Marshal’s Cannon Fodder Spouse [Transmigration]

Although it is still holiday time, with the end of the celebrations on Interstellar Day, the Yetian Empire Mecha Research Institute has also reached the time to collect the holiday. But what is strange is that Duan Hengye did not rush back to work in the first time as before.

On the contrary, Su Mingge received news from Duan Hengye just after returning to the courtyard. Duan Hengye told Su Mingge that he had encountered something and would delay returning to the research institute by one to two days.

Duan Hengye is not a person who will be absent from work for no reason. After receiving the news, although Su Mingge was puzzled, he temporarily took over the work in the courtyard. However, after hearing this later, the staff of the Institute couldn't help but speculate-what happened to Duan Hengye?

As everyone knows, it's not just Duan Hengye, even Meng Jinhuai, who is called an "interstellar worker", temporarily handed over his work to the two generals.

Only a few people in the entire interstellar knew that a very special guest was welcomed in the Marshal's Mansion on the Southern Stars on this day.

At ten o'clock in the morning standard time of the Southern Stars, Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai were already waiting early in a tea room in the Marshal's residence. With the passage of time a little bit, in order to suppress the little tension in my heart that is hard to ignore. After Duan Hengye sat for a long time, he suddenly couldn't help fiddling with the tea set on the table.

I have practiced for many years in the previous life. Even though I have changed a shell now, Duan Hengye's movements are still as smooth as a peer. And after seeing Duan Hengye's movements, Meng Jinhuai's eyes also brought some appreciation.

Just when Duan Hengye poured the tea into the cup, the door of this tea room finally opened.

An old man in a gray jacket with a cane stood at the door. As the door opened, Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai also got up from the sofa, and then walked to the door to meet him.

The visitor is no stranger. He is the retired old reporter who appeared on the test flying star a while ago.

"Old Yan, I'm sorry to call you all the way over." After Meng Jinhuai walked over, she said a little sorry while shaking hands with him.

After hearing Meng Jinhuai's words, Mr. Yan smiled and shook his head and said, "I'm not sorry. It's my honour for Master Marshal to invite me to the military headquarters." After speaking, Duan Hengye also said. He stepped forward and shook hands with Yan Lao and said, "Good morning, please sit down first."

"Okay, thank you Professor Duan." The old man sat on the sofa at Duan Hengye's invitation. After seeing the tea already brewed on the table, he raised his head and glanced at Duan Hengye with some surprise, and then asked, "Is Professor Duan making this tea?"

Duan Hengye froze for a while after being asked, then nodded and said, "Yes."

Old Yan slowly picked up the tea cup, then took a sip and said, "It tastes good. Remember... When Professor Duan was very young, the Research Institute held an active mech display event. At that time, I had the honor to be The reporter went to report and was invited by your parents to chat for a while." When he spoke, he smiled and raised his head slightly, as if he was caught up in memories of the past.

It is said that Yan Lao is only recalling a very common episode of the past, but after hearing what he said, Duan Hengye became nervous again.

Sure enough, Elder Yan continued: "At that time, you also came out to make tea. I didn't expect that Professor Duan, who has been busy working for so many years, hadn't forgotten the previous tea art." There are not many people who know the tea ceremony on StarCraft, so That year Duan Hengye made tea for himself was written down by Yan Lao.

Although Duan Hengye had already realized something about the badge on Tichostar, his heart sank when he heard Yan Lao talk about "self" when he was a child. . However, because there was a little psychological preparation, Duan Hengye's expression still hadn't changed much after hearing Elder Yan suddenly mention it.

He nodded to Old Yan, and then calmly said: "Yes, although I have not forgotten, but it has been a long time since I practiced."

However, the slight emotional changes in Duan Hengye could not escape Meng Jinhuai's eyes.

After seeing this scene, Meng Jinhuai immediately brought the topic back. "Old Yan, I really don't want to conceal it. This time we suddenly invited you to Nan Zhuxing. There is something to ask you." Meng Jinhuai's expression was a little serious, and after seeing his appearance, Yan also sat down immediately. Straighten up, and then listened to Meng Jinhuai's words seriously.

