Sadness should be poured over sorrow, joy should be full of joy, sorrow and joy are mixed, and it is hard to describe, so I have no choice but to not get drunk or return.
In the second half of the wedding, Zhan Lu didn't have enough champagne prepared, so he temporarily brought in Lin Jingheng's liquor store to save him. Of course, there were all kinds of liquor, so everyone could only drink it together, and the effect doubled. It didn't take long for the guests in dresses to look like demons and monsters who had a prototype, and they were released one by one on the spot. If it was just at the beginning, everyone still deliberately wanted to make the topic easier. By this time, many people have already started to distinguish between people and ghosts, and they don't know what is going on today.
"Old Zheng, what kind of bull are you? Do you know why you were selected as the general's guard?" Nagus swayed and threw himself on Zheng Di.
Commander Zheng Di of the Central Army of the Second Galaxy has been smashed to pieces in the Heart of the Rose, and now there is only a ray of projection for the banquet. Of course, he can't catch him. Nagus fluttered in the air, but with a good sense of balance, he slid half a circle around the round table. , actually maintained the independent posture of the golden rooster and did not fall.
"That day, the general drank too much, and he walked just like me when he was so drunk. He stuck to the wall and kissed the wall all the way, and he saw a double image of everyone. Just point at one and you will take it away. When you wake up, take a look. , Well, his nose was crooked. He found that he chose a flagpole and went to the Guards Corps. He had one more head than the others, and was three centimeters taller than the general himself! The image was not very good, and the face was wretched, and he went to the square. The last poke is probably only for a pirate flag."
Commander Zheng in the projection responded, showing his disdainful height.
"Why are you spreading rumors in front of me?" Lu Xin protested, "Who said he was three centimeters taller than me, ah? Is there any official information? Are there any photos? Da Zheng, don't be ashamed, sit down with me quickly!"
The whistleblower, Nagus, drank the sixth glass of red wine in one fell swoop, and his soul floated into space. He stepped on the chair and let out a thunderous sound: "Because our general's height is false, hahahahaha After Lao Zheng came, he placed an order overnight, and customized the inner heightening hiccup for the military boots of himself and the Guards!"
White walked over with crab steps, holding a bottle cap, pretending to be the camera, and "shooting" at Nagus, he said, "General Lu Xin, the greatest of the alliance, is suspected of falsely reporting his height, which is a loss of morality. , or the trauma of the times"
As he was about to fall, Lin Jingheng hooked a chair with his feet and caught White who was swaying, suddenly feeling that General Lu's image was not so tall.
Lu Xin was not to be outdone: "As long as you have a mouth, you can speak, okay - Nagus, tell me the story of your graduation from the military academy delayed for one year because your weight was not up to standard."
In the projection, General Duke of the First Galaxy Frontier Guard hurriedly said, "The general is right!"
Ankru, who died inexplicably, followed: "Be honest!"
It can be seen that whoever and Lu Xin passed through the interior increased.
"That's the moral downfall, it's all taken away by that kid. That's the sick social values," Nagus raised the empty glass over his head and thumped his chest with one hand. "Space Force, High energy and good health? I'm not overweight, I'm just a little more fit than the norm."
Lin Jingheng: "Does one point mean eight kilograms?"
Nagus: ""
"Your name is on Dr. Lance's list. I have investigated each of your files in detail," Lin Jingheng paused and added, "It's really not much, it's just the weight of a roast suckling pig."
"The Military Commission of the Alliance is evil! Weight management has become a rigid indicator! What positive impact does this have on society? What is the difference between you and the savage primitive people who are corseted and deboned with anorexia?" Nagus was furious. Is there any reason for a hundred-year-old old marshal to control his diet?"
Someone at the scene sprayed alcohol and looked up at the attic collectively.
The projection of Marshal Woolf landed under a potted palm in the attic. Hearing this, he paused and raised a glass downstairs—except for the last period of his life, when he was trapped in the "Queen of the Night" illusion and dying. In addition, Woolf's public image has remained the same for decades, thin, neat, and unsmiling.
"As people get older, their metabolism slows down, they have old arms and legs, and it is difficult to maintain the amount of exercise they did when they were young," Woolf said casually. "After the age of two hundred, I mainly rely on nutritional supplements instead of diet. Precise control of intake can also kill appetite.”
