Chapter 630: The Waste of Garbage Star (67)
Returning to a familiar place, Lei Dalong, whose hair had started to turn gray, was sitting at the garbage recycling station. He still had that honest and simple demeanor, but his face had aged, lacking the optimism and joy he once had.
Typically full of hope, Lei Dalong lit a cigarette, smoking it absently. His vacant gaze peered into the distance, as if reminiscing about something, and finally he shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Uncle Lei."
The sudden voice startled Lei Dalong, feeling somewhat familiar. He instinctively extinguished the cigarette and looked up quickly. His slightly aged face broke into more wrinkles as he smiled upon seeing Qiann Yan.
"Little... Little Qiann Yan?"
Even though she had changed a lot, he could still recognize her.
Even without watching the videos circulating online, he could still recognize her.
A few years ago, when he saw those videos, he was full of emotions.
So when netizens came to investigate, he told them everything precisely. He knew the hardships Qiann Yan had endured all too well.
Luoo Cheng was such a bastard!
To harm such a well-behaved girl, possessing spiritual power but getting drunk every day, unwilling to work properly or take care of Qiann Yan.
"It’s me."
Qiann Yan walked up to Lei Dalong: "It’s only been a few years, but you don’t look well."
"Everyone ages." Lei Dalong managed a smile, which soon widened. He genuinely felt happy for Qiann Yan.
She would no longer go hungry, nor would she need to drag her thin body around the garbage site scavenging for a day’s meal expenses.
That’s wonderful.
"Uncle Lei, do you want to go out and take a look?"
Under Lei Dalong’s puzzled gaze, she pointed at a distant spacecraft: "Travel."
Lei Dalong’s eyes welled up with tears: "That would be a trouble for you."
"What’s the trouble? You just need to answer whether you want to go."
"Since you don’t mind the trouble, then I’ll take a look." Lei Dalong felt a bit excited.
Back in the days, he had spent all his savings raising his daughter; unexpectedly, his daughter severed ties with him to avoid being a burden, stating that she would never return.
She is now the fiancée of a family’s young master, and can’t let people know she was born on Garbage Star, and had a father who collected waste, or she would be laughed at.
He was heartbroken. If it weren’t for the lack of travel expenses and not knowing her coordinates, he might have tried to find her.
Lei Dalong boarded Qiann Yan’s spacecraft and followed her to soar into the interstellar space.
It was his first time leaving Mutou Star, and to his surprise, space looked even more beautiful in person than it did online.
"I read online that the Insect Race has made a comeback, Little Qiann Yan, have you encountered them?" Lei Dalong asked.
Qiann Yan: "I encountered them, and they’re all dead."
Lei Dalong rubbed his hands excitedly: "Those things wouldn’t stand a chance against you."
"The interstellar won’t be peaceful again."
"But with Major General Ke, the problem shouldn’t be too big."
Qiann Yan was silent for a moment. Using her spiritual power to control the spacecraft, she pulled out her personal terminal. She hadn’t lost contact with Ke Huai, but due to the tension in recent years, they hadn’t communicated much.
She attempted to connect to Ke Huai’s personal terminal. Unlike before, the connection took a long time. Just when she thought Ke Huai might not have the time to answer, the video suddenly connected.
A bloody face appeared on the screen, causing her to pause: "Are you injured?"
Ke Huai: "It’s more than just an injury."
Qiann Yan: "Coordinates."
Ke Huai: "It might be too late. I just wanted to have a video call with you. Does this count as tacit understanding? I said we’re a good match, but Yi Guang insists I’m daydreaming."