It was a silent ceremony, and Lu Bixing saw the interstellar wanderer's funeral for the first time.
No graves, no carols, no corpses, and naturally no corpses farewell.
Thumb-high white candles are in a row, and whose name is posted, even if they are here for whom, the fat lady lit them one by one, and then the candles face each other, people silently, the candles burn silently, burn out, even if Farewell, let's go together, and end this hasty fate.
The people living in this base, whose origins are unknown, have no identities in their lives, and have no deeds worthy of praise, have struggled to live for more than a hundred years, just like a tiny star in the "Death Desert", coming from a collision, and then in In the collision, the ashes disappeared, and they came and went in time, leaving no trace.
Baiyinjiu changed shifts, the small mecha that transported people ran back and forth, overflowing with turbid heat waves, the energy tower slanted to the other side, and the air at the base was unevenly heated, and it began to flow, forming a melodious evening wind. As the evening wind passed, the candles were extinguished one by one, and the small notes with their names were rolled up into the sky, flying scattered into the narrow dwellings and alleys, and disappeared.
Then dinner began.
Bai Yinjiu, who had just been on duty from the mecha, was as familiar as the captain of the guard, and came when he smelled it. He naturally mingled in it, eating and drinking.
Sister Fat poured Lu Bixing a glass of self-brewed malt wine, which was not filtered very cleanly, but the taste was not bad. He shook his glass, walked over to Saturday, and patted Saturday on the shoulder.
This Saturday, Lin Jingheng was thrown into the long-range patrol team. He was tortured to the point of being unable to survive or die. The baby's face was thin. Like a dog.
"Prince Gloria died like this." On Saturday, he lowered his head and stomped the ground, as if to confirm that he really got off the mecha. "What about after it's like a dream? Will the pirates send anyone else?"
Lu Bixing said: "It's hard to say, it depends on how the anti-Ukraine will be deployed in the eighth galaxy, or whether Ares Feng is an important person in them."
"Indeed," said Saturday, raising his hand to touch him with a cup, "except for the madman Aresvon who harms others and does not benefit himself, no one will come to the Eighth Galaxy, right? Even the pirates know that there is nothing here. "
Lu Bixing thought for a while, and then asked: "The coordinates of the base are not safe. A group of old, weak, sick and disabled live here. What are your plans?"
As soon as I heard it on Saturday, my shoulders collapsed, and my two shoulder blades were propped up, and there was a shaky arc in the middle. I said weakly, "Mr. Lu, when you opened the school before, the failure rate must have been very high every year, right?"
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Teacher Lu's school failure rate is indeed frighteningly high, but he doesn't think it's his own problem.
"You're asking too much, now ask me what's my plan" Saturday stared at the ground, his eyes straightened, and muttered, "I just want to lie on all fours now, dig out my brain and put it aside, I don't want to think about anything. It takes all my strength to survive once."
Lu Bixing knew what he was interested in, and immediately stopped asking. He sat side by side with him in a daze, dug out his brain and put it on his lap, emptying his head, and watched the energy tower sink under the sky.
People drank the big boxes of malt wine that Fat Sister and the others brought over, and the pain gradually melted, and they started to make noise. Some people were talking to themselves, and some people gathered together in groups of three or five to scolded the street loudly. , Anyway, up and down three roads are flying all over the sky, and there is quite a rhythm and rhythm, like a chorus.
"Miss Foucault said that we will still be called the 'Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force' in the future, and the name of the administrative building does not need to be changed." On Saturday, under the noisy background sound, he suddenly said that he did not go to the village or the store. The tongue is a bit big, "I remember when I first formed the Self-Defense Force. At that time, I felt that I chose my destiny, and I was full of rhetoric. You were fooling me. Now I know that I was deceived. I was pushed and shoved by fate. It has come this far. Sitting here just now, I feel as if I have lost my memory, and suddenly I can't remember how I drove my mecha to the battlefield, how I picked up guns and fired at others. I thought I was sitting next to me It's a vacation"
The word "holiday", he said choked and slurred, Lu Bixing responded with a half-beat and glanced at him.
