Ground Stars / 地上星 · Ch.85 第85章 嗯哼，记者们 -2
第85章 嗯哼，记者们 –2
Chapter 85: Hmm, Reporters –2
杨子藏没有带来面包，而是壹顿真正的大餐。
Yang Zicang didn’t bring bread but a real feast instead.
「这么丰盛啊，还有水煮肉片和炸鸡？」
“So lavish, and there’s boiled pork slices and fried chicken?”
「哇，啤酒，我都多久没见过这东西了。」
“Wow, beer—how long has it been since I last saw this stuff?”
折叠桌拼出来的长案上，油灯散发温和的橘光，在夜风中充满了情调。
Oil lamps cast a warm orange glow over a long table made of folding tables, brimming with ambiance in the night breeze.
「希望不是散伙饭。」徐秀川笑著讲出心中的隐忧。几人都不怀好意的看了他壹眼。
“Hope this isn’t a goodbye dinner.” Shiu Siuchuan laughed as he voiced their shared worry. The others all shot him a knowing, slightly hostile glance.
摆好饭菜后，饿得不行的吕志叹道：「那，咱们能开动了吗。」
Once the food was set, Lyu Zhi, starving, sighed: “So… can we start eating?”
杨子藏洗好手刚想点头，壹道折线射来，是左非闲。
Yang Zicang had just washed his hands and was about to nod when a line of light shot over—it was Zuo Feixian.
｛甲子兄，下午联系几次妳都没成功，我那只手说他来亲自跟妳说，妳见到他了吧？｝
{Brother Jiazi, I tried contacting you several times this afternoon without success. That hand of mine said he’d come tell you personally—did you meet him?}
「……」
「……」
原来梦里是它，杨子藏没想到那只「手」连这种闲事都会去管。
So it was that in the dream. Yang Zicang never expected that “hand” to even bother with such trifles.
他擡手对远处看著这边的几人打了个停止的手势。
He raised a hand to signal a stop to the few people watching from a distance.
「他还以妳的口吻说妳会过来。妳在哪儿？」
“He said in your tone that you’d come. Where are you?”
｛我该怎么表达我所在的地方呢，反正，我在聚集地左前方边大约三十多里的地方。｝
{How should I describe where I am? Anyway, I’m about thirty or so li to the left and front of the settlement.}
杨子藏已经在感应画面中看到了熟悉的地形。
Yang Zicang had already spotted the familiar terrain in his perception image.
左非闲的肚子咕咕叫，还要壹路紧赶慢赶。那七个家伙壹下午走出了几十里地，那可是普通人壹天的路程。
Zuo Feixian’s stomach was growling, yet he kept forcing himself to hurry on. Those seven fellows had covered dozens of li in one afternoon—a distance that would take an ordinary person a full day to walk.
还好几小时前杨子藏开始睡觉，否则他感觉自己就要走断腿了。
Luckily, Yang Zicang had started sleeping a few hours ago, or he felt his legs would have given out.
断掉联系后，还没走几分钟，前方出现呜呜风声。左非闲停下脚步，神色凝重的四下查看，这风声突然临近，壹股劲风骤然荡开。
After severing the connection, he hadn’t been walking for more than a few minutes when a howling wind arose ahead. Zuo Feixian halted, scanned the surroundings with a grave expression. The wind sound suddenly closed in; a fierce gust abruptly swept through the air.
「什么东西！」
“What the hell!”
左非闲被吓了壹跳，差点转身就跑。
Zuo Feixian was startled, nearly turning to flee.
空荡的身前出现列车悬浮停下的身影。
The shadow of a hovering train materialized in the empty space before him.
「啊！」车门在他身前打开，杨子藏右手拽著车门，另壹只臂膀伸下道：「上来吧。」
“Ah!” The door opened in front of him. Yang Zicang, with his right hand gripping the doorframe, extended his other arm and said, “Climb on in.”
左非闲满脸都是看到神仙的表情。
Zuo Feixian looked as if he had just seen an immortal.
……
饭后，几人酒足饭饱的摸著肚子，壹个不怎么说话的瘦小伙突然蹲在地上抽泣起来。
After the meal, several of them patted their full and satisfied bellies, when a thin, taciturn young man suddenly crouched down and began sobbing.
「怎么了，秦蒙。」
“What’s wrong, Chin Mong?”
「我，好久没有，感受到这样的温暖了。」他抹著眼泪。
“I… I haven’t felt such warmth in a long time,” he said, wiping his tears.
众人壹阵沉默。
A heavy silence settled among the group.
发丝般的折线自虚空中射来胸前。
A hair-thin streak of light shot from the void, landing on his chest.
｛子藏，听得到吗？｝
{ZiCang, can you hear me?}
女孩的声音传到心间。
A girl’s voice sounded within his mind.
