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"Ms. Black Tower said that the reunion after two hundred and thirty-one years should not be so careless. After mobilizing the monitoring of the Black Tower Space Station, I found that Ms. Black Tower was humming some kind of light song and sitting in front of the dressing table and drawing. Light makeup, do you want me to project the picture?"

"Forget it. It's not long before death anyway. Did she connect the terminal of the space station to you?" Jiang Fan said quietly.

"Yes, the Black Tower Space Station was originally built to find traces of you. The conclusion that Ms. Black Tower got after paying homage to the Star God is that life is an endless cycle of reincarnation. Whenever one reincarnation stops, then he will The next reincarnation will start again in an unknown corner of the universe."

"This is the essence of life, and your destiny is special. After paying homage to the Star God, Ms. Black Tower began to build a space station and search for your traces in the universe."

"So you and Black Tower have been looking for me for the past two hundred years?" Jiang Fan said softly.

"Yes, your vital signs have appeared 1,700 times in the universe, but every time Ms. Black Tower arrives, there is only nothingness. But Ms. Black Tower never gives up. She always believes that somewhere in the universe, there will be nothing. See you again everywhere."

"Meet again..." Jiang Fan was silent.

Rainwater kept flowing across the car window, as if she could hear the sound of the engine drowning the world chasing time. She had never been a person who could be interested in anything for a long time. Two hundred and thirty-one years had passed. Here, had she ever been like him now, holding on to this strange emotion and looking forward to something?

The mood and expectation that I can't wait to meet him|her again, but how much guilt from my youth is entangled in it?

But so what? After all, you are still his beloved girl.

......

I’m going to add another chapter tonight and write out the fragments of the Black Tower. It’s not that I don’t want to write about the Black Tower in this section, but the connection between the Black Tower and the previous chapter is too stiff, like it’s counterproductive! More updates at night! Shout out to the Black Tower!

Chapter 63 Danger

Elsis Road, this is the only road from the area where the nobles lived to the Administrative Square and Klipper Castle.

On both sides are towering Soviet-style building complexes. Due to long-term wind and snow erosion, the limestone surfaces of these magnificent buildings have long since peeled off. There is a hint of warmth on the slender streets, and the thick layer of snow is melted by the sun. It turned into deep puddles everywhere.

The train's bells jingled as it passed on the tracks, reminding the crowds to get out of the way to avoid splashing water on them.

At the end of the road stands a huge square building, with towering Soviet-style columns, a gate wrapped in black marble, and an advertising stand engraved with a gold mask on the roof. Brass pipes stand around the stand, and dozens of orange flags rise from it. The roof hangs down to the ground.

The Golden Opera House, one of the famous buildings in the administrative district, was built by the city builder Golier. It was once a gathering place for the residents of Belloberg. In its most glorious period, various cars gathered here every night, and they Elegant aristocratic young men come here with their young and beautiful female companions to enjoy elegant music. Even seats have to be bought in the upper observation deck area, which is always divided into hierarchies.

But today, the Golden Opera House has long lost its glory. Today's young people go to the Clover Couple Playground or the newly opened cinema on the Executive Square for dates. The Opera House was the youth of people in the previous era. , rather than these young people of the new era.

But today it seems to be bursting with vitality again. Whether they are young aristocrats or children from ordinary residents, they are crowding in front of the Golden Opera House to look around, exclaiming from time to time, as if they have never seen it before. Just like a bumpkin in the world.

"Oh, look at how they have never seen the world. They are still noble young masters. They don't even know their ancestors." Xing, wearing jet black sunglasses, leaned against the pillars of the Golden Opera House and took a selfie of his thigh with emotion.

Dan Heng and March Qi were silent and didn't speak. They both turned their heads and didn't look at her. They didn't know who it was that almost jumped up in shock when they saw the ancestor two hours ago, and the stars in their eyes flashed quickly. There has to be a spark.

The ancestor stood quietly on the other side of the gate of the Golden Opera House. His blue compound eyes slowly swept across the crowded crowd from left to right, and finally fixed his sight on the star. A series of data began to flash in its eyes. The huge database gets the information it wants in an instant.

"Name: Star"

"Gender: Female"

"Bloodline: complicated???"

"Special hobbies: crumbs, the king of Internet meme, joke maker, digging through trash cans, unable to walk when seeing light spots,..."

The ancestor silently moved his gaze to the building of the Golden Opera House. His blue compound eyes flashed like seeing through, staring closely at the door of the Golden Opera House.