After all, as a reporter all his life, Yan Lao is a very smart person who knows how to perceive things. Meng Jinhuai didn't directly clarify their purpose of inviting Old Yan to the Southern Stars this time, but after hearing a few simple words from Master Marshal, he vaguely guessed the purpose of the other party.

After Meng Jinhuai's words fell, Yan Lao took a sip of tea, and then slowly leaned against the back of the sofa. He was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking. When the hot tea on the table was a little bit warm, Yan Lao finally spoke slowly: "Think about it, the old marshal and I, Jin Huai's father, should have known each other for the longest time... "

Old Yan glanced at Meng Jinhuai, and then continued: "When I met him, I was already a war reporter, but the old marshal had just entered the legion. At that time, he hid his identity and background, just like all soldiers. Charge into battle." Just like the royal family, in the book "Dumping Interstellar", the Southern Stars are also passed down from generation to generation by a large family.

It was different from Meng Jinhuai, who was exposed to everyone since he was a child and inherited the military headquarters at a young age. In his early years, his father had been practicing in the military under a pseudonym, without revealing his true identity.

"...But because of his outstanding mental power and his repeated combat merits, I chose him for interviews among all the soldiers." At this point, Yan Lao's face also showed a proud look. After all, as a journalist, it is indeed a matter of life to be proud of to be able to discover and interview a certain big person in the future when he is still young and young.

During the conversation, Duan Hengye couldn't help but cast his sight on Meng Jinhuai. I saw that Meng Jinhuai was very serious at this time, and when Yan Lao spoke, the corners of his mouth could not help but raised a shallow arc. Although Duan Hengye had crossed over halfway, he had also heard about the old marshal. For example, he knew from Yu Xinlan that Meng Jinhuai's father was a very serious person, and he treated his only son with extraordinary harshness.

In fact, it is not difficult to imagine that in the short ten-year time spent with the old marshal, Meng Jinhuai may never have had a good communication with him. After all, before Meng Jinhuai could understand the age of the old marshal, he had disappeared in his son's life because of the war...

Suddenly hearing someone mention a young father he had never met before, Meng Jinhuai's eyes became soft.

Having said this, Old Yan suddenly smiled and turned to Duan Hengye and said, "Oh, yes, Professor Duan's parents and I met in the mecha research quiz. At that time, they were only students, better than you. All young now."

Hearing that, Duan Hengye also remembered that when Yan Lao saw him for the first time, the other party said that he and his mother were more like things.

After speaking, Mr. Yan looked at Meng Jinhuai again, and then continued to recall: "Later on, I often reported some news about the military in those years, so I often contacted Master Marshal's father. That's also the case. A while ago... it was almost when he was about to marry your mother. In an event of the Imperial Youth Seminar nature, I only knew his identity a little earlier than Interstellar."

"Oh, that's right!" The old man suddenly raised his tone, and then patted his knee with his palm very happily. He smiled and said to Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai: "It is also very fateful! It was also the event, I Only then did I know that the four young people whom I have always admired before—that is, your parents, have known each other a long time ago and are still friends.

As an excellent journalist who has read countless people, Yan Lao has always been very satisfied with his ability to discern talents. So when he recalled the young man he had been optimistic about before, he was particularly excited. This beautiful memory made Old Yan excited, but unlike the way he was a little excited after falling into the memory, Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai fell silent after involuntarily looking at each other.

Duan Hengye is okay, after all, he still lacks many memories of his youth.

But Meng Jinhuai is different.

Marshal-sama's memory has always been very good, but no matter how he recalls, he can't find a memory that his parents and Duan Hengye's parents have known for a long time. He always knew that Yan Lao knew himself and Duan Hengye's parents separately. But I don't know that there is a relationship of "friends" between my parents.

It stands to reason that as the top researchers of the Imperial Army and the top researchers of the Academy, it is strange that they don't know each other. But before today, Meng Jinhuai had never known that his parents and Duan Hengye's parents had met so early.

The life span of people in the interstellar age is very long, unlike Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai, who are considered young and famous. When their parents really have a name on the interstellar, they are already in their 40s or 50s. It stands to reason. They know it should be at that age.

And Yan Lao's words pushed time forward one more step-and directly pushed the old marshal to the time when he was incognito.

