The whole empire is bringing us together

Chapter 34 Love Letters

Dear Quint:

Spread the letter good.

I……

After writing these two paragraphs, Hyperion stopped writing, not knowing what to continue writing. Seeing that he hadn't written for a long time, Hanselton poked him: "Continue, what am I?"

Hyperion didn't know what he wanted from me, he had a lot of things to say to Quint, but he couldn't write a single word while holding the pen in his hand.Facing Hanselton's increasingly playful gaze, he calmly crumpled the piece of paper and threw it into the trash can, and took another one: "Do it again."

Dear Quint:

Spread the letter good.

The weather is so nice today.

Hansenton: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, brother, are you serious?

Hyperion felt a little uneasy, coughed, and took another piece of paper: "Do it all over again."

Dear Quint:

Spread the letter good.

From the first time I saw you, I was attracted to you unconsciously...

Hanselton turned a corner with a long "oh", closed his eyes, squeezed his throat intoxicated, and recited in a very unbeatable tone: "Dear Quint, Zhan Xinjia, from the first sight When I saw you, I was unconsciously attracted to you..."

His tone made goose bumps all over his body. Hyperion hissed with a toothache, put down his pen, stood up, and beat him up.

It was the last week of the merit-based program at Omega Academy, and the main subjects of the final exams for the Alphas had all been completed, so they had a rare few days of leisure.

Hanselton miraculously became honest after being beaten up by his father that time. He behaved like a man with his tail between his legs, and followed Connor all day long, and even listened to Connor's neck Wearing a leather collar with his name engraved on it.Hyperion didn't know what happened after the emperor took him and Connor away, but he was glad to see Hansendon sincerely realized his mistake and tried to make up for it.

In terms of love, Hanselton is a giant in action and a dwarf in thought, while Hyperion has no relevant experience at all, so the two Alphas naturally failed to hit any sparks of thought when they got together.The two fought wildly in Hyperion's dormitory for a while, and Hanselton helped up the sofa that had been kicked over by him, and said, "Why don't we just write and write, maybe we can write and write." There is inspiration."

So the two Alphas sat back at the desk again. Hyperion picked up the pen, but didn't know what to write casually. Just as he was in a daze, he heard Hansenton next to him let out a wretched laugh.

"What did you write with such a wretched smile?" Hyperian leaned over to look at the letter paper he had pressed under his hands.

"Can't watch!" Hanselton quickly covered it tightly, then he thought for a while and let go of his hand: "Forget it, you can watch it if you like."

Hyperion glanced at the past ten lines, and caught a few words in the prose that would definitely be spoken out if written, and couldn't help being speechless: "Are you writing Xiaohuang Wen?"

"This is not Xiao Huang Wen, this is the great harmony of life." Hanselton continued to write, letting himself kiss Connor all over his body: "It is impossible for someone like you who has never experienced actual combat to write it." , to be honest, seeing that you are usually serious, do you only know the postures taught in physiology textbooks?"

"..." Hyperion: "I know more, it's just that you don't know."

"Even if you tell the truth about our relationship, I won't laugh at you. Do you want me to give you a lively and interesting X education class some other day? What are you doing?"

"Let you see how much I can do." Hyperion picked up the pen and began to write: "If you write more than you, I will lose."

Two young and energetic guys spent the whole night in the dormitory writing a little yellow article with pen and paper, which would make people laugh out loud.The so-called thinking day by day and dreaming at night, Hyperion's dream came that night. After he handed the love letter to Quint, the two of them completed the great harmony of life in Quint's dormitory.

Quint bit his lips in his arms to prevent himself from screaming, and put his arms around his strong back, his sweet voice paused with the frequent battles: "Kang, Connor is still next door..."

"It's okay, then let's keep our voices down." He blocked all the voices overflowing from Quint's lips with a kiss, and gently but firmly ruled the battlefield, pushing the battle line step by step to the point that Quint couldn't bear it.

Waking up from bed the next day, Hyperion rubbed his temples and changed into a new sheet.

Quint's birthday is on July [-]th, which is the beginning of spring. At that time, they had already left Omega Academy and ushered in the summer vacation. Quint returned to his home in Zhumingsha. Hyperion couldn't celebrate his birthday. He can make a video call to send his blessings, and then send his carefully prepared gifts there through long-distance cargo transmission.

He also secretly mailed the love letter that he wrote for nearly a month before finalizing it as an anonymous person. Every word and sentence in this love letter was carefully polished by him, expressing his true feelings for Quint. The love buried deep in my heart - Hyperion himself thinks so.

Quint was teaching his brother to swim in the creek when he received this letter, and his mother called to him from a distance: "Banyan, your letter—"

It was a hot summer in Zhumingsha. Quint climbed up from the creek, and nimbly kicked off his younger brother who was trying to sneak up and grab his ankle. Stepping on the cobbled path, I asked my mother, "Who sent it?"

"I don't know. The sender wrote anonymously and came from the capital of the empire." Mother gave him the letter and went to prepare dinner.