“危险！危险！危险！！”

Xing tsked and shook his head, walked to March Qi and leaned his head on her shoulder, happily watching the anime playing on his phone, and expressing emotion from time to time.

"What? Are you so fascinated? Isn't interstellar traffic expensive?" March 7 glanced at her.

"It's okay. It's connected to the ancestor's wifi. Have you seen Fantasy Carnival? Now this clip is... Oh, Shirou and Shiki were caught riding on multiple boats. I laughed to death. There are still people in this era who would He was caught riding on multiple boats! Hahahaha, who the fool* can be caught like this, I will laugh at him forever." Xing pointed at the phone screen and laughed unbridled, but the next second, her laughter It stopped suddenly because she found that her wifi was disconnected.

Dan Heng held the spear and leaned against the pillar without saying a word, because the big fool who was laughed at by Xing at this time might be Mr. Jiang Fan... Mr. Jiang Fan who was dragged into the Golden Opera House by Ms. Black Tower just now.

......

Inside the lobby of the Golden Opera House, the surrounding columns are like ancient Roman-style buildings, painted in elegant off-white. Crystal chandeliers are lit one after another on the dome-shaped ceiling to disperse all the shadows. The red The seat numbers were marked with gold-inlaid nameplates on the suede seats, and the dark red curtain hanging on the stage was opened, like a precursor to some kind of grand performance.

At this moment, Jiang Fan stood on this gorgeous stage, looking at the three female audience members, and suddenly felt like a singer participating in The Voice of China. After singing a song, he was waiting for the three female audience members. Whichever instructor turns to him first.

"Tell me, I'll give you five minutes to quibble." Heita raised her toes, held her chin with her hands, and stared straight at Jiang Fan, who was standing silently on the stage. His good mood was instantly shattered, and he was even It was stirred up and down.

Even with Bo Shizun's answer, she was still mentally prepared for Jiang Fan to lose his memory. After all, reincarnation represented the beginning of a new life, a brand new life.

But the premise of starting the journey is that you have completely lost the memory of your previous life. You will even sigh and say "what a beautiful lady" when you see yourself, and then you will fall in love with her again uncontrollably. But Jiang Fan is brave and sees himself. The first sentence is 'You are all my wings'...haha..

Jiang Fan looked at Heita sitting under the stage in a Lolita-style dress and was silent for a while. His eyes always shifted uncontrollably to the sledgehammer at her feet and the miniature Star Destroyer railgun next to her arm.

Is this the treatment you get after a long separation? .... He even took out the Star Destroyer railgun... Murdering his husband? ..Jiang Fan was thinking wildly.

"Oh? Do you have nothing to say and are you ready to commit seppuku?" Heita took a deep breath and stared at him expressionlessly.

"Where did this little girl come from? He doesn't owe you any explanation." Cocolia glanced at the Black Tower, with a protective hostility in her eyes.

"Little girl?" Heita said one word at a time, "When Jiang Fan and I met, maybe your grandpa was still in your mother's belly. Why do you want to get involved in my affairs with him? It's not big or small. of."

"Oh, it turns out she is an old witch." Cocolia smiled faintly, picked up the black tea next to her and took a sip, "As expected of the tea made by my husband himself, the taste is as sweet as ever."

"Kokolia, I remember you are not married yet, right?" Xiluwa nodded slightly and took out a night light from her arms, "Jiang Fan made it himself! The night light is really beautiful."

Jiang Fan watched silently as the three people argued with each other off the stage. The core topic was 'the gifts Jiang Fan gave over the years | the love words Jiang Fan said over the years. "You love Jiang Fan more | Jiang Fan loves me more than you." He suddenly felt that he should draft a suicide note now. He couldn't walk out today...especially when they looked at each other. When facing you, I will send out the torture deep in my soul.

"Jiang Fan! Who do you love more!"

Chapter 64: We can still save it

It’s all superfluous. I love whoever... This is probably the true portrayal of Jiang Fan’s heart at this moment. People often say that life is actually a path with no end in sight. On the way, you will always come to a crossroads for a moment. choose.

Often when you decide which path you want to take next, the other path will disappear forever. From beginning to end, you must walk firmly on the path you have chosen, and go on without regrets.

Jiang Fan silently raised his head and looked at the three people close at hand, but he felt that every intersection on this three-way road was a desperate situation. It could be said that he had a narrow escape. The blazing flame gun was swirling on his lower abdomen, and the cold rail gun was in the air. There was rubbing on his chin, and there was the electric sound of the electric guitar in his ears.

