"General Turan, there are rumors that this expedition passed through the natural wormhole area and accidentally came into contact with the Alliance Army. How is the situation outside now? Will we have further contact with the Alliance in the future? The Eighth Galaxy Will there be a return to the alliance? Will there be some armed conflict from outside?”
"Your information is very accurate. It seems that some of the scientists in the expedition team need to strengthen the training of confidentiality awareness," Turan smiled calmly at the camera, "We are making further evaluations of the external situation, please believe that no matter the future Where are we going, the freedom and safety of the eighth galaxy will always be our first priority. In addition, at present, it seems that the possibility of alien mechs passing through wormholes on a large scale and posing a threat to us is very small, please don't panic."
"General Turan, I heard that the chief announced a very unexpected news in front of the alliance. Now there are many rumors among the people, will the government give official information?"
"The chief and the expedition team are resting. After all, it is a natural wormhole area. I believe everyone knows the difficulty and danger of this trip, so please be patient. The Eighth Galaxy government has always taken openness and transparency as the first criterion. Important information will be released to the public as soon as it is sorted out."
"General Turan, I heard about General Lin"
Poisson Yang looked at Turan in the middle of the media and did not show any signs of impatience after practicing Tai Chi for half an hour, so he poked the captain of the first guard next to him with his elbow: "Hey, do you remember? Once she I went out and messed around during the vacation, and was sued by the Military Commission, and a large group of reporters came to the Silver Fortress, and that guy said in public."
Li Fulan, the captain of the first guard, handed him a cigarette that was a special product of the Eight Galaxy: "Tast it—she said, 'I have no comment on this matter, the general will not let me talk nonsense now, why don't I dance for you? "
Poisson Yang took it, shook his head, and a smile flashed across his face: "Things are different, the days at that time, when I think about it now, are good days - the general may want to stay in the eighth galaxy, you how to think?"
Li Furan was silent for a moment and replied, "Since the first guard has responded to the call, I will follow him to the end."
"The Eighth Galaxy is independent of the Alliance. If it was said in the past, it should be called a 'pirate'," Poisson Yang gave him a deep look, "How does this matter? Is the general planning to abandon the Alliance completely? In case One day the soldiers will face each other, that is the confrontation between the two countries, do we want to attack the people we protected in the past?"
"Our generation is not enough. We used to be members of the Alliance, and no one wants to turn around and fight with the Alliance. The alliance has been in turmoil for decades, and we should not want to make enemies anymore. The eighth galaxy transition channel has been disconnected, everyone. The water from the well does not run into the river, not to mention that if that person is really the son of General Lu Xin, the Central Alliance will also take into account the feelings of the Central Army in various places. The best result is that everyone will coexist peacefully in the future, but there are limits to each other. To communicate with each other, to be friendly to neighbors, to fight against common enemies, and not to eat in the same pot in private.
Poisson Yang looked up at him.
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"For so many years, the alliance has given me a feeling of despair. I feel very tired when I stay with those people." Li Furan said, "The eighth galaxy is different. I feel that one has been repeatedly ravaged by wars, disasters, and even In the end, they had to cut off the waterway and closed themselves into an isolated island. They did not turn into a strict military empire or a real 'pirate den'. They were willing to spend a lot of money on planetary anti-missile systems and interstellar expeditions. above, it shows that there is vitality here, the vitality of the legendary 'survivor'."
At the end of the Great Voyage Age, a pessimistic sociologist of the universe put forward the "survivor" theory.
He said: From now on, human beings have come out of the grasslands and jungles, conquered the environment, conquered the land, conquered the earth, and then conquered the universe. Now, they have reached the peak of history. From now on, they will either go downhill. Either on the top of the mountains, walking on a tightrope, every tiny invention, every little bit of change, will change the life of human beings dramatically, the dimension of change will be deeper and deeper, the scope of influence will be wider and wider, and human nature The cowardice and vileness inherent in this will endure forever, we are all half-mad with lethal weapons, and it will be easy to destroy the world, civilization and ourselves. Groping in the dark, no one knows if the next step is heaven or hell.
But in our race, there is always an incredible vitality that can re-germinate in the overturned ashes. When the world sinks, a few "survivors" will be selected by this vitality, and they will bear endless pain. Step on the thorns forward, and continue the life of human beings.
"Yeah," Poisson Yang whispered, "there's even General Lu's declaration of freedom here—did you get any news from the general over there?"
This is Lin Jingheng's habit. If the ten silver and silver guards are all gathered together, he usually likes to choose someone who is more stable to help him convey orders. It is not Poisson Yang of the three guards, or Li Fulan of the first guard. flea".
