Not Cold [Interstellar] - Chapter 2

Turn the universe calendar to this page of 6000 years, 0:01AM, the whole country, all people celebrate.

In the crowd, Ke Wei stood on the streets of Capital Star and kissed Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue didn’t push him away, but he didn’t deepen the kiss.

Under the sky full of fireworks, the bits and pieces of their last life drifted past Zhong Yue’s eyes like a cloud of smoke.

He thought, this life and Ke Wei met for the first time, a full ten years in advance.

When Ke Wei was twenty-seven years old, he graduated with honors from the first place in the Galactic Empire Military Academy and immediately became a key recruit for the three major legions. Zhong Yue went there personally to recruit talents, but he didn’t expect that he was the one who was evoked.

He fell in love with Ke Wei at first sight.

That year, Ke Wei looked solemn and noble, with cool eyes, standing there like an ice field rose, silent, silent, but very seductive. He has a reserved and indifferent personality, and he is even more distinct with Zhong Yue. He thought he would be able to let the prodigal son get out of trouble, but he didn’t expect to behave properly. Zhong Yue likes this and he also likes this set.

However, it was only after the two knew more about each other that their love was almost inevitable.

Zhong Yue still remembered that when Ke Wei was twenty-seven years old, the buttons on his clothes would definitely be buttoned to the top one. The expression on his face was always polite and alienated. He doesn’t wear fancy outfits, even casual clothes are formal, and the whole person is extremely reserved and abstinent.

And this 17-year-old Ke Wei surprised Zhong Yue very much. He had never seen Ke Wei wearing such revealing clothes, running out to participate in a social dance party, like a little wild cat in heat.

But only for ten years, how could the personality differ so much?

Seeing Ke Wei trembling from the cold, Zhong Yue clenched his fists and resisted the urge to hold him in his arms.

In the previous life, Ke Wei’s calculations made Zhong Yue fascinated by his calculations, and then caused him to stumble a lot. And now that Zhong Yue has seen the final outcome and relives his life, he will not make the same mistake again.

Zhong Yue has made up his mind-since he can’t get rid of Ke Wei ruthlessly, then don’t provoke him, stay away from him. Until the long time passed, my feelings for him slowly faded, and he would no longer be influenced by him.

But what if Ke Wei… took the initiative to send it to the door?

Zhong Yue’s face struggled to maintain calmness, and his heart was very tangled.

Ke Wei maintained his demeanor, braced for a whole dance, and almost lost consciousness with the cold. His feet were stiff from the cold, and he couldn’t lift up a bit. The retro streets were paved with stone bricks, and Ke Wei deliberately tripped under the raised bricks, and finally got his wish and threw himself into Zhong Yue’s arms.

At the moment when he touched his chest, Ke Wei felt Zhong Yue’s body tense suddenly, he just vacantly supported Ke Wei’s waist, and he didn’t even want to have any physical contact with him.

Ke Wei frowned, what’s wrong?

In the past, Zhong Yue used to be romantic and hug from side to side, but the famous **** has always liked to provoke flowers and has a wide range of tastes.

If a beauty throws her arms in her arms, she will never refuse to come. Even if the other party is not the type you like, he is also a gentleman of playboy, and he is considerate and considerate. Zhong Yue said nothing at all, but it was not quite right.

What’s more, Ke Wei knows the advantages of his appearance-Zhong Yue likes his appearance very much. When they were not together, Zhong Yue always stared at him for a long time and peeped, his eyes were so hot, he thought he didn’t know. .

Why is Zhong Yue… not even willing to touch him now?

In the dictionary of Zhong Yue, the prodigal son, the situation of “being in love but only being courteous” is equivalent to “I am not interested in you at all.”

How could Zhong Yue have no good feelings about him? Is it because he is too young now that Zhong Yue likes to be mature?

Ke Wei’s mood fluctuated.

He could come back for the first time, and when he was seventeen years old, Zhong Yue was still alive, and now he is standing by his side.

They could start again and fall in love again, which made him almost cry.