If he could name any one of them, he would probably have to lie on the ground today and let Swaro resist a wave of damage for him.

After all, the ancestor is his biological son, so he is still a little reluctant to let go. Besides, you, Shivaro, are tall and strong, so even if you get hit by a Star Destroyer railgun, it should be nothing, right? And isn’t there Clara who will help you fix it? Probably not dead...

"Jiang Fan, don't be a mute." Black Tower's miniature Star Destroyer orbital gun was pressed against Jiang Fan's chin, "Don't think about getting away with it."

"Did I get away with it?" Jiang Fan glanced at her in surprise, thinking to himself, how could you have the nerve to say such a thing? It's always you who gets through it, right?

"Otherwise." Heita nodded slightly, anger flashing in his eyes.

She had seen such scenes in the romance picture books that Esta bought. Often when boys choose silence or inaction when faced with a girl's questioning, they just want to muddle through and escape.

Jiang Fan looked at her sideways and said quietly, "Do you still remember the summer when you were fourteen?"

"Of course I remember, that was the first time you told me...me..." Heita snorted softly, and then his voice weakened involuntarily.

Of course she remembered the summer when she was 14 years old, and it was still deeply impressed to this day. It was the happiest day of her youth and the most memorable day for her. But at this moment, Jiang Fan suddenly mentioned it, and she suddenly felt a little confused. Silence fell.

Even the arrogance she had just now weakened. It was precisely because she clearly remembered everything that happened that she suddenly became mute and did not even dare to look directly into Jiang Fan's eyes.

"Say, keep talking, have you forgotten? Do you need me to recall the memories for you?" Jiang Fan squinted his eyes and looked at her, and his arrogance began to rise.

"I...I..." Heita hesitated for a moment, then unconsciously lowered his hand holding the Star Destroyer railgun.

"I'm sorry, love is an illusory thing to me after all. It is not within the scope of my consideration. Don't think about it either, lest you can't sleep at night. Those unknown existences in the universe are what I am interested in." Jiang Fan Suddenly he clasped his hands on his chest, looked at her sideways, and sounded like a black tower.

"No! I..." Heita subconsciously raised her voice to explain something, but after half a second she withered and just remained silent.

"Bring it here, you!" Jiang Fan snatched the Star Destroyer railgun from Black Tower's hand. He held it heavy in his hand, with a solid feel, "What? You still want to beat him up? A thief is chasing a thief?"

Heita lowered her head and said nothing, just looking straight at her toes. She felt extremely aggrieved now. She obviously wanted to agree at the time, but she was Heita, how could she agree to him so easily? If I had to do it again...

"What? You still want to shoot at me with this thing? Come on, come on! Hit me! Kill me with one shot. Come and beat me up!" Jiang Fan put his finger on the trigger and the muzzle of the gun against his temple. He leaned in front of the black tower, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

Heita remained silent and did not speak, letting Jiang Fan's arrogant face dangle in front of his eyes. From time to time, Jiang Fan would poke his forehead or side of his face with his fingers. He looked like a pitiful doormat with no arrogance. , when had she, Heita, been wronged like this, but she just couldn't refute it, and couldn't even explain it. If she could have been sincere at that time...

Jiang Fan slapped the rail gun on the small round table, took the flame gun from Cocolia's hand and Siluwa's electric guitar and threw them on the red velvet seat, making a crisp collision sound.

He turned his head and looked at the silent Heita, and his mood became complicated again. Even though Heita's arrogance caused the two of them to miss two hundred and thirty-one years, the same thing happened in the long lonely time. , isn’t she also chasing time to find herself? The complaints about Heita in his heart have long since disappeared. Your girl has been chasing the so-called time for you, how can you complain about her?

Yes, yes... Maybe among the three people standing here, Heita is the least qualified to question him. Since ancient times, the principle that arrogance ruins a life has been spread before the Amber Age, but in two hundred and thirty During the long period of a year, she never stopped looking for you, trying to race against time, trying to drive the space station to catch up with the misty time, trying to find that one in ten thousand chance, what else can you have for her? What about complaints?

Others can say things like 'you don't deserve to be forgiven' to Heita, but he can't, because he understands that the girl in front of him has been racing against time for him, trying to outrun the time.

"Black Tower, raise your head." Jiang Fan said slowly, "What is the purpose of building the Black Tower Space Station?"

