Chapter 88

　Lu Bixing looked at Lin Jingheng in disbelief, and said as if sleepwalking: "Kiss you if I ask you to... I, I must not be sober."

　Lin Jingheng stepped back slightly and gently put his hand on her On his head, I touched his hair as I wished. It turned out that the hair was just naturally curly, not as soft as it looked, and a little cold. Only the roots of the hair were contaminated with body temperature. Lin Jingheng is a person who hates physical contact with others. He doesn't know how to control the intensity of "touching". The tips of his fingers are calloused. Because he is too careful, he is very light, like a gentle breeze caressing his scalp. Lu Bixing trembles. After a moment, 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 hurriedly retracted his legs in the dark. The movement was so fast that it almost produced the effect of "sweeping the hall's legs" in the ancient legend. In such a small space, he just happened to catch Lin Jingheng from staggering, and Lin Jingheng stretched out his hand to support him. Lu Bixing took a deep breath and bounced up like a living shrimp. He hurriedly bent over and picked up the empty gift box next to him. He huddled up and didn't dare to breathe for a long time. .

　Lin Jingheng: "..."

　Lu Bixing's face was exposed to the faint light of the crystal ball and turned red from his neck to his ears.

　General Lin - Although he always pretends to be a bitch, he has been in the company of Turan and his like all day long. He has probably heard more dirty jokes than Principal Lu has ever eaten nutritional cream. He was so pure that he immediately came back to his senses. He retracted his hand and said dryly: "The bathroom is over there."

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

　There was a big white ribbon between them. Packing boxes, looking 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 speaking to people. At this time, he was scratching his head, looking around for a long time, trying to find something to say and forcefully chatting: "Uh... Crystal Where did the ball in the refrigerator come from? "

　"I made it myself... Pfft..." Lu Bixing was halfway through his words before he noticed the nervous slip of the tongue. He was like a bad comedian, and he didn't have time to shake off the baggage. He laughed first, "I...hahaha...I made the 'refrigerator balls' myself."

　Lin Jingheng: "..."

　After a moment, he finally couldn't help laughing silently and kicked Lu Bixing on the calf. Kicked: "What are you laughing at? Are you shameless?"

　Lu Bixing smiled and blushed, shamelessly and shy at the same time. He put his elbows on the packaging box on his knees and put his hands into a ball in front of his forehead to cover his face. He was dying. She struggled to explain: "It's because I just woke up, morning... so what is a normal physiological phenomenon?"

　"Good morning, Teacher Lu," Lin Jingheng's brief embarrassment passed, her tongue finally became sharp, and she said skillfully and sarcastically, "Oh my god . You got up before it was dark, and you are becoming more and more diligent. You are really a role model for others."

　Lu Bixing looked at him covertly through the gap between his arm and the gift box, his eyes were a bit sly, as if he was eager to try to be the first in his life. A scoundrel, a curious little bitch.

　Lin Jingheng found a 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 unable to get up, explained in a cryptic way: "I "I'm just thirsty, don't think too much."

　Lin Jingheng: "Did your trip go well?"

　"The boss gave me a special... special..." When Lu Bixing said this, he found that he was so lustful that his brain was already so huge. Little of the surprise evaporated. She didn't recite her title, so she had to go to the personal terminal to look up the records. "Oh, chairman of the special management committee, you can act as president during special times."

　Lin Jingheng knew as soon as he heard this that this trip would not be successful . The great success has already forced the chief executive to seek medical treatment in a hurry.

　"The eighth galaxy," Lu Bixing took the water glass and shrugged, "Many people have to fight hard just to survive and have never received support, so no one believes it. If you reach out to him, he will think you are not worthy of your support. With good intentions, I will take out the knife before you see me."

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

　"Take your time - I don't want to talk to you about the Eighth Galaxy tonight," Lu Bixing raised his head, "General, you may not want to see the place where I grew up anymore. What about the place where you grew up?"

　Lin Jingheng After thinking for a while: "Do you want to hear about the thirty-year tug-of-war between the Alliance Central Committee and the seven major galaxies, the exploitation and economic aggression between the galaxies, or the internal fighting between the major factions within the Central Committee?"

　Lu Bixing couldn't laugh or cry: "I heard this "What are you doing?"

　"You're not that..." Lin Jingheng didn't remember the long title invented by Chief Edward himself, and he was stuck, "What about the alternate chief? You can preview it in advance."

　Lu Bixing discovered that Lin Jingheng had an incredible ability. , when he describes anything, he can find a derogatory term that is closest to the original meaning - "acting chief" came into his mouth during special periods, and became "backup chief", probably because he had just taken advantage of him, General Lin also showed mercy, but at least he didn't say "spare tire chief"... Lu Bixing felt that his mouth shape was originally intended for this word.

　"I am the "wartime" coordinating consultant," Lu Bixing said. "If there is no war, I will not be responsible."

　Lin Jingheng asked: "Why?" "

　During the war, everyone's life was hit the bottom, and people's aspirations were unprecedented. I just want peace and a good life as soon as possible. I think it is meaningful to do something for everyone at this time. You know that you are improving the living conditions of most people and you are moving in the right direction. But wait. After the war subsides and everyone recuperates for a few years, society will be like a turbulent river. The clear and turbid waters will separate and the sediment will settle, forming new classes and interest groups. It is impossible for a politician to stand in two camps. To be in politics means that time We have to represent the interests of one party at all times to attack and plunder the other party. In the end, every hero will become a criminal. I am a naive person and don't like this." Lu Bixing thought for a while and added seriously, "I. In addition to being naive, this person is also very cowardly. He always wants to avoid fights and conflicts and pretend that everything is fine... I know this myself, and I will find ways to improve it in the future, but I am afraid that his nature is not easy to change, and he may sometimes give in to you. "You... well, it's okay to scold me, but don't be too angry with me."

　Lin Jingheng is irritable for about 360 of the 365 Watto standard days a year, but he is actually very angry. You know, if a person is full of hostility, in the final analysis, it's just that he can't shake hands and make peace with himself. How can he have the nerve to ask others to change their nature for this?

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

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

　Lin Jingheng stayed for a moment.

　Lu Bixing added: "In addition to friends from Zhan Lu and Baiyin Shiwei, there are always people outside the army who can have a drink with you and chat with you, right?"

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

　Lu Bixing: "..."

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

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

　When Lin Jingheng said this, he suddenly stopped talking. Lu Bixing waited for a long time and found that he was talking like squeezing out toothpaste. He only squeezed out such a sentence after a long time, so he had to ask on his own: "Where is Dr. Lance now? Is there any contact?"

　"Dead. More than thirty years ago."

　Lu Bixing secretly recorded in his mind - he likes to hang out with older people - and then asked: "What about my classmates? What are they doing now and what kind of people are they?"

　"I don't know. Lin Jingheng recalled that all the light in his entire boyhood was sucked away by that rainy night, so many things seemed blurry. Those years were quite hazy. When he suddenly mentioned it, he realized that even the so-called I couldn't remember whether my "friend" was a boy or a girl, tall or short, so he could only say indifferently, "I don't really remember."

　Lu Bixing asked reluctantly, "Where are my relatives?"

　"My mother died very young. My father was an army officer, and he didn't live long. He didn't go home very often when he was alive. I don't have a deep impression of him. One-eyed eagle should have introduced me to you when he said bad things about me behind my back." Lin Jingheng didn't want to. Talk more about Lu Xin in front of Lu Bixing, so he passed it by lightly, "I also have a younger sister, twins. When we were young, we were adopted separately, and the contact was interrupted for a while. Later I found out that the person who adopted her was the Eden Management Committee. "

　When he thought of Lin Jingshu, the shadow in Lin Jingheng's heart that had been dispersed by Lu Bixing gathered again: "Jingshu..."

　Lu Bixing: "Ah?"

　"Not that student of yours. My sister's name is also Jingshu," Lin Jingheng paused. He paused, "She is... a gentle and introverted girl. She loves to be clean and beautiful. She rarely cries and always manages to look good. She was a little afraid of bugs when she was a child."

