Gundam, Gravity Elegy

forget.

Yesterday's emotional trauma made him completely forget the fact that his parents had passed away, leaving only a vague concept in the child's mind.

The person who completed this concept and filled in the gaps was Gao Ren himself:

"Didn't I tell you? Mr. Arno and the others... Your parents accepted a job transfer and went to a very far place so that you could have a better life."

Unfortunately, he was neither a great dream architect nor a psychology expert. In the end, he merely used the most common, clumsy words to patch up a mess with obvious flaws.

The reason it wasn't directly exposed was simply because the child was still young:

"Is that so? But yesterday, Mom and Dad didn't say anything..."

Those small, innocent words stirred those fragile thoughts, and even that round little face became troubled.

"yesterday……"

"Weren't you having a good time yesterday?"

Seeing the pain on Leslie's face, Gao Ren quickly spoke up:

"Alright, as long as you behave well and are happy every day, your parents will be back soon."

Gao Ren vaguely remembered that about ten years ago, when he saw other children in kindergarten who all had fathers, he had asked them the same question. His mother had given him a similar answer back then.

Of course, no one would believe such a thing if they were any older, but it's just right for a three-year-old.

After all, their attention is easily distracted:

"Look, the ice cream is almost ready."

"Really?"

"Really, you see."

At the staff's prompting, Gao Ren took the colorful ice cream cone and handed it to the child.

Immediately afterwards, a small scoop of ice cream flew out and landed precisely on top of the cone:

Wow, that's amazing!

Seeing Leslie's excited and exuberant expression, Gao Ren secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you."

"It's alright. Life is hard for everyone in this world. Children are the treasures of this world."

"Yes, that's why we can't let them be sad..."

"the same as you."

Before Gao Ren could agree, a second ice cream cone filled with toppings was already being handed to him.

"It must be tough for someone so young to have to shoulder the burden of their family. Come and have some ice cream to cheer yourself up."

Behind that was the ice cream vendor's gentle smile:

"No matter what happens, you always have to look forward."

"..."

In short, that's how it is.

By the time Gao Ren finally came to his senses, he had already picked up another ice cream of the same kind and sat down with Leslie in the amusement park's lounge.

Of course, he couldn't explain much to the ice cream shop manager, and faced with that sudden, misunderstood kindness, he seemed to have no choice but to accept it.

Aside from the slight lingering resentment that I didn't pay, it doesn't seem like a big deal:

"Come here, let Daddy give you a hug!"

In the distance, the kind shopkeeper picked up a child of similar age, his face radiating happiness and warmth that could almost create a sense of disorientation.

Whether it was yesterday, half a month ago, or even a month ago, the scenery in the battlefields of Central and Western Europe, which are not far away, was completely different from here.

Ultimately, happiness should be something this simple.

A person's eyes may seem to hold a lot, as if they can encompass the sky and the universe, but in reality, they can be completely filled by just a few people, or even just two or three.

Unfortunately, this kind of beautiful thing called family has long since become irrelevant to him.

"Brother, do you want another ice cream cone?"

Seeing Leslie's pleading eyes, Gao Ren reluctantly handed over the ice cream he had barely eaten.

Looking at his happy appearance, he simply handed over his body weight entirely to gravity, while Mother Earth safely placed his body flat on the chair.

At this moment, the sky is pure and clear, and it seems that as long as you close your eyes slightly, you can return to that peaceful, dreamlike, and sparkling world amidst the noise.

This time, however, it doesn't seem cold anymore.

In the perfectly warm sunlight, he felt as if he could see the woman smiling at him:

"He's learned to take care of people; it seems our child has grown up..."

If she were still alive, she would definitely praise me like that, right?

"mom……"

Unfortunately, no matter how much you fantasize, it is ultimately just a figment of your imagination, unrelated to reality.

Even if you can hear the sound clearly sometimes, you can never touch it.

Is anyone here?

"Ok?"

In a daze, the dreamlike flash of light suddenly disappeared before my eyes. When the sound also disappeared, what appeared before me was a girl—a girl in reality.

Under the warm sun, her long golden hair seemed to shimmer, and she held a plate with a bewildered expression.

"This side is full, this is the only empty seat..."

Then, her gaze shifted to Gao Ren's inexplicably outstretched hand.

"Bad guy."

Then, he suddenly took two steps back:

"I can't give you the pork chop."

"???"

Chapter Twenty: Sisters? (Second Update)

On the vast, desolate plains, a blue tiger stands silently, like a steel beast on the hunt.

