imperfections

Lu Bixing couldn't find Beidi, looked at Lin Jingheng, and said as if sleepwalking: "I tell you to kiss you... I, I must be not sober."

Lin Jingheng backed away a little, put her hands on his head gently, and touched his hair as she wished. It turned out that the hair was just natural curls, not as soft as it looked, and a little cold. Only the roots were stained. body temperature.Lin Jingheng is a person who hates physical contact with others, and does not know how to control the strength of "stroking". His fingertips are covered with calluses. Because he is too careful, it is very light, like a breeze brushing his scalp, Lu Bixing trembles After a while, the nerve endings hidden in the dermis seemed to burst out of the ground collectively. They were too sensitive, and the newly awakened body lacked self-control, and immediately produced some uncivilized reactions.

Lu Bixing retracted his legs in a panic in the dark, too fast, almost producing the effect of "sweeping the legs" in the ancient legend. In such a small space, he happened to sweep Lin Jingheng a stagger, and Lin Jingheng stretched out his hand to support it. With one hand, he pressed it on his thigh so as not to die, Lu Bixing took a deep breath, bounced up like a live shrimp, bent over and picked up the empty gift box beside him in a hurry, shrunk into a ball, not daring to breathe for a long time .

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Lu Bixing's face was exposed to the faint light of the crystal ball, red from neck to ear.

General Lin—Although he usually pretends to be a dog, he has been with Turan and his like all day long, and he has probably heard more dirty jokes than President Lu has eaten nutrition cream. The purity was so limited that he immediately recalled it. He retracted his hand embarrassingly, and said dryly, "The bathroom is over there."

Lu Bixing broke down and said, "Stop talking."

There was a large packing box with a white ribbon between them, and they looked at each other.

Lin Jingheng is not a person who is good at chatting and adjusting the atmosphere. If he is not allowed to speak rudely, he will basically not be good at talking. At this time, he searched his stomach and looked around for a long time, trying to chat forcibly without words: "Uh...Crystal Where did the ice ball come from?"

"I did it myself... Poof..." Lu Bixing was halfway through the sentence, only to realize the other party's nervous slip of the tongue, he was like a bad comedian, before he had time to shake off his burden, he laughed first, "Myself...ha Haha... I made my own 'refrigerator balls'."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

After a while, he finally couldn't help laughing silently, and kicked Lu Bixing's calf: "What are you laughing at, shameless?"

Lu Bixing blushed while laughing, shameless and shy at the same time, resting his elbows on the packing box on his knees, his hands tangled together and resting on his forehead, covering his face, he explained as if he was dying: "I just woke up, Chen...then what is a normal physiological phenomenon."

"Morning, Mr. Lu," Lin Jingheng said after a brief moment of embarrassment, and finally got his tongue sharp, and skillfully sarcastically said, "You got up before it was dark, and you are getting more and more diligent. You are really a model of being a teacher."

Lu Bixing looked at him covertly from the gap between his arms and the gift box, his eyes were a bit treacherous, as if he was eager to play the first hooligan in his life, he was a curious little bitch.

Lin Jingheng found the cup and wine from the refrigerator, and Lu Bixing hurriedly said, "I'll just drink plain water, no alcohol."

Lin Jingheng looked down at him, and Lu Bixing, who was curled up on the ground and couldn't get up, explained in an attempt to cover up: "I'm just thirsty, don't think about it."

Lin Jingheng: "Did this trip go well?"

"The chief gave me a special... special..." Lu Bixing said this, and found that he was dizzy, his brains had been evaporated by the huge surprise just now, and he didn't recite his title, so he had to go to the personal office. Flipping through the record in the terminal, "Oh, the chairman of the special management committee, you can act as the chief during special times."

As soon as Lin Jingheng heard it, she knew that this trip must not go well, and the chief had already been forced to go to the doctor in a hurry.

"The eighth galaxy." Lu Bixing took the water glass and shrugged, "Many people have to work hard just to survive, and they have never been relied on, so no one will believe it. If you stretch out your hand to him, he will think that you are not good." With good intentions, I'll take out the knife before you 'see me'."

Lin Jingheng took a sip of rum, leaned against the wall, and looked at him through the night.

"Take your time - I don't want to talk about the eighth galaxy with you tonight," Lu Bixing raised his head, "General, you probably don't want to see the place where I grew up. What about the place where you grew up?"