Heita curled his lips and hesitated for a while: "I'm looking for Yu... I'm looking for your traces..."

"How many years has the space station been wandering in the universe? How many times have you looked for me?" Jiang Fan walked to the black tower and looked at her condescendingly.

"Two hundred and thirty-one years, seven months and twelve days...just 7 times." Heita turned her head away from looking at him. Her long silver-brown hair fell down to cover her profile, making it difficult for people to see her clearly. expression.

Cocolia and Sylva subconsciously raised their heads and looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise, and their expressions softened a lot. They deeply understood the feeling of leaving the one they love.

Especially for Cocolia, just in the nine years since Jiang Fan left her, that kind of longing and loneliness surged in like a wave, as if she was standing alone at the end of the world, letting the overwhelming loneliness sweep her away. Package, they couldn't even believe how that little girl spent these two hundred and thirty-one years.

Is two hundred and thirty-one years a long time? It may sound like just a bunch of numbers, and it may feel that way, but what if two hundred and thirty-one years were replaced by eighty-four thousand, three hundred and fifteen days? ....

"Heita." Jiang Fan pushed aside Heita's hanging long hair, wiped away her tears with his fingers, and gently leaned down and whispered in her ear: "If you have time... you can sit with me. Ferris wheel?”

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Lower level area, outside Natasha's clinic in Panyan Town.

Swaro quietly watched Clara and Hook running in the streets and alleys. A feeling called joy appeared in the database, but the next second, a heartbreaking pain hit its abdomen, and its red compound eyes A strong light suddenly bloomed.

It knelt down on the ground tremblingly, not understanding where this heartbreaking pain came from. But then, the feeling came quickly in waves, one after another, as if someone had caught him fat. Like a beating.

"Mr. Swaro! Are you okay!" When Clara turned her head, she noticed something strange about Swaro, and hurriedly trotted over barefoot, worriedly helping Swaro.

"I...I'm fine. Clara...I think I can still save her a little bit..." Swaro shook his head hard, always feeling like he was taking the blame for someone.

Chapter 65 Your name

"This is truly an ingenious body structure, perfectly in line with combat mechanics. The material of the outer armor should be black silver obsidian and Almos aluminum alloy. It can withstand Star Destroyer-level attacks and has strong toughness that can withstand high and low temperatures. At 31 meters tall, there is no clumsiness at all. On the contrary, he can make various difficult postures in battle." Walter raised his head and looked at the ancestor with emotion, with strong interest in his eyes and the youth hidden deep in his heart. There was a slight restlessness.

"Your judgment is very correct. Black silver obsidian and Almos aluminum alloy are the materials chosen by Ms. Black Tower when she repaired me. However, my combat system still uses what the owner gave me when it was first built. Original Alaya Consciousness System." The ancestor slowly squatted down so that the fanatical fan in front of him who was wearing glasses and carrying a cane could see him up close.

"The original Alaya System... is really a work of genius... It is worthy of being the masterpiece of Mr. Jiang Fan, the father of Gundam. So far, no combat system equipped with Gundam can surpass the Alaya System, whether it is Haier The Moss combat system is still the Zeus combat system... It's hard to imagine that the Alaya consciousness system is still the technological crystallization of the last Amber Age." Walter pushed the frame gently and expressed his heartfelt emotion.

He must admit that Mr. Jiang Fan, the father of Gundam, is worthy of being called an uncrowned genius scientist.

Whether it is the Ancestor Gundam in front of us, which is still the pinnacle of mankind, or the original Alaya combat system equipped by the Ancestor, they are both products far ahead of this era. The greatest invention, worthy of the title of the king of modern robots.

He couldn't wait to communicate with Mr. Jiang Fan about the mecha. The burning youthful impulse seemed to have returned, and he felt like he was still young in a daze.

"So are Ms. Heita and Mr. Jiang Fan in the Golden Opera House?" Walter pinched his chin, and the restlessness in his heart began to burn.

"Ang, Jiang Fan was dragged in by the Black Tower. He must have been divided into three equal parts by now." Xing shook his head and sighed.

"Thirds? Is it a new term?" Walter was slightly startled.

"Uncle Yang, you don't need to pay attention to her, but in short, the situation inside is very complicated and dangerous. We don't know what to say...in short, it is very dangerous." March 7 shook his head lightly.

At this time, the door of the Golden Opera House was pushed open, and Heita walked out of it carrying the gorgeous purple-black sledgehammer with a cold face, but a faint blush could be seen on his neck.