"I thought" Saturday's facial features huddled together, shook his head and stretched hard, but he let it go before he stretched it out. With half a meat skewer in his mouth that he didn't have time to chew, Saturday's throat let out a whimper like a beast's whimper without warning, and a line of nosebleeds flowed out. .
No one heard his whimper, everyone was venting, as if there is no tomorrow for today.
Lu Bixing got up quietly, passed through the crowd while wiping, and went to the main control room of the mecha.
Lin Jingheng didn't 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 replayed the entire battle on a 360-degree screen, like a chess player replaying the game. An electron is held between the fingertips.
From the first day to the present, Lin Jingheng hadn't slept for nearly 40 hours. He was exhausted and overwhelmed, and he was probably really tired. As soon as the elevator door opened, Lu Bixing saw the electronic clips between his fingertips fall to the ground.
Lin Jingheng reacted suddenly, "tsk". There was no one around at this time, so he didn't bother to bend down, stretched his legs, used his feet to hook the electrons that were far away, and with a flick of his toes, he rolled into the palm of the hand that was waiting beside him.
Lu Bixing said: "Strike, three points!"
Lin Jingheng was yelled at by his voice. It seemed that more than 200 bones had grown out of thin air. In an instant, he recovered from the semi-paralyzed state to sitting upright. Lu Bixing thought he had stepped on Admiral Lin's tail thousands of miles away from more than 20 meters away, and suddenly his footsteps were much gentler. He walked along the cracks in the floor, and he put a steaming kebab on the floor. In front of Lin Jingheng - Lin Jingheng should have just eaten the nutritional cream, and the wrapping paper is still there.
Lu Bixing: "I used to eat nutritional cream, but now I suddenly feel that this thing can be selected as one of the top ten inventions against humanity."
Nutritional cream is generally only the size of a palm, and its texture is a little harder than jelly. The entrance will melt quickly. A normal adult stuffed into it is almost like drinking a glass of water. 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 substance that will stimulate the brain and make people lose interest in food for a period of time. Although they are not full, they will not be greedy when they see food.
This thing can greatly reduce the digestion time after meals. You can participate in a ten-kilometer weight-bearing run after just five minutes of eating. There is no risk of damage to the digestive system.
The healthy Lin Jingheng glanced at the pork belly in front of him, and it really didn't touch him. He waved at Lu Bixing and motioned him to take it away.
"I heard that your canteen in Silver Fortress only provides nutritional cream every day?"
"What's wrong with the nutritional cream?" Lin Jingheng looked back at the note at hand indifferently, "The nutritional cream of the Silver Fortress is very expensive, it is not cheaper than hiring a group of five-star chefs, and the nutritional indicators are based on the soldiers. Personalized matching of physical conditions also saves time.”
Lu Bixing asked strangely: "Wasting time properly will help improve the quality of life, so why save?"
Lin Jingheng glanced at him: "It saves you having to eat and think with your stomach."
Lu Bixing had become accustomed to his style. He was sarcastic, but he didn't take it to heart. He picked up a charred and tangy kebab, and ate the mushrooms that were in the line between the meat strips one by one: "When I was a child, I lived in On the Gloria Star, there is a warehouse next to it, where Lao Lu's goods are stored. The place is very large. It is said that he wanted to keep it as a garden. Lao Lu refused. Growing all kinds of vegetables, have you ever seen a farm?"
Votto is known as the most beautiful garden expo garden in the world. Every tree is a work of art, and no fruits and vegetables are grown. Young Master Lin, who grew up in Wotto, listened to the one-eyed eagle's hobby and despised it. He sneered. He thought to himself: This old Persian cat is probably a cross-breed of the idyllic cat.
"There is a sensor next to each plant, and there is a color-changing scale on it. The light will turn on when the grid turns red, which means that a certain part of the plant has grown to the best taste. Scan it with a personal terminal and you can see a lot of Where the red light is on, it’s like a scavenger hunt every time you go in, and you can pick it off and let the robot cook it and eat it at my favorite barbecue station in the mushroom garden.”
Lin Jingheng kept his eyes on the note and didn't answer, as if he was just listening to his words as background sound. However, this person was chattering in his ear like this, but his face was unusually peaceful, and he didn't mean to be impatient.
Lu Bixing said: "When there is no war in the future, I will build another academy and leave an open space in the backyard to make an indoor farm, like a maze."
Lin Jingheng drew a circle on the word "arms", and after hearing Lu Bixing's lofty ambition, he thought, "You are really childish."
"But at that time, my health was not very good, and my diet was restricted. Lao Lu didn't let me go, and I couldn't stand it because of the grinding, so he agreed to take me in to bake mushrooms when it snowed. Gloria is different from Beijing Star. There is not such a long winter, especially where we live only have two seasons of dry and rainy seasons. In the dry season, the precipitation is very rare, the temperature in the rainy season is relatively high, and snow is a very rare climate. It has snowed three times in 20 years. It's a big surprise every time—is it snowing in Votto?"
Lin Jingheng: "No."
The snow in Votto is all controlled manually. Wulan College rains once a week during summer time, and organizes snowfall every 20 days during winter time. On snowy days, there will be a half-day vacation and a dozen homework. In Lin Jingheng's impression , always associated with the sleepy library.
He took out Lu Bixing's words and thought about it for a moment, and the tip of his heart was lifted gently. Because the one-eyed eagle is not a rational type of parent, and Ji is the one who promises to drink too much, so he can be so strictly guarded, what life did Lu Bixing live when he was a child
"Ah yes," Lu Bixing remembered something, "I know you Ulan Academy, follow the steps step by step, everything is accurate to the second, it's boring, this is really tender."
He took a bite of a beef ball and made a "crunch" sound. The gravy almost overflowed, and Lu Bixing almost burst into tears. The strong fragrance spread in the main control room of the mecha. On the three-dimensional screen next to him, Prince Gloria's Death Ghost Team It seems that the inappropriate scent has slowed down the progress. Lin Jingheng's eyes jumped, remembering that he couldn't stand it any longer: "Is your health not very good?"
"When I was a kid, I was a kid!" Lu Bixing emphasized while being scalded and air-conditioned, his tone was like a liar who sells fake and shoddy products, "Now my health is good, I go to bed early and get up early, exercise regularly, and live in a zero-gravity environment in space. A year and a half is nothing, you don't have to worry about that."
Lin Jingheng just wanted to nod, but suddenly felt that something was wrong with what he said: "What am I worried about?"
Lu Bixing held half a meatball in his mouth, looked at him and smiled shyly and slyly, and said, "It's nothing."
The blue veins on Lin Jingheng's forehead meant jumping in place, and Lu Bixing quickly said, "You asked first! Hey, why is your face down again? Why did you just let me get out if I didn't get out? General, I found out about you. How can people get angry so easily? I'll give you a bunch of meatballs."
Lin Jingheng: ""
"Especially with me," Lu Bixing said happily, "I have observed that you and others don't have this symptom, why are you so special to me?"
Lin Jingheng was still shocked that he "can only eat mushrooms once in snow". He couldn't say the ugly words. Lu Bixing's shameless sentence made him unable to answer, so he picked up a meatball angrily and grabbed it. He opened his mouth and pretended to be deaf.
Lin Jingheng is different from the one-eyed eagle. He is precise, steady and reliable in his bones. 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 if there is Ruowu. His sense of indulgence provoked Lu Bixing's long-suppressed childish habit - the less he ignored him, the more he wanted to tease him.
The provocation made Lin Jingheng eat an extra late-night snack for no reason, and he was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting. There was no other way. He secretly sent a live broadcast to Cyclops' personal terminal, and attracted the old Persian cat with Zhang Ya and claws to rescue him. His ears were clean, and the next morning, before dawn, he ran away with a gang of hooligans from Baiyin Jiuyi, leaving Turan to guard the base, and went to track down the remnants of Prince Gloria's guard.
The so-called "a wise man has a thousand thoughts, and he has a loss", Lin Jingheng lost his head, and even left Turan, the first good deed of the Silver Ten Guardians, to Lu Bixing.
Turan quickly found out the relationship between her boss and Principal Lu. She was shocked. It took two days to digest. She watched the fun and ran to find Lu Bixing, saying: This guy didn't kill you, he must be thinking bad about you, and there is no other explanation. I think he has been perverted for a long time, and I don't know what he is thinking. My first major is war, and my first major is war. The second major is sleeping men, come, I will teach you a little experience."
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