Chapter 132 It’s Not Too Late to Mend the Fence After the Sheep Have Been Lost (37) Extra

"I'm sixteen, the same age as you, don't call me kid."

"How do you know how old I am? Ah, it doesn't matter. Since we are so destined, why don't you come home with me!"

The sixteen-year-old Mosinian extended his hand enthusiastically. The masked boy snorted with dignity and stood still without dodging. However, his palm passed through the boy's body, as if trying to catch a breath of air. Mosinian was stunned, and his face was suddenly filled with panic, "Ming Huan, don't die, don't leave."

"Ming Huan--"

Mosinian woke up from his dream, and there was still a lingering fear in his heart. He covered his chest and took a long time to relax. He smiled bitterly and spit out a number: "Two hundred and eighty-seven."

This was the 287th time he tried to change everything in his dream, and it ended with Shen Minghuan's disappearance. Then he woke up and still had to face the fact that this person was dead.

This year is the seventeenth year since Shen Minghuan blew up the insect star.

Another seventeen years.

Seventeen years is a long time, long enough for him to engrave the memories into his bones, and he can't forget them unless he dies.

And once he starts to think about the past, he has too many reasons to regret it - just like his 287 dreams.

When Shen Minghuan and Shang Chi were running in the heavy rain in Lanxing, he once glanced at them from a distance, surprised by the familiar feeling.

Now thinking about it, how much does it look like the back of Mo Hexuan when he ran away from home when he learned the truth at the age of fourteen?

When he invited the other party to attend the birthday party, he obviously noticed all the strange behaviors of the other party, but he didn't pay attention to it.

The strange words that the man occasionally said, the mask that he never took off, the ambiguous eyes...

There are so many doubts, why didn't he find them earlier?

If he was more careful, if he was braver, would everything be different?

Can Shen Minghuan live for a long time?

Mo Sinian smiled bitterly again.

He never thought that one day his greatest wish for someone would be just to "stay alive".

"Chief Mo, the Alliance has issued an order." Someone knocked on the door to remind him.

Mo Sinian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and replied calmly, "Okay, I'll be there."

In the past seventeen years, all important positions in the Alliance have undergone a major change.

Speaker Xiang Wanyu resigned, and the four major commanders all submitted their resignations. Some of the senior officers of the corps who had fought side by side with Marshal Tang and directly or indirectly hurt Commander Shen still need to receive psychological counseling regularly, not to mention sticking to their posts.

With the destruction of the Zerg, the purpose of the army's existence has become to be prepared for any eventuality. In order to better adapt to the era without large-scale wars, the personnel have been reduced again and again, and the system has been continuously improved.

Today, there is no distinction between the four major corps, and they are collectively called the Alliance Army.

Although mechas still exist, they will only appear in the battle zone on the Star Network.

There is no requirement for mental strength when applying for military academies and joining the army, just as Shen Minghuan promised Shang Chi at the beginning of the story.

The army has only one chief commander.

It was Mo Sinian.

Actually, he should be called "Commander Mo", but whenever the word "commander" is mentioned, Shen Minghuan will be thought of.

Perhaps to distinguish, or perhaps to avoid being sad, everyone unanimously called him "Chief Mo".

In the future, there will probably be "Chief Zhao", "Chief Qian", and "Chief Li", but there will only be one commander.

Mo Sinian was in a daze for a short while, and then immediately got down to work.

Meetings, missions, reports...

He hoped that these busyness could fill all the free time in life, so that he could get away from his memories and temporarily forget his sorrow.

Diligence, which is well known to everyone, is not a virtue, but a poison that Mo Sinian uses to get rid of it.

*

Marshal Tang's private square is the most beautiful scenery on the Star Network.

There used to be a three-meter-high pile of dirt here, and it was full of gray-brown garbage. There was not even a place to stay.

However, just one day later, the place was completely new, with green grass and romantic flowers on the ground, and clouds rolling and unrolling when looking up, and the sky was clear.

No tools were used, and no data was provided by StarNet.

They had thrown it away with their own hands, and now they should pick it up with their own hands.

Every inch they cleaned up was more painful.

Netizens could not find the location of Shen Minghuan's private square, so this place was doubly missed.

Even on non-holidays, there was never a shortage of people paying tribute to the square, and it can be expected that even one hundred and seventy years later, there would still be countless people crying for them.

