Wu ZiMo didn't know that he had reviewed Master Marshal's favorability again, remembering that Rocal seemed to have sent an email to Scott just before he left, and asked curiously.
"What did Rocal send you before he left?" They were all face to face, and sent emails? Isn't this fun?
Wu ZiMo didn't know what kind of e-mail Rocal had just sent, and Scott's eyes darkened when he was in a good mood.
"Scott?"
The change in Scott's eyes was so obvious that Wu ZiMo, who was standing next to Scott, could not see it. When I spoke again, my voice became much lower, and he was cautious, "Did something happen?"
Scott didn't have any preparation, and said directly: "It is the casualty report of this battle."
"..."
Scott's tone seemed calm, but Wu ZiMo could feel from the opponent's eyes that the opponent's mood was not as calm as it was on the surface.
Everyone knows that war is always accompanied by casualties. The heavy and depressing color of wives and wives scattered, homes broken and dead, has always appeared with the emergence of war.
However, the war between the Star Federation and the Dimension Zerg is not a meaningless war. This war is a battle of survival for the Federation. The soldiers who died on the battlefield made their loved ones grieve, but to all the people of the Federation, they are heroes and worthy of the admiration of everyone.
Scott understands, Wu ZiMo understands, but watching the vivid lives pass away, the heaviness and the smallness of life are still hard to regret.
Seeing that the atmosphere became depressed because of this topic, it was Scott who broke the topic first.
"Don't worry, the Federation has a lot of pensions for the soldiers who died, and it also has a lot of help policies for the orphaned soldiers."
Wu ZiMo knew it was Scott comforting him. Indeed, the various welfare systems that have developed to the present have been very complete, so that the soldiers who fight on the front lines have no worries.
When Scott opened the topic, Wu ZiMo also followed him to change the topic, and by the way praised the current federal welfare system.
You must know that Wu ZiMo was also enjoying federal benefits before he was a minor. He lives so easily because of the perfect system. Although the original owner didn't save any money, he was definitely not a poor person who couldn't even eat enough.
Of course Scott knew what Wu ZiMo's life was like before. Thinking of Wu ZiMo's parents, Scott paused, and finally said, "Wu ZiMo, do you want to know who your parents are?"
"Parents?" Wu ZiMo didn't know why the topic suddenly turned to his parents.
Fortunately, he himself said that his family was healthy in his previous life. Moreover, the education of Wu ZiMo's two parents is semi-herding, because they think life belongs to their children, so they will not interfere too much. So even if Wu ZiMo is a dead house after graduating from university, his parents have no objection.
And every time I mentioned this, Wu ZiMo's friends envied Wu ZiMo who has such enlightened parents. Don't talk about work all day long in the ears of your children, you have to work hard to make money, you have to marry a wife, you have to marry a good husband, how many children you have, etc.
To be honest, sometimes they really feel that their parents are more annoying than Tang Seng, but they also understand that their parents will do this because they are worried about them, so they can live patiently with these thoughts.
As for this life, Wu ZiMo knew that the original owner wanted to find his parents, and even if the two died, he would like to know about them.
Maybe all orphans had this idea when they were young, but when they grew up, their parents started to talk less.
Perhaps they have grown up and become more mature in their thinking. Perhaps they understand that for orphans, their parents are just a passer-by in their lives, and their lives must continue with or without parents.
So when the original owner was admitted to the First Military Academy of the Star Federation, there were very few thoughts about his parents.
But Wu ZiMo understood that the original owner didn't want to, not because he really didn't want to, but had given up. Maybe they were really dead, maybe they abandoned him completely.
As mentioned before, the various federal measures are different from the time when Wu ZiMo lived. In Wu ZiMo's era, parents struggled to find missing children, or kidnappers sold children to other families.
However, in the interstellar age, everyone records their own genetic database at birth. Just like ID cards, ID cards can be faked, but genes cannot.
