Chapter 101 Behind the Door (1)

An out-of-control comet slashed down from the sky. When the impact occurred, he was swallowed for a second by the darkness brought by the huge water wave.

"……ginger……!"

Consciousness was quickly pulled from the bottomless abyss, Jiang Jianming opened his eyes.

At first, he saw a hazy light in front of him, and the bright bright spots made him close his eyes again and then open them again, and the blurred outline became clear.

The winter wind blew through the pale white sky, the icy water waves were softly stroking the river beach, and the sand was covered with broken crystal bones.

His Royal Highness's long hair spread out, and water droplets fell from the hair to the corners of his eyes and then slid down, leaving traces like tears.

Jiang Jianming was a little startled for a while.

"ginger!"

Garcia slammed into his cheeks, his movements were a little urgent, and his emerald eyes stared at him anxiously.

"Hiss..." Jiang Jianming moved a bit, squinting his eyes with difficulty, his voice weak, "Where is this."

Is it over... These few days of continuous thrilling, fierce battles from last night to the early morning.

The people who were taken advantage of, the cult forces that provoked crystal chaos, the dead Kim Il-lun soldier, and the Prime Minister Lauren, whose whereabouts are still unknown.

But now the surroundings are so clear and peaceful, he is lying on the river beach, and the only person in front of him is guarding him.

Garcia breathed a sigh of relief, helped him sit up, let him lean against his arms, and took out the tranquilizer spray to give him two breaths: "How are you?"

"...It's okay, I'm not injured, I'm just tired." Jiang Jianming's face was as white as snow, and it took a long time to suppress the feeling of hypoxia and dizziness, "Did the plane crash near the river?"

Turning his head to look, the wreckage of the Mecha Slashing Comet was soaked in the river, and it had turned into a mess of iron, billowing thick smoke.

With the naked eye, you can tell that this is not the level that Xiu Xiu can use again.

Garcia: "You are not injured, but after I dragged you ashore, you still fell asleep for almost an hour... What the hell made you dare to drag this body to and jump on my mecha?"

"...I'm sorry." Jiang Jianming knew that he was wrong.

There was a flying object in the sky quickly approaching, Garcia turned his head sharply and glanced: "The reconnaissance plane of the Golden Sun Wheel is here."

Jiang Jianming nodded. After the Crystal Cult was forced back, the rest of the matter will naturally be handled by the military, but...

Garcia made public appearances for him and released the crystal bone.

Undoubtedly, if they followed Jin Ilun back like this, Garcia would be called Prince Ryan all the way until he was sent back to the White Jade Palace.

"You still don't want to...?" Jiang Jianming looked at him.

Garcia grabbed Jiang Jianming's legs involuntarily, hugged him and stood up, "I said that was the last time to help you."

He carried Jiang Jianming to the top of the river bank, where there were rugged rocks and low bushes, which was a hidden blind spot.

"Now, if they come to me, I will say in front of the whole empire that Prince Ryan's body is rotten, and the ashes are eaten by alien creatures."

"His poor widow is helpless and has to be taken to the front by the military."

"—Then was taken away by the evil second prince?" Jiang Jianming couldn't help laughing, and quietly attached to Garcia's ear to tease him.

"..." Garcia didn't expect Jiang Jianming to pick up on his nonsense, but instead choked, the tips of his ears were slightly red, and he stretched out his hand to cover the mouth of the crippled human being.

The reconnaissance plane found the Comet, and the soldiers shouted and searched upstream and downstream in two ways.

Behind the thorns on the shore, Jiang Jianming was held in his arms by Garcia. The tip of the prince's nose rubbed against his earlobe, and he breathed shallowly on his neck, but he couldn't move.

Jiang Jianming didn't struggle, but looked down helplessly, and finally sent a message with his wrist phone.

Soon, the squad leader of the soldiers shouted:

"The commander-in-chief said there is no need to look for it."

"Keep the change, please?"

A group of people looked at each other in dismay and had to give up. They tethered the wreckage of the Comet to several scout planes and dragged it from the river.

"Let's go."

When everyone was gone, Garcia let go of Jiang Jianming in his arms and pulled him out from behind the shelter by the collar.

"Go home." Garcia said in a commanding tone.

Jiang Jianming was a little surprised that Garcia actually used the word "home" so naturally, as if he said it unconsciously.

