Even though it was still a holiday, the Yeti Empire Mecha Research Institute was about to take a break after the Galactic Day celebration. But strangely, Duan Hengye didn't rush back to work as soon as possible.
On the contrary, as soon as Su Mingge returned to the institute, he received a message from Duan Hengye. Duan Hengye told Su Mingge that he encountered something and would be delayed for a day or two.
Duan Hengye wasn't someone who would be absent from work for no reason. After receiving the message, although Su Mingge was confused, he still temporarily took over the work at the institute. But after hearing about this, the staff at the institute couldn't help but speculate — What exactly happened to Duan Hengye?
Not only Duan Hengye, but even Meng Jinhuai, who was known as the "Galactic Model Worker", temporarily handed over his work to the two generals.
Only a few people in the entire Galactic knew that on this day, the House of the Marshal in Nan zhuxing welcomed a very special guest.
At ten o 'clock in the morning in Nan zhuxing, Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai were already waiting in a tea room in the residential area of the House of the Marshal. As time went by, in order to suppress the tension in his heart that was difficult to ignore. After sitting for a long time, Duan Hengye suddenly began to fiddle with the tea set on the table.
With years of practice from his previous life, even though he was now in a different body, Duan Hengye's movements were still as smooth as the clouds. After seeing Duan Hengye's movements, Meng Jinhuai's eyes were filled with admiration.
Just as Duan Hengye poured the tea into a cup, the door of the tea room finally opened.
An old man in a gray jacket and crutches stood at the door. As the door opened, Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai stood up from the sofa together and walked to the door to greet him.
The person who came was no stranger. He was the retired old reporter who appeared on the test flight planet a while ago.
"Old Yan, sorry for calling you all the way here," Meng Jinhuai walked over and shook his hand while apologizing.
After hearing Meng Jinhuai's words, Old Yan smiled and shook his head, "There's nothing to be sorry about. It's my honor to be invited to the military headquarters by the Marshal, "Duan Hengye said, then he stepped forward to shake Old Yan's hand and said," Good morning, please have a seat. "
"Okay okay, thank you, Professor Duan." Old Yan sat down on the sofa under Duan Hengye's invitation. When he saw the tea that had already been brewed on the table, he looked up at Duan Hangye in surprise and asked, "Was this tea brewed by Professor Duan?"
Duan Hengye paused for a second, then he nodded and said, "Yes."
Old Yan slowly picked up the teacup, then he took a sip and said, "It tastes good. I remember … when you were young, Professor Duan, the research institute held an active mecha exhibition. At that time, I was lucky enough to be a reporter and was invited by your parents for a chat. " When he spoke, he had a smile on his face and his head was slightly raised. It seemed like he was immersed in his memories of the past.
Speaking of which, Duan Hengye was clearly just recalling a very ordinary memory, but after hearing what he said, he became nervous again.
As expected, Old Yan continued, "At that time, you also came out to make tea. I didn't expect that after so many years, Professor Duan, who has always been busy with work, would still remember the art of tea." There weren't many people in the galaxy who knew about the art of tea, so Old Yan remembered that Duan Hengye made tea for him back then.
Even though Duan Hengye already knew something about the emblem on the Provider's Planet, when he heard Old Yan talk about "his" childhood, his heart couldn't help but sink. However, because Duan Hengye was already mentally prepared, when he heard Old Yan suddenly mention this, his expression didn't change much.
He nodded at Old Yan and said calmly, "Yes, although I didn't forget, I haven't practiced in a long time."
However, even the slightest change in Duan Hengye's emotions couldn't escape Meng Jinhuai's eyes.
After seeing this scene, Meng Jinhuai immediately changed the topic. "Old Yan, to be honest, this time we suddenly invited you to Nan zhuxing because we have something to ask you." Meng Jinhuai's expression was slightly serious. After seeing his expression, Old Yan immediately sat up straight and listened carefully to Meng Jinhuai's words.
After all, Old Yan had been a reporter his whole life. He was very smart and knew how to read people's expressions. Meng Jinhuai didn't directly state the purpose of inviting Old Yan to Nan zhuxing this time, but after hearing a few simple words from the marshal, he vaguely guessed the other party's purpose.
