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date="2021-11-08"

title="Chapter 52"

weight="146013"

series = ["My Partner was Assigned to me by the Country"]

mode = "manual"

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In the afternoon, the sun was beautiful, shining through the translucent glass into the house. It was not so hot that it was unacceptable. The light fell gently and softly on the palm, just like the sweet orange juice in the cup, with a sense of life jumping. Ryan, Connor, and Fan Yanting were sitting around the small white round table by the window. Fan Yanting nervously stared at the big green radish on the window sill. The hanging vines were covered with thick green leaves. The sunlight moves smoothly on the leaves, as if reflecting the vitality of life.

"Fan Luanting, where are you from the Stormwind Star Territory, are you far away?" Always look for some topics, otherwise the three people were relatively speechless and sat in vain for a peaceful and comfortable afternoon, and Ryan asked about Fan Luanting's hometown. , When he knew that Fan Tuan Ting was the Storm Star Territory, he still thought it was a coincidence that everyone was a fellow when he went out.

"My home is Belland."

Bellander is a secondary planet northeast of Newingtons, the first star of the Storm Star Region, and it is exactly a week away from Newnes. The weather in the storm star field is generally cold. For example, there are not many distinct seasons in the whole planet like e69. Belland is not one of them. It is a relatively cold existence. According to Ryan's understanding, the ice sculpture exhibition over there is very famous, and it has appeared in several empires. Well-known sculptor.

Fan Tuanting's rare reticence, it was almost Ryan who asked, and he answered. The dry conversation lasted for ten minutes. Ryan took a sip of the orange juice, and his mouth was dry. "If you don’t stay home with your parents on vacation, don’t they have any opinions?"

"My brother has a child. It's too late for them to take care of me. They can't take care of me for the time being." Before he could finish complaining, Fan Yanting suddenly stopped, closing his mouth and looking at Ryan, he was about to be unable to sustain it. Set up by a calm and steady person who has worked hard by himself. Seeing that both Ryan and Connor were looking at themselves, as if waiting for the following, Fan Yanting's mouth was bitter, and he forced himself to say "I'm 28 years old. My parents think I'm getting married and don't want to be genetically adapted." If you just marry someone you don’t know, find someone you like as soon as possible."

Connor nodded, "There are too many restrictions on the fit marriage, which guarantees eugenics and post-natal care, but treats the freed people as the empire's fertility machine. We are humans and not livestock, and we bred randomly." He tapped Ryan with his chin, "Not everybody Everyone is as lucky as this guy."

Most of the genetic adaptations are made casually, just like the blind date that was married for the sake of marriage in the ancient earth period, but it was just something to do when the time came.

The people in the Lane family are very good, and the aunt married her uncle through adaptation, and lives happily. Ryan has found Alston and has a happy life. Connor didn't think his luck was so good that his mother didn't find a good person.

"It's very important to find a favorite before genetic adaptation. Don't waste the opportunity." Connor said sincerely.

Fan Tuanting nodded earnestly, "Well, the great god is right."

"Don't call me a great god." Connor chuckled, "That's everyone's absurd praise, just call me Connor."

Fan Luanting blushed a little, and quickly lowered his head to cover up his emotions, "Yes." He suddenly thought of something, and lifted the suitcase by his feet and put it on his lap. The solemn and solemn appearance almost made Connor feel the illusion. I thought it was a door-to-door salesman who was about to take the company's product out of his suitcase. Fan Tuanting opened the box, took out a book from it, and pushed it in front of Connor, "I like this book very much. Can you sign me?"

The name of the book is Bird of Paradise, the pages are slightly scrolled, and the cover is old but well preserved. Obviously it is often read and cherished by readers. Ryan knew that this was the beginning of his cousin Connor’s fame. It was about two young people looking for love, and they reached the age of adaptation by accident. The first time they met at the adaptation center was not the beginning of love. It's bitter.

The genes are not suitable for the people they like, they are doomed to miss.

In each other's ordinary or unfortunate marriage, they took a brave step, began secretly dating, making love, and finally eloped to a distant place.