Quint opened the envelope while walking towards the bedroom. Although the sender mysteriously did not write his name, he knew who sent the letter from the first sentence.

Because its first sentence is: "The night Hyperion and Quint confessed successfully, the two went to Quint's dormitory, and they couldn't help kissing as soon as they entered the door."

Quint: "..."

He was stunned for two seconds, vaguely aware of what was going to be written next, his face flushed faintly, and he folded the letter paper again.Quickly walked to his bedroom and locked the door, Quint lay on the bed and covered himself in the quilt, unnervedly unfolding the letter again.

During this entire summer vacation, Quint did not take the initiative to contact Hyperion.

The two originally made an appointment to play together, but Quint stayed in Zhumingsha and did not come back. Hyperion always looked evasive in the video calls with him, which made Hyperion confused and thinking. Did you say the wrong thing inadvertently?

Until one day in August, when he was packing up, he found the serious love letter that was supposed to be sent to Quint in his textbook.

Hyperion: “……………………………”

So what did he send over? ! !

As for why he sent the little yellow article that he was obsessed with so close to surrealism, Hyperion has not figured it out until now. He was thinking about how to explain this matter to Quint—or directly Taking the opportunity to confess his love to him, he was notified of being admitted to the Seventh Army.

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But now, looking at the love letters in Quint's hands that had been carefully maintained, Hyperion couldn't help but be filled with emotion. Even though he was tired and busy all these years, he never forgot to write anonymously on Quint's birthday. He sent a love letter that had already been written in the past.

Even though Quint knew who sent them, but billions of galaxies and thousands of light-years away, and Hyperion's phrase "don't wait for me" before the expedition, all he could do was send After keeping every word in mind, put them away carefully.

Hyperion touched his nose, and couldn't help asking, "You still keep it."

"Yes." Quint carefully folded the letter in his hand, put it in an envelope, and inserted it in the middle of the pile of letters in chronological order: "This is written to me by a certain young master, how dare I Throw?"

As he said that, he took out the bottom letter, the little yellow text written by Hyperion with passionate brushstrokes and jaw-dropping fantasy, and said with a serious face: "Especially this one , is of great historical and literary value."

Now even a thick-skinned Hyperion couldn't help but blush: "...don't laugh at me, okay? I don't want to lose face."

Quint shook his head with a smile, and put them all in a box, "What can you do with me?"

"I just want to ask, are you serious about what you said this morning that you will accompany me for treatment?"

"Of course it is." Quint put the box in the top compartment of the bookshelf, turned around and looked at him, his amber eyes were calm: "This can be considered a promise."

The next day, the treatment was still in turmoil. Under the severe pain, Hyperion lost his mind. Quint lay on the treatment cabin and kept pacifying him with words, but Hyperion's brain couldn't understand what he was talking about.This time the treatment cabin was specially reinforced, and Hyperion couldn't break free from the restraints, his arms and body were strangled with wounds all over, the blood dissolved in the medical solution, dyeing it a light pink.

Seeing that Quint's voice was hoarse, Burke couldn't help but lightly pressed Quint's shoulder: "He can't hear what you're talking about."

"It's okay, I just hope he can feel that I'm here." Quint stared at Hyperion's painful face, and glanced at the terminal, there was still some time before the treatment ended.

With the specially reinforced treatment cabin, the injection of targeted drugs for this day was safe and sound. The pale pink medical solution was slowly discharged, and Hyperion, who had exhausted all his strength in the struggle, lay there panting. , the treatment clothes on his body were stained with blood.

Knowing that Hyperion didn't want outsiders to see him in a mess, Quint declined the kindness of other researchers who wanted to help, and personally used the healing device to treat every strangled wound on his body.

The skin on his hipbones was so badly frayed that Quint pulled his trousers down a little, not shyly, and let the phototherapy device shine on them very seriously.

Hyperion opened his eyes slightly, and realized that he was lying in the sterile lounge, and felt Quint's hand caressing his body, he hissed, breathing unsteadily: "It hurts so much that I can't even force it." Woke up."

In order to prevent him from biting his tongue unconsciously, Hyperion stuffed his mouth with a soft object the whole time, making it difficult for him to even speak now.Quint reacted for a few seconds before he realized what he was muttering, frowned and slapped him on the arm: "Be honest."

"My performance today is pretty normal." The remaining pain still hit in waves, and Hyperion followed Quint's strength and turned his lower body sideways.

"Hmm." After taking care of the last scratch on his body, Quint put away the healing device, sat sideways on the side of the bed, wiped the fine cold sweat from his forehead with his fingertips, and said softly, "I'm very good today."

"Your tone made me really want to ask you for a reward." Hyperion took a deep breath and sat up, took a look at the terminal he put on the bedside table: "I have to go to the military headquarters in the afternoon, I don't know if the time will come In time."

"It's too late, you can lie down and rest for a while." Quint helped him put on the armband, hesitated and said, "What reward do you want?"

"Give it to me?" Hyperion's eyes lit up, he almost didn't even think about it, and immediately said, "Give me a hug."