"It's a coincidence," Lin Jingshu, who was the beauty of Watto, interjected with a smile, "I don't like to sweat myself. Have you tried supplementary drugs to increase metabolism? I've used two brands, both of which are good."
"That's what you young people use," Woolf said calmly. "Over two hundred years old, this thing has the risk of accelerating Pop. The Military Commission had a related case back then, how did they evaluate it later? Oh - 'Born from trouble, dies from overnutrition'."
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Lin Jingheng: ""
The two life-and-death enemies sat together and discussed diet and weight loss, almost with a new sense of seriousness.
"You are overnourished, but we are starving!" - This is Chief Edward, who did not forget to worry about the country and the people after his death.
Woolf: "My apologies."
"Too much attention to packaging and appearance is a conspiracy of consumerism. Consumerism is a leg of the Garden of Eden, and even the generals are caught in it, which shows that the fine control of the Garden of Eden has been quite successful." - This is Laura with her head held up and absent-minded. ? Dr. Gordon.
"Consumption? The general never consumes. The general is a stingy. Every time it's his turn to pay, he invites us to eat in the supply canteen." - This is the commander-in-chief of Nagus who digs the grave of his old boss when he is drunk.
"There's nothing wrong with paying attention to appearance, isn't it a lot of good-looking recruits recruited?" Turan wine cowardly, ran to Lin Jingheng and stood at attention, hiccups, "Report!"
Lin Jingheng: "Don't say it, get out."
"I want to say it! General, you are tied up by your dress today, and you can't cut my hair, hehe." Turan said nonsense, "Report! It's this festive season"
Brothers Poisson Yang and Thomas Yang rushed up and dragged her away from left to right: "What festival is it, is it a drunken festival?"
Turan's upper body was dragged one meter away, and his two legs were still digging on the ground: "On this festival, general, general, I have a long-cherished wish, I just want to touch your face, I heard that Ye Fugen Nia insures your face for 100,000 First Interstellar Coins! Let me touch it!"
Lu Bixing appeared out of nowhere. He pulled up Turan's paw with one hand and dragged Bayer with the other. With a crisp sound, he stuck Turan's paw on Bayer's face, and said generously, "Just touch it."
Bayer's face instantly "matched red" with the wine in the glass, his body froze, and his soul disappeared.
Lu Bixing, who was deeply in possession of his merits and fame, was quickly dragged to the other side by another wave of guests.
It was not until the dew fell that the "flower girls" seemed to have been lifted from their curse. The mecha cores of the Ten Famous Swords underwent a night of "reform through labor". The guests' personal terminals are set to "drunk mode" - so that the self-driving car can pull them home, and the home's smart appliances and medical cabin will be ready to automatically soak the drunk in the sober and sleep potion.
Everyone left, and only the projections were left. When the guests were full, I didn't feel that it would be deserted. When I looked at it again, I suddenly felt that the projections still sitting in the courtyard were fake.
Lu Bixing saw off the guest, took a glass of ice water that Zhan Lu handed him to drink, and heaved a long sigh: "It's so tiring to invite friends and relatives to have a meal, how can Jingheng manage that kind of serious wedding?"
Lin Jingheng probably disliked being restrained, so he took off his tuxedo jacket and put it on a chair, but no one was there.
Lu Bixing: "How much did he drink? Didn't he find a place to vomit?"
The housekeeping robots came out in full force and started to clean up the mess. The night wind swept the decorative plants, the branches and leaves rustled and stretched down from the heights. Lu Bixing raised his head with a sense of feeling.
Lin Jingheng stretched her legs on the top of the attic and put it on a small wooden chair. The view here is very good, the starry sky is clear, and you can see the roofs of many neighbors. At this time, it is the dry season of Galaxy City, and many people have changed the attic. It has become a terrace, and some interested people have built a small ecological garden at home, and occasionally a few cats walk over the wall with their tails up, patrolling the territory and going home.
"I didn't notice it before, it's really cramped to live here. I don't know whose cat ran into the backyard that day and beat the snake that Zhan Lu kept, so scared that it doesn't dare to leave the house now. He said in a low voice, "I remember that in Votto, within thirty hectares, it was my family's private property."
Lin Jingshu's projection sat side by side with him: "The palm tree in the corner has a bad temper. It's so loud that it's so noisy."
Lin Jingheng tilted her head and glanced at her, vaguely feeling that she had returned to her childhood.
