Yerou just stood there, like all loyal wives waiting for their husbands to come home.
She wore a light pink and blue thick autumn dress and a maple leaf-colored imitation wool Kashmir shawl. Her long curly hair fell down, giving her a traditional look.
Xuanji is bold and rebellious. She wears trendy and chic clothes, travels thousands of light years, and fights on the front line like a warrior without fear. But Yerou, like all the working class, is imprisoned on the planet where she was born, and her life is over.
The meaning is nothing more than creating social value, which is as conservative and plain as her clothes.
When she saw the man in black uniform walking from a distance, she was as surprised as a statue.
"Oh my god..." She covered her mouth.
"It's Kalki who's back!"
"Great! The wait is finally here! Mira, it's so great!"
Two cute-looking housework robots burst into a noisy celebration, bringing some warmth to the deserted autumn dusk.
She stood on the edge of the pool. The scene was a bit like the morning after the wedding, when she sat alone by the water and cried, but now, he felt even more embarrassed than then.
"Kalki!..." Yerou ran towards him.
But he didn't make any sign of greeting, he just stood there blankly.
After being separated for more than a year, the newlyweds were a little surprised by the changes in each other. Although Kalki was clean-shaven, his cheek lines became harder and his face was no longer porcelain white and clear, with the vicissitudes of a tough guy.
It feels so special, especially when a pair of eyes that were once blue and clear shine with a cold light in the dim light, just like a frozen lake in the dark night.
But Yerou has lost her schoolgirl-like youthfulness, and even no longer has the delicate, rose-like complexion she had as a newlywed. Her face seems to be slightly elongated, and there are thin dry lines under her big, round eyes.
, especially the blond hair is no longer as shiny as in memory, but has a rough and dry touch like grain, and the beige hair is floating in the autumn wind.
The two stared at each other. Although they had been married for many years, their days together were numbered. At this moment, they were shocked to realize that they could not even remember each other's appearance and needed to get to know each other again.
This feeling is unfamiliar and embarrassing.
He was silent, not having the courage to say hello to her, but she pounced on him gently like a little house cat.
"Kalki...you're back!"
Ye Rou had mixed emotions. What she showed was not the elation of meeting again after a long separation, but a deep sadness. She took the initiative to hug him and began to cry.
"It's you...it's really you..." She was sobbing and touching his shoulders with her hands. The scent of sandalwood and pine on his body was still so familiar, brought by the steel-like muscles and broad chest.
Security, who else can be so strong?
The two housekeeping robots also cheered, as if they really had human emotions, and were sincerely happy for the male master to return from the battlefield.
"...I don't believe what they said...I know you will come back, will come back to me..." Yerou was completely immersed in her own excitement, completely unaware that her husband was standing upright, without stretching.
Reach out and hug her.
"Kalki, you're back! Great!"
Mira and Aga also seem so affectionate. They are obviously programmed to have emotions similar to dogs, innocent and passionate, rather than complex humans.
"Yerou will stand here waiting for you after get off work every day until dark." Mira told him, "She will fold paper cranes every day and hang them on this tree."
Kalki looked up and saw the lush bitter orange trees on the side. The green leaves were dotted with large brown-yellow bitter oranges. They had obviously been frozen by the cold of late autumn. The outer skin was not very bright, but there was a string of colors hanging on it.
The bright paper cranes fluoresce in the dim light and are constantly fluttering in the wind, forming a romantic mood with the green leaves and fruits.
"It turns out it's been so long..." He sighed. Every interstellar expedition was so long, and he was lucky enough to return safely. "There are so many paper cranes."
"Ye Rou folds two and hangs them on the tree every day, one big and one small, so it looks like there are so many." Ajia interjected.
"This is how we miss you, one is me and the other is Xiao Kong." Yerou choked up and shed a string of tears.
"Xiao Kong?"
"He is your son, a cute little boy who lives in a child care center. He is almost half a year old now." Mira actually showed maternal love, pretending to be gentle like a child in her arms shaking her hands, "Yerou is trying to survive.
If you kill him, you will suffer a great crime."
Kalki's face was extremely embarrassed. He almost didn't remember that he and Yerou had a child. The existence of his son was abstract.
Ajia was muttering to the side about the misery Yerou suffered when giving birth to her first son——
The "Sandya" birth center, known as Plato's best, suddenly lost its painless delivery cocoon bed when Yerou started to have labor pains. At this time, she was already 46 weeks pregnant, which is considered extremely long among Plato people.
She was exhausted from the long pregnancy, and she was still a huge baby boy. She was abandoned as if she was left with the pain of labor in a natural way. This process lasted for dozens of hours, and she felt like she had endured it.
She was tortured, cried and howled until she almost rolled over, and finally passed out completely due to dystocia, and then received modern medical treatment.
Kalki quietly listened to the pain his wife suffered when his son was born, which made him silent. Yerou must have been very lonely, so she used the housekeeping robot as a listener and told so many stories.
"Being with Xiaokong for 10 weeks is the happiest time for me. He is so cute, gentle and quiet, and he only clings to his mother to nurse... I don't want to give up on him. I tried hard, but I was warned and I can't give up.
He...many people in Sandia and D378 are spreading rumors, and they say you..."
Kalki lowered his head. He wrote a suicide note in "Asvoin" and handed it to the Senate. It seems that it has spread throughout Plato. He should not be alive until now. Everything is so humiliating and depressing.
"Bitter orange is very bitter..." he murmured to himself. Now, under the tree of love, they can only taste the bitter fruit.
"Please, Kalki, tell me... there is no such thing. Tell me and I will believe you."
Yerou looked up at him, her blue eyes full of red bloodshot eyes and tears. No matter how slow she was, she could still feel something was wrong with him. Kalki was warm and innocent by nature, and could get along with people without grudges, but now he was becoming more and more gloomy.
The cool breeze in the dark sky is biting and cold.
"I can't lie to you..."
"No! I beg you! They took away Xiaokong and my only happiness and hope. I only have you now... My husband, don't let me do this. It's too cruel. Do you still remember that you are here?"
Our wedding vows? To be faithful to my only wife..."
Yerou was so excited that she was no longer as gentle as she used to be. She became a real woman, a woman with inner strength.