When the police appeared at the door of e69, Ryan realized that his cousin was so bold that he published such a novel openly challenged genetic adaptation.

Connor was only taken away for questioning. He didn't suffer any pain, and he was not forbidden to continue writing novels, but he could not continue to publish novels that provoked the contemporary system. Nevertheless, Bird of Paradise has made his cousin famous and has more and more fans.

"It turned out to be this book." Connor touched the frosted cover, his expression moved slightly, and he said quietly like a memory, "It's hard to get it now in bookstores or on the Internet."

"I started early." Fan Tuanting saw it in the old book stand. Since then, he has fallen in love with Connor's words and has become a loyal fan through and through.

Connor picked up the pen, opened the cover and prepared to sign on the title page, and asked before writing, "What do you want to write?"

"Just write, to the best fans, Fan Lanting." He wanted something more excessive, such as dear, favorite even if it is cute, and finally for the purpose of setting up people, he can only reluctantly cut love, and chose the best tt .

Ryan watched the interaction between Connor and Fan Yanting, and felt that sitting here was superfluous. He thought that upstairs just sent tea and water, it was too monotonous to entertain the guests, or he would send some fruit juice to match with the slightly burnt and bitter almond finger biscuits made by his mother, a good afternoon tea.

Just do it, Ryan got up and went to the kitchen, and drove another big orange. His departure did not attract the attention of Connor and Fan Tuanting. They had already begun to discuss the plot of the novel, which was a space of its own.

The oranges are opened, stirred into juice, and poured into a glass with crushed ice. On the side of the glass is a small basket with a bamboo plaque. In the basket are small and cute finger biscuits. The surface of the caramel-colored biscuits is dotted with almond slices.

In the study room upstairs, Alston and Admiral Tolkien were not getting along well. After all, they were old acquaintances of Alston's father for many years. Admiral Tolkien looked at Alston like his own child. His gaze swept across Auston’s fingers, and a simple ring on his finger attracted his gaze, "This is the ring made of mithril." Mithril will look different only in the sun. Sunshine looks like an inconspicuous piece of metal.

Allston said, "No, this ring is some years old."

Tolkien suddenly realized, "He gave it to you, so you have to get a piece of mithril for him to make a ring. I know that you are married, and I am still a little worried. Now that I see you are doing well, I am relieved." According to Austria Ston’s character, if the marriage is unfortunate, he will not bother those thoughts.

Allston said, "Thank you for your uncle's concern. He is very good. I am very lucky to be with him."

Tolkien shook his head with a laugh, "You, as always, still don’t know how to express feelings. Your wounds." Mentioning this topic made his heart sink. During the military exercise at Alpha Base, Alston was killed. The man was injured in a sneak attack, and the wound was on his waist. Others didn't know that it was just a small wound, but he later learned that the dagger contained the toxin of the Zerg mother. In response to the ever-changing toxins of the Zerg, the Empire currently only has ordinary inhibitors, but no antidote. After being injured, it will either die immediately or endure death.

Seeing Auston's complexion, ruddy and shiny, Tolkien hissed in his heart, and said with a little bit of joy in incredible, "Your injury is healed."

With the care of the elders, Alston tried his best to make himself softer, and he had the experience of getting along with Ryan's family as a base, and he performed well. Nodding lightly, Alston said, "Thanks to Ryan, I found the anti-poisoning enzyme synthesis potion, my injury has healed."

Hearing this, Admiral Tolkien, who was sitting across from Alston, grabbed the armrest of the armchair and was so excited that he wanted to get up. His breathing was slightly disturbed and he recovered his calm. "Good, good, great, as long as you Okay, I can rest assured." He and Auston's father were soldiers of the same year, and they had a fateful friendship. After the death of his old friend, he consciously assumed the responsibility of looking after the younger generation. It was only because of his personality that he could not get along with him. Ston really got warm. He watched Aston gritted his teeth with his immature shoulders and walked step by step to where he is now, building a brave armor with indifference. He was heartbroken so he was full of helplessness and pride, but he also had deep self-blame. , He failed the trust of his old friends and failed to fulfill the responsibilities of an elder.