At that time, they had a big home, far away from the downtown area. The only living creatures in the home were the two of them and a ghost-like father. Sometimes they could not see Lin Wei for ten days and a half. The artificial intelligence took care of the garden so delicately and coldly that whenever the wind was blowing, the plants would whisper hauntedly, and at this time, the twins would climb on the roof, pretending to understand what the trees were saying, and pretending to understand what the trees were saying. Match them with words.
Lin Jingheng: "Are you arguing with the pocket coconuts around you?"
"The flowering plants in the flower beds downstairs are grotesquely sour." Lin Jingshu's eyes passed through a row of green curtains hanging from Chlorophytum and landed in the deserted garden. The artificial intelligence was clearing the field, and the projectors disappeared one by one. Why, only she is still there," it said that lavender has a body odor, and the phalaenopsis makeup is too thick to be seen when it is close to the root. White roses are a mob, and they have to be mixed together in groups to have a pattern, otherwise it will be like a mass of rubbing. Wrinkled snot wipes."
A smile flashed across Lin Jingheng's face, and then he became lonely again. There was a low, soft, even a bit deceiving female voice in his ear, which was different from the crisp child's voice in his memory. He was silent for a while, then opened the personal terminal, and a projection of a necklace popped up on his wrist.
The white gold chain, with a small unicorn made of mother-of-pearl and colored gemstones, shone with a circle of soft fluorescence.
Lin Jingshu opened her eyes.
"I remember you had one when you were young," Lin Jingheng looked a little uncomfortable, looking away, "This is"
He prepared it carefully, drew it bit by bit according to his memory, and asked someone to make it according to his sketch. I wanted to give it to her at her wedding, but when it came to the end, I was afraid that it would provoke her unnecessary childhood memories, which seemed to go against his original intention of protecting her by deliberately alienating him. After thinking about it, he still deducted this necklace from the gift. .
"I bought it when I saw it on a business trip," Lin Jingheng habitually said in a nonchalant tone, "I never thought of giving it to you, it's at the bottom of the silver fortress."
Later, it probably turned into space junk in the bombing of pirates.
"It's just that you are here, take it away." Lin Jingheng waved his hand, and the necklace flew out of his personal terminal and landed in the palm of the projection Lin Jingshu, and the two projections were intelligently connected together.
"Thank you, brother." Lin Jingshu's face burst into a smile like a little girl. She put it on immediately, took out the mirror, posed at a few angles, and turned her head to ask him enthusiastically, "Does it look good?"
Lin Jingheng smiled at first, but soon, the smile faded: "Zhan Lu, you don't have to."
Without modeling, Lin Jingheng also knew that when she received the necklace, it was impossible for her to react like this. She no longer loved unicorns, nor would she shake hands with him to make peace. She was not someone who looked ahead and looked back. She had already seen the ending from the first day she walked down the road. This is obviously Zhan Lu who broke the setting and was far-fetched. Unfortunately, it was too fake. He only lied to him for a second, and then he woke up from the dream.
Lin Jingshu's projection paused, and then she kept a bright smile and disappeared into the air without moving.
"It's not Zhan Lu, it's me."
Lu Bixing didn't know when he went to the attic, came over and hugged him from behind, put his chin on his shoulder, a refreshing aroma of wine permeated with his breath, with body temperature.
Lin Jingheng sighed.
"how?"
Lin Jingheng: "It's nothing, just go into the house when you clean up, it's still quite cold outside."
Lu Bixing held him down and didn't let him move: "You want to say, if you knew it was me, you wouldn't say it, and you would pretend to be coaxed by me to be happy, right? I hate it."
Lin Jingheng paused, no one dared to scatter their virtues in front of him, so all the wine the guests poured into Lu Bixing's stomach, which would be somewhat unclear. It was very frustrating to dismantle it, so he clinged to people unreasonably, used alcohol to act like a spoiled child, buried his face on his shoulder and rubbed his face, muttering unhappy.
"Hey"
"Why is your shirt so hard?" Lu Bixing frowned in dissatisfaction, and before Lin Jingheng could answer, he opened his mouth and bit him, "I hate it."
Lin Jingheng "hiss", pinched his chin, and raised his face.
"If you are mine, what am I pretending to do?"
"What did I say?"
"Go to sleep, aren't you tired?"
"Say it again." Lu Bixing jumped to catch up, "Speak clearly!"
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