Seeing Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai did not respond for a long time, Yan Lao also realized that something was wrong. He sat up straight again, then took a look at Meng Jinhuai and said solemnly: "Marshal Lord, do you have any questions about what I said just now?"

Yan Lao was considered Meng Jinhuai's old friend, and after hearing the other party's question, the Marshal did not make any further confusion. He asked directly: "Can you continue to tell the story between my parents and Ah Heng's parents?"

Hearing that, Old Yan nodded silently, then took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, "I didn't ask about the specifics, but I heard...some of them seemed to have met from a mecha research activity. At that time, the empire was the most chaotic. Although the royal family was low-key, its hidden strength was greater than it is now. Young people like your parents, although they had not yet reached the upper echelons of the empire, they were vaguely able to Feeling a little bit of wind. So although they look at peace, there is a kind of blood in your heart that your generation can't understand."

Recently, Duan Hengye took advantage of his spare time to make up a lesson in empire history. So now he knows that in his parents' generation, although the empire's internal and external troubles are more serious than it is now, because the military and other forces have not completely risen, the imperial family's control range is actually larger than it is now.

Duan Hengye hardly remembers the parents of the original owner, but Meng Jinhuai is different. In his impression, his parents always seem to be indifferent and alienated. Today is the first time that he heard someone use the word "hot blood" to describe his parents.

"They were very congenial, and the relationship has been good since then..." In those little-known years, the story of Duan Hengye's parents was not recorded by Xingwang. Because time has passed too long, Yan Lao's memory is also a little blurred. However, this morning, he was still sipping tea while slowly telling Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai the stories of the young people who had passed away.

Listen and listen, Duan Hengye slowly bends down. He put his hands on his knees involuntarily, and then he held his chin and looked at Yan Lao. From Yan Lao's sporadic and intermittent memories, Duan Hengye probably sketched a complete story in his mind.

In the early years, the little-known teenagers became friends because of their common ambitions, but as their strength gradually increased-especially after Meng Jinhuai's father became a marshal. They began to feel the suspicion and suspicion of the empire, and in order not to affect each other, the young people who had been close to each other in the past gradually began to avoid suspicion after their achievements. After all, they all know that both the Research Institute and the Southern Stars have been monitored by the royal family.

Duan Hengye can understand this approach, after all, the relationship between the military and the Mecha Research Institute is too special. As a royal family with some rights, they will pay special attention to the relationship between the two parties. It is conceivable that if it weren't for being an undercover undercover who had been brainwashed for many years and was under control, the royal family would not let himself marry Meng Jinhuai easily.

In fact, despite the passage of decades, the marriage between the original owner and Meng Jinhuai is still a symbol of the royal family's monitoring of the military. If it weren't for Duan Hengye's "variable", what they did was really successful...

Let's go back to that year, because it was convenient for both parties to avoid suspicion since they gradually reached the apex of the imperial pyramid. Later, except for people like Yan Lao who knew them in their early years, and the royal family who had been paying attention to them, almost no one knew that the senior officials of the Institute and the Marshal's Mansion were actually old friends.

...

Speaking of this, Yan Lao's eyebrows become deeper and deeper. He took a big puff of cigarette, then took a look at Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai, then finally asked as if he understood something, "Could it be that you don't know?"

Meng Jinhuai did not speak, but quietly nodded. After a while, he said to Old Yan: "I don't know if they have known each other in private, or are friends."

Although Meng Jinhuai's reaction can be seen from the conversation just now, he did know very little about his father's back then. But after hearing Meng Jinhuai directly said that he had no idea that they had known each other in private, Yan Lao still showed an expression of inconceivable blessing. Then he turned and glanced at Duan Hengye.

Although there is no memory of childhood, from Meng Jinhuai's reaction, Duan Hengye can probably think that his parents should never talk about their relationship. So under Yan Lao's gaze, Duan Hengye nodded silently...

In the process of recalling, Yan Lao had smoked more than a dozen cigarettes without realizing it. Although the ventilation device in this tea room is very good, but after a while, the smell of smoke still remains in the room.

Old Yan slowly shook his head and said: "The relationship between their early years was really good. Although I have always known that they deliberately appeared strange to the outside world for the development of the military and research institutes. But it is really true. Unexpectedly, they would not even tell their children..."

