Burning because of you [Interstellar]

Second District.Zhao family.

When the terminal vibrated, Giovanni just came out of the bathroom and glanced at it indifferently. It was an unfamiliar number.

It can't be Demon.He thought, rubbed his hair, and let the terminal vibrate until no one answered.

However, before stopping for two seconds, the other party persevered and called again.

Giovanni didn't answer again.After dialing twice and waiting to dial again, Giovanni was finally sure that the guy on the other side was definitely not Demon. After all, Demon only sent him two messages a day at most. If he didn't answer, he would definitely not send another one.

"Hello, who?" Giovanni asked.

"Are you Giovanni?" said the other person, the voice was inexplicably familiar, and Giovanni paused for a while as he wiped his hair, not remembering it for a while.

What he cared more about than his voice was that the other party actually knew his nickname.

This nickname is a simplification of the pronunciation of his original name that Demon disliked. Usually, only Demon can call it. Sometimes his teammates at the border will call Giovanni along the way when they get used to it. But these people subconsciously call it Zhao Wanli.

"Who are you?" The voice was familiar, could it be a friend from the border?Giovanni thought, but if he remembered correctly, all the terminal numbers of his border friends had been connected.

The other party was silent for a moment, "Is your terminal broken? I can't get through recently."

"No..." Giovanni opened his mouth and replied, suddenly feeling that this question was a bit strange.

Demon should be the only one I deliberately avoided recently.

"Maybe I was too busy to hear it," Giovanni changed his words, and quickly approved a piece of clothing, "Is it convenient to start the video? I don't seem to have saved your terminal number."

The other party was silent, and Giovanni sent a video invitation, but was almost rejected in seconds.

"...Who the hell are you?" Giovanni asked, taking a closer look at his terminal number, noticing that it was in a different order than that of Pure Saturn.

foreign?

Giovanni was puzzled for less than a second, and immediately thought of who the voice was. At the same time, he felt the weight of the terminal in his hand.

——Evanlo.

How could the other party call me?And from whom did you get the terminal number?

Why do you call yourself Giovanni?

"I heard that you are preparing to take over the family affairs recently." The other party did not reply to him, "You can't get away for a month. Status, reputation, everything is at your fingertips. What about your friends?"

Did he mean Demon?Giovanni was about to ask what the other party meant when the call was hung up.

Giovanni stood there silently, his originally calm state of mind was faintly bored.

Maybe Ivanlo asked because he had found some clue that he had helped Demon, but it reached his heart.

Giovanni reopened the terminal, dialed a number, and directly applied for a video chat.

After two beeps, the terminal was connected, and a well-mannered middle-aged man appeared on the screen. He was wearing a plain long gown, and he was holding a birdcage to tease the cuckoo inside.His expression was light, making the corners of his upper hooked eyes not sharp, but he was relaxed and carefree.

"Father," said Giovanni.

Zhao Qingyun responded casually, turned his gaze, but his fingers were still dangling on the bird's head, "What's the matter—"

Seeing Giovanni's disheveled hair dripping with water, and only a towel on his upper body, he raised his eyebrows curiously.Giovanni had always been neatly dressed and looked more mature than his actual age, but now his messy appearance finally looked like a child.

"What's wrong? I rarely see you in such a hurry." Zhao Qingyun stopped looking at him.

"These few days may have used up all my anxiety for the rest of my life." Giovanni complained.

"That's not necessarily the case." Zhao Qingyun didn't react when he saw him complaining, and continued to turn around to tease the bird, as if fascinated by the bird, "I think your mentality is quite stable."

Giovanni was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Because I agree with you, Father."

"Oh, my own son." Zhao Qingyun said casually.

Dad's tone has always been like this, and Giovanni has long been used to it, but today he can't relax, although he can communicate without emotion, his speech speed is slightly faster, "Demon is too impulsive, and he doesn't have the qualifications you said But if it drags on for another month, he might be gone at all."

"Using one month to judge his potential, isn't that what you agreed to?" Zhao Qingyun still said that, "You can't help him now, take over the good family, and the right to use the starship will belong to you—but," Zhao Qingyun The tone changed and became calmer, "Demon's purpose of using the starship must be very simple. It can only play the role of the starship itself. I just don't know what you think. Or do you not plan to tell Dad about Demon's plan? "

Giovanni shook his head, "If you are still on the opposite side of him, I can't tell."

"Oh, that's good." Zhao Qingyun raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction, "I don't want my biological son to tell my father everything. If you dare to tell me with a sad face, I will beat you."

Giovanni: "..." He couldn't talk to Dad, a topic terminator with a weird brain circuit.

Seeing that Giovanni stopped talking, Zhao Qingyun's mood of walking the bird was still interrupted. He let out a breath, opened the door of the bird cage, and led the cuckoo out.

"I mean you don't understand, stop acting like a baby, silly son."

The cuckoo flew out, Zhao Qingyun raised his head and looked around, with a smile on his lips, he cut off the call.

The terminal light screen on Giovanni's side was directly turned off, knowing that his father had seen through him again, and walked towards the window in silence.

He let out a long breath and looked far away, but his brows were still tight.

Giovanni knew that his father was not really curious about his plans, and Zhao Qingyun, a pro-people faction, had no fixed plans even to stand behind which prince.He is willing to give himself a month, which is tantamount to looking forward to Demon, and it is also a test for himself.

Giovanni had a vague feeling that as long as he held his breath, his father would let go.

But he wanted to see Demon's actions more than his father letting go.

He had done his best to frighten Colby into saving Demon's life.If Demon can only achieve this level, even he can't help, and it is impossible for him to lose the whole family.

Find out soon, Demon.

thought Giovanni, staring at the five districts, invisible in the distance.

"What the hell are you doing?" Giovanni murmured.

The terminal suddenly vibrated again, he glanced at it casually, this time it was actually the royal family, he couldn't help raising his eyes slightly, and clicked to answer.

"Come to the palace today, I want to ask you something." The female voice said.

It turned out to be Eleus.

five districts.Yangon Bistro.

In the back kitchen, Yati is gently cutting the cake.The stench of corpses wafted from the cupboard, he wiped the stinky mucus dripping on the table, and whispered sorry.

"Yati, a customer is looking for you." The store manager's voice came from outside the door, and he cut the knife in his hand.

The store manager's tone was different from the past, this time he was very serious.

Atti's heart beat quickened.He looked at the door, looked down at the cake, and finally put down the knife.

—What is supposed to come always comes, doesn't it?

He pushed open the door, and the store manager was right in front of the door with no expression on his face.

Yati knew that he had no expression, so he smiled lightly at him.The store manager patted him on the shoulder, turned sideways to get out of the way, and Yati walked over quietly.

There was a familiar person standing in front of the tavern. Yati had been dreaming about him for two days.

In the dream, he took off the wide brim of the black cloak that could block most of his face, and stared at himself with green eyes, telling himself to go back with him.

But now, that person stood quietly by the door, not rushing forward, nor hesitating, just staring at himself.

He lifted the brim of his hat, just like what he saw in Artyme's dream.

"Do me a favor, Artie," Demon said.

Yati smiled wryly when he heard the words, and said lightly, "You know I won't refuse."