After Meng Jinhuai's voice fell, Old Yan took a sip of tea and slowly leaned back on the sofa. He was silent for a while, as if he was thinking. When the hot tea on the table was a little cold, Old Yan finally said slowly, "Thinking about it carefully, I should have known the old marshal, Jinhuai's father, for the longest time …"
Old Yan glanced at Meng Jinhuai, then continued, "When I met him, I was already a war reporter, but the old marshal had just joined the army not long ago. At that time, he hid his identity and background and fought like all the soldiers. " Just like the royal family, in the book "Toppling the Stars", Nan zhuxing was also passed down from generation to generation by a big family.
It was different from Meng Jinhuai, who was exposed to the public from a young age and inherited the military at a young age. His father had been training in the military in his early years under an alias and didn't expose his true identity.
"… However, because of his outstanding mental strength and his many achievements, I still chose him out of all the soldiers to interview." Speaking of this, Old Yan's face showed a proud expression. After all, as a reporter, to be able to discover and interview a future influential figure in the galaxy when he was still young was indeed something to be proud of.
During the conversation, Duan Hengye could not help but cast his gaze on Meng Jinhuai. At this time, Meng Jinhuai's expression was very serious. When Old Yan spoke, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly. Although Duan Hengye transmigrated halfway, he had heard some things about the old marshal. For example, he knew from Yu Xinlan that Meng Jinhuai's father was a very strict person, and he was extraordinarily strict with his only son.
In fact, it was not hard to imagine that in the short ten years that he had spent with the old marshal, Meng Jinhuai might not have had a good conversation with him. After all, before Meng Jinhuai could understand the old marshal's age, he had already disappeared from his son's life because of the war …
Now that he suddenly heard someone mention a young father that he had never met before, Meng Jinhuai's eyes could not help but soften.
At this point, Old Yan suddenly smiled and turned to Duan Hengye and said, "Oh, right, Professor Duan's parents and I met at a mecha research competition. At that time, they were still just students, even younger than you are now."
Hearing this, Duan Hengye remembered the first time Old Yan met him. The old man had said that he looked more like his mother.
After saying what he had just said, Old Yan looked at Meng Jinhuai again and continued to reminisce, "After that, I often reported some news about the military, so I often kept in contact with the marshal's father. It was also during that time … when he was about to marry your mother, at an Empire Youth Symposium event, that I found out about his identity a little earlier than the Interstellar Era. "
"Oh, right!" Old Yan suddenly raised his voice and then happily slapped his knee with his palm. He smiled at Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai and said, "Speaking of which, it was also fate! It was also during that event that I found out that the four young people that I had always admired — your parents — had known each other for a long time, and were even good friends. "
As an excellent reporter who had seen countless people, Old Yan had always been very satisfied with his ability to recognize talents. Therefore, when he recalled the young people that he had thought highly of, he was particularly excited. This beautiful memory made Old Yan excited, but unlike him, Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai couldn't help but look at each other, and they both fell silent.
Duan Hengye was still okay. After all, he still lacked a lot of memories from his youth.
But Meng Jinhuai was different.
The marshal had always had a good memory, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any memory of his parents knowing Duan Hengye's parents. He always knew that Old Yan was familiar with his and Duan Hengye's parents. But he didn't know that his parents were "good friends" with each other.
Logically speaking, it would be strange if they didn't know each other since they were high-ranking military officials and top researchers in the research institute. But before today, Meng Jinhuai never knew that his parents and Duan Hengye's parents had known each other for such a long time.
The lifespan of people in the Interstellar Era was very long. Unlike Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai, who had become famous at a young age, their parents were already in their forties or fifties when they really made a name for themselves in the Interstellar Era. Logically speaking. They should have known each other at that age.
And Old Yan's words pushed the timeline forward another step — directly to the time when the old marshal was hiding his identity.
When Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai didn't respond for a long time, Old Yan realized that something was wrong. He sat up straight again, then glanced at Meng Jinhuai and said solemnly, "Marshal, do you have any questions about what I said just now?"
