Play Azur Lane even if the world is apocalyptic

Let Barr put his hands in his pockets, walked up to Richelieu, smiled, "This is the second time I have seen you such an absent-minded appearance."

"The first time I left the guard house?"

"Correct."

"In fact, it's nothing, aren't they all going back anyway?"

Richelieu gave his sister a surprised look, "When have you been so open-minded?"

"I used to be very careful about what I said." Baal curled his lips, and then fetched the letter from his pocket, "Here, here you are."

"what?"

"A love letter from the commander."

"..." Taking it over silently, Richelieu naturally didn't believe it was a love letter, after all, I had never heard of a commander writing a love letter to the ship's mother before.

But, believe it or not, she opened it and took a look, her face suddenly reddened.

"What did you write?" asked Barr to look over.

"Nothing to look good." Richelieu put the letter in his arms and asked: "Have you taken it apart and looked at it?"

"Of course not. Who do you think of me?" Although curious, Baal still disdain to do a peek at the letter.

Just seeing Richelieu's cautious appearance, she became more curious, and she asked: "What the hell you wrote makes your face blush."

"I said nothing, my face... I was just a little excited when I heard the news, and I reacted naturally."

Make Barr look at her suspiciously.

excitement?

What a lie.

Just now, it was like a knight who had lost a white horse. In a blink of an eye, she became a shy girl who was confessed.

There is something tricky!

"Give me Kangkang." Let Barr reach out to grab the letter.

"I said it's all right. I left and went back." Avoiding Jean Barr's demon, Richelieu quickly stuffed the envelope into his pocket, then turned and walked towards the residence.

"Eh eh eh? Don't rush back, show me!"

"No."

"sister!"

Richelieu raised her mouth, raised her head, and the oncoming sun fell, and the breeze blew her golden hair, like a pulsating golden music, playing a cheerful and beautiful movement.

"Barr."

"Ok?"

"Let's go back."

"Oh."

...

"Dear Richelieu:

miss you.

When you read this letter, I'm probably already at the White Eagle.

I'm sorry that I didn't go to the Holy See of Iris to meet you personally, and I felt very guilty.

When I heard Jean Barr say that you are here, I was so happy that I even wanted to fly over to meet you, but unfortunately things went contrary to my wishes.

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What is your mood at this moment?When I lifted the pen, I didn't know what kind of letter I wanted to write.

I can’t write a romantic love story, I can’t write my thoughts day and night, I can’t write the excitement and shame in my heart, sometimes I think about what you should do if you don’t come back.

That must be worse news than the sky has fallen.

I am very selfish and don't want to hear that kind of news.

I have a fluke and hope you can forgive me.

I am very greedy and want you to come back together.

I want Barr to bring you all back, or if I can wait a little bit, I will come to pick you up immediately when I come back from the White Eagle.

I want you to come back happily. When we meet, you can do whatever you want to do, hit me or scold me.

I want you to feel my mood, my thoughts and sustenance, I miss you, and I miss it very much.

I miss you, dear Richelieu.

Saying too much is not enough to express my feelings at the moment. If I can, I want to say something to you.

Hope, come back soon.

Su Chu.

March 3, XX year in the Bilan calendar."

...

PS: Well, I forgot the letter to York City last time, but I haven't forgotten this time, haha~

Chapter 585: On the way

I stayed in Barbic for a few days, during which I used Portland's so-called one-stop discount service to visit the nearby islands, eating, drinking, having fun, and having such a large group of beautiful girls around, it was always a bit conspicuous.

The murderous eyes looked over, blocked and blocked, thinking about how many people I had encountered so far, and now this level of destruction has been completely ignored.

Coming with Portland, Su Chu found a problem. It seemed that all the places he chose to go halfway were Indi's favorite category.

During the period, he even found out that Portland had bought several Indy study texts in a place where he sold study books.

Then he threw it away immediately after reading it, and said with disgust that this painter grew up eating shit, and painted her cute Indi-chan like that.

Su Chu picked it up and took a look at it with a learning attitude, and found that it didn't seem so bad. Of course, if you covered your name, you didn't even know that the girl in the picture was called Indi.