"Uncle don't worry, everything is fine for me." Alston pursed his lips. After a short silence, he said, "Uncle, please keep this matter secret."

"I understand." Tolkien returned to normal. He twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a slightly ferocious smile, fading the appearance of gentleness. This is what an admiral garrisoned in the frontier originally looked like. "The soldier who attacked you committed suicide and the person behind the prison thought it was safe, too naive. Cry. They want the power to shuffle the cards, and it’s not them who decides who will die in the end."

Auston's eyes were cold, and soon he was leaving the warm and peaceful planting star to return to the intriguing capital. He wanted to clean up the guys in the family who colluded with outsiders. Only with a stable rear can we be able to unify the outside world.

Tuk tuk

The door was knocked twice, and Ryan's voice came from outside the door, "I'm bringing afternoon tea."

Hearing a familiar voice, Auston's indifference suddenly disappeared. He couldn't help standing up and welcoming the door, "Ryan, come in." He had to walk to the door and personally help the outside. The man opened the door.

Ryan turned the doorknob open and saw Auston, who was slightly surprised and smiled with joy, "Juice, finger biscuits, make some fillings."

"Yeah." Alston didn't know how beautiful the smile on his face was.

Tolkien watched the interaction between the two people in his eyes, and he looked at Ryan's gaze less picky. He glanced over Ryan's hand and saw a ring as expected. It is really good to look at this young man after letting go of his prejudices. Both his looks and temperament make people feel comfortable. The layman looks at the appearance, the insider looks at the doorway, Ryan walks calmly, his breathing is always at a frequency, his eyes are firm and calm, and in short, he is a master.

Did not let Ryan leave, after letting him sit down, Tolkien wanted to try Ryan’s inner life, how to talk, how to teach, how to learn, drink a sip of orange juice to brew the beginning, originally it was Admiral Tolkien who gave a sip of face to drink again I took a sip at a time, my eyes moved slightly, and I took it back when I looked at it, and replaced it with my love of juice. "It feels like the smell of sunshine. After tasting it, you can feel a sense of pleasure. It is very suitable for soldiers stationed in the frontier. Can't sell. Sell"

Tolkien’s expression Ryan was too familiar, and it was easy to see the pickiness and scrutiny from his gentle appearance. Ryan almost asked if the other party’s idol was Qin Feng Anderson, or why some stinky problems had been done. Responding to Ryan felt that a cliff suddenly appeared on the road he was rushing, and he slammed the brakes and followed the other side’s thoughts. “There are a total of 226 orange trees in the orchard, and the fruit of 20 trees has been sold. It’s ready to be given to the Golden Crusade. You’ll taste it, Admiral, and buy it if you don’t look at the growing environment and conditions of this fruit."

If Ryan didn't want to sell, he wouldn't say in detail how many trees there were, and he still had a little thought about it.

"Don't be so dismissive, you are married to Alston, just call my uncle like him. You mean, 206 trees will be given to the Golden Crusade." Tolkien shook his head disapprovingly, "I give it to my uncle. , At least half of it."

He did not take care of the Ryan family’s business in the face of Auston, but from the perspective of his own interests. Soldiers, especially those who wander outside military bases and stationed on the border of the empire, open their eyes every day. The walls and the boring life of the garrison are very stressful. As a corps commander, he tries to improve the lives of the soldiers. While caring about the material life, he also pays attention to the spiritual world of the soldiers. Emperor Anderson said that "the physical and mental health of soldiers is related to the combat capability and stability of a country", so logistics procurement is definitely not a trivial matter.

Vitamin supplements, single nutrients, micro-element supplement tablets, etc. are sufficient, but it will only make life more depressing. Fresh fruits suddenly appeared in the monotonous life. It felt like seeing the sun suddenly for more than half a month on a rainy day, and the joy that emerged from the bottom of my heart was more brilliant.

What's more, Tolkien shook the cup. This orange was probably full of rain, dew and sunlight during the growth process. Whether it was the bright color or the mellow and sweet taste, it was full of vitality.

