Marshal’s Cannon Fodder Spouse [Transmigration]

Duan Hengye involuntarily opened the box, and then took the medal out of it. This medal made of unknown material is only small, and it feels slightly cool when it is placed in the palm of the hand.

Meng Jinhuai's voice was not loud just now, and the person in charge of the school standing opposite them only vaguely heard the phrase "Remember?". But the audience on the live channel is different. The floating camera that is busy working around the two has a powerful radio reception function, and Meng Jinhuai's words were recorded very clearly.

Anyone who is a little concerned about Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai's story knows that the two had met once many years ago, and the Marshal has been obsessed with it ever since. Suddenly found that there was a sequel to the romantic story of "love at first sight" that year, and even those who wanted to use the live broadcast to follow the situation of the selection have forgotten the business.

The audience is itchy, everyone is waiting for Duan Hengye's response. And Duan Hengye himself is more nervous than the audience.

There is a small pin on the back of the medal, which is slightly pierced when it is placed in the hand. After getting it, Duan Hengye glanced at it and turned the medal over. This was originally just an ordinary and incomparable little action, but then, hundreds of millions of viewers across the stars saw...Duan Hengye suddenly widened his eyes, and the hand holding the medal trembled slightly.

You must know that even at the moment of life and death that day, Duan Hengye's expression management did not make any major mistakes.

"What's the matter?" Meng Jinhuai asked softly, standing on the side.

The man's inquiry temporarily pulled back Duan Hengye's thoughts that had been flying away. He slowly tightened the medal, and then steadily breathed, "Nothing...thank you..."

Duan Heng could hear it during the night, his breathing was very unstable. For the first time, Meng Jinhuai took a deep look at each other. He didn't smile at Duan Hengye as before, but nodded unusually.

The atmosphere is wrong! Very wrong!

Duan Hengye's tremor when speaking just now was too obvious, but anyone who saw this picture couldn't ignore it. Audiences who are familiar with Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai's mode of getting along with each other can see at a glance that they are in a very different state.

Unfortunately, this event will not be broadcast live. The previous attack was regarded as a large-scale live broadcast accident on Star Network. After the incident, the Marshal's Mansion and the Empire contacted the person in charge of live broadcast at the time. The media that had just been beaten by the upper empire because of the live broadcast accident was naturally not stupid. After seeing the two men's expressions were wrong, they smelled a different breath and immediately stopped the live broadcast.

Although the ratings are important, they are inferior to live broadcast qualifications...

The people who were watching the live broadcast only found that the countdown to the live broadcast in the corner of the light screen was clearly more than ten minutes, but the screen was cut off forcibly.

So what is going on with these two people's abnormalities? The more you can't see, the more curious you are. When the star network's live broadcast signal was cut off "due to a malfunction," the discussion area exploded instantly.

...

At this time, on Tichostar, the school director who also felt the strange anger between the marshal and husband did not dare to show one.

While the people around were nervously waiting for Meng Jinhuai's response, Master Marshal didn't expect to say anything. He walked into this building according to the original procedure, but Duan Hengye, who was standing next to Meng Jinhuai, paused for a while, then slowly tightened the medal in his palm, and then loosened it again.

The irregular shape of this medal printed obvious red marks on Duan Hengye's palm, and he looked down again. I saw a small Chinese character engraved on the back of this medal.

A little closer can recognize that this word is "Heng".

The point is-this "Heng" character is not a normal printed type! But... Duan Hengye's own handwriting.

At the moment when he saw it, a chill suddenly spread from the palm of his hand to Chao Duan Hengye's body. Duan Hengye of the previous life was born in the ancient Wu family, and his calligraphy went from elementary school to college. After more than two decades, Duan Hengye has already developed a font with a strong personal style.

Although the word "Heng" is not uncommon, it is definitely not common. If Duan Hengye's memory is not wrong, he should have never written this word anywhere since he traveled to this world.

So why, a medal given to Meng Jinhuai by the original owner more than ten years ago will have his own words on it?

Duan Hengye couldn't understand anyway.

From the moment he got the medal, Duan Hengye was obviously absent-minded. He put the box that was originally used for the medal into his pocket, still holding it tightly in the palm of his hand. Due to the excessive force, within a short while, Duan Hengye's palm was pierced with green marks.

At this time, the two had entered the school history room of the school. Duan Hengye saw the person in charge talking one by one, but he didn't hear anything in his ears. At this moment, Meng Jinhuai, who had been listening carefully, suddenly stopped, and then turned around to look at Duan Hengye.

