When Gloria Star was not blown into a ball, there were a dozen places in the sky that were not suitable for children, and it was the main source of gpp, the unsatisfactory capital star of the Eighth Galaxy. And in these places, a drink called "tornado" used to be popular. It is a powerful stimulant. Drinking it can make you sleepless for 72 hours. Back and forth, every year, I don't know how many fun seekers die in "tornadoes" of excessive references to alcohol.
Lu Bixing took a sip from the Cyclops on the day of his adulthood, and it felt so strong and exciting that more than ten years later, he still remembers it freshly - just like this time.
In fact, this meeting should have been the time for Lin Jingheng's morning exercise. Except for the few days when he was locked in the medical cabin, General Lin's morning exercise has always been unstoppable, and he was absent today. He rested on one of his arms, his gray eyes were slightly closed, his hair was messy, the undulating lines on the side of his face were unusually smooth, and there was blood and water on his lips, which looked much softer than usual.
Lu Bixing stared at him with good eyes, and when he looked at it, his heart turned into a drumstick. At this time, he seemed to have just filled a liter of "tornado", and he felt that he could whistle and swim twice in the sea of clouds. He was reluctant to leave Lin Jingheng, so he had no choice but to hold the planet's gravity firmly, and a mess of characters jumped in his mind.
The sound of his heartbeat was so loud that it not only shook himself to the ground, but even Lin Jingheng, who was sleeping lightly, was startled. Lin Jingheng's eyes opened a slit, and he raised an index finger at him, telling him to be quiet. Lu Bixing really couldn't do it, so he had to turn sideways to block the morning light coming in from the window, and bowed his head and kissed his fingertips.
When he bowed his head, he felt like a crowned knight, who was suddenly enlisted by the Holy Light and took the last step in his long growth, and he would be fearless in everything he encountered in the future.
"Lin," Lu Bixing knew that Lin Jingheng hadn't fallen asleep, so he leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Is Zhan Lu's fuselage really blown up? Then I'll make you a new one. Okay? I have read the specifications of the first mecha in the alliance, and the design drawing of the military factory has entered the fourth draft. The engineering team has begun to adjust the robots, and when the military factory is built, don’t laugh!”
Lin Jingheng's voice was a little hoarse: "You make a draft before you speak."
"I am the best mecha designer in the Eighth Galaxy."
Lin Jingheng didn't open his eyes, but he couldn't smile. When he was young at the Ulan Military Academy, his classmates quarreled and laughed at each other. The usual sayings were "You are so-and-so from the Eighth Galaxy" or "You are the Eighth Galaxy. Level", people who are scolded in this way often feel that they have been greatly offended, and there is no civilized language in the following retort.
In other words, "The Eighth Galaxy" is an adjective that is a little more civilized than scolding the street.
The warm breath of the self-proclaimed No. 1 mecha designer in the Eighth Galaxy swept across his earlobe, like every ordinary man who would brag when he spoke human words, he began to run around the mecha in his mouth: "I I also want to add some 'primary mecha' in the military factory, which is the kind of 'kart mecha' that can be driven in one day of training, but a brother in the engineering team told me that the primary mecha is a lethal weapon after all, that's all Popularization is too dangerous, I think he is very thoughtful, so he intends to use the 'junior mecha' as a teaching assistant to use Qixing to set up a new Xinghai Academy. Daystar will be like Votto too - well, more populous of course than Warto, a whole planet full of well-packaged dignitaries sucks. We'll have tiered roads and sidewalks, too, and we'll kill car crash Daystars There is a lot of wasteland, I can go to the chief to ask for a piece, and build it according to your mansion in Votto?"
Lin Jingheng said, "Not good."
"Then build it according to my previous home on Gloria Star - I used to have a very large home, and it needs a lot of robots to clean up. I can use Zhan Lu as the electronic housekeeper of the central system."
Lin Jingheng said, "Zhan Lu is very noisy."
"It's okay, you think we're annoying, you can blast us out together, so that I can annoy each other with Zhan Lu, and no one will bother you." Lu Bixing quickly gave a solution and whispered, "But Don't shoot me out too often."
Lin Jingheng felt that the people next to him were rustling towards him, and tried to stretch out his hand.
Lin Jingheng opened his eyes and glanced at him, Lu Bixing quickly controlled his hand, and his tail was raised two meters high: "Hold me for a while, don't move."
Lin Jingheng slapped the back of his hand gently.
Lu Bixing sighed silently, his palm was close to the man's body temperature. He was a little bit savory, but also a little confused, and felt very sorry for Turan - because when he was ignorant, he brazenly bragged to her, but he didn't know it was broken now Is there any chance for the skin to come back
Although Lin Jingheng didn't show it, Lu Bixing's intuition didn't make him feel comfortable. Young scientists seemed to have discovered a new discipline and challenge on the road of life. As soon as they turned to the "catalog", they were a little hungry and eager to think about it. Self-improvement by digging some teaching materials from Captain Turan.