Where can find a home? It's obviously just the Jin Ilun dormitory where lived for a few days.

But of course he wouldn't say anything, the two first walked along the river bank towards the town. When he arrived in the city, Jiang Jianming went to buy two new shades and came back, and Garcia and Garcia put them on each, so that he was able to mix into the crowd.

It was obvious to the naked eye that the atmosphere in the entire Aslan city was different.

The sun shone on artificial flower beds, cobblestone roads and little bunting, and the craft whizzed past in the wind. Both men and women, young and old, had excited expressions on their faces.

The two knew well that this was not just because of the festival.

When he heard the words "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince" from the third couple who passed by, Jiang Jianming was finally tortured by Garcia's almost murderous face beside him.

"His Royal Highness," he grabbed Garcia's arm, leaned over and whispered, "I want to buy some food for the festival to eat at night, and I have to report to the military department... Otherwise, you should go back first."

If we go on like this again, especially in the bustling area and the military headquarters, it will be exposed sooner or later - even if you wear a mask on your face.

No way, in the mecha battle at dawn, the two of them - or "His Royal Highness Prince Le'an" and "the unknown person who can use the armor for His Royal Highness" are too conspicuous.

Garcia gave him a deep look.

"……Can."

Jiang Jianming said suspiciously, "You don't want to sneak behind you, do you?"

Garcia was expressionless: "No."

……never mind. Jiang Jianming thought to himself helplessly, even if the two walked in tandem, it would be better than walking side by side like this.

And just after such a thrilling game, Garcia is afraid that he really can't worry about him walking alone. Go with him.

Jiang Jianming then stopped caring about His Royal Highness and went to buy some New Year's goods first.

He is used to being frugal, has low material desires, and doesn't like to be extravagant during Chinese New Year. But for the sake of His Royal Highness who needs to be fed tonight, he still spent twice the budget than in previous years.

When buying apples, a fourth couple passed by. Jiang Jianming, who was bending over to choose, was stunned for a moment, looking at the ruddy and slightly cool apples in his hands.

Whether it's Ryan or Garcia, his status as a prince is destined to be difficult for him to accompany him like an ordinary couple. The chance to stand side by side is only in the fire of war. When the battle is over and it returns to daily life, it is more suitable for them to stagger back and forth.

Especially with Garcia showing up, maybe a lot of things will change from now on.

When he came back to his senses, the heavy bag had already strangled his fingers reddishly, Jiang Jianming shook his head, and walked away quickly with the things in his hand.

Perfection exists only in fairy tales, and he knows that there are always many irresistible realities in the world.

And how weak his strength is, to resist one of them has exhausted his efforts, so the rest can only be accepted calmly.

...

After carrying a few pockets of New Year's goods, Jiang Jianming immediately felt countless eyes coming towards him after he walked nondescriptly into the Golden Sun Wheel Building.

He fought hard to keep his face calm. After only a few steps, Zheng Yue rushed up and tried to take the thing in his hand.

Jiang Jianming shrank back: "No, my apple."

"Oh my little lord, what's the matter with Apple!" Zheng Yue led the way ecstatically, "Hurry up and come here, everyone is waiting for you."

As soon as the door of the office opened, good guy, several big people gathered together.

I saw that the indoor windows were bright and clean, Chen Hank was standing aside with a cane, the leader of the base was sitting on the sofa, and the female emperor was leaning on the leader's shoulder like a boneless, nibbling melon seeds without image.

And Jiang Jianming, Your Excellency Jiang Xiao calmly walked in with a few bags: "Old Marshal, Chief... Your Majesty."

Hearing this, Lin Ge took the lead in raising his eyebrows in dissatisfaction and pointed at his nose: "Mingming, how do you call someone? In order of status, you have to call me first."

After she said that, she smiled again, her thick hair like a cloud of ink, and her scarlet prosthetic eyes reflected faintly, "But forget it, it's a big holiday, it's boring to follow the rules."

Old Marshal Chen tapped the floor with his cane and said, "The mastermind of the Crystal Cult has been expelled from Star City, and Yuyu and our 30,000 Jinsun soldiers will be stationed there, and he will be brought back for questioning within a few days. Your Excellency, in terms of merit and reward, when do you want to lead the army?"