Lin Jingheng thought for a while: "Do you want to hear about the 30-year tug-of-war between the Central Alliance and the seven major galaxies, the exploitation and economic aggression between the galaxies, or the infighting among the major factions within the Central?"

Lu Bixing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What am I doing listening to this?"

"You're not that..." Lin Jingheng didn't remember the long title invented by Chief Edward himself, and got stuck, "Is that a backup chief? You can preview it in advance."

Lu Bixing discovered that Lin Jingheng had a great ability. When he described anything, he could find a derogatory term that was closest to the original meaning——“Acting Chief” in special times became a “spare chief” in his mouth. , probably because he just took advantage of him, General Lin slackened his lips, at least he didn't say "the chief of the spare tire"... Lu Bixing felt that his mouth shape was originally for this word.

"I'm a coordinating consultant for 'wartime'," said Lu Bixing, "I'm not in charge if I don't fight wars."

Lin Jingheng asked: "Why?"

"During the war, everyone's life was brought to the bottom, and people's desire was unprecedentedly consistent, that is, they wanted peace and a better life sooner. At this time, I think it is meaningful to do something for everyone, you know You are improving the living conditions of most people, and you are heading in the right direction. But when the war subsides and everyone recuperates for a few years, the society will be like a turbulent river, where the turbidity will separate, the sediment will settle, and a new class and society will be formed. Interest groups, it is impossible for a politician to stand in two camps. To be in politics means to represent the interests of one side to attack and plunder the other side at all times. In the end, every hero will become a criminal. I am a naive person, no I like this." Lu Bixing thought for a while, and then seriously added, "I am a coward, besides being childish. I always want to avoid fights and conflicts, and pretend that everything is fine... I know this myself. I will find ways to improve it in the future, but I am afraid that my nature is not easy to change, and sometimes I may scold you, you... Well, it’s okay to scold me, but don’t be too angry with me."

There are 360 ​​five Votto standard days a year, and Lin Jingheng is very irritable for about 360 days, but he actually knows that a person is full of hostility. In the final analysis, it’s just that he can’t shake hands with himself and make peace with him. How can he have the face to ask others? To change your nature for this?

Lin Jingheng had thousands of words in her heart, but her chest was covered with cotton wool, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Lu Bixing asked softly, "I don't want to hear about Watto's nonsense, I want to hear about your relatives and friends."

Lin Jingheng was stunned for a moment.

Lu Bixing added another sentence: "Besides the friends of Zhanlu and Baiyin Ten Guards, outside of the army, there must be someone who can have a drink with you and chat with you a few words of heart?"

Lin Jingheng said "hmm" and was silent for a while: "...like a one-eyed eagle?"

Lu Bixing: "..."

This definition of "friend" is a bit too trendy. It seems that friendship with the hatred of killing one's father and taking one's wife can last forever?

"When I was at Wulan College, I had a good relationship with the school doctor, Dr. Lance, and I had a few classmates."

When Lin Jingheng said this, he suddenly stopped talking. After waiting for a long time, Lu Bixing found that he was talking like squeezing toothpaste. After a long time, he squeezed out such a sentence, so he had to ask himself: "Where is Dr. Lance now? Is there any contact?"

"Dead for more than 30 years."

Lu Bixing secretly recorded in his heart—he likes to hang out with older people—and then asked: "What about my classmates? What are you doing now, what kind of person are you?"

"I don't know," Lin Jingheng recalled for a moment. All the light in his youth was sucked away by that rainy night, so many things seemed blurred. I found that I couldn't even remember whether the so-called "friend" was male or female, tall or short, so I had to say dully, "I don't really remember."

Lu Bixing asked unwillingly: "Where are your relatives?"

"My mother died very early, my father was an officer, and he didn't live a long life. He didn't come home very much when he was alive. I don't have a deep impression of him. My adoptive father... When the one-eyed eagle speaks ill of me behind my back, I should give you I've introduced it." Lin Jingheng didn't want to talk about Lu Xin in front of Lu Bixing, so she passed by lightly, "I also have a younger sister, twins, we were adopted separately when we were young, and the contact was cut off for a while. I didn't know until later. Her people are the Eden Governing Council."

Thinking of Lin Jingshu, the shadow in Lin Jingheng's heart that was dispelled by Lu Bixing gathered again: "Jingshu..."

Lu Bixing: "Huh?"

"It's not your student. My younger sister is also called Jingshu." Lin Jingheng paused, "She is... a gentle and introverted girl, she loves cleanliness and beauty, she rarely cries, and she can always tidy herself up very pleasing to the eye. When she was a child I'm a little afraid of bugs."

