Little Mushroom

The colonel's room was as if no one had lived in it.

— Almost the same as the lounge in the outer city defense.

As for why Anzhe knew what the colonel's room looked like, it was because the moment the elevator door opened, he felt the surroundings were too cold.

-Turning his head again, he met Lu Yan's eyes.

The colonel leaned his arms on the door frame: "Come back."

An Zhe flattened his mouth.

In fact, he and Serran were not familiar with each other. When he pressed the elevator button, he even thought about it. If Seran was not at home or faced with his request, he could only turn to the awkward scene of Colin's help.

He looked back at Lu Yan, and was suddenly a little sad-he felt a little wronged. This man knew he had no friends at the base.

Lu Yan also saw that he was wrong, and said, "What's wrong?"

An Zhe lowered his eyes, but didn't know what to say. He actually wanted to open his mouth to stay in Lu Yan's room, but he was afraid of being rejected by the colonel.

He heard Lu Yan smiling slightly.

"Funny." Lu Yan came over and pulled him into the elevator. "Go to dinner first and sleep with me at night."

Dinner was eaten in the public cafeteria. This dinner was not delicious, and the opposite Lu Lu ordered a mushroom soup.

However, if it was sleeping with Lu Yan ... Of course, it is better than sleeping with Serran, far better than sleeping with Colin. An Zhe attributed this to that he was still only familiar with Lu Yan after all, and also Twice with this person for friendship.

After taking a shower in the colonel's bathroom, he wiped himself dry, then quickly went to bed wrapped in a large white towel, and sat on the back of the bed with the quilt-he didn't have pajamas.

In the colonel's room, an application seemed to be better than his room, which may be a special treatment given to him by the military.

However, no matter how special the treatment is, there will not be an extra quilt, nor will there be an extra pillow. He consciously placed the pillow from the center of the bed to the outside.

At this moment his gaze was attracted by a cluster of red at the bedside.

——There is a simple glass bottle with three bright red flowers in it, with thorny stems and dark green branches and leaves, two of which are in full bloom, and the other one is a full bud.

This is the first time Anzhe has seen plants in a human base. This steel-made city does not seem to allow any creatures other than humans to exist.

The fragrance of the flower was floating in the air. At this moment, Lu Yan, who had been in the living room listening to his subordinates reporting work, ended the call and returned to the bedroom.

At this moment Lu Yan noticed his gaze towards the bouquet.

"My mother's," he said.

An Zhe: "Is Mrs. Lu?"

"Um." Lu Yan said lightly.

His gaze also stayed on those three flowers. After a long time, he looked outside.

The dark night outside the window, dark shadows, the hexagonal Eden stands far away from the artificial magnetic pole.

An Zhe looked in his eyes, and Eden did look like a hive. His thoughts suddenly moved, and he looked back at the three bright red flowers on the bed. This color and shape was a little familiar to him. It was from a long time ago, when Anze recalled a certain album. plant.

"Rose ..." he murmured.

"It's a rose," Lu Yan said lightly.

When the children in his class are free, they will play house games and simulate flower planting games, using colored paper of different colors as flowers. However, there seemed to be real roses in the Garden of Eden.

"Does Eden plant roses?" He said.

Lu's answer was short: "No."

Just when Anzhe thought his answer had come to an end, Lu Yan spoke again.

"She likes plants, but the base isn't." His voice was calm. "I trained in the wild at sixteen and collected some seeds. The lighthouse gave it to her when it was safe.

"Then the wife planted it?" An Zhe said.

Lu Yan said, "Well."

An Zhe suddenly remembered the sealed plant seeds seen in Lu Yan's office cabinet a month ago. He thought that Lu Yan must take his mother seriously. At the lighthouse today, Mrs. Lu is going to submit some reports. She looks like a researcher. So he asked, "Is Mrs. Lu a scientist?"

Lu Yan answered him after a while: "Yes."