After thinking about it for a while, Lu Bixing was startled to realize that his thoughts were about to deviate again, and he quickly pulled back with a red face.
"When we are old, the war should be over." He said, "I will teach, write books, write a lot, talk about how to reshape the first mech of the alliance, and write a memoir, which is half used to talk about business, The rest of the focus is on today - how I got the first man in the league"
Lu Bixing wished he could plan every second from the next second until the two of them moved into the grave. Just making a list and imagining what the two of them could do together in the future would be enough for him to babble for half a month. Lin Jingheng listened to the beginning and felt that according to Principal Lu's plan, his remaining natural life span of more than two hundred years might not be enough. year.
Listening to his description, it is as if the end of this life, the big and small waves will disappear, and there is no separation of life and death in the world.
"Do people nowadays still like to read this kind of delusional story and grow old together or something?"
In the Fortress of Angel City, next to the crying female statue on the central square, a movie propaganda film is playing on the three-dimensional screen - During the war years, the entertainment consumption of Angel City was higher than that of Votto, and the poor people who were expelled from the Garden of Eden Maybe it's just entertainment.
The literature and art industry is booming like never before, and some film makers have even crossed the class and obtained the privilege of entering the Fortress of Angel City. Evgenia's concert is hard to find even an electronic ticket, which is not cheaper than a bunch of blue seas.
There is a telescope in Marshal Woolf's lounge, which has a very good view. It can be used to watch the stars at night, and the square can be seen at a glance during the day. Holding a teacup, he watched the entire promotional film. It tells a love story between a man and a woman, from the twenties to the gray-haired, very romantic, and the scene was taken in Votto - of course, Votto has been occupied by pirates, and the film is a virtual background synthesis.
"It is said that the movie that is about to be released has high expectations among the audience, and the pre-sale tickets for the premiere have already been sold out." The Marshal's personal secretary bent down and respectfully refilled him with hot tea. The secretary's name was "Wang Ailun", in his early 200s, olive skin, tall and thin.
The old marshal had a quirk. He didn't like to use artificial intelligence. All the work around him had to be done by real people. Wang Ailun had been with him for more than 150 years, taking care of his daily life. The secretary can hardly speak and has a very low sense of presence. Most of the time, he is more like a robot than artificial intelligence. Only in private occasions without outsiders will he have a few words with Marshal Woolf: "Everyone is anxious about tomorrow, so They are hoping for something that can last forever, love or anything else; everyone wants to go back to Votto, the blue sea can get a market, isn't it because the hype is 'nowhere to go'? This film is different It's all sticky, maybe it will become the theme of all the tea parties in Angel City next week."
"It's very clear. I heard that the Sea of Blue Cultivation Base has your equity, and you made a lot of money, right?" Marshal Woolf glanced at Wang Ailun with a half-smile, and said softly without waiting for him to answer, "I want to go back to Votto, but Votto is no longer the Votto you want, and the people around you have changed one after another, and when you live to a gray-haired age, you will find that even yourself It has also changed. The things you believed in before are gone, your ideals and beliefs have collapsed at least a hundred times, and almost all the organs on your body have been replaced by the medical cabin. Need to resort to artificial memory storage, Ellen, are you ridiculous?"
Wang Ailun listened like a wallflower, and didn't answer too much, and didn't take the opportunity to show his loyalty of "I've been following you", which made people very comfortable.
"You sometimes feel like a zombie occupying someone else's identity. They were right to stop the human genetic modification program. Why do people live so long? We are not born with such a long-lived soul, and it makes sense to prolong the life of the body forever. Live yourself as an urn, the metabolism of the whole society is as slow as a fossil, and the smell of rancidity is everywhere."
As Marshal Woolf said, he held a teacup and started dumbfounded.
The old marshal was never married. It is said that there was a joke-like scandal when he was very young, but the other party died before the establishment of the alliance. From a handsome boy to a gray-haired man, he has as long a history as the Union Museum. When he is not working, he lives in a recluse and has no entertainment. His only hobby is probably holding a cup of tea in a daze, and recalling his life that he will never be able to recall.
Some people say that if it weren't for these years, the most promising generals of the alliance had accidents one after another, so that the rest of the military commission was a waste that could not be brought up, and the old marshal should have retired long ago.
Suddenly, there was a soft sound from the inside of the lounge, and then a wall slowly opened, revealing a secret room on the wall.
The old man is happy and quiet. No foreign guests are accepted in the private lounge. Except for the secretary who takes care of his daily life, no matter who comes, he has to make an appointment. Who knows there is no mystery.
. .
As if he had already prepared, Wang Ailun took out another set of tea sets from the disinfection cabinet without raising his head, brewed tea and poured water like flowing water, and placed it in front of several guests.
Several of the guests wore ceremonial robes and wore masks made of special materials. The silhouette of a "Nuwa" with a human head and a snake body and the logo of the Anti-Ukraine Association were blatantly revealed on their chests. This makes the interstellar pirates of the alliance so disgusted that they come and go freely at the very core of the fortress of Angel City!