The image of Lin Jingshu was vague in his mind. When Lin Jingheng recalled her, a very small girl always popped out of his mind, not the famous flower of the alliance.

"I can rarely figure out what she is thinking. She doesn't say anything when she is happy, and she doesn't say anything when she is unhappy. When she is angry, she hides from people. When she is happy, she will take out the pocket money she has saved for a long time and buy some small things Put it in my room, but if you ask her why she is happy and why she is angry, she will neither say nor admit it."

Lu Bixing thought to himself: "My own."

"I rarely went to see her afterwards," Lin Jingheng said. "My... adoptive father's death was inseparable from the management committee, and she was going to marry the management committee. I once stopped her, but she didn't listen."

Lu Bixing asked: "Are you blaming her?"

"What are you blaming her for? It's actually a pretty good choice. She was born weak, and she didn't look as energetic as other girls since she was a child. She can be taken care of by someone. She is accompanied by a dozen bodyguards every day. It's good to dance and go shopping for charity. The Gordon family treated her well." Not bad, I am very grateful to be able to send her to Angel City for refuge in such troubled times." Lin Jingheng drank the remaining half glass of wine, turning the glass twice in her hand, "But at that time I thought ...The management committee and I will have a falling out one day, it would be better for everyone if she stays cold and distant from me."

Even if the relationship is severed in the future, it will be more convincing. In this way, no matter who has the last laugh, he or the management committee, she will have a good life.

Lu Bixing noticed that he said "yes", but the frown between his brows never opened, so he teased him and said, "It seems that my father is the only one we need to deal with."

Just as Lin Jingheng was about to speak, the clock in the room rang. Lu Bixing discovered that there was a small electronic board under the clock with a simple schedule on it. Turned over, it became "mental power training".

Lu Bixing was startled, and realized that Lin Jingheng's "evening rest" probably included dinner and the only quiet time, so he just talked nonsense with him, only drank a glass of wine, and quickly stood up: "I'm bothering you ?”

Lin Jingheng didn't say anything polite, but just used a terminal to turn off the clock to tell the time, flipped up the electronic card, and used practical actions to perform what is called "the king doesn't go to court early". It's a pity that Lu Bixing understands him, and he will definitely use it for the delay now. The sleep time is back, there is no strict schedule, and he will not have a man-machine match that is always stable at the limit value, so he has no choice but to leave temporarily.

The lights of the Galaxy City in the distance came on, and the Galaxy City adjacent to the base looked safe and peaceful at this time. Order was formed by a blessing in disguise during the plague, and the personal terminals of the whole city were connected together, just like the previous practice in the market, A virtual bookkeeping currency has been issued in a small area, which can be obtained through work and transactions, and exchanged for some living materials.This city is full of devastation, a lot of waste is waiting to be built, jobs are easy to find, and the materials distributed to the residents are the war preparation materials of the Self-Defense Force base. The environment and resources of Galaxy City are very rich, and there is no shortage of population. After complete restoration, it should be self-sufficient .

Lu Bixing thought: "It's like a seed that is sprouting."

The excitement in his body subsided for a short while, turned into a lingering heat, and melted into his limbs. Lu Bixing swept away the fatigue of the long-distance travel, and felt that he had inexhaustible strength, so excited that he could fly into the sky for a while. Then he rushed into the mecha station with bloody blood, overhauled all the mechas that were parked from the beginning to the end, and refused to give up. Wuhui's encryption system was stuck overnight.

It continued for [-] hours like this, and the next day, when the chief called for a meeting, he realized that the sky had already brightened.

Lu Bixing had a pair of huge dark circles under his eyes, and he looked as if he had taken drugs.

"Wanting to establish order is like bringing countless streams together, bringing them into the mainstream, and returning them in one direction," the newly appointed wartime coordination consultant said with eloquence. High rivers with sufficient capacity. The 'river' is productivity, and the channel we rely on the relationship network of the former Free Alliance Army..."

Chief Edward asked, "What is gravity?"

"Everyone's needs." Lu Bixing said, "It is the most urgent desire of everyone when they are desperate, just like when Galaxy City was swallowed by the mutant rainbow virus, everyone wants to live, Chief."

The chief hesitated for a moment: "Galaxy City is currently supported by General Lin's combat supplies, but...we can't support the eighth galaxy."