He told himself that Zhong Yue had no memory of their love in the last life, and he was still a stranger in his eyes.

At the reunion just now, Ke Wei looked at his eyes under the starry sky and went directly to kiss him, which was very frivolous to a person who met for the first time.

He bit his lip in embarrassment, stood a little further away in silence, keeping a little distance from Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue, who had been observing his expression in secret, saw him showing a sad expression. He endured and endured it. Finally he couldn’t help but said: “It’s too cold outside. Why don’t I buy you a drink?”

Ke Wei’s dim eyes lit up suddenly, and he nodded invisibly.

Zhong Yue wanted to slap himself as soon as he spoke.

I have made up my mind a long time ago. I want to stay away from Ke Wei in this life. If I say yes, I don’t want to provoke him anymore?

If the previous meeting can be said to be an accident, then this time, how could I easily surrender and can’t resist the beauty|temptation? When I saw Ke Weiwei’s sadness, he immediately conditioned the words of comfort and said it without thinking about it.

Zhong Yue spit on himself fiercely in his heart, his eyes wandering around, watching the fireworks in the sky and the thin snow on the ground, just not looking at Ke Wei. I’m afraid I can’t help but do something.

But just after walking for a while, Zhong Yue’s face turned black.

Even if Ke Wei wears a mask, it hides his outstanding appearance, but his clothes are really attractive. The beautiful lines of his back are gathered at the back, and his waist is long and thin. It is really… enticing.

People passing by couldn’t help but look at him.

After all, Zhong Yue took out his own coat from the space and put it on his shoulders for Ke Wei.

Ke Wei stopped, did not thank him politely from the outside, but looked up at him, his eyes shining with snow, he appeared focused and lingering.

Zhong Yue diverted his eyes in embarrassment.

Ke Wei looked at his eyes and gave Zhong Yue an illusion, as if the young man in front of him loved him deeply. Zhong Yue shook his head bitterly, not daring to let himself sink into illusion.

Fortunately, the nearest tavern had arrived, and he took a few steps forward to open the door for Ke Wei and made a “please” gesture.

The tavern has the same style as the street. It is retro-styled and antiqued in the medieval Venetian style of the earth. It is not a modern tavern that is common in the interstellar. It does not provide private and soundproofed private rooms.

All the guests in the pub sit in the lobby, enjoying the connection between people in the noisy environment.

The New Year’s Eve of the millennium was overcrowded, and Zhong Yue and Ke Wei only got seats at the bar. When the bartender came over, Zhong Yue hesitated, pretending that he didn’t know that Ke Wei was still an adult, and ordered a drink for him.

Zhong Yue took off his mask and put it in the storage space. After looking at Ke Wei for a while, the ghost and goddess took off his mask.

The lovers under the mask looked familiar as before, but they looked immature and green he had never seen before.

Seventeen years old.

For Zhong Yue, Ke Wei was too young whether he was seventeen or twenty-seven.

In the age of the universe when human science and technology are highly developed, genetic surgery can be used to stay young forever, and human life can easily reach 600 years old.

However, a person’s aptitude is inevitable related to the height he can reach in this life. Relying on perseverance, using years and time to accumulate and settle, it is possible to achieve excellent results, but with excellent qualifications, you will have extraordinary performance at a young age, and future achievements can go further.

These seedlings have been selected from an early age, and after careful cultivation and instruction, they will have a bright future.

The Imperial Higher Military Academy is a talent base for delivering fresh blood to the army. All military personnel must receive at least ten years of training in the academy, and then the academy will determine the direction of graduation based on personal abilities and ambitions. Because the number of graduates is small, the graduates of each class have received extensive attention from the military, the Holy See, and the people.

Zhong Yue was immersed in his own thinking, and was awakened by the sound of the hotel owner hitting the wall of the cup with the silver spoon in his hand. He looked over and saw the owner announcing excitedly: “Everyone, be quiet, the Pope is out!”

The bustling bar soon quieted down.