Old Yan was Meng Jinhuai's old friend. After hearing his question, the marshal didn't beat around the bush. He directly asked Old Yan, "Can you continue to tell me about the story between my parents and A Heng's parents?"
Old Yan nodded silently, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "I didn't ask for the details, but I heard that … they seemed to have met during a mecha research event. At that time, the Empire was at its most chaotic. Although the royal family kept a low profile, their hidden strength was greater than it is now. Young people like your parents might not have reached the top of the Empire at that time, but they could vaguely feel the direction of the wind. So, although they looked peaceful, there was a kind of passion in their hearts that people of your generation can't understand. "
Recently, Duan Hengye had taken advantage of his free time to catch up on the history of the Empire. So now he knew that in his parents' generation, although the Empire's internal and external troubles were more serious than it was now, because the military and other forces didn't rise to power, the royal family's area of control was actually larger than it was now.
Duan Hengye had almost no memory of the original owner's parents, but Meng Jinhuai was different. In his impression, his parents were always cold and distant. Today was the first time he heard someone use the word "hot-blooded" to describe his parents.
"They hit it off very well, and later on, their relationship was quite good …" In the years when Duan Hengye's parents were unknown, the Star Web didn't record the story of his parents. Because too much time had passed, Old Yan's memory was a little fuzzy. But this morning, he slowly sipped his tea and slowly told Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai the story of the young people who had passed away.
As he listened, Duan Hengye slowly bent down. He couldn't help but put his hand on his knee, then he supported his chin with his hand and looked at Old Yan. From Old Yan's fragmented memories, Duan Hengye roughly sketched out a complete story in his mind.
In the early years, the unknown teenagers became good friends because they had the same ambition, but as their strength gradually increased, especially after Meng Jinhuai's father became a marshal. They began to be suspected and envied by the Empire. In order not to affect each other, the young people who used to be close to each other slowly began to avoid suspicion after they achieved success. After all, they all knew that whether it was the research institute or Nan zhuxing, they were all under the surveillance of the royal family.
Duan Hengye could understand this approach. After all, the relationship between the military and the Mecha Research Institute was too special. As a member of the royal family who still had some power, they would definitely pay special attention to the relationship between the two sides. It was conceivable that if he wasn't a spy who had been brainwashed and controlled for many years, the royal family wouldn't have easily allowed him to marry Meng Jinhuai.
In fact, even though a few decades had passed, the marriage between the original owner and Meng Jinhuai was still a symbol of the royal family's surveillance of the military. If it weren't for Duan Hengye, this "variable", they would have been quite successful …
Speaking of the past, because of the gradual climb to the top of the Empire's pyramid, the two sides deliberately avoided suspicion. Later on, except for people like Old Yan who knew them early on, and the royal family who had been paying attention to these things, almost no one knew that the senior management of the research institute and the House of the Marshal were old friends.
Old Yan's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper. He took a big puff of his cigarette, then glanced at Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai. Then, as if he finally understood something, he asked, "So, you guys didn't know?"
Meng Jinhuai didn't say anything. Instead, he nodded quietly. After a while, he said to Old Yan, "I didn't know that they knew each other in private, and that they were good friends."
From Meng Jinhuai's reaction, it was obvious that he didn't know much about his father's past. However, after hearing Meng Jinhuai say that he didn't know that they knew each other in private, Old Yan still had a look of disbelief on his face. Then, he turned around and glanced at Duan Hengye.
Even though Duan Hengye didn't have any childhood memories, based on Meng Jinhuai's reaction, he could roughly guess that his parents had never told him about their relationship. Therefore, under Old Yan's gaze, Duan Hengye nodded silently …
While Old Yan was reminiscing, he had unknowingly smoked a dozen cigarettes. Although the ventilation system in this tea room was very good, after a while, there was still a lingering smell of smoke left in the room.
Old Yan slowly shook his head and said, "They had a very good relationship in their early years. I always knew that they deliberately acted like strangers in front of the outside world for the development of the military and the research institute. I really didn't expect that they wouldn't even tell their own children … "
Probably because he was old, after sighing with emotion, Elder Yan couldn't help but talk to Duan Hangye and Meng Jinhuai about a few small things that happened when their parents got along. Although those things didn't help with the ongoing investigation, it could be seen that the relationship between them was indeed as good as Elder Yan said.