Immediately afterwards, as if a horn had sounded, when the giant's single eye swept over a certain defense, what emerged from the yellow sand and dust was a pair of large sunglasses gleaming with green light.

Upon seeing this, Dr. Kelster in the control room calmly spoke:

"Three MS units directly ahead. Lieutenant Claudio, please begin testing."

"Tsk, is it one of those things called 'Zani'? This kind of Zaku imitation machine is no match for 'Tiger' at all."

Of course, this overwhelming arrogance was not without reason, because just after the communication was fully transmitted to the control room, the three Zanis in the video feed had already been attacked.

'boom'

The electric whip and the finger machine gun worked together to easily destroy the three Zanis.

"A machine of this caliber can't fully utilize its capabilities. Can't the old man arrange something stronger?"

Claudio's tone was laced with a certain flippancy, even a disdain for technology and science, but Dr. Kelster, well past fifty, didn't seem to care.

"The next batch of tests will be the modified GM that appeared on the European battlefield."

"It's no use!!"

Under the barrage of machine gun fire, the Cyclops sped forward, sparks flying from the 75mm five-finger cannon, the high-speed barrage tearing apart the conventional titanium alloy shell.

"Next batch: Ground Combat GM."

"Useless! Even Luna Titanium Alloy is completely useless!"

Even though it is identical to Gundam on paper, its relatively sluggish movement remains largely unchanged. For a skilled pilot, the only difference is the change in the timing of the movements.

'Bang bang bang bang'

The remaining bullets landed directly on the head of the machine, precisely tearing apart the exposed 'sunglasses' before the electric whips were precisely driven into their chests, completely destroying the internal electronic components through high temperature and conductivity.

"Is this all the Federation's newest mechs are capable of?"

"As a researcher, I need to remind you that these machine data only represent the average level of mass-produced models in the Federation Army. We have not yet established a complete test model for the Federation's elite forces."

"But you should have that, right?"

At that moment, the tiger in the picture also turned its eyes, as if gazing at the control room through the lens.

"A Gundam model."

"...Are you sure?"

"Of course, after all, Lady Kycilia said that we would later be assigned to a squad to deal with the Gundam."

At this point, Claudio's lips curled into a smile:

"And you can tell by watching the video that the pilots of the Federation Gundam are the same as us."

…………

On the other side, Gao Ren felt a chill for no reason while drinking water. He shuddered involuntarily, and the liquid that had entered his throat suddenly began to move around in his nasal cavity.

Choking on water—this embarrassing situation just inexplicably happened to him.

"cough……"

"Is my brother alright?"

Perhaps because the scene was so sudden, Leslie, who had been enjoying her ice cream, was caught off guard.

He instinctively rummaged through his pockets, only to find that he had used all his tissues to wrap the crispy cones. Fortunately, Gao Ren quickly realized what had happened:

"No, it's nothing... Achoo."

He sneezed twice while covering his nose before he finally recovered.

"I wonder if someone is talking behind my back..."

Before he could finish speaking, another piece of paper was handed to him—of course, it wasn't from someone he knew.

"For your use."

"……Thanks."

Somewhat awkwardly, Gao Ren accepted the napkin and simply blew the water out of his nose.

It was a bit impolite, or even he found it a little disgusting, but luckily the woman who shared the table with them didn't seem to mind.

The blonde beauty, as delicate as a porcelain doll, was frantically climbing over a huge rice bowl that looked bigger than her face, holding a large spoon.

Even now, as she ate her rice with her head down, Gao Ren could still glimpse the contents of her bowl—fried shrimp, fried pork chops, and fried sausages.

The aforementioned fried foods appeared in plural form, poured directly over a huge portion of rice along with thick curry beef. Among them, the most bland was probably the hard-boiled egg cut in half and placed on the side.

So is this really the amount of food a teenage girl eats?

"...I can't give you the pork chop."

"No, no, no, you already said that."

Seeing the girl's earnest expression, Gao Ren couldn't help but wave his hand:

"I don't care about this kind of thing."

"But if you want to eat... I can give you shrimp."

'patta'

The small fork pierced the fried food on the plate, and the crispy, golden-brown color under the afternoon sun appeared in front of Gao Ren.

"No, that's why I don't want to eat your food..."

"You're lying. You were clearly staring at me the whole time. For two minutes and 54 seconds out of the three minutes, you were like that."

For some reason, he felt that he couldn't communicate with the girl in front of him at all. It was like facing a real doll. Not only was her way of speaking strange, but communication was like talking to a brick wall.

More importantly, the situation seems to have become more complicated as a result: