Chapter 66

It was a silent ceremony. Lu Bixing saw the interstellar wanderer's funeral for the first time.

　There is no grave, no carols, no body, and naturally no body to say goodbye.

　Thumb-high white candles stood in a row. Whoever's name was posted was considered standing here for someone. The fat sister lit them one by one, and then the people and the candles faced each other. They stood silently, and the candles burned silently. Now, even if we say goodbye, we can walk together and end this hasty fate.

　The people living in this base have unknown origins, have no identity in their lives, and have no commendable deeds. They struggle to live for more than a hundred years, just like a tiny star in the "Death Desert", coming from the collision, and then... They were wiped out in the collision, and came and went again in time, leaving no trace.

　Baiyinjiu changed shifts, and the small mecha transporting people ran back and forth, overflowing with turbid heat waves. The energy tower tilted to the other side, and the air in the base was unevenly heated, and began to flow, forming a melodious evening breeze. As the evening breeze passed by, the candles were extinguished one after another, and the small pieces of paper with famous names were rolled up into the sky and flew into the narrow houses and alleys, disappearing without a trace.

　Then dinner began.

　Bai Yinjiu, who had just come off his shift on the mecha, was as familiar as their guard captain. He came as soon as he smelled it and naturally mingled among them, eating and drinking.

　The fat sister poured Lu Bixing a glass of home-brewed malt wine. It wasn't filtered very well, but it tasted pretty good. He swung the glass, walked over to Saturday, and patted Saturday on the shoulder.

　During this period of Saturday, Lin Jingheng was thrown into the long-distance patrol and tortured to the point where she could neither survive nor die. Her baby face had lost weight. The face that had been stuck in the teenage stage for twenty years developed for the second time, and it grew in outline. He started to look like a dog.

　"Prince Gloria died like this." Saturday lowered his head and stomped the ground vigorously, as if to confirm that he had indeed got off the mecha. "It's just like a dream... What will happen in the future? Will the pirates send others? ?"

　Lu Bixing said, "It's hard to say. It depends on how the anti-Ukrainian forces will organize themselves in the eighth galaxy, or whether Ares Feng is an important figure in them."

　"Indeed," Zhou raised his hand and clinked a glass with him. Said, "No one will come to the eighth galaxy except that madman Arisvon who harms others and does not benefit himself, right? Even the pirates know that there is nothing here."

　Lu Bixing thought for a while and asked again: "The base coordinates are not safe. , a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people live here, what are your plans?"

　When Saturday heard this, his shoulders slumped, his two shoulder blades were braced, and there was a thin arc in the middle, and he said feebly: "Teacher Lu, you used to When the school opened, the failure rate must

　have been extremely high every year, right?" Mr. Lu's school failure rate was indeed horribly high, but he didn't think it was his fault.

　"You are too demanding. Now ask me what my plans are..." Saturday stared at the ground with straight eyes and murmured, "I just want to lie down on all fours right now and dig out my brain and put it in my head." "On the other hand, I didn't think about anything. I had exhausted all my strength after escaping from death."

　Lu Bixing knew this and immediately stopped asking. He sat side by side with him in a daze, digging out his brains and putting them on his knees. , watching the energy tower sink under the sky.

　After people finished drinking the large boxes of malt wine that Fat Sister and the others had brought over, their sorrow gradually melted away, and they began to become noisy. Some were chatting to themselves, and some gathered in groups of three or five to curse loudly. I don't know who was cursed. You know, anyway, the three roads above and below are flying all over the sky, and they have quite a rhythm and rhythm, like a chorus.

　"Just now, Sister Foucault said that we will still be called the 'Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force' from now on. It just so happens that the name of the administrative building does not need to be changed." On Saturday, under the noisy background sound, he suddenly said out of context, he said His tongue was a bit loud, "I remembered when I first formed the Self-Defense Forces. At that time, I felt that I had chosen my destiny. I was full of heroic words, all of which were fooled by you... Only now do I know that I was fooled. I was pushed and pushed by fate. , I came to this point inexplicably. Just sitting here, I felt as if I had lost my memory. Suddenly I couldn't remember how I drove a mecha to the battlefield or picked up a gun to shoot at others. I thought I was sitting next to you. It's a holiday..."

　He choked up and slurred the word "holiday", and Lu Bixing reacted half-heartedly and glanced at him.

　"I thought..." Saturday's facial features curled up together, and he shook his head and stretched it vigorously. When it didn't unfold, he let it go. Holding half of the meat skewer that he had not chewed in his mouth, Saturday let out a whimper like a wild beast without any warning, and even had a nosebleed. He inadvertently reached out and wiped himself, turning himself into a big painted face full of blood and tears. .