Just then, Lu Yan suddenly said, "You know the girl in Eden."

Ann nodded his head. Lu Yan had already seen Lili, and he had nothing to hide.

"How much do you know?"

An Zhe guessed that the colonel was asking him how much he knew about Eden. He recalled those words that Lily had said, saying, "Know the Rose Declaration."

When I saw Lu Yan looking out the window, he seemed to be remembering the past.

He said: "It is said that when she was twelve years old, because of her intellectual talent ... Al Qaeda thought that her involvement in scientific research would make a greater contribution to humanity than fertility.

An Zhe: "It's great."

He is always curious about human beings with superior IQ.

"But then she applied to transfer back to Eden to take responsibility for fertility, and at the same time to study improved techniques for embryo culture in vitro."

An Zhe: "What then?"

"Nothing then," Lu Yan said, "still it is."

An turned back to look like Mrs. Lu. Even if she brought a mask today, she only impressed him with a pair of eyes. He said, "She is beautiful."

Lu Yan said, "Thank you."

Recalling what happened during the day, An Zhe asked again, "Are you bad with her?"

Lu Yan: "Not good."

An Zhe blinked: "Why?"

He felt that Lu Yan was very concerned about his mother.

"She always thought that I was at the United Front, but in the end I chose to go to the trial court." Lu Yi's tone was flat: "Maybe I killed too many people."

An Zhe: "Can't she accept it?"

"I don't want to keep my relationship with her anymore." Lu Yan picked up the pillow and threw it to Anzhan.

An Zhe embraced the pillow and looked at Lu Yan, strangely, he understood what he was talking about.

In order to be always correct, always awake, and always indifferent, the judge must exile himself completely—exile, the word abruptly appears in Anzhe's mind.

"Eden and the court are doing the opposite," he said, "is it because you can't shake?"

"Shut up." Lu Yan leaned over, pulled the pillow out of An Zhe's arms, lifted An Zhe again, and put the pillow under his head: "Eyes can't open."

An Zhe was trapped in a soft pillow, and his consciousness was gradually blurred. He was really sleepy and had been fighting hard tonight.

Before he completely slept, he saw Lu Yan picking up a silvery white box. This was a staff member gave Lu Yan when they left the lighthouse. An Zhe didn't know what it was. He didn't think he needed to know. The colonel always has his reasons for doing things.

An folded clothes were set aside, and some gray dust fell on the collar. Neither the training ground nor the lighthouse had such things, but Lu Yan knew that there was a small area of ​​chaos in the monitoring of Eden during that time. , So you ca n’t trace Anzhe ’s whereabouts.

Lu Yan's gaze was retracted from it, and his finger pressed the suitcase button. The silver suitcase opened, and the white cold air escaped. The freezing layer was a slender injection, turquoise.

His gun was placed next to the suitcase.

After his eyes paused on these two items, he turned to Anzhe, his fingers clasped on the handle of the gun.

at this time.

Ann rolled over and leaned lightly next to him.

He fell asleep.

Like a small animal group in a snow-white quilt, the milky white neck and shoulders are exposed, the eyebrows are stretched, the eyelashes are slightly curled, and the breathing is volts, even and calm.

His fingers showed a section under the quilt, and he pinched softly, but he was very relaxed, and no nerve was tight. He sleeps here without alert and alert, just like sleeping in a safe place with all his heart, he believes that no one here will hurt him.

Lu Yan suddenly remembered the day two months ago.

That day was the first time they met, An An looked into his eyes and said to him, "He was not injured."

He has been used to arguing and repudiation, and questioning and anger are things that he encounters countless times a day.

But the first time he saw those eyes, he didn't question or understand, just sad. There was also naive calm in the sorrow, as if he spoke for a reason, he accepted everything and forgave everything.

He hadn't paid attention to anyone's defense before that, but that time, he picked up the white cloth covering the body and exposed the man's wound.

People's shaking begins with the first soft heart.