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    The loss of basic data forced Luoyang to be manipulated like a puppet on strings. Taking advantage of Luoyang's opportunity to bring back the "Knife" design data from Meklin, how could Yuan Yue not make good use of him?  But the mecha master has the most say in "Knife".

    "Take a rest first." Watching Luoyang come out of the mecha and walk out of the training room, the "senior" threw him a bottle of water, "Your basic skills are really good."

    "Hehe." Luoyang unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, smiled, and didn't answer.

    "It's really not a compliment. I haven't eaten pork, and I haven't seen a pig running?" The senior seemed to want to emphasize that he had come into contact with a lot of mecha masters, but think about it, Luoyang had just been asked to control the "knife" and run.  When I say this now, I feel a little embarrassed: "Uh, that's not very appropriate."

    Wanting to ease the embarrassment, the senior turned around and said, "Hu Die, what do you think, this junior is pretty good."

    "Yeah." Hu Die snickered at the side. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Junior is very good."

    "I'll do a few more groups later, and I'll basically have all the data here." The senior patted Luoyang on the back and said, "If possible, I'll find Professor Yuan Yue and write you a letter of thanks."

    "Thank you." Luoyang smiled and nodded.

    "It should be." The senior is actually very grateful to Luoyang. The collection of basic data is extremely boring and arduous work. Sometimes it even requires the mecha master to repeat an action multiple times to verify the stability and stability of each part of the mecha under specific conditions.  Whether the parameters comply with the design plan and whether there is any possibility of improvement.  The active mecha divisions are not willing to cooperate with their work, and more mecha trainees from military academies do so.  But mecha masters always have a sense of superiority at the top of the food chain. After all, not everyone can become a mecha master.  Even a cadet who is a sergeant.  Facing him, a researcher with the rank of second lieutenant.  Also very confident.

    But this junior is different. He always smiles and never puts on airs.  It's always what you say and what he does. Sometimes he even takes the initiative to ask for a repeat for a more standard mecha maneuver combination. The people in the research room have been tossing him a lot these days.  All the senior can do is send a thank-you letter in the name of the laboratory so that the junior can be assigned to a better mecha unit after graduation.

    "Major Luoyang." The door of the training room was pushed open, and the confidential secretary walked in: "I heard Professor Yuan Yue said you are here." There was silence in the training room for an instant.  Many pairs of eyes stared at his face.

    The confidential secretary felt a little confused, but still said: "The minister and professor have approved your leave."

    "Major? What major?" The senior said to himself, shook his head, looked around, and said in his heart: "They are all colleagues I know, how can they That's not right!"

    The senior turned his head slowly, looked at Luoyang, and asked cautiously: "You haven't asked for advice yet?"

    "Luoyang." Luoyang stood up with a smile, nodded to Hu Die, turned and left, not forgetting to leave a sentence before leaving: "Don't forget the thank you letter."

    Wait for Luoyang to walk out of the training room.  The senior looked at Hu Die, "Do you know each other?"

    "I know." Hu Die affirmed.

    "Then why didn't you tell me!" The senior was going crazy.  The second lieutenant patted the major on the shoulder and praised him for doing a good job. Isn't this a joke?

    "You didn't even ask." Hu Die spread his hands, "otherwise, who do you think wrote the paper "Research on Practical Improvement" that Professor Yuan Yue gave you?" Finally, Hu Die emphasized: "I am better than him.  I studied with Professor Yuan Yue first, so I call him junior, there is nothing wrong with that."

    It was said to be a vacation, but in fact it was the period from afternoon to evening. Luoyang still went to visit the repair shop. Now it has been transformed into a civilian wafer supply station. It is no longer what it was before. In a few years, who will still be there?  Do you remember that there was a cripple who "opened a black shop" there?

    The world is so unpredictable.

    And when Luoyang walked on the familiar road of the orphanage again, he found that the potholes and mud had long disappeared, and the land was now wide and flat.  Looking up, we can see that the welfare home is no longer as well repaired as Luoyang's 200,000 yuan back then.

    Pushing open the courtyard door, the setting sun in Dongyuan shines mottled through the greenery. The original open space has now been decorated with various outdoor equipment like a small playground. The children are laughing and playing, welcoming the arrival of Dongyuan night.  .

    "Luoyang!" Uncle He saw Luoyang pushing the door in from a distance, walked forward quickly, and said cheerfully: "When did you come back?"

    "Uncle He, we just arrived."

