Meng Liu's eyes stopped on Randall for a moment, and Randall looked back, paused for a while, and smiled faintly: "Go, Lord."

The two males were gone, Alfried said goodbye for a while, and walked to the side to communicate with another female who came up to chat, leaving only Lu Chen and Randall in place.

Of course, there was still standing near the field marshal's adjutant, Evel, silently.

"You seem to be in poor spirits." Lu Chen noticed early that there were no insects, so he mentioned it like that.

Randall smiled, rubbed the bridge of his nose, faded his perfect diplomatic rhetoric, showing a little tiredness: "Your spirit is much better than the last time I saw you, I'm really relieved, Lu Zhong Will."

"Going out to relax, or having a chat with Worm, will always make you feel better, Randall." Lu Chen couldn't bear to be tired from both the military and his family, and he meant something.

Randall shook his head with a light smile: "Lu Chen, before you, you can't say such things as having a heart-to-heart with a worm. We can only envy that you can go out with the male worm to relax, but I can't do it. , I'm too busy to get out."

Lu Chen knew him well in his heart, and asked in a light tone: "But as long as you are willing to spare time, your hero will always be free."

Randall was speechless by what he said, stared at him for a moment, and glanced at Evil who was standing silently beside him: "Give me the gift."

Evel leaned slightly and put a small and delicate box in his hand.

Randall smiled apologetically at Lu Chen: "Excuse me, I'm going to say goodbye to the hero."

Lu Chen's eyes were light, staring at his leaving back, and suddenly said softly: "Tonight, does Marshal Randall have official business to do?"

Evil, who was standing still, was stunned. He realized that Lieutenant General Lu was talking to him. He lowered his head slightly, showing a gesture of respectful listening, and paused: "For the time being, there is no military affairs that the Marshal needs to handle in person."

Lu Chen turned his head to the side, his eyes so shallow that he couldn't tell his emotions: "Some things are better to keep silent and bury them in your heart. And some things, once hidden for a long time, will only rot and ooze pus in the bottom of your heart, and then It's hard to heal."

Evil's expression was suddenly stunned.

"Do you see what I mean, Major General Evel?"

He finished the last line quietly.

"Thank... Thank you." The black-haired male worm accepted the gift in a daze.

He was face to face with Randall, standing beyond the light where the males gathered, with his back to the light. And most of Randall's face was hidden in the darkness, so blurred that only a silhouette remained, and his familiar outline was vaguely discernible.

Meng Liu still wanted to step forward and recognize the face carefully. It's been too long since they looked at each other carefully.

This made the male worm uncontrollable, and a feeling of helpless sadness and sourness surged up in his heart, but he could only try his best to relax the corners of his mouth tensed due to bitterness, pretending to be relaxed and happy.

"No thanks." Randle paused and said quickly.

Half of his well-defined face was filled with light and shadow, and his indistinct expression was set off far away. The corners of his lips exposed in the light were slightly hooked, as if he was smiling habitually:

"The military still has official business, so I'll leave tonight. You... rest early, don't play too late."

The corners of Meng Liu's lips tightened as he tried his best, and his eyebrows knitted together, his head moved to the side unnaturally and uncontrollably: "Just... can't you stay?"

His voice might be trembling, but Meng Liu himself couldn't detect it.

Randall was silent, lowered his eyes, and seemed to want to say something, but said nothing.

The two insects stood opposite each other almost silently, and the night wind blew quietly, rolling up the corners of their clothes and hair, sending the sound of the violin far away like a cloud.

It was a Serenade by Sippur, it is said that the composer couldn't help composing it after reading a poem on a bright starry night.

The stars are high in the sky,

For thousands of years without moving,

looking at each other from a distance,

Pain full of love.

They speak a language,

Beautiful and sweet, with infinite meaning,

linguists of the world,

No one can understand it.

...

A burst of light footsteps broke the silence here.

Meng Liu suddenly raised his head and saw that it was Evel, knowing that he was here to urge Randall to leave, but he was still reluctantly raising the corner of his lips with bitterness in his heart.

He didn't want to look too ugly, in front of his queen.

But he didn't think that after Evil saluted, he didn't lower his voice, and said between the two insects: "Admiral, I just checked the news of the military department, and there is no urgent business for you to handle tonight."

Randall's eyes were deep for a moment, and he gave Evel a deep look.

Mengliu obviously grasped the good news and did not give Randall a chance to shirk. He immediately said, "Then can you stay tonight, Randall?"

Evil didn't seem to see Randall's eyes, and bowed slightly to say goodbye.

"What's behind?" On the way back from the banquet, Gu Yu shared a poem with Lu Chen. Lu Chen listened to the first half, and then asked the latter.

"Well, let's think about it." The white-haired male pushed his home Major General Lu, tilted his head to think for a moment - this is the serenade he heard tonight on the violin, and he suddenly remembered that he was interested to share with Lu Chen.

The white-haired male worm coughed and cleared his throat.

Lu Chen's dark eyes stopped on his face, but he didn't say anything.

Tonight, the moonlight is too bright, a light layer of frost has spread on the ground, and it also flows on the bridge of Gu Yu's tall and handsome nose, and inch by inch like water flows over the eyebrows that fly obliquely into the temples, lining the paleness of the jade-like face. .

Gu Yu's eyes smiled, as if he could sense something, the thick eyelashes cast a shallow shadow in the moonlight. After a short while, he read it out leisurely, but the casual tone when he recited the poem showed a deep affection when he lowered his eyes.

"But I have learned the language,

and keep it in mind,

grammar for me to learn,

It is the face of my beloved. "