"Come here?" The old marshal glanced at them. "In order to take care of us old things, the city of Angels has adjusted the temperature to 26C. Isn't it hot when you wrap it up like this?"
"Our hearts are full of fear," replied a masked man. "Under the alliance, the dust floating in the air may be monitored, and even a single hair will make us uneasy."
Another masked man replied: "I hope that in a hundred years, the world we have built will be free of electronic terror."
They are used to the "prophetic language" of the Anti-Ukrainian Society, and greeting is a set of lines, the ending is very long, with a strange rhythm, and the speech is like singing.
Woolf waved his hand: "Okay, don't think about it in a hundred years. You can't deal with the rabble in the Glory Corps. Now that the organization is in chaos and complaining, you should take care of yourself first."
Wang Ailun stepped forward in response, raised his wrist, and a three-dimensional projection of light shot out from his wrist. A middle-aged man in plain clothes appeared among everyone, and his eyes seemed to contain concern.
A few masked people from the Anti-Ukraine Society were immediately taken aback, and for a while no one cared about dressing up, and said, "It's Alexander Harris!"
"What's the matter, is he still alive?"
"Alive," replied the taciturn secretary, "The Prophet Harris took the pseudonym 'Hope'. He had been hiding under the command of Prince Gloria in the Eighth Galaxy. Recently, we have received reliable information that this person has resurfaced and is organizing Seek support in secret. Gentlemen, because of your bad decision-making, allied with the Glorious Army, those ungrateful things took over Votto and turned their faces away, trapped you in the eight star systems, and are now entangled by those local warlords. , The organization is full of complaints, and the voices of opposition are getting louder and louder. Harris has always been very demagogic. Now that he returns to the organization, what will be the consequences, you know."
Marshal Woolf sat down slowly: "We are allies, everyone, the outside is already turbulent, and the inside can't stand the storm."
Several masked people from the Anti-Ukraine Society were silent for a moment, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Marshal, since you have a source of information, can you give us some clues?"
Wang Ailun smiled: "The last coordinate of the prophet Harris is near the Egret star in the eight galaxy. He will detour through a civil waterway and pass through the interstellar customs. According to reliable information, someone inside the organization will meet him in the seventh galaxy. My personal suggestion is to Don't let him show up in public, it's better to get rid of him in the Eight Galaxy, what do you guys think?"
A masked man blurted out, "Marshal, is the news accurate? What exactly is your channel?"
Woolf raised his head, and his aged eyes suddenly shot a falcon-like light, as if it could penetrate his mask in an instant. The masked man who spoke suddenly felt a slip of the tongue and moved uneasily. The two companions behind him grabbed him, and he immediately lowered his head: "Sorry, I'm not"
"It doesn't matter if the gentlemen don't believe us. You can wait for Harris to have a high-profile battle with him after he comes back, and see who can win over who," Wang Ailun said with a smile, "I personally look forward to— It's getting late, and the marshal has made an appointment for a medical examination next, so be careful on your way."
A few masked people were on someone else's site, of course they didn't dare to make trouble, they quickly left, and the door of the secret room was closed again. Wang Ailun put their used teacups into the powerful shredder, and glanced at the old marshal. The look of hesitating.
Woolf asked, "What's the matter?"
Wang Ailun hesitated for a moment: "You sent someone to pick up Harris, give him armed support, and leaked his whereabouts to the 'manic' rabies. Do you really want to help him, or do you want his life?"
"Harris is a smart person, much better than this group of wild dogs who know how to shout slogans, and he was very close to the two rebellious Baita in his early years. When Laura Gden blew himself up, 'forbidden fruit' and chip technology Lost one after another, after so many years, these idiots have not achieved any results, but I suspect that Harris knows something, just because he is against Nuwa's plan, he has been refusing to say." Woolf said, "This person can come. To be a dangerous person is to be old, and there are always some unrealistic delusions of peace, and we are not of the same mind."
Wang Ailun said: "Yes, the rationalist is always a little harder."
"But only rationalists can stir up the biggest storm and become the eye of a typhoon." Woolf said, "He is too fond of pastoral fantasies, and he has to be taught a lesson to wake him up and let him know that under the guns , and belief is not bullshit, the change of power must be bloodshed, and he can only rely on us - then, what is the charm of the ghost place in the eighth galaxy, let him stay for so long?"
Wang Ailun looked up at him.
Woolf's face was in shadow, like a long-dead statue.
"Whatever it is, let's clean it up together," Woolf waved, "so that he doesn't want to go back to farming—that stick needs a bit of hatred to spur."
Wang Ailun responded, and then asked: "Marshal, about the Eighth Galaxy and Jingheng, do you believe in Harris?"
This time, Woolf was silent for a long time.
The secretary realized that he had asked something difficult to answer, and bowed his head, preparing to leave quietly.
"I wish to believe," said Woolf. "I wish he was dead."
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