Grandpa's weapons research laboratory was Tang Bai's childhood paradise.

The weapons laboratory in his memory was so large that it was a universe of its own. The silver-gray walls were painted with starry sky paint according to his preference, and the cold floor was covered with his favorite thick wool carpet.

He likes to run around the weapons research room barefoot, like to stand on tiptoes and reach out to touch the weapons contained in the floating ball.

Those weapons all feel cold to the touch, with sharp lines, monotonous colors, and the ultimate combination of mechanical aesthetics and violent aesthetics. Each one is suspended in a shimmering floating ball, like an endless planet in the vast universe.

After turning off the lights, the starry sky oil paint will emit little bits of dim light. Tang Bai's favorite thing is to lie on the soft wool carpet and look at the "starry sky" that his grandfather built for him.

Grandpa said that at the beginning of the birth of the universe, there were only two elements: hydrogen and helium. Later, more elements were produced by the nuclear fusion reaction of stars. Heavy metal elements such as gold came from supernova explosions. The gold deposits they saw were actually billions of

The glory of a certain planet years ago.

Tang Bai happily picked up the pure gold longevity lock around his neck and said in a sweet voice, "Then shall I wear the star on my body?!"

However, after that child put on Omega's neck ring, he never said anything stupid about wearing a star on his body.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar research room, Tang Bai looked a little dazed. The display in front of him was still the same as when he was a child, but there were more weapons on the shelves, densely packed together. Only the first row of shelves was particularly empty, with only

There is a simple butterfly robot.

Compared with other weapons in the weapons laboratory, this butterfly robot is out of place. Its production method is simple and its color scheme is dreamy. It is a unique pink and purple color.

It is as beautiful as a decoration. It is the first mimic robot that Grandpa Tang taught Tang Bai to make, and it is also the only one.

Six-year-old Tang Bai is already capable of making a mimic robot independently. His grandfather asked Tang Bai to choose an animal as a direction.

Tang Bai has too many favorite animals. He likes kittens, rabbits, puppies, birds...

Why are there so many cute things in the world? Why doesn’t anyone put bunny ears on mech helmets? Why doesn’t anyone consider making the combat optic brain meow when activated? Why doesn’t anyone paint starships pink?

He had too many reasons, and his grandfather told him helplessly that no one had ever done this before.

So Tang Bai proudly raised his finger and swore to this boring world: "Then I will be the first weapons manufacturing master to do this~"

A beautiful butterfly landed on his fingertips. Maybe the butterfly mistakenly thought that the rose-shaped optical ring was a real flower, or maybe Tang Bai smelled delicious.

That's a pink butterfly.

Tang Bai happily decided to make a butterfly mimicking robot.

Under the guidance of his grandfather, he drew the design drawings, used his own treasury to buy raw materials, and accompanied his grandfather, he successfully made the butterfly robot.

After he finished it, he deliberately controlled the butterfly robot to fly towards his mother, and then praised her mother's scent, attracting all the butterflies.

He and his grandfather chose the iron shelf together. Grandpa said that this shelf was specially bought for him. From now on, every time he completes a work, he will put it on the shelf.

That was originally an agreement between them...

Tang Bai reached for the light butterfly robot. When he was a child, he always felt that the iron shelf was so high that he needed to move a small ladder to reach the top. It would take a long time to fill the shelf.

But now he just raised his hand slightly and touched the top floor. Just like when he looked around this weapons research room, he found that it was not as big as he remembered.

Tang Bai slowly walked towards the production table. When he was almost there, he almost tripped over something. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a small stool.

It was a small stool that was exclusive to little Tang Bai.

Because the weapon making table is too high, Xiao Tang Bai has to step on a small stool to reach the making table.

At that time, grandpa would still hold him nervously, fearing that he would fall and fall on his butt.

But now he no longer needs this small stool.

Tang Bai stood in front of the wide and elongated weapon making stage, his nostalgic gaze flowing over the bending force folding bed, the electric railing lock rod, the intelligent cantilevered beam... one by one.

These high-precision tools are difficult to buy on the market. For so many years, Tang Bai could only buy some low-grade substitutes to satisfy his addiction.

he......

In fact, he had imagined that he was a master of weapons manufacturing countless times in his dreams——

Turn cold metal into bullets that penetrate the enemy's chest, build a magnificent battleship that can accommodate the souls of our ancestors, and inherit the weapons research institute that condensed my grandfather's lifelong efforts.

He will be a master of weaponry who is respected by others, gives soul to metal, and goes down in history.