[I checked a lot of video materials. The commander asked the marshal if he was willing to return to the alliance. Does it mean that he has a way to survive? At the end, the marshal's words were also very strange. The marshal asked the commander if he could not stop it, and the commander said yes. What was this stopping? Did it refer to the commander's death? ]

This topic has been discussed before, but the final result was so tragic that no one dared to think about it a second time.

After a long time, someone replied:

[You are not very old, right? I really envy you. ]

This seems to be a weird remark, but it is actually from the heart.

I didn’t envy him for being young, but I envied him for being born too late and not having the time to commit sins.

I didn’t have the time to participate in the attacks and abuses on the Starnet at that time.

A similarly young student replied:

[I have also studied the deeds of the conductor, so was the conductor forced to death by us at that time? 】

[(Star Network Administrator: Keyword detected, if you need psychological counseling, please contact T34-xxxxxx)]

[? ? What is this? ]

The older people replied bitterly:

[The answer to the question you asked. This reminder was set only seventeen years ago, so do you understand? ]

There must be many people who can't get out of it, there must be many people who are in pain because of this matter, and there must be many people who can't accept the truth and lose the desire to live.

So the Alliance has this reminder.

[Is the keyword the death of the commander? ]

[No, the keyword is that we killed the commander. ]

The post was quiet for a long time, and people kept clicking in, and then stopped at the end, unable to move.

After a while, someone posted another content, as if to change the topic in a panic.

[Speaking of which, a few days ago in the battle zone, I saw someone who named himself "Wuming" and claimed to be "the second commander". It was obvious that he was a minor. How could the legend of the commander be so easy to replicate? ]

[Yes, there has only been one Shen Minghuan in the more than three million years since the birth of mankind. ]

[I saw it too. Later, many players took the initiative to challenge him. Commander Shen is the idol of many people. It's almost like a belief.]

[The kid lost seven games in a row and cried to change his name.]

Netizens now communicate on Xingwang in a Buddhist way. They don't have much malice towards this kid. After all, the other party didn't choose this name to drag down or belittle Shen Minghuan.

They used cyber violence to hurt two people, two people who should not be hurt the most.

No one dares to talk about the bloody storm on Xingwang in the past 17 years.

[Even the supporters of the Marshal cannot turn a blind eye to this matter. After all, the commander used this name because the Marshal had not named him when he left. This can be regarded as a kind of commemoration.]

[Who said that? The commander didn't know his life experience at that time. What does his namelessness have to do with the Marshal?]

[How do you know that the commander doesn't know? The commander is omnipotent. How can he not know something? Don't forget that he has been wearing a mask.]

[Bullshit! The commander chose such a name to express his feelings about fate. Life is impermanent. In the long torrent, we are all nameless mayflies. 】

【This group of people quarreled again. Every time they quarreled, they would cry. Why? 】

【There is no way. After all, they are academics and have to record the commander's life rigorously. But which of the commander's affairs can not make people cry? 】

Surfing expert Xie Xu laughed while watching, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

He said to Mo Hongxue: "They want to write a book for Ming Huan, but they don't even know Ming Huan's true identity. Everyone says that the marshal's family is full of loyal heroes, and the commander is better than his master. Mo Hongxue, what do you think?"

When the alliance was clearing Tang Chaoyan's name, Xiang Wanyu planned to open a trial for the case of Shen Minghuan's identity being replaced.

All the insiders confessed, and the mastermind Mo Hongxue was killed.

Everything went smoothly, and was finally stopped by Shang Chi.

"Don't use this kind of dirty thing to associate with my brother!" Shang Chi said.

Shang Chi's words mean nothing, but he is Shen Minghuan's brother. Everyone knows that they have a very good relationship. His attitude also represents Shen Minghuan's inclination to some extent.

Xiang Wanyu had been silent once, and now he had to keep silent.

Maybe the truth will be discovered in the end, but it is not a problem to hide it for another seventeen years.

By then, the Mo family will have disappeared in the torrent of history, and Shen Minghuan will still shine forever.

Mo Hongxue did not answer.

After the war, Mo Hongxue returned to the well-off Emperor Star to live for a long time, but his figure became thinner and thinner day by day.

He was like a walking corpse, struggling in this world, but not much angry.

"Can you contact Shang Chi? I want to see him." Mo Hongxue lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasant, and he had lost the calmness of being a commander.

Xie Xu suddenly became angry and scolded: "Dare you mention Shang Chi to me?"

After Shen Minghuan's death, Shang Chi never took the initiative to talk to Xie Xu again.

No matter what Xie Xu did, Shang Chi could only say "I dare not trouble the principal".