Duan Hengye's distraction was so obvious that it was difficult for the surrounding staff in charge of reception to find out. However, due to the identity of the other party and the strange aura between him and Meng Jinhuai, several people should not be seen. Seeing Meng Jinhuai stop now, the staff member who was explaining immediately stopped what he was saying, and then took a look at his colleague and took two steps back silently.

Unexpectedly, the terrible scene they imagined did not appear.

Meng Jinhuai turned around and sighed softly towards Duan Hengye, then he walked two steps forward and stood opposite Duan Hengye. This distance was too close, and the **** Duan Hengye flew aside was dragged back again.

Before I had time to say anything, I saw Master Marshal slowly holding Duan Hengye's hand holding the medal, and then pulling it up.

Meng Jinhuai's palms were dry and warm, which formed a sharp contrast with Duan Hengye's cold body temperature. "Be careful with your hands." Master Marshal's tone was still the same as before. After hearing his words, Duan Hengye couldn't help but relax a little while holding the medal's fingers tightly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Meng Jinhuai gently pulled up his fingers, and then took out the medal.

"The palm of my hand is already green," Meng Jinhuai took a look and said, "Remember to deal with it later." Then he returned the medal to Duan Hengye.

...

The visit is still going on, but the magic is that since Meng Jinhuai took the medal out of Duan Hengye's palm, he finally walked out of the state of wandering just now. Duan Hengye slowly put the medal and the box back into his pocket. It was only then that he realized that he did hold it too tightly. When the attention returned, the soreness on the palm of the hand came out in waves.

Duan Hengye couldn't help hiss in a low voice, and then quickly followed the visiting team.

The school history museum is not large in scale, and there are not too many high-tech products in it, but in the eyes of Duan Hengye, a traveler, it is magical. The three- to four-hundred-square-meter space is full of three-dimensional dynamic pictures that record the history of this place. When you travel through it, you really feel like you are on the scene.

Seeing Professor Duan's return, the staff who was originally scheduled to explain to him finally breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward to introduce him one by one. Duan Hengye is very interested in interstellar history, but due to the serious lack of basic education of the original owner, many of the content that is very "common sense" in the eyes of others is not known to Duan Hengye.

Although it looked uncomfortable, after talking for a while, the staff slowly discovered that Duan Hengye was not as cold as it looked. On the contrary, he seemed to be very curious about many things.

This staff member had always admired Professor Duan, and when he saw him, his work enthusiasm became even stronger. Even when Meng Jinhuai was chatting with the person in charge here, the staff member who was explaining to Duan Hengye suddenly suggested that he wanted to look back.

Duan Hengye was wandering since entering the hall. The staff guessed that Duan Hengye might have not seen the exhibits at the door clearly because of keeping his head down.

After hearing this proposal, Duan Hengye thought for a while and nodded and followed the other party back.

The pavilion is not big, but the two of them returned to the entrance after a while. Seeing the number that represents the year hanging in front of him, Duan Hengye immediately understood that the content displayed in the exhibition area in front of him focused on the years before the end of the Star Wars.

Somehow, Duan Hengye is somewhat sensitive to this year.

The highly motivated commentator did not notice, Duan Hengye's eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

"...Tizexing is very destined to Master Marshal. Master Marshal's parents have been fighting for the recovery of Tize for many years." He began to introduce the photos here seriously.

Because of being away from the crowd, only the voice of the staff reverberates in Hengye's ears during this period. On the black promenade, the dynamic photos of Tizexing back then flashed in front of Duan Hengye. Seeing the constant changes in the timeline, Duan Hengye's mood became nervous again for no reason.

The staff walking in front stopped, and he smiled and said to Duan Hengye: "The marshal used to live on Tichostar for a long time when he was a child. The medal in your hand is that he was careless at that time. Left here."

After the staff's voice fell, the dark corridor in front of Duan Hengye brightened again, and a photo appeared in front of him.

This photo was taken in the background of the white building Duan Hengye is currently in. It is probably due to the war when the photo was taken. There are more than a dozen black mechas parked next to this building.

Slowly, the camera continued to advance. Duan Hengye saw a boy in a black military uniform standing under one of the mechas. Although there is still an aura that cannot be ignored between the eyebrows and eyes, the young man can already see his current style.

"Professor Duan, I believe you have recognized it. The man in the photo is the Marshal..." The staff stepped forward and introduced him.

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