Letter to Mr. X

New Ephemeris Year 16, October [-]th, night

I went to the First Military Academy today, the purpose is clear to you, I have to see which little tender grass my old cow likes.

It's not an accident, I also know this little tender grass, it's the little brat of the Gu family that I told you about.

How should I put it, this is probably the aesthetic vision inherited in the genes?

After reading it, I was relieved a lot. The child of the Gu family didn't look like he would be bullied, which relieved me a lot of guilt.

The way these two get along is also very interesting, not like lovers, nor like instructors and military students, of course, not like superiors and subordinates, it is a unique atmosphere.

Seems to be, evenly matched?

It's not accurate to say that. At any rate, Adonis has honed himself on the battlefield for more than ten years. The youngest general in the alliance is no joke. No matter how good the Gu family's little guy is, he is far from being "equally matched".

If you have to use a metaphor, it’s like a male lion and a cub. Even if the cub has not yet grown up, it is still a lion in essence, the overlord of beasts—even if he looks more like a little paw flapping now. cat.

Comparing it like this, it seems that Adonis is even more beastly...

Forget it, I may not be able to pass this hurdle, let me talk about what I have seen and heard today.

Today is the last day of military training. After a series of ceremonies, it is time for free activities.

After one month of training and nearly half a month of assessment, after successfully completing the assessment and returning to school, according to the tradition of the First Military Academy, on this day, the grievances between the instructors and the students were resolved, and There is no more profound truth than fists, and there is the Jianghu rules of the First Military Academy-commonly known as group fights.

I was lucky enough to watch the scene of Adonis being besieged today.

Logically speaking, the group of brats together are not the opponents of Adonis, but one is that he intentionally let the water go, and the other is that the Gu family has so many tricks that they were actually made into a somewhat miserable state.

The Gu family boy smiled very happily. I caught a glimpse of Adonis inadvertently, and he smiled too. That was the love and happiness that I, as a father, could not give him.

I was suddenly completely relieved.

Maybe it's really because I'm getting older, I like to recall some of the past, even if it's the so-called past, I just remembered it not long ago.

Looking at it, I suddenly remembered the time when we first met. At that time, you were also an instructor of the First Military Academy. The legendary "civilian general star" was really out of place and dazzling in the old federal military headquarters where "nobles" gathered at that time. .

You know me, especially when I was young, I always thought I was smart and did stupid things that didn't make any sense, and I called it youthful and frivolous—so naturally I want to provoke you.

In the end, you probably guessed it too. Of course, I was beaten a bit badly. I still remember your indifferent and ruthless face, which looked like you were looking at some dandy young master. It was still very handsome. Of course, I didn't think so at the time.

It's always a good habit to hold grudges, especially when you can't avenge yourself on the spot by force.

Then I sometimes think, when did I first fall in love with you?

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn’t find an accurate answer. I only thought that the relationship is an accumulation, and the longer it gets more mellow, I turned to think about the node of the qualitative change. I even think that your hard-faced public face of the standard mecha is very handsome and unique.

Thinking about it carefully, I suddenly felt that there was no qualitative change, maybe it happened a long time ago, and it was just a glimpse of something inexplicable.

It was an afternoon when I calculated you. I calculated you so many times, with both successes and failures. Only that time left the deepest impression.At that time, our relationship had actually eased a lot. Maybe you finally discovered my excellence?In short, this is the last time I secretly plot against you.

The sunshine of that year shines on your curly eyelashes through the shady sycamore branches and leaves, and you are accidentally dazzled, and you step on the hell difficulty simulation training switch I arranged.

Obviously it was the angle I calculated, the sunlight, the time, everything was just right, you stepped in, and now you think about it, but you find that I can't extricate myself.

Suddenly, I felt a little regretful about my graduation ceremony that ended without a problem.

What would it be like between us if there was no massacre on Imperial Capital, and no mutated protrusion of β423?

We will have a ceremony, I stand on the high platform, take my first honor, you hold the trophy for me with your own hands, and give each other a hug with each other carefully and thoughtfully, and then secretly rejoice for the whole day, even a month.

Then we will still love each other - I firmly believe this, as long as we meet by fate - but there will be a lot less helplessness and less fear of life and death.

Maybe there will be quarrels, about everyday trivial matters, my young master's temper or your unreasonableness, and then kiss and hug, make up again, and you say "I'm sorry, honey."

In the end, we will have a grand wedding, which may be obstructed by various forces, openly or secretly. Like my parents' marriage, there may be various rumors and gossips outside, but we will receive the most sincere blessings from the family, and then let the whole world We all know that you are mine and I am yours.

In the end, spend a short few hundred years together, and then grow old, talk to each other for the final aging period of life, and then hold hands, close your eyes together, and be buried together.

This is probably the best life I can think of.

It shouldn't be like this...

The memory is pieced together, and I can't even remember the name. Others dare not mention you, and try their best to blur your existence, for fear of touching any nerve in me. As soon as they see that I have signs of recovering memory, they are like enemies. I don't know how many emergency meetings have been held.

I know all about it.

I also know that the dead cannot be remembered, there are not so many ifs in the world, and all of this is nothing but mediocrity.

But I am a mediocre person, after all, I want to have power that is hard to beat...

I miss you very much, my dear Mr. X, very much.

Still looking forward to your reply, Yan.

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