After lunch, Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai sent Old Yan off. Even though Old Yan's clue was basically over, they didn't continue working in the afternoon. Instead, they returned to the tea room in the morning.
After Meng Jinhuai sat down, he went silent for a while. He then said to Duan Hengye, "I think the accident at the research institute can no longer be called an" accident "."
After hearing Meng Jinhuai's words, Duan Hengye nodded silently.
Although Meng Jinhuai didn't say it, after listening to Elder Yan's words in the morning, he could already guess that while they were no longer in contact on the surface, the cooperation between the research institute and the military should be deeper than what he previously knew. As for why they didn't tell him and Meng Jinhuai about this, it was probably because they were worried that if their children were involved, it would bring unnecessary trouble to them in the future.
Duan Hengye picked up the teacup made of green jade on the table. He subconsciously played with the teacup in his hand while saying to Meng Jinhuai, "After I return to the research institute, I will carefully check the previous experiment records … As long as the information is not completely destroyed, even if there is only a trace left, I will restore it."
Although Duan Hengye's words about "recovering data" were simple, Meng Jinhuai knew how difficult this task was. However, as far as the eye could see, perhaps only the person in front of him could do such a thing.
"Thank you, A Heng," said Meng Jinhuai.
Perhaps it was because of Old Yan's story this morning, Meng Jinhuai's temperament was unexpectedly gentle. When Duan Hengye heard him say this, he felt a little embarrassed. However, before he could say anything, Meng Jinhuai spoke again, "By the way, A Heng, do you still remember what happened on the day of the accident?"
After hearing Meng Jinhuai's question, Duan Hengye couldn't help but be stunned. Other than the memory of the "emblem", he had almost no memory of the experiment before the accident. Therefore, after hearing Meng Jinhuai's question, Duan Hengye reflexively shook his head.
But at this moment, Duan Hengye suddenly felt a fragmented image in a part of his brain that was originally blank.
Duan Hengye suddenly remembered what happened back then! Even though it was just a blurry image.
Meng Jinhuai saw Duan Hengye, who was shaking his head gently, suddenly widened his eyes. His hand subconsciously stretched out, and the teacup in his palm fell to the ground. It then hit the floor and shattered into countless pieces.
However, the sound of the teacup shattering didn't attract Duan Hengye's attention. Duan Hengye began to slowly talk to himself, "Their office is not in the Research Institute building, it's separate. When I was young, I spent almost every day in the outer part of the office. Sometimes I studied by myself, and sometimes they would come over to answer some questions related to mecha. "Duan Hengye said as his eyes slowly narrowed. His expression involuntarily carried a hint of pain, as if he was trying very hard to remember.
Meng Jinhuai wanted to interrupt Duan Hengye, but Duan Hengye seemed to know what he wanted to do and shook his head.
Duan Hengye continued, "That day … … it was just like any other day. I was reading a book, then suddenly there was a loud noise not far away. Then I saw their office suddenly emit a blue light, and then half of the wall melted. One of the mecha suddenly lost control and started attacking the room. That was the last thing I saw before I fainted … … "Duan Hengye couldn't help but reach out his hand and press heavily on his temple.
He didn't know if it had anything to do with the recovery of his memory, but Duan Hengye's temple was throbbing with pain. He couldn't help but shake his head, then looked up at Meng Jinhuai and said, "… … I can only remember this much."
Just as Duan Hengye finished speaking, the sofa beside him suddenly sank. Before Duan Hengye could react, he fell into a familiar embrace. Meng Jinhuai gently hugged Duan Hengye, then whispered to Duan Hengye as if he was telling a bedtime story, "Okay, don't think about it. Do you trust me? "
Although he didn't know why Meng Jinhuai suddenly asked this, Duan Hengye still nodded gently.
"Good. Just give me some time, and I will find the answer." Meng Jinhuai promised, then reached out and slowly tucked Duan Hengye's hair behind his ear. The Marshal said, "If you don't want to remember it, then forget it completely."
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