Therefore, if you are looking for a child or looking for relatives, you will directly register with the government welfare agency, and then you can proceed with gene recovery. Parents and children are the easiest to track success.
So if the parents of the original owner are not dead, it is very easy to find the original owner, but after eighteen years, the original owner has always been alone.
"Let's do it. Maybe they are still alive, maybe they are dead."
Wu ZiMo is not the original owner, so it does not represent how many opinions the original owner has on his parents. So Wu ZiMo chose to follow the fate, if he can still meet it.
Wu ZiMo said lightly, but he felt full of heartache in Scott's eyes, but the boy he put on his heart before him.
"It's nothing, I'm used to it anyway." Wu ZiMo said this on behalf of the original owner.
However, the emotions in Scott's eyes became more intense, and Wu ZiMo's relaxed expression began to panic. He didn't know what expression to use to deal with, his eyes began to wander, trying to put on a calm expression.
However, Wu ZiMo's panic made Scott mistakenly believe that the other party was supporting the sadness in his heart. The heartache in his heart made Scott obey his instinct again, and opened his hand to hold Wu ZiMo, a small teenager, tightly in his arms.
"Don't be afraid, I will be there for everything in the future." The firm but gentle voice made Wu ZiMo feel as heavy as a mountain.
"S..."
Scott said this to him suddenly, his nose was full of Scott's masculine breath, Wu ZiMo felt his brain started to feel a little faint again, and Ares in the spiritual world couldn't help but start to jump up. .
Wu ZiMo's instinct told him that he absolutely couldn't go on like this, but he was attached to the unique aura that belonged to Scott. This kind of thought, like a fine division, made Wu ZiMo even more unsure of how to react.
Scott saw Wu ZiMo leaning in his arms obediently, without struggling, his eyes became more gentle, full of pampering.
"You don't need to think too much."
Although Scott was reluctant, he took the initiative to let go of Wu ZiMo in the end. Now they are on the bridge, and there are many technicians around. Even if they want to talk to Wu ZiMo, Master Marshal will definitely not choose such a place!
I was finally let go by Scott, but Wu ZiMo still felt dizzy, looked at Scott in a daze, and then instinctively responded: "Oh."
Wu ZiMo's lovely reaction made the Marshal-sama almost couldn't help but laugh, and finally held back. Seeing Wu ZiMo like this, I knew that I couldn't continue the conversation, so I chose to take the person back to the lounge first.
Scott took Wu ZiMo's hand, and Wu ZiMo could only walk quietly to the lounge under Scott's lead.
Before leaving, I saw Master Marshal's eyes lifted from Wu ZiMo, turning back to the original coldness, and then those silver cold pupils scanned the technicians who were stealing him and Wu ZiMo.
Having been so blatantly warned by the marshal, even if they just saw the scene that made them almost scream, they were shocked by the thumping heartbeat.
After Scott silently warned the gossip crowd onlookers with his eyes, his eyes instantly changed back to their original gentleness when he looked down at Wu ZiMo.
The fine score has not changed so quickly!
After Scott and Wu ZiMo left the bridge, the technicians on the bridge breathed a sigh of relief, and then the suppressed screams finally yelled out.
"Ah! Did you see it just now!"
"I have seen it, I am definitely not dreaming!"
"Hug! Master Marshal took the initiative!"
"Fuck! Your marshal has done a good job, so he should take the initiative to attack like this!"
"Hehehe, our Xiao Wu seems to be unable to escape this time."
"Yes, hehehe."
The original screams quickly turned into successive very wretched laughter.
Fortunately, Wu ZiMo didn't hear that the technicians on the bridge had turned the topic to the driving, either digging a hole and burying themselves or giving the Marshal a beating first.
As for which method is simpler, different people have different opinions.
Wu ZiMo has no time to take care of the outside affairs now, because Ares in the spiritual world is blowing up his hair again, and Master Marshal is watching from the sidelines. Wu ZiMo said that he doesn't know what to do in such a situation!
Ares, excited!
Marshal, can you leave me first, you always go to work?