Alston, who was in the same position as Admiral Tolkien, understood his thoughts, and nodded to Ryan, then said, "Uncle Buck, we can't take charge of the oranges. You have to discuss with Dad."

Hearing Orston calling his father, Tolkien was in a trance for a moment, as if that person was still there, and then he laughed helplessly. How many years have passed, why he hasn't accepted the reality yet. "Okay, talk to Mr. Smith now"

"I'll call Dad." Ryan was still uncomfortable, so he started talking about business. It was like preparing to play the whole game, but the opponent suddenly surrendered. He felt a little stunned.

While waiting for his father to come, Admiral Tolkien talked to Ryan, Ryan picked up the preparations for the battle again, and there was a sense of excitement that really came, full of energy, not for victory, he just for affirmation, get The affirmation of Alston's elders. Admiral Tolkien has read many books, not to mention the entire book, he can also be said to be rich in knowledge. When talking with Ryan, he actually felt like a match for his opponent. No matter what the topic is, the opponent can follow the trend, and it is not Speaking of fur, it is a somewhat in-depth discussion. Admiral Tolkien rarely had the feeling that he couldn't stop chatting. It was incredible that the other party's thoughts could resonate with his own.

The conversation that lasted for half an hour was heartily and heartily, making Admiral Tolkien feel that he was still in the mood. Seeing Ryan's gaze changed completely, he felt like he had been handed over to him.

Ryan affirmed his guess in his heart. Admiral Tolkien is an admirer of Qin Feng Anderson, which is different from Alston’s admiration of Qin Feng’s youth life. The former regards Qin Feng as a spiritual mentor, behavior benchmark, and life. lighthouse.

Seeing Admiral Tolkien looking at him with scorching eyes, Ryan was slightly embarrassed. He used a "cheat device" and was about to get a middle-aged friend.

After listening to the conversation between Ryan and Admiral Tolkien, Auston actually had a speculative feeling of watching high-ranking players. He looked at Ryan with a little thought, but he was more proud than he had achieved. Happy

The study door was knocked again, and this time it was Old Smith, Lane's father. Dad was very happy to see Admiral Tolkien, but he didn't show the helplessness and excitement of ordinary citizens seeing the Admiral of the Empire. It was probably because Alston had done the same. Anyway, Admiral Tolkien was quite frustrated and frustrated. After that, there was joy in my heart, and I liked the feeling of not treating myself as a general but as an ordinary person.

Tolkien and his father initially discussed the purchase intention. He was not alone in making such a large order, and the Legion of Glory was not his own. Ask Mr. Smith to write a detailed introduction to the Big Orange, send it to him and then hand it over to the Legion Purchasing Department. He will also bring a few samples with him when he leaves.

"Big oranges are very good, it is very promising, this list of business will definitely be successful." Admiral Tolkien said. "Please be sure to nurture them well, it would be better to expand the planting area."

Dad smiled and nodded. Nowadays he attaches great importance to big oranges, but he will never decide to expand the area in a hurry because of a few words. As a farmer with thousands of employees, he can make his business bigger and bigger. Fortunately, not only relying on honesty and genuine value, but also cautious, bold choices and keen market vision.

Looking at the children of a family can see the upbringing and background of the family. Tolkien felt with emotion that Mr. Smith was definitely not a simple farmer for being able to cultivate such an excellent son as Ryan.

What's more, this son is so good at playing mahjong

Admiral Tolkien, who was numb, looked more satisfied with Ryan, and sincerely felt that his old friend could be at ease in another world, and Allston found a great partner.

"bump."

"eat."

"Kong."

"Hu"

Tolkien hadn't found an opponent on the hemp altar for a long time, and now he encountered a well-matched Ryan, a heart blazing for the hemp god, and the cards he played were all with the intent to kill the Guojue.

After dinner for entertainment and leisure sports, I invited Mahjong brother out today. Usually, Ryan's family doesn't play every day, and I will get together to touch a few when I am interested.