Xie Xu had heard these six words for seventeen years. Only recently did Shang Chi's attitude soften slightly.

Mo Hongxue lowered her eyes and let Xie Xu vent his anger. After the other party finished scolding, she pleaded tirelessly: "I just want to see him once. I can use a light brain. I can do whatever you want."

*

Shang Chi took over the position of the principal of the First Army two years ago. He is the youngest principal in the history of the alliance.

Looking at Xie Xu's leisurely appearance on the Star Network, you can know that this principal actually doesn't have much work. If there is anything, Xie Xu will help Shang Chi.

In the eyes of the students of the First Army, this principal Shang is a strange and mysterious person. He smiles every day, but his eyes are full of evil.

The seniors said that the principal probably has some mental problems, perhaps because of the death of his brother.

After all, seventeen years ago, thousands of people cried and the alliance was shrouded in a miserable storm every day. Only Shang Chi could not hide his happy expression.

But no one discriminated against him, because the principal's brother was Shen Minghuan.

The two brothers have such a good relationship, it would be strange if they were not stimulated. Besides, Shang Chi's symptoms of illness were just high emotions, and he did not affect others.

Shang Chi sneezed, "Who is talking about me behind my back?"

He did not live in the house that Xie Xu gave him, but bought a small house for himself, which was not big and had only two rooms.

Shang Chi walked home slowly while humming a song, and suddenly stopped, "After the former commander resigned, he changed his career to become a robber?"

Mo Hongxue's face was as pale as snow. He stood quietly against the wall in the shadow, like a lonely ghost who needed to avoid the sun: "Shang Chi, is Ming Huan... still alive?"

His voice was low and the last few words were barely audible.

Shang Chi sneered, "Former commander, wasn't the meteor shower seventeen years ago shocking enough?"

He ignored Mo Hongxue and walked straight past him without looking back.

Just after taking a few steps, I heard a "plop" behind me. It was a dull sound of a penis hitting the ground. It even hurt to hear it.

Shang Chi turned around and saw Mo Hongxue kneeling straight.

Dignity in the interstellar age is extremely expensive, and for many people it is even higher than life. Mo Hongxue was once one of them, but now there is no humiliation or reluctance on his face, "I don't want to do anything, I just want an answer. "

Shang Chi calmly stepped aside, "Don't you know what's going on?"

Mo Hongxue raised his head slightly, "But only if you speak can I rest assured."

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Shang Chi sneered, turned and left again, "Kneel down if you like, I'm going home."

However, he soon stopped again.

——The sound of a sharp blade entering the body was heard from behind.

"Mo Hongxue." Shang Chi turned around unbearably, "They said I was crazy, but I think you are the one who is really crazy."

Mo Hongxue held the dagger in one hand, and the blade plunged into his abdomen. His face became even paler, "You are angry."

"Yes, I am indeed angry. I can't wait to beat you to death with my own hands!" Shang Chi said through gritted teeth.

Mo Hongxue nodded, pulled out the dagger neatly, and motioned for Shang Chi to take action. He reminded: "It's best to save my life, otherwise the law will be difficult to interpret."

Shang Chi looked at him indifferently and took the dagger from his hand.

Mo Hongxue waited quietly, with an indifferent expression. At this moment, he suddenly looked like Shen Minghuan.

——When Shen Minghuan talked about his own destiny in the past, he was also indifferent and indifferent.

Shang Chi turned around and left with the dagger in hand, "Ming Huan is not dead, but he doesn't want to see you or you."

*

Shang Chi cursed and threw away the dagger, then logged into the Star Network and entered a position he knew by heart.

Thirty-four roses were blowing in the wind in the flower bed, and Shen Minghuan was sleeping in the hammock under the tree.

The hammock was swaying, and Shen Minghuan reluctantly opened his eyes and sighed: "Is the work of the scientific research institute and the principal so easy?"

You get off work at noon?

To be able to afford a house in Emperor Star and carry out extensive construction in Star Network Plaza, the salary of a mere principal is not enough.

In order to support Shen Minghuan, Shang Chi was serious.

"Because I'm awesome. I was taught by you Ming Huan." Shang Chi said proudly.

As early as the pair of strange antlers installed on the mecha, Shen Minghuan's talent in science and technology was clearly revealed, but it was a pity that he didn't have time to leave anything behind.

Just like the meteors that streaked across the night sky that night, they were brilliant and short-lived.

"Ming Huan, Mo Hongxue came to see me just now."

"Oh." Shen Minghuan responded slowly, "Where should we go to play tomorrow?"