Now that my mother, who is particularly prone to emotional breakdown, already knew about it and didn't react too much, saying goodbye to my father became much easier in my imagination.
After putting away his luggage, Han Qingyu looked at the clock on the wall. There was still some time before lunch. After thinking about it, he decided to go directly to the vegetable field to find him.
Otherwise, you have to wait for dad to come back and say goodbye, which is equivalent to saying goodbye again in front of mom.
Who knows whether Comrade Zhang Jiexia will become weaker, more squeamish and difficult to appease in the presence of Comrade Han Youshan?
The conversation between father and son was better left alone. Han Qingyu made a cup of hot tea from the large porcelain teapot at home, closed the lid, handed it over and went out.
"Just think of it as delivering water to dad, um, just like when I was a kid." He thought.
When he was studying in the past, when Han Qingyu came home from school every weekend, the first thing he did was ask his mother, "Is my dad busy in the fields?" If his mother said she was here, he would make a large vat of hot tea and take it to his father, and then help with some work in the field, or touch some snails and loaches, and wait for the sunset to go home together.
The private land is not far from home, just beside the village. Holding a tea vat, Han Qingyu quickly saw the undulating ridges of the terraced fields and the piles of straw piled up after the autumn harvest in the mountain fields.
Along the way, the villagers passing by carrying hoes and poles greeted each other, as if they all had recent impressions and memories, and said, "Did you bring water to your dad again, Qingzi?"
"Yeah. Uncle, your load is quite heavy. It's great. You have to be careful later. I just came down. There were a few steps on the path that were wet with yellow mud and were very slippery." Han Qingyu responded seriously.
This kind of conversation gave Han Qingyu a magical feeling, as if he had really returned to that time, those peaceful rural years.
He soon saw Han Youshan.
Dad was sitting on a big rock at one end of the field with his back facing away. He held a cigarette in his hand and smoked it slowly. The hoe he put aside was clean on both sides and had not been stained with mud.
He didn't even hear Han Qingyu's approaching footsteps or the sound of dead grass being trampled in autumn.
"Dad." Han Qingyu stood at the side and called out.
Han Youshan turned his head and saw the teapot in his son's hand. Without saying anything, he took it first, lowered his head and blew open the tea leaves, took a sip, then another sip, raised his head and said, "You're leaving, right?"
Han Qingyu was stunned for a moment. It turned out that his father already knew it. How did he know it? There was no time to think about it. No wonder the hoe is still clean... Han Qingyu nodded and sat down and said, "Well, I'll leave early tomorrow morning."
"Have you packed everything?" Han Youshan handed over a cigarette. In his memory, this seemed to be the first time, or at most the second time. Even though he actually knew that several of their group smoked, and his son would occasionally light one. One stick.
Han Qingyu was a little nervous and took it, "Yeah."
"Have you told your mother?" Dad took out a roller lighter, lit it and handed it over.
Han Qingyu carefully lit the cigarette, holding it without daring to actually smoke it, "I told you."
"So, is she okay?"
"It's okay. It's about the same as the previous times. It's not particularly serious."
"Well, that's good." Han Youshan took another puff of cigarette and said, "You didn't tell her everything, did you?"
Han Qingyu: "What?"
"What? You guys didn't win at all this time on Mars. You met something very big and powerful, right? It was so powerful that you and the pink-haired foreigner couldn't even get up, and they were all blown away in just one move. Yes." Han Youshan said suddenly.
How did he know? Han Qingyu was stunned for a moment.
"So, you were actually seriously injured this time, right? Qingzi? You ran back with all your might. You came back to treat your injuries and at the same time take a look at us. Then, you will have to go and fuck that big guy soon."
As Han Youshan spoke, he gradually turned his head to look at the distant peaks.
It turned out that Dad had known about it for a long time. As early as the first day back, during the late dinner, he had completely understood Pegmont's gestures with the spatula and wah-wah.
Then, he neither said anything nor asked, until today.
He gave his son four days of peace and tranquility to complete this farewell that was actually heavy in his heart, allowing his son to coax him flawlessly for four days, especially Zhang Jiexia, until he had to go off to war again.
"So that's it." Han Qingyu suddenly recalled in his mind that in the family photo taken that time, besides them, there were actually two other scenes, showing his father, Han Youshan, with red eyes and trying to smile. He subjectively ignored those two details at the time. , I thought it was my dad who got emotional because he was too happy.
It turned out that my father already knew everything at that time.
He was the one who managed to hide it perfectly.
"That big thing is Putar, right? There was a big one like that that came to Antarctica that time? It was shown on TV. I remember Xiao Fei said once that it was just a teleporter who was seriously injured that time. Why, Were you not crowded this time?" Han Youshan continued to ask.
"No." Han Qingyu replied.
"That would probably be quite troublesome and difficult."
"Yes."
"Then, Commander Chen, is he feeling better? I remember last time in Antarctica, it was his old man who was hacked to death by Putar, right?" Han Youshan asked, looking at him sincerely.
Han Qingyu smiled bitterly and shook his head slowly.
Then there is nothing to hope for, which means that in the end, their young son will have to lead people to fight for the powerful Putar.
As for fighting, currently it seems that there is a high probability that it will be impossible to fight...
Han Youshan tried his best to slow down and blew air loudly. After a while, he stood up with support on his hands:
"Let's go home and have dinner."
After saying that, he grabbed the teapot, turned around and walked towards home.
Han Qingyu quickly picked up a hoe and followed.
"I'm fine, the key is to coax your mother well." Dad said suddenly while walking.
"Well", Han Qingyu hesitated, "In case, in the future..."
"I will take good care of him in the future." Han Youshan said decisively, and then sniffed.
"Not only my mother, you also have to..."
"Don't worry! Your dad is strong." Han Youshan said, blowing hard again.
This is difficult. The difficulty is that in the face of this upcoming desperate battle, he can't even comfort his son with the generosity, tolerance and understanding of a father like failing the college entrance examination or other things. It's okay. If it doesn't work, we'll do it again. Or, if it doesn’t work, we won’t do it. Taking care of yourself is the most important thing.
This time, his son had no way out and would fight to the end.
Because he himself stands at the pinnacle of human combat power, no one can take the top spot for Blue Star now. There is no other hope, because he is also hope itself.
…………
On the fourth day at home, in the evening, after dinner.
The intelligence information compiled by Wei Lan came again.
One: Still no news from Mars.
Two: The Miracle space station accidentally detected signs of large-scale movement of the Big Point fleet, pointing directly at the moon.
Azure Judgment: As worried before, Putar itself should know the information related to the remains, and the real purpose of its arrival through traction is most likely for this purpose.
Three: The Mars evacuation fleet took the risk to proactively spy on the area where they had previously felt a large-scale energy explosion. Until they reached the area, the huge energy fluctuation there still had not completely dissipated.
Blue judgment:
The energy fluctuations reaching this level and the aftermath are most likely not caused by Putar's unprovoked explosion or the collective activation of the Big Point Fleet.
The scariest reasoning points to the fact that they just completed another traction here not long ago.
If the reasoning is correct, this can also explain why they suddenly disappeared before and suddenly stopped pursuing the Mars evacuation fleet.
And the main body they are towing this time should be the super giant ship. Among the details that humans ignore, the giant ship itself is a mobile super traction field.
There is no doubt that this is a battle report that is even more despairing.
Six hours after receiving this battle report,
The human energy spacecraft numbered CA117 left this small mountain village called Fenglong'ao in the early morning night and starlight.
(End of chapter)