"Oh yes, just received the notice that the general told us to rest in place for three days," Li Furan said, "he suggested that we can go around in the eighth system and asked Turan to arrange it - but I see your brother is there. In this regard, he really has a good heart with him, and the general has not yet said that he will dissolve on the spot, and he will enter the travel mode by himself."
"Thomas that idiot!" Poisson Yang stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, blocking his rude remarks, and suddenly remembered something, "Hey, then again, do you think the relationship between the general and that Chief Lu is not good? Too ordinary?"
Lin Jingheng, who was being discussed by them, was in the kitchen with a serious face, and pulled out a long spindle-shaped object from the robot's hand. There was a stick under it, and there were several wire coils on it. , I didn't see what it was used for, but just judging from the shape of the vessel, I felt that it should have some kind of stirring function, so I put it into the small pot where the tea was boiled.
The manipulator slowly stretched out from the wall, and the electronic butler watched for a while, and then asked, "Sir, what are you doing with the tea?"
"Accelerate extraction." Lin Jingheng swept the flame under the pot with his personal terminal without raising his head. After the personal terminal automatically compared the flame intensity with the standard recipe, a line of small red characters appeared and floated into the air, telling him, "The fire has passed. fierce".
Lin Jingheng made an "oh" and lowered the fire by one stop. The personal terminal automatically scanned again, and a line of small blue characters floated up, saying "The fire is too small".
Lin Jingheng: ""
What kind of shit is this
Zhan Lu said: "This recipe in your personal terminal is a recently published guide for gluttonous eaters. It needs special kitchen utensils. The use rate of kitchen utensils at home is very low. Did you modify the cookware program?"
Lin Jingheng thought for a while, thinking that the principle is to heat the food to make it cooked, as long as there is fire, the kitchen utensils are not important, so he waved to Zhan Lu.
Zhan Lu added: "And sir, the thing in your hand is called 'egg beater'."
Lin Jingheng's hands froze, and then she said without changing her face: "Nonsense, don't I know? Stir well to heat evenly and speed up extraction. What's the problem?"
Zhan Lu: "No problem, your creativity is very humorous, hahaha."
Lin Jingheng turned off the fire deeply, looking at his face, as if he was thinking about the life and death of human beings-then brought the dark red tea soup close to the filter and poured it directly into it.
Zhan Lu couldn't help but said: "Sir, the filter model should be reduced, this gear cannot filter liquid."
Lin Jingheng said that a broken filter has more gears than the missile sight, which is really sick, but in front of Zhan Lu, she still has to pretend to be at ease, and said casually: "Yes, I have to filter twice. ."
Zhan Lu is still arguing with him without a wink: "But increasing the number of invalid filters doesn't work"
"Yes," Lin Jingheng interrupted him, "why do you have so many guiding opinions? I can't restrain you, can I?"
When Lu Bixing hurried downstairs, his freshly washed hair was still dripping water. He didn't care about wiping it, he ran all the way to the entrance of the stairs, and was relieved until he saw Lin Jingheng's back.
Lin Jingheng heard the movement, looked back at him, then pulled the talkative Zhan Lu from the wall and threw it on the "popcorn" who was poking his head at the door. Frightened, he ran away carrying Zhan Lu.
The corner of Lu Bixing's mouth lifted slightly, then he stretched out his hand to support the handrail of the stairs, sat down on the steps, and looked at Lin Jingheng through the railing, he felt like he had stepped on two balls of cotton under his feet, fluttering, ready to go at any time. Able to fly away from the gravitational pull of the Venus.
After the strength of the soothing agent No. 6 passed, Lu Bixing quickly packed up his exposed emotions. "The heart is broken and the earth is broken, and the face is calm" - this is not something that can be cultivated overnight, nor is it a habit that can be changed overnight.
Long time no repeat, there should be a river's thoughts that want to be poured out, but the outlet for pouring out is too small. His mind repeatedly hit his chest back and forth.
And for some unknown reason, he found that he did not dare to ask Lin Jingheng where he had been and how it was all these years.
Lu Bixing slowly rubbed his hands, trying to make them as warm and soft as possible, thinking, "Why don't I dare to ask?"
He is accustomed to asking himself, because if he does not ask, others will not dare to ask. The young boy would be chased by the disgusting teacher to ask about his thoughts, but no one dared to chase after the chief and ask him what he was thinking. And according to Lu Bixing's experience, his own words, no matter how painful or heartbreaking, have to be listened to.
If a person can feel that he has something to say in his heart, but pretends not to hear it and ignores it, he will often retaliate for it, for example, by making him fascinated, and doing things like copying people with hair.
But he was a little hesitant at this time, avoiding the topic of sixteen years in circles.