Jiang Jianming put the pile of sundries on the table at will, and shook his head: "Let's talk about it, Major General Xie's life and death are uncertain, I am now joining the Golden Sun Wheel, and I feel sorry for it."

The leader spoke in her inorganic electronic voice: "Don't worry, the crystal nest is very far from Alpha Alien, so why wait for more than a month."

"We were curious about another thing just now," she continued, "members of the Crystal Cult, why don't they crystallize?"

"Oh," Jiang Jianming raised his black eyes, he thought for a moment, and quickly replied seriously, "...That's right, Chief, I have a possibility that sounds absurd in my heart: these people are chronically disordered. patient."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Jianming had a hair on his back, because the eyes of the three people in the office were all fixed on him.

But he didn't have time to react, and in the next second, the three people quickly turned their eyes away in tacit understanding.

Jiang Jianming: "..."

His Majesty the Emperor put the melon seeds down, she clenched her fists in front of her red lips, cleared her throat with force, leaned forward and said, "Really, if you suffer from chronic crystal disorder, you won't suffer from acute crystal disorder again, it makes sense and smart. ."

Leader: "It's true, in patients with chronic crystal disorder, crystal particles in the body are already in a state of chaos and disorder, and chronic to acute is much more difficult than acute attack itself."

Old Marshal Chen immediately sighed: "Ah, it seems that those guys from the Crystal Cult are really a group of paranoid desperados."

Jiang Jianming: "..."

After realizing it, he began to suspect one thing: Could it be that these three people colluded to perform cross talk for himself here?

The emperor spoke again: "Boss, what is the highest survival record for chronic crystal disorder patients?"

Leader: "It's twelve years and four months, Your Majesty."

Old Marshal Chen added: "The patient was of the crystalline race and was born in a wealthy family. After he fell ill, he was properly protected in a deep house. He stayed in bed every day except for infusions and medicines, and even had special nutrition for his meals. The teacher will make it."

The emperor smiled: "Oh, what about the crystalless race?"

Jiang Jianming lowered his head and heard this, the corner of his mouth finally twitched uncontrollably, and then took a deep breath.

"……His Majesty."

"leader."

"Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief."

This time the order was correct, the black-haired young man raised his pale face, with only a touch of helplessness and melancholy on his face.

He put his index finger on the corner of his lips with a wry smile, and whispered, "Why are you doing this? For the sake of this military exploit, let me have a good year."

The needle drop can be heard instantly in the office.

No one laughed anymore.

It is better to say that those smiles are paper that can be broken with a poke, and the dead silence at the moment is the naked reality behind them.

At this time, in the square outside the street, someone set off firecrackers to celebrate the New Year.

A burst of cheers and laughter ensued, fading mistily over the freshly wiped glass window.

Through the window, you can see a flock of birds flying in the sky in the distance.

It was the sky that had just been ravaged by gunpowder smoke in the early morning, but now it can carry the laughing crowd and the distant birds.

There are so many unstoppable realities in the world.

Jiang Jianming thought so again.

... But his strength is so weak that it would be exhausting to fight against one of them.

Jiang Jianming sighed secretly, he calmly picked up a few bags full of New Year's goods, turned around, and tried to push the door with difficulty.

Since one day is still alive, this road must go forward. He will use that weak force to push open the closed doors along the way, until he meets his end.

Some of them will be light and thin, some will be heavy, some can be pushed open, and some cannot be pushed open. But if he doesn't reach out, he has nothing.

squeak...

Jiang Jianming blinked unexpectedly, and before he exerted any force, the door opened.

Behind the door, Garcia stood there.

Jiang Jianming's mind suddenly went blank.

In fact, until many, many years later, he could not describe Garcia's expression in words at this moment.

If he had to say it, in the depths of those emerald eyes, he saw the light dissipate, and everything collapsed, the sun and the moon eclipsed, like the end of the world.

But it is very strange that Jiang Jianming can clearly remember the first thought that came to his mind.

It's not "he heard it all" or "he finally knows" or "I'm finished".

Instead, he was really just a kid.

Because only naive children can see a mere person as their own world.

It was clearly just an insignificant person.

Just a Jiang Jianming.

In the dead silence, Jiang Jianming reached into the shopping bag he was carrying.

"Look, I bought apples," he said flatly to Garcia.

"Go back and eat again, I'll cook at night."