Quint secretly heaved a sigh of relief, he was very afraid that Hyperion would take the opportunity to make excessive demands, but it would be much easier to just hug him.He stretched out his hands and embraced Hyperion: "Hug it."

But Quint ignored how the so-called hug could be a simple hug with Hyperion's temperament.Hyperion smiled and held one of his hands, pulled him towards him forcefully, passed his hands under his armpit, and directly lifted the nearly 1.8-meter-high Quint.

Before Quint struggled subconsciously, Hyperion put him on his lap, wrapped his hand around his waist, and held him in his arms.

"..." Quint stretched out his hand to separate his face from Hyperion's head, and hurriedly grabbed his dishonest hand: "No, don't make trouble, I'm itchy!"

However, he was not strong enough to shake the strong-willed Alpha, Hyperion continued to move, Quint curled up in an itchy body, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't scratch me hahaha...hahahahahahaha!"

Hyperion kissed the side of his face lightly, thinking of playing tricks, stroking his itchy pits: "If I want a reward, give me a reward. Why are you so good, huh?"

Quint's face was flushed from laughing, and he was almost out of breath: "Hahahaha... I see you are too uncomfortable... Hahahahahahaha, let go."

At this time, Rory knocked on the door: "Chief, how is the general?"

"Rory, come and save me!" Quint finally grabbed the straw and shouted loudly.

Hearing the sound, Rory pushed the door open a crack and poked his head in. Seeing the two disheveled people on the bed, he quickly raised his hand to cover his eyes: "Oh my god, I'm going to be blinded by the light!"

When an outsider came in, Hyperion finally stopped. Quint took the opportunity to get out of his arms, grabbed one of the pillows on the bed and slapped Hyperion viciously on the face: "Tell you to scratch me, tell you to scratch me!"

He laughed so hard just now that he was out of breath, his hair was slightly messed up, and his eyes were covered with a layer of sparkling water.Hyperion let the pillow hit his face indifferently, and sighed in a very worried tone: "No way, Quint, you have to get used to it slowly, or you won't be able to laugh at me when you laugh like this on the bed in the future." Soft."

Rory: ...you go ahead, I'm leaving.

Quint was so angry that he decided today, no!Don't bother with him tomorrow!

Seeing that Quint was about to piss him off, Hyperion quickly restrained himself. He quickly took aside the pillow that Quint threw in his arms, got off the bed, grabbed Quint's shoulders with both hands, and walked out. Begging for mercy in a low voice: "I'm sorry baby, I was wrong, I didn't know what was going on, and I went too far."

Quint responded with a short snort through his nose.

The two came out of the lounge, Quint pursed his lips and remained silent, Hyperion whispered in his ear, as if coaxing his wife.The researchers in the treatment room all looked at them with a smile in their eyes, except for Burke.

When Burke met Quint, he was not the chief of the White Tower. At that time, the team from the empire met them for the first time in the hotel where they stayed. As one of the few Omega in the communication team, Quint was very low-key, carrying a suitcase Whisper with your companions in the middle of the line, but still stand out enough in the crowd.

Burke's impression of Omega has always been on a generally fragile level, and he offered to help carry the luggage, but was rejected by Quint with a polite smile.They had their first short conversation, and Burke found that when he listened to others, he would always look intently into the other person's eyes, as if he could see directly into the heart of the person, making all lies invisible, and giving people a kind of... …an extraordinarily soulful illusion.

He was dazzled by those amber eyes, so that for a moment he forgot that he was married, had four lovely children, and for the first time in his life, had a different idea that was immoral.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to adjust his glasses, and lowered his head to do his own thing.

Hyperion had been secretly watching the movement on Burke's side, seeing him lower his head, Hyperion snorted coldly in his heart, and concentrated on coaxing Quint to go.

Such painful targeted therapy lasted for a whole week. After the first course of treatment, Rory announced that he could enter the first-stage observation period. Hyperion and Quintzizi breathed a sigh of relief—this week's treatment was beneficial to everyone. It's a torture.

It is rare for Quint to be free. The samples are still not ready in the workshop. He only needs to check the progress of the students' experiments all day long.So Angelita arranged another schedule for him-a blind date.

Quint’s glorious record of rejecting eighteen Alphas in one month has not yet been broken. But now that Hyperion is back, the two have been entangled. In addition, there is a lot of trouble in the integration of Congress. It's been a while since there was such an arrangement.

Quint was stunned when he saw this extra item on his schedule early in the morning, and immediately went to Angelita to ask for clarification.

"This Alpha directly proposed to meet with you. His family is very powerful, so I can't refuse directly." Angelita put down the report handed in by the Ministry of Finance in her hand: "You just go and meet casually, it's really not possible Tell me clearly about the situation between you and Hyperion, and people from his big family will definitely not get too entangled."

"But you didn't tell me who this person is." Quint looked at the blank information column on the screen in front of him: "Didn't you always show me the other party's information first?"

"This time the situation is special." Angelita winked at him and said with a smile, "You'll find out when you go and see."