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After sending the last message, Jiang Fan put his cell phone in his pocket and looked around. In front of the cable car station were groups of residents from Panyan Town. They looked up at the transparent glass dome, sighing in their mouths, and their eyes His eyes were full of excitement and excitement.
As batches of Panyan Town residents poured into the streets, the children's laughter and exclamations became more intense. Everyone's face was filled with smiles and expectations for the future. Jiang Fan was stunned. Looking at them, he suddenly felt his nose was a little sore and almost shed tears.
It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but they are not sad yet, but the scenes at the moment stimulated his tear ducts, and the feeling of sadness mixed with joy burst out at the same time, making people want to cry and laugh at the same time.
"This! Wow! This is such a big! What a blue roof! Wow! It's Brother Jiang Fan!"
Jiang Fan crouched down to catch Hook who was coming towards him, then stood up and held her in his arms, spinning her around in mid-air a few times before placing her back on the ground.
He smiled and nodded to Natasha, then held the hands of Clara and Hook, looked at the dark blue sky, and said slowly: "Hook, Clara and the little guys from the Mole Party, then It’s the night sky, not the roof. What’s shining brightly in the sky are the stars. There is the vast Milky Way, and at the same time, on the other side of the planet, the rising sun called hope is rising.”
"The rising sun of hope? What is that?"
"You are the rising sun of hope, Hook. You are Belloberg's hope, shining like the rising sun...Long time no see, boy Jiang Fan."
Jiang Fan stared at him blankly, then suddenly smiled and patted his shoulder. They looked into the distance with him, as if they were witnessing the rising sun.
"Uncle Oleg, long time no see."
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Since I want to write about Beloberg, I can't just write about its darkness. I hope to present a beautiful world full of hope, rather than a dirty world full of darkness and politics. Even if the world is dark, I hope to give They have bright eyes to explore the beauty of the world.
When I was a child, I had very few worries. I only remember being happy every day. When I grow up, I have very little happiness. I only feel sad every day (so don’t observe the darkness of the world when reading! Everyone is a firefly, emitting Shine your own light!)
The penguin group is 638450592. The next simulation is the fairy boat, which will involve collapse later.
Chapter 68 Alan’s Idol
"This...Mr. Walter actually has such profound dancing skills..."
"Hiss... It's so scary... Our view of Uncle Yang has completely changed... We can no longer treat Uncle Yang the same as before."
"Damn it...Uncle Yang stole all my limelight...could it be that my style is wrong?" Xing tugged on his overalls, threw the basketball in his hand in the air, and stared at Val on the stage. Specially thoughtful.
"You can dance so well, Lao Yang, are you willing to die?" Jiang Fan took out his mobile phone and silently turned on the video mode, with a smile surging under the sadness in his eyes.
If Himeko standing on the stage singing "Nightglow" at this moment is 100% sensational and sad, then Walter's backup dancers at this moment bring 1000% laughter.
Thinking back to when he was trying out Jizi, he found it annoying. The feel was too bad and too heavy, making it difficult to use at all. However, after finishing the plot, he immediately regretted it, and he suddenly realized that Jizi had always been an ordinary person. It should be so difficult for people to fight against Honkai, and they can only hold on by relying solely on their will.
But this was supposed to be a sad moment for him to remember Teacher Jizi, but Henai Walter's dance was too magical, causing his newly rising emotions to break through in an instant. He just raised his phone and silently recorded it, looking forward to it. I can share it with Bronya one day.
Walter stared straight at the Ancestor behind the crowd. He blocked out all the strange looks around him. He was silently counting down the time of the song in his heart, waiting for the Ancestor in the next two days after the song ended. It belongs to him.
The ancestor stood quietly at the back of the stage, feeling the fiery gaze from Walter, feeling a little uncomfortable. He was completely unaware of the private transaction between Jiang Fan and Walter, while Shivaro sat quietly next to the ancestor. Silent, his red compound eyes flashed frequently, and an emotion called suspicion emerged.
Tonight, Belloberg has already been filled with joy and happiness, leaving no room for sadness, whether it is the rock concert by Sylva, him and Cocolia, or the song performance by March Seven and Xing , all bursting out new vitality into the city, the laughter and laughter never stopped for a moment, and there was a sea of joy everywhere.
In the photo album of his mobile phone were ultra-clear 4K videos of Walter Dance and Star Dance. He silently set the encryption measures for the video and uploaded it to the ancestor's cloud database. Then he leaned back in his chair and looked at the scene illuminated by the fireworks. The night sky was in a trance.
Clara and Hook led the mole gang around Pam. The little guys were chattering wildly. They really looked like moles, but moles are animals that are born to be shady. They basked in the sun for a few times. You will die when you are young, so the Mole Party really should disband. Maybe it would be good to change it to the Sparrow Party. Their future is not Rock Town or the Lower District. There will no longer be that dark roof. Maybe it will be dark. The Lord Hook is going to be renamed the blue Lord Hook.