Tolkien is a well-known mahjong enthusiast in the country, who can sum up military theories from mahjong. Since the interstellar age, he has been except Emperor Qin Feng Anderson. Tolkien was different from the emperor. The emperor was a hobby in his spare time. He often condemned himself for playing mahjong and wasted a day in his diary. Tolkien used mahjong as a sand table exercise and summed up the ever-changing marching rules. , The book produced by this is more than the number of times other people touch mahjong. Tolkien has a group of fans. It is not so much his supporter that he is the emperor. They all think that the emperor's indulge in playing mahjong has realized the true meaning of life from it, otherwise why the emperor can be so good.

Ryan just wants to tell everyone that you want more of Qin Feng Anderson's excellence, just because I have a good talent and I don't forget to work hard.

After playing mahjong for more than forty minutes, Ryan and Tolkien had similar wins and losses, and both had a feeling of finally having a good time. And the people who accompany them to rub the numb are doubting life, dizzy, and can't believe that they have been playing with them for so long.

It turns out that Ryan has been hiding his strength, and playing with them is really simple.

From the poker table, Tolkien saw that Ryan’s eyes were completely different, and he even became a brother with him, but Alston became a person to accompany him on the side.

"Young people are amazing. Ryan is amazing. Keep it up. You must keep it up. Don't lose your hand." Tolkien said mysteriously. I think that the emperor didn't die because of the self-detonation, he just left our space after thoroughly comprehending."

Ryan ""No, no, no, he loves the world.

Tolkien pressed Ryan's shoulder, "I can rest assured that you will be happy when Alston is with you."

Ryan doesn't know how to speak anymore, ""Knowing that playing mahjong can solve the difficult Tolkien, what brain cells have just been spent on quoting scriptures and talking about ancient and modern with him, it is him who really feels frustrated.

"The rest of the world is yours," Tolkien sighed lingeringly, "I really thought about this kind of farming and grazing. Whenever I want to play mahjong, I can play mahjong."

Sitting in the living room, Tolkien looked at this not luxurious and elegant, but very warm room, and really felt that his heart was quiet and peaceful. No wonder he was able to cultivate Ryan's gentle and gentle temperament. Tolkien knew about his family affairs, his gentleness was nothing more than the hard work of the day after tomorrow, unlike Ryan's gentleness from the inside to the outside, from body to heart, gentleness and calmness have become part of him, completely natural. Alston, who has a weak temperament and a cold personality, should be accompanied by such a person by his side.

"Uncle Buck can stay a few more days." Alston suggested.

Tolkien shook his head, "No, I won’t be on vacation. I will have a cruise mission in two months, and I will have a good rest when the cruise is over. This time the National Day parade will be held by the parliament. Can't participate, Auston, please pay attention."

Allston nodded, "Uncle rest assured, I am not alone."

"Yes, there are many people in the military on the same front as you."

Alston didn't explain, he had Ryan now, he was not alone. Taking the initiative to hold Ryan's hand, with this person by his side, he is no longer alone.

Admiral Tolkien left the next day. On the third day after he left, the deputy minister of the Logistics Purchasing Department of the Glory Army brought people to the field to inspect the growing environment of the big oranges. They bluntly said that they were right after returning. The big oranges were tested and the various values ​​presented were very good. And as Admiral Tolkien said, drinking orange juice can feel the sunshine and vitality, and soothe the gloom and irritability in the heart. It is a very good fruit and worthy of promotion.

Their arrival brought millions of munitions orders to Planting Xing. As a result, Dad Qin Yi had expected that the oranges from this garden were sold and planting Xing’s profit for one year came.

The logistics purchasing staff of the Golden Crusade will come in two days, because the products are excellent, and the business will definitely be negotiated.

Everyone said that Alston was the lucky star of e69, and he was a little embarrassed to praise Alston.

That evening, the evening outside the house was a rare cloudy day.

Lean, who was leaning on the balcony, said, "The weather will be like this for the next three or four days. When the rainy days pass, the temperature will rise, and you will feel the heat of early summer at once."

"I thought it was like spring all year round."

"In fact, it's about the same, it's five or six degrees higher than it is now. The temperature in late spring and early summer is also quite comfortable."

