The solar system is broken

Crunch~crunch~

Old film machine, turning forward, reading the effects.

Black and white spots danced across the screen, making a sizzling noise.

The memories are playing backwards again.

"江さん(Mr. Jiang)," a pair of hands waved in front of the writer.

"Sorry, I was distracted," the writer's eyes returned to focus, and his eyes fell on the woman in front of him.

Sichuan Yuan Nanako changed into a Chinese red cheongsam, half-length embroidery, reflecting a half-pink face.

The body curve is very soft, the legs are very long, and the style is big...that's all.

"Is it because of me?" Wink.

"No," said bluntly, "I was thinking about something..."

"like me..."

"no."

"That also includes other women, obscene, perverted, and light novel male protagonists..."

The writer shook his head, unmoved, "You are not attractive enough to me."

This is a remote meadow.

The green grass is as high as half the waist.

The soft grass leaves were blowing in the breeze, tickling my fingertips.

The smell of earth mixed with flowers and plants filled the nostrils.

He tightened the bag in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the distant sky.

The stars were shining brightly, and the evening breeze blew gently on his face. The hair on his forehead swayed in the wind, and the scar on his forehead was very clear.

He didn't wear glasses, and no one has seen him wearing glasses since that incident.

Tu tu tu tu~

The sound of helicopter blades beating the air came from the sky.

A dark dot was approaching little by little in the distance.

"Hey~ What kind of girl do you like?"

"I don't like girls," the writer's eyes were full of stars, with a cold feeling.

"That means you like me," Kawa Yuan folded his hands on his chest and leaned in gently.

The writer wants to hide.

But his head suddenly didn't want to move away and stood straight there.

"Um?"

"Hmm," a soft touch on the cheek.

What was originally a play has become reality.

Chuanyuan ran away~

Covering his face.

Kawahara is actually very thin-skinned, and his boldness is nothing more than pretentious.

The writer watched dully as the woman ran away without making any move. In fact, he didn't know what to do at this time.

The policeman stood up from the grass in the distance and waved the thing in his hand.

"hey-hey!"

"Haha~"

"Don't be so heartless~" the policeman put the same black bag on his body, "I think you are quite suitable."

"Is it appropriate? But I don't even understand what love is~"

what is love?

Francis Bacon said that this kind of thing has extremely strong permeability, whether it is a tightly guarded altar or an open heart, it can penetrate one by one. Love makes people impulsive and collapses people's judgment. It is a kind of

Absolutely silly thrills.

Although I can't completely believe such a family's words.

But looking at these effects, we can come to the conclusion that love can make people blind. The writer feels that he is not blind when facing Kawahara, so this is most likely not love.

But other emotions.

"Love?" The policeman smiled, "In fact, it's rare to find love in marriage."

Tu tu tu tu~

The helicopter's indicator light kept flashing. Its altitude was lowered little by little.

The strong air current tore apart his clothes.

The hairs one by one turned into steel needles in the air flow.

The helicopter tilted forward and landed overhead, its stand gently touching the ground.

The soft soil sank with just a slight touch.

The door of the helicopter opened, and the soldier wore earmuffs and smiled as if they were saying hello.

Jump down in one step.

The soldier wore a combat uniform, holding a fully automatic rifle half-slung on his shoulder, a pistol on his calf, and a grenade on his right chest. This was a standard combat attire.

A soldier is a real soldier.

"Hi_boy~" The soldier was in a good mood and spread his arms from a distance, ready to hug the writer.

This time there was no one to hinder his movement. He turned sideways and perfectly avoided the soldiers' enthusiasm.

The soldier laughed loudly, "A man who doesn't understand romance~"

The policeman had goosebumps all over his body, "In our place, we usually call him gay."

"Really?!" the soldier touched his nose curiously.

"Of course~" The policeman hugged himself and nodded.

"You are lying to me, dear Yi." The soldier knew micro-expressions, and the policeman's actions just now betrayed him, "The corners of your mouth are raised and your eyebrows are raised. This is a sign of lying~"

"Ah~ Also, we only say "honey" between father and son," after a haha, the police decided to take advantage.

The soldier glanced sideways at the policeman and said, "Really? Son~"

Rub~

"You foreigner, you haven't compensated our police station yet!" The policeman has been talking about the cameras recently.

Say this to get angry.

"Major, we don't have time~" came a strong male voice from the pager on his left chest.

"Okay~sniper~" the soldier replied perfunctorily, tilting his head.

Then he took the bag from the writer's hand, tilted his head and said, "Let's go~"

The policeman stretched out his hand and handed the bag over. The soldier responded by rolling his eyes and treating him differently.

"Where to go?" the writer asked slowly.

"We'll find out when we get there." The soldier threw his bag onto the helicopter and climbed up in one step.

He knelt down and stretched out his hand to grab the writer.

The writer pushed the soldier's hand away, pressed his elbow on the cabin door, put one leg up and rolled around in the cabin.

The policeman jumped up in one stride. Such a height was nothing to the policemen.

Boom~ The plane shook when he stepped on it.

The writer stood up in embarrassment and patted the dust off his knees.

When he raised his head, directly in front of him, there was a red figure looking up at the writer.

It's Sichuan.

She seemed to want to say something.

But the churning sound of the huge helicopter blades blocked the weak sound waves and made it inaudible.

The helicopter is rising~

He saw the bright red embedded in the green.

The wind blows.

Fireflies, fly up.

Round and round, it keeps getting bigger and bigger.

A pale yellow light spread across the earth.

Dots of stars are floating in that remote world.

Float, float.

A girl raised her head and looked up, raised her arms high, and walked away.

The writer's heart, thump~thump~

Uncontrolled impulse.

Is this... no... maybe it is. The writer is very entangled with this feeling and doesn't know how to define it.

"Clang~" The door closed.

The soldier interrupted the writer's endless imagination.

Disappointment~

The writer curled his lips.

"Let me introduce, this is our sniper," the soldier pointed at the helicopter pilot in the front row.

The pilot just nodded in understanding.

"The world's longest accurate sniper holder is 5,034 meters, currently in service with the Space Force Ground Defense Force~"

"It is also the long-range fire support for our operation~"

The writer has no feeling for this sniper, after all, he has nothing to do with it.

"We specially invite you to participate in this operation," the soldier handed over two magnetic cards.

On the card handed to the writer, there were only two Chinese characters "writer" on the front, which was a code name. On the back was an icon of the United Nations, a special personnel of the Space Force Ground Defense Force.

As for the police card, there is no big difference, just the code number is different.

"What are we going to do?"

"I'll tell you when I get there~"

It's this sentence again, the information is not equal, they don't trust the writers and the police.

The protruding blades constantly make noisy noises.

The noise reduction of the armed helicopter is really poor, and there is no sense of experience at all.