Perhaps this is the Beloberg he imagined. When the disaster recedes, the morning sun rises with the bright light of hope and sets sail towards the future. There is no lower area and upper area, only the residents of Beloberg, looking towards the better. Moving forward with the future, a generation will eventually grow old, but there will always be people who are young.
But the problem that Bronya and Xier will face next is the real test. The hundreds of years of accumulated conflicts between the lower and upper districts are not the pain that can be easily erased by tonight's carnival. The sobriety after the carnival Next, is the real problem they have to face. This is inevitable and an inescapable problem.
He stood up and walked through the crowded crowd to the ancestor. Looking at the silent Swaro, he suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart. After all, all the damage caused by that severe beating was transferred to Swaro. With him on his body, this guy has almost become his substitute.
He patted Swaro on the shoulder and said in a gentle tone: "Swaro, do you have the model of engine oil you want? I will go to the space station to carry two barrels for you. If it doesn't work, I will ask the researchers from the Black Tower Space Station to do it for you. How about you modify it to make it more resistant to damage?"
"Thank you, Lord Great Guardian, I have indeed felt recently that it may be the impact of aging parts." The emotion called touching flashed in Swaro's database, reaching its peak in an instant.
Jiang Fan sneered sheepishly and patted Shivaro's shoulder hard, as if he didn't say anything.
"Ancestor, please teleport me to the Black Tower Space Station." Jiang Fan looked up at the Ancestor, then looked back at Walter's fiery gaze passing through the crowd. After all, he didn't say anything, but patted the Ancestor with emotion. External armor.
The ancestor, the ancestor, raised a child for a thousand days, used the child for a while, Walter's dance black material, and earned blood...Jiang Fan thought deeply.
"Received, connected to the transition system of the Black Tower Space Station...The transition will take place in ten minutes, please wait a moment." The ancestor's blue compound eyes flashed, and the database instantly connected to the space station's system.
"Ten minutes? There is still cooling time for the space station's jump?" Jiang Fan was startled.
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The alarm bells rang leisurely in the Black Tower Space Station. Every scientific researcher passed by in a hurry, with anxious and expectant looks on their faces. The sound of dense footsteps echoed in the space station.
One minute ago, an urgent command was conveyed to the entire space station. Nine minutes and 9 seconds later, at exactly 35:1 in the morning, the lover of the legendary Black Tower Lady, the creator of the Gundam series, and the father of modern mechas , Mr. Jiang Fan, a genius scientist who was crowned as the uncrowned king of the mecha field despite having achieved a lifetime achievement, will visit the space station.
In an instant, all the scientific researchers in the space station were excited. Everyone's face was filled with disbelief and deep admiration. For this talented scholar who was dubbed the uncrowned king in the legend, they almost all listened to his discussions with him. Ms. Black Tower grew up with her epic love stories and legendary deeds.
The only achievement in his life is to reach the pinnacle field that is elusive for all mecha scholars in the universe. The man who is called a god by countless male staff members has been infatuated with Ms. Black Tower all his life. He has performed a great story and has a close relationship with Black Tower. Ms. Ta is the top figure in their respective academic fields. They can be called the famous Curies hundreds of years ago.
And in essence, Mr. Jiang Fan is also the true master of the Black Tower Space Station. Even if we put aside his epic love affair with Ms. Black Tower, the space station also has a scientific research department and production department of the Gundam system. To put it bluntly, here Even if it is renamed Jiangfan Space Station, they will think it is normal.
Although there were rumors that Mr. Jiang Fan had already died in that battle an Amber Age ago, Ms. Black Tower never agreed with that statement. Only Esta understood the original purpose of building this space station. I am looking for Mr. Jiang Fan, a man called God by countless male scholars.
For more male scholars, even if someone cracks a hundred unsolved equations and theories, it is not as shocking as a Gundam mecha. From the moment the Gundam series of mechas appeared, almost all men Synonymous with the ultimate romance, how many rich young men in the universe spend a lot of money just to get a Gundam of their dreams and personally control that machine, which is known as the ultimate romance for men.
Nowadays, every male scientific researcher in the Black Tower Space Station has an unstoppable smile on his face. Some of them sprayed perfume for the first time and arranged their appearance in the mirror, as if they were afraid of leaving a mark in Jiang Fan's eyes. bad impression.
Alan's fingers slowly passed over the long knife, staring at the mirror-like blade, gently arranging the silver-grey short hair with highlights, admiration in his eyes, and he was even thinking about whether to borrow a bottle Spray some perfume to leave a good impression in front of your idol.
At this time, there were hurried footsteps, and several members of the defense department trotted over with hurried looks, one step ahead of the sound.
