Luo Binhan always knew where Yaleriga's room was, but he had never really seen the full view inside. He often subconsciously imagines it as a space with excessive pink decoration, just like he thinks that Jing Huang's room must have a rockery and flowing water.
However, just as there was almost nothing in Jing Huang's room, Yaleriga's room was not in line with Luo Binhan's imagination. It is about the same size as Jing Huang or Luo Binhan, and is basically composed of some cabinets built into the wall, a soft chair, a huge blanket, and a rattan-shaped floor lamp. Other decorations included a few cute dolls whose species Luo Binhan couldn't identify, two or three pots of artificially cultivated plants on the ship, and a few gems coiled with wires. The colored gems looked valuable, but they were randomly abandoned in every corner, with no clear purpose.
Yaleriga was reading on the blanket in the center of the room. She was lying lazily on her chest, with the soft white blanket clinging to her chest. Her calves were raised toward the ceiling. The brown and black fur below her knees was unusually docile, and the tips of her hooves were shining with wet water. Luo Binhan guessed that the captain had just taken a shower after a patrol.
After getting permission, he took off his shoes and carefully stepped on the huge blanket made by an unknown species. He walked around to sit in front of Yareliga, keeping a safe distance from her. At this time, he felt the warm yellow light from the vine lantern above his head, just like basking in the sun in the wild on an early autumn afternoon.
It was indeed very comfortable, so Luo Binhan was not overly surprised by Yaleriga's casual expression that seemed to be awake but not awake. He placed the puppet tumbler on the blanket, and it continued to swing freely, seemingly unaffected by the material of the contact surface.
Yaleriga put her chin on the back of her hand and squinted at the roly-poly for a while. She undoubtedly knew where this thing came from, but she didn't show any more interest. She just lightly poked the roly-poly in the face with the tip of her tail.
"What does the young master think of his father?" Luo Binhan said.
Yaleriga raised her chin to look at his expression.
"You all attach great importance to kinship," she commented.
Luo Binhan wanted to explain this matter carefully. His situation was obviously very different from Jing Huang's, and it was difficult for him to decide what standard he should use to judge. He wanted to say that Yaleriga also cared about kinship, but then he realized that this idea might be wrong. At least he knew that Yaleriga liked children, but what did she think of her parents? Luo Binhan intuitively thought that she really didn't care much about this matter. Maybe the moral ethics of the evangelical people are like this: children are the continuation of life, and parents are outdated learning materials from the previous edition.
"It doesn't matter who gave you life." Yaleriga said, "You are not a human being. They are not your gods, monarchs or beliefs, and they do not determine your destiny. You are the product of an accident, no. assume no responsibility for their fate."
"This sounds really fucking weird." Luo Binhan said, "Humans are born from human beings, and monsters are born from monsters. Isn't this considered destiny?"
"That just makes you more similar."
Luo Binhan's face twitched slightly.
He knew this wasn't the first time, and he felt smoldering emotions boiling in his stomach as he understood for the first time that some kind of repetition was playing out within him. The poisonous soup was mixed with hatred, contempt, guilt, despair... and even admiration and hope. The feeling of swallowing it was so weird that he still didn't know if he really felt pain. When Yaleriga brought up this topic again, he realized more strongly than before how much he hated the originator of his life. He shouldn't do this, and he doesn't want to do this. If he can't make this emotion disappear in the end, he will have to hate himself consistently - but will Jing Huang feel similar to him?
"Is it a matter of time?" he asked Yaleriga. "If you live long enough, these feelings will go away?"
"It depends on how quickly you forget." Yaleriga said, "If you are not good at forgetting, then everything in the past will seem like it happened yesterday, and it will always follow you like a shadow. Do you really want it to go away? , then you can’t just wait. You have to cross it yourself.”
"I think this is not bad, but my memory is not good anyway."
Yaleriga did not frown. She continued to lie on her arms, looking at him with alien eyes and said, "What if it catches up with you at the last moment of your life?"
Luo Binhan twisted his neck. He no longer controlled himself to put on a funny or bored expression, but stared at his palm prints indifferently.
