All Stars Are My Food Fans

She found herself suddenly missing Mosi.

Missing really formed a tide at an unknown moment, rushing towards him.

...

Jiang Qiuqiu didn't know if Mosi was busy at this point, so she tentatively sent a message to him. If Mosi didn't pick up, she wouldn't call.

If you pick it up, you can talk.

She didn't answer the communication messages she sent two days ago, and only replied a few messages at a chaotic time.

He's been a little busy lately.

But in the official media concerned, there is no report on the front line.

The thoughts traveled far, and after a few beeps, the communication was actually connected.

Jiang Qiuqiu sent a video communication.

In the federal star or evening, the sky is still bright, but the polar star has no daylight. In the video, Mo Si is sitting in the battleship. In the window behind the ship, there is a vast sea of ​​green stars.

"Moss!"

"Qiuqiu." His expression was slightly soft, but no matter how soft, it was hard to hide the tiredness on his face.

Mo Si is also very annoying. I don't know what happened this year. After the Zerg woke up, they were extremely sensitive. Before the most exciting time in previous years, the Zerg tried their best to expand outward.

Behind the polar region is the Federal Galaxy. How can such a place allow star killers to enter, and all soldiers drive mechas and swear to resist.

High-tech weapons, powerful individual soldiers, and tacit cooperation make every battle a victory.

But humans and insects are different after all.

Those things don't seem to be tired or painful, but people get tired.

The three shifts fell in a row, leaving the station in batches, and Mosi commanded every field. Rao was a 3s-level powerhouse like him, and he couldn't resist it.

But now the second-in-command has not come, and the general who can take care of the battlefield has not arrived yet, so he can only carry it in front.

"Qiuqiu, is today the weekend? Are you on vacation? Are you wandering in the stars?"

"Well, now, have you eaten the food parameters I sent you before?"

"I ate it, it tastes good, I like it very much."

It's a pity that the only thing he gave was a string of data. Jiang Qiuqiu looked worried, "Can you receive food over there? Can I send you some food?"

"It's not convenient yet."

There is no arrangement either.

"Where's Qiuqiu, how has your practice been recently?"

"It's still the same as before." Jiang Qiuqiu spoke quickly, "I just got on the simulated medium-sized mecha, and I'll see if I can go around the real mecha in a week."

"Qiuqiu's progress is too fast." Mo Si also praised.

"Yeah, my progress is so fast, maybe I'll be able to drive around in a medium mecha when you come back."

"I'm looking forward to seeing this."

Homely words are on the lips of the two of them, as if they never get tired of saying them.

Jiang Qiuqiu looked at him for a long time and asked, "Has the news of your frontline been broadcast by the media recently? I didn't even see you."

"There is no advantage in the current war, and it is generally not broadcast."

The official media is the mouthpiece of the superior, and generally only broadcasts good news or bad news, either a great victory or a great defeat.

If it is not up or down, it is generally not said. The constant broadcast of the stalemate fighting state is not good for the hearts of the army and the people.

"Is that so..."

"Then when do you go to school? Do you go by name? Or tonight? If you go at night, you have to leave earlier, and the stars are far away—"

Tens of thousands of light-years away, he still babbles.

But before the words were finished, there were some noisy human voices and the sound of the siren. Mo Si's voice was suddenly cut off, intermittently, Jiang Qiuqiu turned on the amplifier, and finally heard only one sentence: "If you have something to do, don't read it. I go first!"

After that, the communication was cut off.

The smile on Jiang Qiuqiu's face froze.

...

The happy mood seemed to disappear just like that.

In the suspension car, Jiang Qiuqiu looked into the distance from the window. He was so strong, he had never lost a battle or lost in twenty years.

But--

Still worried and confused.

Is this thinking?

The long-distance couple couldn't help but miss their love. Every moment he went out, she was worried.

This feeling really sucks.

In the communication records of the two, the last sentence was sent by Jiang Qiuqiu. It was the sentence she added after the communication was interrupted: It's safe to send me a message.

Sometimes I have more contact with the military. I read some news, Douyin, and social media. I really have to sigh, it is difficult to be a military wife.

Sometimes my mother went out to buy soy sauce and didn't come back for ten minutes. I was very worried about whether something was wrong. When I was a military wife, every time my husband was on a mission, I was afraid.

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