    "It's okay here." Uncle He looked at the children playing with a happy smile on his face, but when he took a look at Luoyang's ordinary casual clothes, his face suddenly fell.  "It's not what Uncle He said about you. Although you can make money now because you are in a certain school, you can't afford the clothes you buy for the welfare home."?¡±

    Luoyang felt inexplicable at first, but then he suddenly understood.  "What Ji Ling said?"

    "Yeah." Uncle He nodded, "When she was in Dongyuan, she came here often. She said that you were an officer and could make money. She gave a lot to the welfare home for repairs."

    "Yes, yes." Luoyang smiled and comforted Uncle He: "I am alone, it doesn't take much." But in his heart, he was grateful for Ji Ling's attentiveness. She shouldn't have to worry about these things.

    "You can't say that. You have to save some money to get married as soon as possible. You can't delay the girl's family." Uncle He has a very good impression of Ji Ling.

    "Yes, yes." Luoyang nodded, his eyes already drifting to the side.

    "Go, inside." Uncle He knew what Luoyang was looking at, pointed to the small room on the side, and said with a smile: "The old lady is screwed, she has to live in this small room. What can I eat?"

    "White porridge, just like Eminem." Luoyang walked over, only to see Eminem coming out from a distance.

    ¡°Come quickly, come quickly.¡± When Eminem saw Luoyang, he smiled happily and waved quickly.  As Eminem is getting old, he is already shaky even when walking while holding on to the wall, with his toes tiptoeing lightly.

    "Amu." Luoyang hurriedly stepped forward and helped Eminem into the house and sit down.

    "Why do you live in such a small house? The welfare home has been expanded, so you should" Luoyang trailed off, and Eminem waved his hand: "There are more children, and some are from other places." Luoyang heard this.  He was silent, of course he knew where the extra child came from.  Norton Line, Meckling, war is an efficient manufacturing tool for orphans. This is how he came to Dongyuan, but what can he do in such a big environment.

    "Be careful." Uncle He brought over two bowls of white porridge and a small plate of pickles.  "It's not enough."

    Luoyang picked up a bowl of white porridge, stirred it carefully with a spoon, blew the heat away, and handed it to Eminem.  Eminem took it with slightly trembling hands, looked at Luoyang and said lovingly: "You can eat it too."

    Luoyang nodded, picked up another bowl and drank, took a mouthful of pickles, and frowned. Uncle He might have put too much salt in it.  Just thinking of this, Luoyang suddenly felt a little sad. It wasn't that Uncle He put too much salt, but that Eminem was old and her sense of taste had deteriorated. Dishes with insufficient salt could no longer arouse her taste buds and appetite.  Luoyang silently ate the extremely salty pickles and drank the white porridge without daring to make a sound. When Amu heard someone stumbling over food, he would hit someone with his chopsticks.

    "You remember that little brat who came in after you, right?" After drinking the porridge, Eminem started to talk more and more.

    "Remember."

    "I came back with my wife a few days ago." Eminem sat on the armchair, smiling and patting his legs with his hands, "I bought a house in Dongyuan, and in a few years I will give birth to a big fat boy."

    "Well, it's pretty good." Luoyang responded to Eminem with a smile.  In this way, Luoyang just listened quietly to Eminem's memories alone, occasionally adding a few words.

    "And the one who came with you." Eminem seemed to be recalling something, and shook his head after a while, "I don't remember the name. He gave me some food a few days ago, but I couldn't eat it." Eminem opened his mouth.  The mouth, without any teeth, smiled self-deprecatingly.

    "I'll buy you something to eat."

    "Okay." Eminem patted the back of Luoyang's hand, paused for a moment, and said, "Have I ever told you about Xiaopidun'er's wife?"

    "No." Luoyang shook his head, "surprised": "He is married?"

    "No." Eminem smiled happily, "In a few years, they will have a big fat boy."

    "That's a good feeling." Luoyang can't remember how many times Eminem repeated the same story, but every time the story was narrated, it was the first time Luoyang heard about it. That kind of surprise and joy was timely for Eminem to see.  You will be very proud and happy.

    There is nothing happier than watching the children you have taken care of grow up and start a family.

    "You, too, want to get married to that Ji Yatou as soon as possible."

    "Okay, get married."

    "Hold on, you don't know it yet, the little brat is already married."

    "Huh? Really?"

    Uncle He was leaning against the wall not far away, listening to the conversation between the old and the young, and suddenly wiped the corners of his eyes.  "Damn flies, they flew into my eyes." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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