That's not a particularly important thing, but both of his hands are "cut palms". One is the fusion of the "emotional line" and the "career line"; the other is cut off by the "wisdom line". From the time he was young, his family announced that he would be as decisive, tough and resourceful as his father in the future, and would eventually accomplish great things. And once they learned that it was inherited from the maternal line, this palm print became the basis for proving that his mother's marriage was destined to fail. They acted as if some kind of destiny - whatever luck or destiny it was - had governed the entire process leading up to his birth and his messy childhood, and had nothing to do with man-made betrayals, desires and selfishness. Connected.
Fate - he chewed this word in his closed mouth, unable to help but feel strong contempt and ridicule in his heart. Then he put away his fingers and squeezed his palms tightly as if he wanted to cut off the two palm lines. When he looked at Yaleriga with such a mocking attitude, the captain's narrowed eyes opened slightly.
Her golden-brown irises reflected glowing vine flowers. It was just the reflection of the light, but Luo Binhan felt as if he had been hit by hypnotic magic and was dazzled. He had known Yaleriga for so long that he had almost forgotten her dangerous and wild charm.
"You are not like the Captain," she whispered hoarsely, "you can grow up and become a different man. You will outlive the man you hate and see his kingdom turn to dust. You once thought he was invincible. , but one day he will become decayed and powerless in front of your eyes, and then you have to step over and ignore his ending. That is the only way a son can take revenge on his father."
Luo Binhan's heartbeat began to accelerate. He suddenly realized how close he and Yaleriga were sitting. Moreover, Yaleriga was still lying on the blanket, which made him look at her from a downward angle as if for the first time in his life. Her throat was slightly raised due to the tilt of her head, and the curve of her back that narrowed from the back of her arms was as powerful as some dormant beast. That made his blood boil, eager to fight back and suppress her, making her stop those confusing words.
He pressed his neck down a little, closer to those bright, cold eyes. For the first time, he saw surprise in those eyes, and felt some dark pride about it.
"You hate him." Yaleriga said, her breath almost hitting Luo Binhan's face, "and then you want to be someone different from him."
"Can I?" Luo Binhan replied. Half of his mind began to want to stand up and slam the door immediately, but the other half screamed manically and wanted to be ripped out from under the skin.
They stood face to face for a few seconds, then blinked at the same time.
That might just be a second. But when Luo Binhan opened his eyes again, what he saw was no longer the golden-brown magic eyes, but a sad black face.
The puppet roly-poly slipped among them in the blink of an eye. It happened to be blocked in front of Yaleriga's face, and the face outlined with silver pen was facing Luo Binhan, her eyes swaying as she stared at him blankly.
Luo Binhan breathed out quickly, then fell back suddenly and moved two or three meters away. He stared at Yaleriga like a monster, slowly stood up, and looked down at him. She was always the tallest one on the ship.
She flicked the roly-poly with the tip of her hoof. "It likes you quite a bit," she said.
"Thank you." Luo Binhan said angrily. By now he had completely realized what had just happened. He grabbed the roly-poly and rescued it from Yaleriga's hooves. Throughout the whole process, Yaleriga was unapologetic and just fiddled with the metal chain on her corner so calmly. Luo Binhan was furious, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he held the tumbler tightly to prevent it from running around when no one was paying attention.
He took a breath and tried to put everything that had just happened behind him and not regurgitate any meaning in it.
"I came to talk to you about Brother Mo." He said in a tight voice.
Yaleriga waited for his words without comment. She didn't seem to want to dwell on what happened just now, so Luo Binhan tried his best not to fall behind. He spoke under his breath about Upsilon's message and pointed out that it was no coincidence that the message appeared on the vending machine.
"He used that machine," Yaleriga said. "He had been in the war here, and maybe he knew how to make better use of it."
"We need to know what he changed. And who the enemy in his message was."
"We have no way of knowing," Yaleriga said.
That's an obvious mistake. Luo Binhan retorted to her out of the blue. "We have," he said, "that star. Wherever it shines. It has seen Upsilon, and it has seen the man he is chasing."
Yaleriga has no comments. But Luo Binhan's thoughts became extremely clear in his anger, and he said in a tough tone: "I want to touch the star again."