"Brother! It seems...Mr. Jiang Fan is almost here, let's go there quickly!" The member of the Defense Department was holding on to the wall out of breath.
"Yes, big brother! That's a god! I grew up listening to his stories when I was born! He controlled the ancestor to guard one star alone, traveled three thousand miles alone, and used one sword to be the master of millions!"
"Brother Alan, I have prepared something good. I want Mr. Jiang Fan to know my enthusiasm!" Another member of the defense department mysteriously took out an item from behind, his face full of pride and longing. .
Alan looked at the thing in silence for a few seconds, then took it in his hand and trotted away to the elevator following the flow of people.
Chapter 69 The clock in the opposite direction
When the elevator door of the Black Tower Space Station slowly opened, Jiang Fan, wearing a white robe, stood in front of a dense crowd of people. He looked confused and confused.
In front of him was a long red cashmere carpet embroidered with gold thread. On both sides of the carpet stood scientific researchers in robes. Everyone held their heads high and put their hands in front of themselves to show respect, especially the male staff. Everyone's eyes were full of fanaticism, and he had no doubt that if he raised his arms and shouted that the sky was dead and Huang Tiandang stood up, these people would howl and rise up against him.
Especially the boy with short silver-dyed hair standing in front of the crowd, holding a white board high in his hand, on which was written in black marker 'Welcome to Black Tower Space Station—Mr. Jiang Fan', followed by a string of English words 'Welcome to Black Tower Space Station', and then a bunch of welcome words like "It is a great honor for you to be here".
When Jiang Fan glanced over, the short-haired boy became even more excited and wanted to jump up holding the whiteboard filled with welcome messages.
If Jiang Fan hadn't been very sure that he was transported here by the ancestor's jump system connected to the Black Tower Space Station, he would have thought that he had mistakenly entered a fan meeting of a big star or a red carpet of a star model's catwalk. .
Jiang Fan always felt that he should say something to ease the situation, but at this moment, he was being stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes with fanaticism and admiration. Even he was speechless, not knowing what to say. say something.
He was able to deliver a sonorous and passionate speech in front of tens of thousands of Beloberg people because he knew what he wanted to do and what the residents of Beloberg expected. But what about these people in front of him? Is it possible that I also want to raise my arms and shout for the space station?
"Without any courtesy..." Jiang Fan blurted out in confusion, saying something so bad that he could even cover his face after hearing it.
But what he thought was a bad remark received unexpected praise. All the scientific researchers on the space station nodded slightly, and the admiration and joy in their pupils did not drop by half, and even became more fanatical. Maybe in their hearts, this kind of talk The method is what makes a man called a 'god'. If he could say a kind 'Comrades, thank you for your hard work', they might still feel uncomfortable with it.
"Mr. Jiang Fan, welcome to the Black Tower Space Station. I am Esta, the director of the space station. Welcome to your arrival." Esta crossed her hands in front of her and bowed softly.
"Hello Esta, just call me Jiang Fan. Where is Black Tower?" Jiang Fan nodded slightly and stepped onto the red carpet with the admiring eyes of all the scientific researchers.
Alan in the crowd squeezed past the scientific researchers in front, held up the whiteboard and suppressed his blush, shouting silently, with a fanatical look in his pupils that Esta had never seen in her life, almost saying "I am Jiang". Fans of Fans have these 7 characters tattooed on their foreheads.
"Ms. Black Tower is waiting for your arrival in the 'Star Chasing' experiment. If you are interested in everything about the space station, I can explain to you in detail the equipment and different laboratory institutions in the space station." Esta chuckled.
"Next time, I think I will spend a lot of time on the space station. Heita has always been a person who is not willing to wait. Those waiting times often make her feel tortured." Jiang Fan shook his head lightly, looking at It was fixed on the young man holding a whiteboard and shouting silently at the front of the crowd.
His steps paused, and under Alan's dull gaze, he gently took away the whiteboard he held high, then looked at him and asked softly: "You..."
"Mr. Jiang Fan! I didn't bring a pen, but I have blood. Use my blood to sign!" Alan understood almost instantly. Although he had never chased stars, he had witnessed some female scientists on the space station. A scene of actors chasing stars.
Often when your idol takes over your paper or something that can be written on and talks to you, he or she wants to borrow a pen from you and sign for you.
Without any hesitation, he quickly pulled out the long knife, pretending to cut his fingers to provide Jiang Fan with blood for writing.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Jiang Fan quickly pulled out the Heavenly Fire pinned in his robe to block his blade, and hurriedly explained: "I have a pen, and I just want to ask what your name is."
"My...my name is Alan..." Alan pursed his lips and stared at the bright blade of the long knife thoughtfully.
"Thank you Alan, I like the atmosphere here very much. I hope to see you next time." Jiang Fan took out the black pen in his arms, wrote his name on the white board and handed it to him again.