The holographic projection of the Saint Sophia Church appeared in the center of the tavern. The night lights were beautiful and picturesque. The Pope, dressed in a heavy dress, stood on the podium of the Saint Sophia Church and gave a brief but solemn prayer.

At least half of the people in the bar followed the pope’s movements and stopped their original movements, putting their hands together sincerely.

The Pope is knowledgeable and interesting, undisgusting, and does not have the habit of making long talks during the festive season. His blessing is simple and sincere, and his handsome face looks holy and sincere when he smiles: “…May the glory of the God of Creation be with you and bestow happiness and health. People of God, I wish you a happy millennium.”

The people in the tavern raised their wine glasses, clinked glasses with those they knew and did not know, and blessed in unison: “May the glory of God be with the Pope! May the glory of the God of Creation shine throughout the world!”

Ke Wei looked at the pope’s holographic projection quietly, said nothing, and drank the wine glass in his hand in a silent way, expressing his absent-mindedness at the moment in a silent way.

Zhong Yue holding the wine glass, looked at him jokingly: “Don’t you say to me,’May the Lord and God be with you’?”

Ke Wei glanced at him, lowered his eyelashes in silence, poured the wine again in a kind-hearted manner, and blessed softly: “The glory of the God of Creation is with you.”

“I wish you all the best.” Zhong Yue smiled and whispered in his ear: “But…Fuck the **** of creation, I only drink to the millennium.”

Ke Wei opened his eyes wide in surprise, and was frightened by Zhong Yue’s arrogance.

He didn’t expect Zhong Yue at this time to be so reckless—as an imperial military leader, he publicly expressed contempt for the imperial state religion to a stranger in public!

Zhong Yue kept staring at his face, Ke Wei knew that every natural and unnatural expression on his face was under his torch-like scrutiny. Ke Wei thought about it, thinking about how to answer.

But Zhong Yue let go of her gently, and went on saying: “Do you know how other civilized creatures evaluate our humans?”

“They said that our human civilization is like a cosmic joke-the power of an empire actually falls into the hands of the pope. The government depends on the binding force of religion to survive, and politics and religion are parasitic. Such a morbid system, human beings actually support it. After so many years, it has not turned into ashes in the universe. The government think tank of Anta civilization even wrote a top-secret report predicting that our human civilization will die within 300 years.”

And Zhong Yue has never been a foolish man, he has his own reason behind his actions.

What does he mean by saying these things to himself?

Ke Wei was shocked suddenly, and quickly went through all the details they had encountered since they met in his mind. Apart from his own initiative, there was nothing wrong with it.

How could he have doubts and temptations about himself?

At this time, the pope’s cold voice came from the holographic projection: “Bishop Tans is still practicing with great concentration and cannot be present. On behalf of Bishop Tans, I would like to extend my millennial blessing to you all.”

The bishop who can be absent from the ceremony and is represented by the pope himself must have a different weight. The creationists in the tavern raised their glasses again and blessed Bishop Tans.

Zhong Yue looked at the pope’s profile, and even if his heart was unbalanced, he had to admit that his opponent in the past life—the pope’s forward-looking vision and decisiveness.

For a hundred years, the Imperial Higher Military Academy has seamlessly docked with the army, sending fresh blood to the legion at any time. Zhong Yue personally goes to the selection every year to select the best seedlings for the army.

Here, he singled out the 27-year-old Ke Wei and focused his efforts on training to become a general. He was also proud that he picked an excellent student, cultivated a comrade in arms who could be compared with his own hands, and got a perfect lover.

“Since his canonization, Bishop Tans has never shown his face in front of the world.”

The Pope who rules the power has extraordinary courage. When Bishop Tans was only fifteen years old, he was able to determine his good aptitude with a clever eye, and he dared to stand against all opinions, set him up as a bishop and stay with him carefully Teach and focus on training.

In his previous life, the Pope was more than twelve years earlier.

Zhong Yue looked at Ke Wei who was sitting next to him. No one in the bar knew that the bishop Tans who they were toasting was the lover sitting next to him.

Zhong Yue thought, was it himself the topic of “Mgr Tans” in his previous life?