His innovations can change the entire era of weapons, and his will can shake the war situation between the Federation and the Empire. With his order, the huge weapons research institute will be put into operation immediately, and a long night of thunder will tear the Empire apart——

He had dreamed of these magnificent and splendid scenes countless times.

His fingertips slid over each cold tool, his movements so gentle that he was afraid of disturbing a dream.

Tang Bai gently picked up the long-lost mechanical pliers and found that an old photo was pressed by the mechanical pliers. The edge of the photo was dim and rough, as if it had been touched frequently.

In the photo, a kind old man is holding a three- or four-year-old child in his arms, standing in front of the towering silver-gray weapons research institute.

They were like ordinary grandparents who came here to take photos and check in. They were all smiling brightly.

——"Tangtang, this is grandpa's weapons research institute. From now on, I will hand it over to Tangtang to inherit, okay?"

——"Then I'm going to paint it pink!"

After a while, a teardrop fell on the photo.

"Dad, should I ask Tangtang to come out?" Tang's mother asked softly when she saw that Grandpa Tang's expression was wrong.

Grandpa Tang silently watched Tang Bai operating in the research room. In a daze, he seemed to see the pink dumpling who stepped on the small stool and threatened to fill the entire shelf with his works.

At first, he thought it was an alpha grandson, an alpha grandson who had perfectly inherited his talent for making weapons.

His name is Tang Rong, and he is a master of weapons manufacturing who has been recorded in history books.

During the Federal Rebellion, he was known to the world for his amazing weapons-making talent. One-third of the arms of the Federal Rebel Army were made by him with painstaking efforts.

The Federation was very poor, and an energy crystal had to be broken into two pieces for use, so he developed a low-energy-consuming combat mecha.

The Federation is in short supply of talents, and there are many highly skilled technicians on one hand. For this reason, he has taught thousands of students in his lifetime.

He was called a mobile arsenal by the empire, and his head was worth a hereditary title. The people of the empire tried every means to kill him, but the Federation tried its best to protect him, leaving the empire nowhere to do anything.

During those war-torn years, his assistant stayed by his side and took care of his work and life.

That was a female beta, taciturn, gentle and kind, thin and not stunning in appearance, but he thought she was beautiful.

They are together.

There was no proposal, no wedding, not even a "I love you", his wife married him willingly.

Because of his special status, she couldn't even call herself Mrs. Tang.

His wife worshiped him, loved him, and regarded him as a hero. Although he was always busy with work and devoted almost all his time and energy to the Federation, his wife had no complaints.

The fertility rate of betas is very low. They only have one child when they are forty years old.

Late that night, his wife had a severe stomachache. She was afraid of disturbing his work, so she went to the hospital alone. Her movements were gentle and did not wake up the sleeping child.

Naturally, it didn't disturb him who was working at his desk.

Later, many times when he dreamed about it at midnight, he wanted to drag out the self who only cared about work and punch him hard.

His wife was arrested by the Empire, and a traitor appeared in the Federation. The traitor revealed his home address and his wife's information.

The Empire knew that he loved his wife deeply and tried to kidnap his wife to coerce him into betraying the Federation, and then...

In order not to embarrass him, his wife chose to commit suicide.

He dedicated his life to the Union.

His wife dedicated her life to him.

His wife left only one child.

His wife said she wanted their children to become heroes like him.

He worked very hard to teach their children, forcing the child to study hard in mechanics, and forcing the child to give up his dream of doing business. His child was in pain. His child worked so hard to study, but he could never do well no matter what he did.

He had forced that child for twenty years, and he was driving the child crazy. He wanted to jump off the building, and wanted to sever the father-son relationship with him.

The most painful sentence for him was when the child said, if my mother were alive, she would definitely not force me like this!

Yeah?

is that so?

The figure of his wife appeared in front of his eyes, her amber eyes soaked in tears looked at him tenderly, and then she laughed and cried.

When they went to get the certificate, she smiled and cried like that.

A wedding letter that says, "Whether it's good times or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, I will always love you, cherish you, and be loyal to you, forever and ever."

She fulfilled her vow with her life.

But he didn't have time to say "I love you".

He was always busy with work and career, and had no time to take care of his wife or their children. When he regretted it and wanted to make up for it, there was a life and death gap between them.

He is tired.

Looking at the child who hated him, he let go of his hand tremblingly.

His children went into business as they wished. His children were very business savvy and became business tycoons.

Then he had a grandson.

His grandson has the same amber eyes as his wife, and his grandson has the same amazing talent for making weapons as he does, and he is even better than his master.
To be continued...