scholar.

"Ming Huan." Mo Sinian's smile was much more obvious than when he faced Mo Hexuan just now, "This is my father."

Shen Minghuan's fingers trembled, and he lowered his eyes and said politely: "Commander Mo."

According to today's average life expectancy, Mo Hongxue is in his prime, but for some reason, you can vaguely see some frost on his temples. He doesn't look old, but only reveals the vicissitudes of life. At first glance, he is a man with a story.

"He's Si Nian's friend, just call me uncle, no need to be so distant."

Mo Hongxue's temper is much better than Mo Hexuan's. He smiled gently: "Commander Shen who shined in the military exercise, right?"

Shen Minghuan was a little surprised: "You actually pay attention to these little things?"

"Si Nian is also involved, how can Uncle Mo not pay attention?" Yan Ji flattered, "Everyone in the alliance doesn't know that Uncle Mo loves Si Nian. Uncle Mo is the best father in the world."

Mo Hongxue didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Slippery tongue."

Yan Ji, Lu Zhiyi and Mo Si Nian grew up together, and Mo Hongxue was much more casual with them.

"You are a little celebrity, of course uncle has heard of you." As if praising other people's children, Mo Hongxue said with three parts of sincerity and three parts of politeness: "It is lucky for Si Nian to have a friend like you. If he does something wrong in the future, please bear with him."

Shen Minghuan pursed his lips and promised solemnly: "I will."

Mo Sinian smiled shyly, "Minghuan, don't listen to what my father said. You are a few months younger than me. If you want to take care of me, I should take care of you."

But after saying goodbye today, their relationship should return to the past, avoiding each other.

Mo Hongxue rubbed his head lovingly, "Okay, you little guys play by yourselves, I guess you can't let go if I'm here."

"Goodbye, uncle." Lu Zhiyi and Yan Ji said goodbye obediently.

Mo Hongxue smiled and nodded, turned and left, and stopped after taking two steps, saying sideways: "Happy birthday, Si Nian."

Mo Si Nian smiled: "Thank you, father."

They watched Mo Hongxue walk around the corner. Yan Ji poked Mo Si Nian and said with emotion: "No matter how many times I see it, I still think Uncle Mo is really good to you. When can my dad learn from this and stop deducting my pocket money at every turn."

Lu Zhiyi also nodded in agreement, "I thought Uncle Mo would not come back this year. Hey Si Nian, Uncle Mo didn't end the war before this time just to celebrate your birthday?"

"How can it be so amazing? Do you think the Zerg are vegetarians?" Mo Si Nian retorted, but looking at the smile on his face, he knew that he was very happy.

Yan Ji teased: "That's hard to say."

Shen Minghuan looked meaningfully at the direction where Mo Hongxue left.

If not being able to get out is a disease, this seemingly normal Mo Hongxue is much more seriously ill than Mo Hexuan.

Commander who killed his own son, can you really tell who the "Happy Birthday" is for?

Shang Chi, who was standing by, felt Shen Minghuan's concentration, and recalled the appearance of this man under the mask that was similar to Mo Hongxue and Mo Hexuan, and wrinkled the corner of his clothes anxiously.

[Host, are you thinking about something very bad? ] The system believes that it also has some understanding of the host.

Shen Minghuan refuted flatly: [No, do I look like I would do something bad? ]

It's so boring that only Mo Hongxue can't get out, so everyone in the world can't get out?

The eternal bright moon will erase many pains, but the name Shen Minghuan should be an existence that is difficult to erase with time.

The system thought seriously for a moment, then said guiltily: [I'm sorry, host, I misunderstood you. You won't do bad things. You are the best person in the world.]

[You're right.] Shen Minghuan agreed, [Xiaojiu, you really understand me.]

The system proudly puffed out its chest. Yes, although there were some problems at the beginning, it is still a good system that understands the host very well!