｛小雨还没睡吗。｝
“Xiaoyu, aren’t you asleep yet?”
杨子藏心中默默的道。
Yang Zicang thought silently to himself.
虽然只是透过梁喜的转接，但这两天已经习惯的两人并未将少年当成外人。
Though it was only a relay through Liang Xi, the familiarity they had built over these past two days meant they no longer treated the boy as an outsider.
聊了阵后，沐小雨断掉了心灵链接。梁喜在外面冒了个头道：「小雨姐姐，我睡觉去咯。」
After chatting for a while, Mu Xiaoyu disconnected the Syn-Link. Liang Xi popped her head in from outside and said, “Sister Xiaoyu, I’m off to bed.”
「嗯嗯，晚安。」
“Mm-hmm, goodnight.”
屋子里变得寂静。
The room fell into silence.
沐小雨静静的坐了阵子，又躺在床上等了会，侧身蜷缩著拉过被子。
Mu Xiaoyu sat quietly for a while, then lay on the bed and waited a moment longer before curling up sideways and pulling the blanket over herself.
几分钟后，她低声道：「小雨，妳到底是喜欢他，还是在害怕这个世界呢。」
A few minutes later, she whispered to herself, “Xiaoyu, do you really like him, or are you just afraid of this world?”
……
荒野上，杨子藏看向十来米外小桌旁胡吃海喝的几人，秦蒙像是打开话夹子般和几人聊天，有了左大师的加入，众人时不时爆发出欢声笑语。
Out on the wilderness, Yang Zicang looked toward the several people wolfing down food around a small table a dozen or so meters away. Chin Mong, as if opening a floodgate of words, chatted with the rest; with the addition of Master Zuo, laughter and cheerful voices burst forth from the group from time to time.
｛妳好呀。｝
“Hello there.”
身前忽地出现个小光团。
A small orb of light suddenly appeared before him.
杨子藏的手在它前方晃了晃，光团有些质感，能被推动。
Yang Zicang waved his hand in front of it, sensing that the light orb had some solidity, something that could be pushed.
｛不要推粒粒牙喔，粒粒牙是记者呢。妳们在吃什么呀？｝
“Don’t push Lily, oh! Lily’s a reporter. What are you all eating?”
光团内幻化出穿著漂亮小裙子的小女孩。
Within the light orb, the illusion of a little girl in a beautiful dress materialized.
杨子藏看著身前突然出现的小精灵幻影，擡头道：「喂，妳们看不见这个吗？」
Yang Zicang stared at the sudden sprite illusion before him, then looked up and said, “Hey, do you guys not see this?”
「什么啊？」
“See what?”
「是个奇怪的光团？」
“A strange orb of light?”
众人刚说完，便见到杨子藏背后浮现出条恐怖的幻影巨虫。
Just as they finished speaking, a terrifying phantom massive insect emerged behind Yang Zicang.
……
壹栋灰石楼房的木制小门前。
In front of a small wooden door of a gray stone house.
身穿深色披风，戴著露出下巴和嘴唇的黑面罩的男人，对著门前的人亮了下出入此处的铁质吊牌。
A man clad in a dark cloak, wearing a black mask that exposed his chin and lips, flashed an iron pass token at the person before the door.
「可以，进去。」即是侍者又是门卫的人替他将木门推开。
“Alright, go on in,” said the man, who served as both attendant and doorman, pushing the wooden door open for him.
喧嚣的声音瞬间传出。
A cacophony of noise instantly burst forth.
这人捂了捂头顶打著补丁的灰布帽，登上台阶走入其中。
The man adjusted his patched gray cloth cap atop his head and stepped up the stairs, walking inside.
「卖还是买？」黯淡烛光下，穿著旧红色羊绒衫的女士拿著登记册走过来。
“Sell or buy?” Under the dim candlelight, a woman in an old red cashmere sweater approached with a registry book.
戴露眼眼罩的男人从腰间取下个布袋丢给她，将自己的铁牌晃了晃：「帮人拍卖。」
The man wearing an eye-covering mask unlatched a cloth bag from his waist and tossed it to her, shaking his iron badge: “Auctioning on someone’s behalf.”
女士打开布袋看了眼。
The woman opened the bag and took a look.
她走到壹旁的小桌后，递给个右臂带著红袖标的中年人，他袖标上写著「无忧货队」四个字。
She walked over to a small table behind her and handed it to a middle-aged man with a red armband, which bore the words “Carefree Cargo Crew.”
那人看了眼，育了声起身跑了过来。
The man looked at it, let out a chuckle, and then stood up, rushing over.
「这引擎不错啊，我们无忧就可以直接收了，卖吗，现在就可以交易，材料、货物、引擎或者时序都可以。」
“This engine’s not bad—Carefree can just buy it outright. Selling? We can trade right now: materials, goods, engines, or Chronos.”