　No one heard his whimpering, everyone was venting as if there was no tomorrow.

　Lu Bixing stood up quietly, walked through the crowd and went to the mecha main control room.

　Lin Jingheng did not leave the main control room, probably because he was too noisy. He pulled down the sound insulation layer on the windows and doors, turned off the lights, and played back the entire battle on the 360-degree screen, like a chess player replaying a game. He held an electronic pen between his fingertips.

　From the day before to now, Lin Jingheng hadn't slept for nearly forty hours. She was thinking too hard and overloaded with energy. She was probably really tired. As soon as the elevator door opened, Lu Bixing saw the electronic pen he held on his fingertips fall to the ground.

　Lin Jingheng reacted suddenly and said "tsk". There was no one around at this moment, so he didn't bother to bend down, stretched his legs, and used his foot to pull back the electronic pen that had rolled away. With a flick of his toe, he rolled it right into the waiting hand hanging next to him.

　Lu Bixing said: "Good shot, three points!"

　Lin Jingheng was roared by his voice, and his whole body seemed to have grown more than 200 bones out of thin air. In an instant, he recovered from a semi-paralyzed state to sitting upright, with an upright posture, and he could go directly Take promotional posters. Lu Bixing thought he had stepped on Admiral Lin's tail from a distance of more than 20 meters and thousands of miles away. His steps suddenly became much softer and he walked along the crack in the floor. He placed a handful of steaming barbecue skewers on the In front of Lin Jingheng - Lin Jingheng must have just taken the nutritional ointment, the wrapping paper was still there.

　Lu Bixing: "I used to take nutritional creams, but now I suddenly feel that this thing can be selected as one of the top ten inventions against humanity."

　Nutritional creams are generally only about the size of a palm. The texture is a little harder than jelly, and it melts quickly in the mouth. When a normal adult puts it in, it is almost like drinking a glass of water. Basically, there will be no feeling of fullness, but it will quickly transport nutrients to all parts of the human body, and the utilization rate is very high. At the same time, it contains a special Substances will stimulate the brain and make people lose interest in food for a period of time - even if they are not full, they will not be greedy when they see the food.

　This thing can greatly reduce the digestion time after meals. You can participate in a ten-kilometer weight-bearing run just five minutes after eating. There is no risk of damaging the digestive system. It can also suppress snacks after meals, which is against human health.

　The healthy Lin Jingheng glanced at the pork belly laid out in front of him. As expected, he was not impressed at all. She waved her hand to Lu Bixing and motioned for him to take it away.

　"I heard that the canteen of your Silver Fortress only provides nutritional cream every day?"

　"What's wrong with the nutritional cream?" Lin Jingheng returned his gaze to the notes in hand, "The nutritional cream in Silver Fortress is very expensive, not as good as It's cheap to hire a group of five-star cooks, and the nutrition indicators are all proportioned according to the soldiers' physical conditions, and it also saves time."

　Lu Bixing asked strangely: "Wasting time appropriately can help improve the quality of life, so why save it. ?"

　Lin Jingheng glanced at him: "You don't have to think with your full stomach."

　Lu Bixing was already used to his style. He didn't take it seriously after receiving the sarcasm. He picked up a grilled kebab with a fragrant aroma and first picked out the mushrooms stuck between the meat strips and ate them one by one: "I lived in the village when I was a child. On Gloria, there is a warehouse next to it, where Lao Lu's goods are stored. The space is very large. It is said that he originally wanted to keep it for a garden, but Lao Lu refused, so he cut out a special area and built a farm building, which was divided into layers. All kinds of vegetables grow there, have you ever seen a farm?"

　Watteau is known as the most beautiful garden expo garden in the world. Every tree is a work of art and fruits and vegetables are not grown. Young Master Lin, who grew up in Wotto, heard about the one-eyed eagle's ambitions and despised him very much. He thought to himself: This old Persian cat is probably a cross-bred of country cats.

　"There is a sensor next to each plant. There is a color-changing gauge on it. When the grid is full, it turns red and the light turns on, which means that a certain part of the plant has the best taste. Scan it with a personal terminal and you can see a lot of them. The place with a red light is like a treasure hunt every time you go in. You can pick it off and let the robot cook it and eat it... I like the barbecue station in the mushroom garden the most."

　Lin Jingheng looked at the notes and didn't answer, as if he was just talking. Listen to his words as background noise. However, while this person was chattering in his ear like this, his face showed a rare calmness and no hint of impatience.