Alan held the signature whiteboard handed over by Jiang Fan with both hands. He was still in a semi-sluggish state and could not come back to his senses for a long time. It was not until Jiang Fan and Esta's backs gradually faded away that he slowly came back to his senses.
Feeling the envious gazes coming from all directions, he became alert for a moment. He immediately pulled out a long knife and held it in front of him, carefully trotting towards the room. He wanted to frame the whiteboard and hang it on the wall as quickly as possible, and then install it. 20 surveillance cameras cover a 5-kilometer radius with 360-degree coverage without blind spots.
If anyone dares to touch the whiteboard signed by Mr. Jiang Fan, he, Alan, will let him know why the flowers are so red and let him know how powerful the space station chopper team is.
Esta walked in front and explained to Jiang Fan the information about the laboratories and various equipment along the way. Jiang Fan felt more and more every time he passed by a department that his original evaluation of the Black Tower was correct.
It would be fine if it was the Black Tower acrylic stand placed in the cockpit of the Ancestor, but almost every dozens of steps in this space station are affected by the Black Tower's own holographic influence. The key is that touching it can trigger a voice introduction. What's outrageous is that every time There is a Black Tower doll in every laboratory. What kind of nerd is this girl like now?
"Mr. Jiang Fan, the laboratory in front is the Star Chasing Laboratory. Ms. Black Tower is waiting for you inside, so I won't disturb you further." Esta stopped.
"Well, thank you for your hard work." Jiang Fan looked around and followed Esta's line of sight.
It is rare that there is no three-dimensional projection of the Black Tower around this laboratory, and there are no minifigures of the Black Tower. There are only a few potted trees planted outside the door of the laboratory, which are one-meter-high maple trees with branches. There was still a little dew on the stem, presumably because Heita had just watered it not long ago.
He stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the door. With a soft click, the door opened, and a faint blue light rushed towards his face. He stood in the beam and was stunned.
Directly opposite the door is a huge Ferris wheel. The room is filled with a faint blue starry sky. The stars are shining in mid-air and reflecting shadows in the winding river. The Ferris wheel is slowly turning. , bringing out the gorgeous light reflection, under the Ferris wheel, a figure stood there quietly looking at him from a distance.
The eyes of the two people gathered in mid-air, and the world fell silent, as if time had slowed down, and everything was being stirred by a pair of invisible hands. The hands of time turned everything back to the summer night two hundred and thirty-one years ago. The chirping of cicadas echoed between heaven and earth.
She tilted her head and smiled sweetly, showing two small tiger teeth: "Let's... go ride the Ferris wheel together..."
[She walked through all the traces of stars in the universe, traveled for two hundred and thirty-one years, and finally met him on the planet, finding the twilight that ignited her eyes when she was young... the person who should meet again , even if you go to the ends of the world, you will encounter them unexpectedly. 】
Chapter 70 Idiot
"Are you blushing? I think you don't understand at all. Come on, let me know. This piece of fabric has a very high artistic content."
"Hmm? How high?"
"It should be as high as the third or fourth floor."
The Ferris wheel rotates slowly, and along with the sound of the surging tide of the river, the cable car rises to the highest altitude. The stars shining under the night can be seen at a glance. The faint blue light casts down and shines into the cable car from the glass windows. It Infinitely magnified in the moonlight, huge shadows are cast on the undulating river.
Jiang Fan had a righteous look on his face, sitting upright and caressing Heita's Lolita dress, looking like a high-end tailor in Savile Row, London. From time to time, he would exclaim hypocritically, raised his head and asked Heita if he could take it off so that he could study it carefully. Study this exquisite stitch craftsmanship.
During the few minutes when Jiang Fan took advantage of the situation, Heita remained silent and just smiled softly. She silently looked at the quiet stars under the moonlight, the surging river and the reflection of the slowly rotating Ferris wheel. In the last few seconds, she His eyes moved to Jiang Fan, with a hint of embarrassment and anger in his eyes.
"Take your stupid hands out!"
Salty pork knuckle? Jiang Fan never thought that the word salty pig's hand could be used on himself, which was quite an insult to his personality.
"I just want to see the exquisite sewing craftsmanship, can you not be too arbitrary?" Jiang Fan pursed his lips, took his hand out from under Heita's skirt, and rubbed his nose casually, a faint fragrance filled the air. .
"You are now a qualified...qualified pervert." Heita glanced at him, "If you like, there are many socks in my room, you can..."
"Huh?" Jiang Fan was almost furious. This was already a clear insult, "Where is it? I just want to see their weaving craftsmanship..."
Heita was too lazy to pay attention to him and simply turned his head to look out the window of the cable car. The Ferris wheel was slowly moving towards the highest point. The waves of the river gently slapped on the shore, breaking into continuous powder and making continuous lapping sounds. Like the overture from a church bell tower.