「我说了，这个要拍卖。」
“I told you, this one’s for auction.”
「啧，行吧，卖家是谁，登记下。」
“Tsk, fine. Who’s the seller? Register it.”
「甲子间，或者，叫杨子藏。」
“Jiazi Term, or… call him Yang Zicang.”
带著半个面罩的男人笑著指了指自己：「我是他的助手。」
The man with a half-mask pointed at himself and smiled: “I’m his assistant.”
……
忙了半夜，将总部准备的帐篷和另外两套制作引擎的材料运回后，已经是光线比较明亮的清晨了。
After working through the night, hauling back the tent prepared by headquarters and two more sets of engine-making materials, the morning light had already grown bright and distinct.
大家都挤在壹起睡觉，除了在外面放哨的秦蒙和吕志。
Everyone huddled together to sleep, except for Chin Mong and Lyu Zhi, who stood guard outside.
见杨子藏终于不忙了，秦蒙站起身，走到准备进入帐篷睡觉的青年身旁来。
Seeing Yang Zicang had finally settled down, Chin Mong rose and walked over to the young man about to enter the tent and sleep.
「子藏哥，妳好。」
“Brother ZiCang, good to see you.”
「还没休息吧，把他们叫醒两个换妳，快去休息。」
“You haven’t had a rest yet—wake two of them up to take your shift and go get some rest quick.”
「不用了。」秦蒙看了临时帐篷中几人，脸上露出满足的笑容。
“No need.” Chin Mong glanced at the few people inside the makeshift tent, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
「谢谢妳啊子藏哥，这几天我终于感觉自己还是个人了。」
“Thank you, Brother ZiCang. These past few days, I finally feel like I’m human again.”
「瞧妳说的。」
“Look at you talking.”
「真的，还有大家。看到想要保护大家的吕志，看到哪怕面对好多人也敢出声呵斥的范修云，还有选择加入我们的，明明没什么动手能力却依旧强迫自己为建设棚区而努力的非闲大哥，我知道他最近几个月受了太多白眼。」
“Seriously, it’s the same for everyone. To see Lyu Zhi, who wants to protect everyone; to see Fan Xiuyun, who dares to yell back even in front of a crowd; and Brother Fei Xian, who chose to join us—despite being basically useless with his hands, still forcing himself to toil for Pen Construction Zone. I know these last few months he’s endured way too much scorn.”
他边说边低下了头颅。
As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head.
杨子藏道：「其实大家都想帮上点忙，做出成绩。」
Yang Zicang said: “Actually, everyone truly wants to contribute and make a difference.”
「是的，但我们其实没什么强项。」
“Yeah, but we don’t really have much to call a strength.”
「不要想太多，慢慢会好的，我认识些专家，以后我请他们过来教大家。」
“Don’t overthink it. It’ll get better slowly. I know some experts, and I’ll ask them to come teach everyone later.”
秦蒙的表情多了份解脱般的神色：「希望那天能早点到来吧，我相信妳能做得到。」
A look of relief spread across Chin Mong’s face: “I hope that day comes soon. I believe you can do it.”
杨子藏看著他的状态有点不正常。
Yang Zicang noticed something off about his state.
「秦蒙，妳是不是有什么事？」
“Chin Mong, is something wrong?”
这个年轻人下意识拿手撑向干燥的鼻梁，但那里什么也没有，看来他以前有副眼镜。
The young man instinctively reached up toward his dry nose bridge, but there was nothing there—it seemed he used to wear glasses.
「嗯，杨哥，我想送给妳们壹份礼物来著。只有妳才有能力接收这份礼物，也只有给妳我才放心。」
“Well, Brother Yang, I wanted to give you a gift. You’re the only one capable of receiving it, and the only one I’d trust with it.”
他看了眼周围环境，后退了两步道：「这儿地形不错，嘿，子藏哥，别做出那副表情，妳听我说。」
He glanced at his surroundings, took two steps back, and said, “Not a bad spot here, hey, Brother ZiCang, don’t give me that look. Just hear me out.”
他的胸前浮现出折线型Moexl，是跟梁喜壹样的两条线。
A zigzag-shaped Moxel emerged on his chest—two lines, just like Liang Xi’s.
周围地面震动，如同轻型地震。
The ground around them trembled, like a mild earthquake.
小片金黄色的麦田如潮水般从秦蒙脚下扩展而出，他张开双臂，嗅著飘荡而出的麦子香味。
Patches of golden wheat fields spread out from under Chin Mong’s feet like a tide, and he opened his arms, inhaling the drifting scent of grains.
壹片片荒芜的麦田自年轻人的脚下快速地扩展开来，瞬息离开了十来米。
Stretch after stretch of barren wheat fields rapidly expanded outward from the young man’s feet, covering over ten meters in an instant.