　Lu Bixing said: "When there are no more wars in the future, I will build another college, leave an open space in the backyard, and make an indoor farm. It will be like a maze."

　Lin Jingheng circled the word "munitions" and listened. Lu Bixing had this lofty ambition and thought to himself: "You are really childlike."

　"But at that time, my health was not good and my diet was restricted. Lao Lu wouldn't let me go. I couldn't stand it, so he agreed to snow. Just take me in to roast mushrooms. Unlike Beijing Xing, Kailai does not have such a long winter. Especially where we live, there are only two seasons: dry and rainy. The rainfall in the dry season is very scarce, the temperature in the rainy season is relatively high, and snow is very rare. "It has snowed three times in twenty years. For me, it is always a big surprise - does it snow in Watteau?"

　Lin Jingheng: "...Hmm."

　The snow in Watteau is all artificially controlled. Wulan College rains once a week during summer time, and snowfalls every twenty days during winter time. Snowfall days will usher in a half-day holiday and a dozen homework assignments. In Lin Jingheng's impression, it is always so drowsy. Sleeping library linked together.

　He took out Lu Bixing's words and thought about them for a moment, his heart lifted slightly. Because One-Eyed Eagle is not a rational parent, he basically agrees to anything after drinking too much. How can he be so strictly monitored? What kind of life did Lu Bixing live as a child?

　"Ah, yes," Lu Bixing remembered something, "I know your Wulan Academy is very step-by-step and everything is accurate to the second. It's boring... Hey, this one is really tender."

　He took a bite of a beef ball and it "crunched" The sound made the meat juice almost overflow, and it was so hot that Lu Bixing almost shed tears. The strong fragrance filled the main control room of the mecha. On the three-dimensional screen next to it, Prince Gloria's Death Ghost Team seemed to be slowed down by this incompatible fragrance. Progress, the corners of Lin Jingheng's eyes twitched, and she couldn't read the note anymore: "Not feeling well?"

　"When I was a child, it was my childhood!" Lu Bixing emphasized while being so hot that he gasped, and his tone was as eager as someone selling fake and shoddy products. Liar, "My health is better now. I go to bed early and get up early, and exercise regularly. Living in the weightless environment of space for a year and a half is nothing. You don't have to worry about this."

　Lin Jingheng was about to nod, but suddenly felt that something was wrong with what he said: " What am I worried about?"

　Lu Bixing held half of the meatball in his mouth and looked at him with a shy and obscene smile. He said, "It's nothing."

　The veins on Lin Jingheng's forehead seemed to be jumping in place, so Lu Bixing quickly said: " You were the one who asked me first! Why did you lose your face again? Why did you tell me to get out when you first came? General, why are you so easily angered?"

　Lin Jingheng: "..."

　"Especially with me," Lu Bixing said cheerfully, "I have observed that you and others don't have this symptom, so why are you so special to me?"

　Lin Jingheng was still worried about him "It's a snowy day." "I can only eat mushrooms once", he couldn't say anything unpleasant. Lu Bixing's shameless words made him really unable to accept it, so he had to angrily pick up a meatball, cover his mouth, and pretend to be deaf and mute.

　Lin Jingheng is different from the One-Eyed Eagle. He is precise, steady and reliable. He has been in charge of the Silver Fortress for a long time and has a strong sense of authority. He feels more adult than anyone around Lu Bixing, especially Ruoyou Ruowu. His sense of indulgence brought out Lu Bixing's long-suppressed naughty childish habits - the less he liked to talk to him, the more he wanted to tease her here and there.

　Lin Jingheng was so provoked that she ate an extra late-night snack for no reason, and her eyelids were so sleepy that they kept chattering. She had no choice but to secretly send a live broadcast to the one-eyed eagle's personal terminal, which attracted the help of an old Persian cat with all its teeth and claws. She got a moment of peace. His ears were clean, and early the next morning, before dawn, he ran away with the Baiyin Jiuyi gang of hooligans, leaving Turan behind to guard the base, and went to track down the remnants of Prince Gloria's guard.

　As the saying goes, "A wise man must make a mistake after thinking a lot." Lin Jingheng got so confused that he left Turan, the most meddlesome member of the Ten Silver Guards, with Lu Bixing.

　Turan soon found out the relationship between her boss and Principal Lu. She was so shocked that it took her two full days to digest it. She saw the excitement and ran to find Lu Bixing without hesitation, and said categorically: "This Mensao didn't beat you to death. He must have evil intentions towards you. There is no other explanation. I think he has been a pervert for a long time, and I don't know what he is thinking. My first major is fighting. My second major is sleeping with men. Come on, let me teach you some experience."