Alston put his arms on the balcony handrails and looked into the distance. The wind was a little rushing in the rainy day, and the leaves of palm trees and coconut trees on the coast of Love were whirring. The waves were undulating and beating the shore, and it was no longer possible to find traces of small creatures on the beach. There were birds flying against the wind in the sky, and the strenuous quack reached the ground and became fragmented. He squeezed the broken hair that was brought up by the wind on his forehead, and looked at the world in the dim sky being stirred by the wind, but his heart was very calm. When was the last time when the weather changed, his eyes were blank for a moment, and he looked so calmly. It was probably when was young. Looking at the weather later, it is all needed for work and training.

The warm body hugged him from behind, his back pressed against his broad and warm chest, Alston allowed himself to be held.

For a time, neither of them spoke.

The wind brought the voice on the second floor, and it was Fan Yanting and Connor talking.

Fan Ganting has been here for several days, and the calm and introverted character set finally breaks his skills. It is already the limit to be able to resist talking for three days.

"I pretend to be myself, not trying to deceive you." Fan Yanting's voice sounded a little annoyed and sad. When the idol found out that he was deceiving, he was at a loss and flustered, and just wanted to say sorry to Connor.

Connor said, "You should be yourself, your own character is very good."

"Really" was praised by the idol, Fan Yanting's eyes must be bright and shiny, he asked, "Are you not angry"

"Haha, what's so angry about me? I found out the first day you came."

Fan Tuanting was surprised. As an excellent scout, he was so easily seen through the disguise by Connor.

Connor forced a smile and said, "The sound insulation of the bathroom on the first floor is not very good."

Fan Lanting ""I really want to die, I really want to hit the wall. Isn't he screaming loudly and not heard by Connor?

Connor "do not need to hide himself, calm and restrained, down-to-earth and steady. Although he is a good man, he doesn't match you very well."

Fan Tuanting said, "I remember you said in an interview with the newsletter that you appreciate such a character. I, I just want you to look at me more."

Connor smiled and shook his head. He didn't seem to hear Fan Tuanting's meaning, "Who doesn't like and appreciates himself."

Ryan, who was definitely not deliberately overhearing, "" leaned into Alston's ear and whispered, "Connor is starting to be narcissistic."

"He doesn't accept Fan Tuanting's feelings." Allston pointed to the essence of the dialogue.

Connor is a 3-element deficiency patient who has been kicked out of the ranks of genetic adaptation and cannot marry a normal person. Even if he injected a synthetic drug and entered the adaptation process, he couldn't adapt to Fan Yanting. The Empire has strict laws and regulations on the love and marriage of young people who are in the stage of adaptation and young people who have not yet entered this stage. There is not much detailed explanation. After signing, the suitable subjects are sent to the court for approval. Only after the approval is passed can they get married together smoothly.

After all, the law believes that if you enter into a fit, you acquiesce in the existence of a partner, and leaving your existing partner even in the future, marrying someone you don’t know each other, is also cheating and bigamy.

Ryan said, "My cousin looked cheerful, but his inner world was very heavy, and his childhood experience had a deep impact on him." He had always suspected that his cousin had taken the initiative to accept radiation and caused him to suffer from 3-element deficiency. This is his cousin’s secret. He didn't ask, and didn't tell anyone before his cousin took the initiative to reveal it. Sorry, kissed Alston on the back of the neck, and Alston couldn't either.

The dialogue on the second floor continued. Fan Yanting didn’t feel that there was anything wrong with Connor’s words. He nodded vigorously, “You’re right. Your words are full of personality and appeal to me. Sometimes I feel very positive. Inspiring, sometimes I feel a little sad, thinking and wanting to comfort you." He wanted to say hug

"Very few people say that, why do you think so" Connor was astonished. The comments under the article, the editor's comments, and the publicity of major websites were all positive, cheerful and heart-warming as one of the selling points. Rarely no, almost no one has ever said it, and there is sorrow in his words.

Fan Lanting scratched his head in annoyance, "Am I, am I wrong?"

Connor didn't laugh. He looked outside the room, and the patter of rain had fallen. He said, "Who doesn't feel a little sad."