"Of course not." Wang Pingan said decisively, "Didn't a sergeant tell you before that I love space more than girls? I don't know if it's because of Xiao Fang's death that I became like this, and I don't know her either.
If we don't die, will we become lovers?"
He paused and continued: "In our textbooks when we were young, there was a text called "Wedding on the Execution Ground." I think that is the best love. Maybe one day in the future, the Trisolarans will come, and the two of us will
Resist until the end, and when we are about to die, let alien artillery fire become our wedding salute - this kind of situation may indeed happen.
"But you see, Xiao Fang is no longer here. She died before we got that far, and there are no aliens coming to attack us."
Angele stared at Wang Ping'an's face intently, observing every subtle twitch of his facial muscles.
Wang Ping'an: "What did the psychologist see?"
Angele shook her head: "No, with the preliminary psychology knowledge I learned in my elective course, I can't make a more in-depth analysis. However, I tentatively believe that you are indeed not a couple."
Wang Ping'an said humbly: "That way you might be the first, right?"
"You feel so good about yourself that every girl wants to pick up you!" Angele choked.
Wang Ping'an shrugged: "I hope it's not like this, really."
Angele: "Why do I think you enjoy it?"
Wang Ping'an spread his hands, and because of the action of spreading his hands, he started to float upward: "This involves the sad instinct of men coming from genetics..."
Angele: "Although I heard your past story, I still can't let it go."
"Then let's go get something to eat. After all the hard work today, we are already hungry, aren't we? If you take food at this time, all the unhappiness will disappear." Wang Ping'an waved his hand, and then noticed the condition of his hand.
Already.
"Well," he said, "you might want to feed me later."
Angele: "You can eat liquid food. In fact, you should eat liquid food in a weightless environment."
"Don't be like this, I want to eat something hard after my adventure, okay?" Wang Ping'an deliberately raised his voice and tried to imitate the little boy.
In the pre-aerospace era, the two major countries fed their astronauts liquid food. After the Chinese entered space, they began to organize hard food, and then installed magnetic tables and exhaust fans in the canteen to absorb food residues in the air.
The system and so on have moved the dining table on the ground to space.
Nowadays, the Space Force still follows the same food standards as those on the ground. The Space Force provides all the dishes on the ground - but they are all made with the same taste through various technologies and hard work.
Nowadays, naturally produced vegetables are too expensive and the space force cannot afford them.
That's why Wang Ping'an's father used eggplants he grew to lure him home.
Angele stared at Wang Ping'an and did not immediately agree to his request.
"Why don't you speak?" Wang Ping'an asked.
"I'm curious to see what other tricks you can come up with."
"Then I can only lie down and roll on the ground."
Angele was speechless: "You just told such a sad story, I can't even switch it over, but you are already being mean."
Wang Pingan smiled calmly: "This is my advantage."
"Then if I die, will you tell others calmly like this?"
"Maybe."
"Then you'd better eat liquid food."
"I promise not to tell you! I will keep everything with you as the most precious treasure in my heart... No, I won't let you die. As long as I don't die, you will definitely not die! This is the correct answer, right?
?”
"go to hell!"
**
Twenty minutes later, dining hall.
Qin Qiong had just finished a shift clearing debris and was going to eat the highest-end set meal A in the canteen. As a result, he just sat down at the magnetic table with a dinner plate, picked up a spoon and was about to eat, and then looked in a certain direction.
I was immediately stunned.
The spoon fell onto the table with a clatter and was caught by the magnet of the table.
In front of Qin Qiong's sight, Wang Ping'an ate a spoon full of braised pork rice in one gulp. While chewing, he complained: "Do you know how to eat braised pork rice? You have to mash all the meat. You can't see a piece of braised pork rice."
This is the best braised pork rice.”
The silver-haired French girl Angele replied angrily from the side: "Okay, I'll crush it for you."
Then she put the spoon into the closed dinner plate in front of Wang Ping'an and began to pound the braised pork.
Wang Ping'an: "Mom, I want to drink water."
Angeli stepped on Wang Ping'an's foot under the table, but she still brought the cup with orange juice to his mouth.
The cup is covered with a layer of fine mesh. The surface tension of the water in the mesh will prevent the water from overflowing. You can drink water like normal water by leaning your mouth up and taking a sip.
Wang Ping'an took a big sip with satisfaction.
"I want to eat carrots."
Angele put a piece of radish in Wang Pingan's mouth.
"Be gentle and don't abuse the wounded, okay!"
While Wang Ping'an was eating carrots, several female lieutenants sat across from them.
The leading female captain asked directly: "You feed him, how do you eat?"
"We can only wait until this big baby is full." Angeli shrugged.
Wang Ping'an: "Whoever among you can eat first, and then come and feed her."
Angele put a spoonful of braised pork rice into Wang Ping'an's mouth, asking him to physically shut his mouth.
Several female officers looked at each other.
Then a young second lieutenant asked curiously: "Second Lieutenant Angele, when you... were rescuing people, did you pray to that... that old man?"
Angele was stunned for a moment before she realized that "that old man" refers to Jehovah: "I did pray, because it was too scary at that time."
The young second lieutenant immediately looked at Wang Pingan and said, "Our lieutenant Wang is a standard atheist, just like all of us."
Angele: "Then who do you pray to when you encounter this kind of situation?"
Several female lieutenants were stunned, obviously not expecting this rhetorical question.
But Wang Ping'an had just finished his meal, and he said decisively: "Of course we pray to our ancestors, grandfather, lineage and father!"
Several girls looked like "what the hell".
But the boys who had been listening to the conversation immediately got the idea and started tapping the table with their chopsticks. Some even took out their kazoos and started playing "beep, beep, beep".
Angele was shocked: "Why do you want to play Ottoman military songs?"
Wang Ping'an: "Because the first line of this song is ancestor, grandfather, lineage and father."
The female second lieutenant opposite scolded: "You men are crazy!"
Wang Ping'an shouted loudly: "Comrades, what should you do if you are scolded? Change it!"
Then "You Will Come Back Like Lightning" rang out in the dining hall, played on dinner plates, chopsticks and kazoos, of course. There were also a few idle men carrying the person playing the role of the Doge of Venice and floating towards the pillars of the dining hall.
Suddenly, the dining hall door opened and the instructor came in.
The dining hall suddenly became quiet.
The instructor snorted, turned around and floated away, the door closing behind him.
Everyone started eating honestly.
On Wang Ping'an's side, Angeli asked again: "So, who will you pray to?"
"We don't pray." Wang Ping'an replied again, his voice calm and firm, "There has never been any savior, it all depends on ourselves."