When Lu Bixing was in the dream, he practiced a collar, because he knew that the person in the dream would disappear when he woke up, so he could enjoy his brief companionship at midnight simply and without any scruples like the end of the world. The joys, sorrows and sorrows were undisguisedly released towards him as before.
However, after his "dream came true" and he was ecstatic, he found that his "special ability" had disappeared. The lower gourd floated up, causing him to slump on the left and right, very embarrassed, and even raised a trace of uncontrollable desire to destroy.
Just when he was hesitating alone, a cup was handed to him, and Lu Bixing raised his head dully.
"Just brewed milk tea," Lin Jingheng stretched out his hand, pierced his five fingers into his wet hair, brushed up a strand of hair hanging down from his forehead, and brushed the thin calluses on his fingers across his scalp, causing Lu Bixing to shiver slightly After a moment, "Taste it."
What flavor can the tea from the egg beater taste like? Anyway, people who are used to drinking strong tea taste it and feel that this base is a cup of fake and shoddy milk mixed with water.
However, Lu Bixing didn't think about it, and he automatically made a surprise expression of "it tastes great". He carefully gathered up the dark emotions that spread in his heart, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "You, a person who makes a living from nutritional cream, can actually do this?"
Lin Jingheng didn't smile and stared at his face.
Lu Bixing: "What's wrong?"
Lin Jingheng took his hand, pulled the cup over, took a sip by himself, and frowned: "I'll ask Zhan Lu to cook another pot for you."
Lu Bixing hurriedly tightened his fingers on the porcelain cup: "Hey, no need."
He paused, recalling the long past unskillfully, trying to regain the feeling of being able to speak casually: "Even if you give me a glass of cold water, it will automatically become honey in my place. I"
Lu Bixing faced him, he was short of words for a while, and his voice was cut off for a moment, which made people feel like sitting on pins and needles. Lin Jingheng's eyes remained motionless in his eyes, as patient and focused as he had been dismantling complicated situations in the space field countless times.
Lu Bixing was a little unbearable to bear such a gaze, and subconsciously staggered his gaze.
"I can't remember what to say?" Lin Jingheng bent down slightly on the stairs below, "I'll teach you. If one day your unlucky partner makes a bunch of hard-to-enter things by hand to force you Eat it, and force you to ask how it tastes, you used to be like this—"
He said, taking a mouthful of "water-filled milk", he pulled Lu Bixing and directly into his mouth. Lu Bixing suddenly widened his eyes, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he swallowed it accidentally.
Lin Jingheng reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth: "Then he said to me 'how does it taste, try it yourself', have you learned?"
Lu Bixing was speechless for a while, and as soon as he inhaled, he choked in the milk tea without swallowing it. He turned his head and coughed violently.
Lin Jingheng took away the tea cup in his hand and knocked on the handrail of the stairs. The ubiquitous electronic butler extended a mechanical hand from the stairs and obediently took away the tableware. Lin Jingheng thought for a while, walked to him and sat down, pulled Lu Bixing's wrist, opened the personal terminals of the two, and set up a special associated program.
Lu Bixing finally coughed out the milk tea that was choking the air pipe, and then heard a light sound on the personal terminal, and a prompt appeared on it: "The one-way location sharing setting is successful".
Then, a map popped up on his wrist, and a small red dot representing Lin Jingheng flashed around him. By touching the little red dot, Lu Bixing could see what was around him and who he was talking to through Lin Jingheng's personal terminal.
Lu Bixing was taken aback: "Wait, you"
Only the guardian and children under the age of six can establish personal terminal location sharing, and they can know each other's movements at all times, but it is two-way and can locate each other. One-way positioning is generally used in prison. These are invisible shackles, and only the jailer needs to know what his prisoners are doing at all times.
Lin Jingheng held him down: "When you don't want to see me, you can turn it off."
Possessiveness is like the monster in Lu Bixing's heart, roaring anxiously in the iron cage, ferocious and addicted to people, but people use their own body as a prison, and can't let these things go out to hurt others, no matter how fierce it is .
Lu Bixing felt like a demon who was holding on to the chains, his hands had been rubbed with blood by the struggling monster, and then he reached in with one hand, flicked lightly on the top of the beast's head, and fed it a piece of meat.
He stared blankly at the beast bowing his head, lying meekly on the ground, and gradually became quiet.
"I know that there is a natural wormhole area near the Heart of the Rose, and I think you have guessed it. The first time I went to the Eighth Galaxy, I passed through there." Lin Jingheng said, "But after 16 years, I have There is a chance to go back there and try your luck, do you want to know what happened after the allied forces of the seven and eight galaxies were ambushed?"
Lu Bixing's eyes flickered.
"If you want to hear it, ask clearly," Lin Jingheng forced him, "If you don't ask, I won't tell."
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