　The image of Lin Jingshu was vague in his mind. When Lin Jingheng recalled her, a very young girl always popped up in his mind, not the famous girl in the league.

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

　Lu Bixing thought to himself, "My biological child."

　"I rarely visited her after that," Lin Jingheng said, " I...the death of my adoptive father is inseparable from the management committee, and I once stopped her from marrying the management committee, but she didn't listen."

　Lu Bixing asked, "Are you blaming her?"

　"Why are you blaming her? ? In fact, it's a good choice. She is naturally weak and has not looked as energetic as other girls since she was a child. It is good to have someone to take care of her. She follows a dozen bodyguards every day, dances and goes shopping and does charity when she has nothing to do. The Gordon family is also good to her, so I am very grateful to be able to send her to Angel City for refuge in this troubled time." Lin Jingheng drank the remaining half of the glass of wine and turned the glass twice in her hands, "But at that time I thought... I and I. The management committee will fall out one day, and it will be better for everyone if she stays distant from me. "

　Even if we sever ties in the future, it will be more convincing. In this way, no matter who laughs in the end, he or the management committee, she will win. Can live a good life.

　Lu Bixing noticed that he said "Okay" but the wrinkles between his brows did not open, so he teased him and said, "It seems that my dad is the only one we have to deal with."

　Just as Lin Jingheng was about to speak, the clock in the room " There was a "ding" sound, and Lu Bixing discovered that there was a small electronic sign under the clock with a simple schedule marked on it. The "evening rest" on the electronic sign had been turned over and turned into "mental energy". train" .

　Lu Bixing was shocked and realized that Lin Jingheng's "evening rest" probably included dinner and the only quiet time, so he just chatted with him, drank only a glass of wine, and stood up quickly: "I'm sorry to bother you. ?"

　Lin Jingheng didn't say any polite words. He just used a terminal to turn off the clock to tell the time, turned up the electronic sign, and demonstrated with practical actions what "the king does not come to court early". Unfortunately, Lu Bixing understood him, and he must be responsible for the delay now. He would use sleep time to make up for it. Without a strict schedule, he would not have the human-machine compatibility that would always be stable at the limit. No matter how much he lingered, he would have to say goodbye and leave temporarily.

　The lights of Galaxy City in the distance turned on. Galaxy City adjacent to the base seemed safe and calm at this time. It was a blessing in disguise that order had been established during the plague. The personal terminals in the city were connected together, imitating the practice in the previous market. Virtual accounting currency has been distributed in a small area, which can be obtained through work and transactions, and exchanged for some daily necessities. This city is devastated and in need of reconstruction. Jobs are easy to find. The materials distributed to residents are combat readiness materials from the Self-Defense Force base. Galaxy City is rich in environment and resources, and there is no shortage of population. It should be self-sufficient after complete restoration. .

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

　The excitement in his body subsided briefly, turning into a lingering heat that melted into his limbs. Lu Bixing swept away the fatigue of the long journey, Feeling that he had endless strength, he was so excited that he could fly around in the sky, so he rushed into the mecha station like a chicken, and overhauled all the parked mechas from beginning to end. He still refused to give up, and went to the mecha station again. Accompanied by Zhan Lu, he broke into the core laboratory and spent the night fighting with the encryption system of the anti-triad society.

　I kept going like this for twelve hours. The next day, I received a meeting called by the chief, and found that it was already bright.

　Lu Bixing had a pair of huge dark circles under his eyes, as if he was on drugs.

　"To establish order is like bringing countless creeks together, leading them into the mainstream, and returning them to one direction," the newly appointed wartime coordinating consultant said. "It requires a strong gravity to open up the water channels, and enough "River channels" are high and have sufficient capacity. "River channels" are productive forces. We rely on the network of the old Free Alliance Army..."

　Commander Edward asked: "What is gravity?"

　"Everyone's needs." Lu Bixing said, "Yes. Everyone's most urgent desire when they are desperate is just like when Galaxy City was devoured by the mutant rainbow virus, everyone wants to survive.

　The Chief hesitated: "Galaxy City is currently supported by General Lin's war preparation materials, but. ...We cannot support the eighth galaxy."