Probably because of old age, after sighing this sentence, Elder Yan couldn't help but chat with Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai about a few trivial things when they got along with their parents. Although those things are not helpful to the ongoing investigation, it can be seen from them that the relationship between them is indeed as good as Yan Lao said.

...

After lunch, Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai sent away Old Yan. Although Lao Yan's clue was basically over, they did not continue to work in the afternoon, but returned to the tea room in the morning.

After sitting down, Meng Jinhuai was silent for a while, and then directly said to Duan Hengye: "I think the accident at the research institute may 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 Yan Lao's words in the morning, he was actually able to guess that at the same time that he was no longer in contact on the surface, the private cooperation between the Academy and the military department should be deeper than he knew before. As for them not telling themselves and Meng Jinhuai these things, I am afraid they are also worried that if the children are involved, it will cause unnecessary trouble to their future.

During this period Hengye picked up the teacup made of sapphire on the table. While playing with the teacup in his hand subconsciously, he said to Meng Jinhuai: "After I return to the research institute, I will carefully check the previous experimental records... As long as the information is not completely destroyed, even if only a trace is left, I will restore it."

"Recovering data" in Duan Heng's night talk is simple, but Meng Jinhuai knows how difficult it is. But looking around, perhaps only the person in front of him can do such a thing.

"Thanks for your hard work, Aheng." Meng Jinhuai said.

Perhaps it was the reason why I heard Yan Lao tell the story for a long time this morning. Meng Jinhuai's temperament was unexpectedly soft. Hearing him say this, Duan Hengye was a little embarrassed. But before he could continue to say anything, Meng Jinhuai spoke again: "By the way, Ah Heng, do you still remember the day when the accident happened?"

After hearing Meng Jinhuai's question, Duan Hengye couldn't help but stunned. Except for the memory of the "badge", he hardly has any memory before the experiment accident. So after hearing Meng Jinhuai's question, Duan Hengye reflexively shook his head.

But at this moment, Duan Hengye suddenly felt that a certain part of his brain, which was originally in a blank state, suddenly appeared in pieces.

Duan Hengye suddenly recalled what happened back then! Although it's just a little fuzzy picture.

Meng Jinhuai saw that Duan Hengye, who was shaking his head lightly, suddenly widened his eyes. His hands stretched subconsciously, and the tea cup that was originally pinched in his palm also fell to the ground, and then hit the floor, breaking into countless pieces. Piece.

But the sound of the cup breaking did not attract Duan Hengye's attention. Duan Hengye slowly said to himself: "Their office is not in the research institute building, but is separated. I am young. At that time, I stayed in the outer part of the office almost every day. Sometimes they study by themselves, sometimes they will come to me to answer some mecha-related questions." Duan Hengye said, his eyes slowly Squinted. His expression involuntarily took on a bit of pain, as if he was exhausting memories.

Meng Jinhuai wanted to interrupt Duan Hengye, but the other party shook his head as if he knew what he wanted to do.

Duan Hengye continued: "That day...as usual, I was there reading a book, and then there was a loud noise not far away. Then I saw that their office suddenly emitted a burst of blue light, and then half of the wall was covered. It melted away—one of the mechas suddenly lost control and started attacking the house. That was the last picture I saw before I fell into a coma..." Said this, Duan Hengye couldn't help but stretch out his hand and press his temple heavily.

I don't know if it has anything to do with the recovery of this memory, but Duan Hengye's temple came with bursts of tingling. He couldn't help but shook his head laboriously, then raised his head and said to Meng Jinhuai, "...I can only remember so much."

Just as Duan Hengye finished speaking, the sofa next to him suddenly sank. Before Duan Hengye could react, he fell into a familiar embrace. Meng Jinhuai gently hugged Duan Hengye in his arms, then lowered his voice, and whispered to Duan Hengye in a tone that seemed to be telling a bedtime story: "Okay, don't think about it. You believe me ?"

Although I don't know why Meng Jinhuai suddenly asked, Duan Hengye nodded slightly.

"Well, you just have to give me time and I will find the answer." Meng Jinhuai promised, and then he stretched out his hand to slowly draw a bunch of Duan Hengye's hair behind his ears. The marshal said: "If you don't want to remember things, forget them completely."