Lu Bixing put his free hand into his mouth, raised his head and whistled a long whistle, and a shadowy figure appeared in the window where the water was just splashed upstairs, peeping through the window.
Lu Bixing shouted at people very familiarly: "Don't hide, I have seen you, how can you do this! I am such a talented person, you will use this insincere routine to circle me? There is no distinction at all, handsome guy. Your self-esteem has been shattered by you!"
There was a burst of snickering around, the upstairs window opened, and a woman in pajamas stuck her head out, laughing wildly.
"What are you laughing at?" Lu Bixing waved his hand like a joke, "Quickly apologize and throw two packs of cigarettes down!"
I heard the sound behind the window and squeezed out more heads. There are men and women, straight hair and curly hair. When you look around, they are colorful. Most of these people are disheveled and scratching their heads. They push me and laugh. After a while, he collected two packs of cigarettes of different brands, threw them downstairs, and smashed them into Lu Bixing's arms.
From the earth era to the new star calendar, "tobacco, alcohol, tea and sugar" are as old as human history. There are unimaginably expensive products that have added various black technologies, and there are handmade cigarettes that inherit history and are shoddy. The advertising picture on the cigarette case is of a playful man, twisting and twisting there, winking at the people outside. Inside is the inferior tobacco of the eighth star "special supply", which can be smelled through the package. The smell of tar, very spicy, the paper roll of the cigarette butt was still unbonded, and the little tail was trembling.
Lu Bixing took the cigarette, learned the posture of the man on the cigarette case, posed a pose, waved at Yingyingyanyan upstairs, and pulled up Lin Jingheng to continue walking: "You're welcome!"
Seeing that he was sensible and likable, the group of warblers who had been extorted for two packs of cigarettes collectively blew him a kiss.
Lin Jingheng has been pondering how to pull out his hand so as not to appear deliberate, very absent-minded, and watched the audience. At first, he thought that Lu Bixing, an interstellar dead house, had an acquaintance on Qixingxing. Later, Lu Bixing stuffed a pack of cigarettes. Realizing that something was wrong, and after walking about 100 meters, the General Lin from Votto came back and asked with a frown, "Wait, was that a blackmailing and prostitution gang just now?"
In the crowded downtown, some small buildings that look very serious are often hidden in the red light districts. The members of such small buildings are not well-qualified, and some people are not good at personal hygiene. Selling a body is not very popular, so he has to make a living by extorting and touching porcelain.
The routine is usually like this - first find someone to take a basin of water and wait at the window, and when you see someone who looks like a fat sheep passing underneath, you pour the water in the basin down. Then the building will drag people in under the name of apology, or use excuses such as "come in to dry clothes".
Then, the apology and condolences will become a trinity package of "drinking, slipping, and fairy jumping", which is guaranteed to scrape the last bit of oil and water on the "sticks".
Lu Bixing glanced back at Lin Jingheng, and stared at him for a moment, without holding back, he laughed: "General, your reaction is not half a beat, but half an opera!"
Lin Jingheng: ""
Today, he thought about the question of "where to go from where to go" all the way, and was stunned by philosophy. After driving out of the base, he was very out of state, half of his mind was empty, and he accidentally put it into space, but he didn't pay attention This is happening right under the nose.
Lu Bi keenly read General Lin's heart at this moment from his sunk face - presumptuous, courting death
"Hey, don't, don't, don't, leave, how can there be any reason to go back to find trouble?" Lu Bixing stretched out his arms and stopped him happily.
Looking at Lin Jingheng now, it can be said that he is quite irrational. He wears several layers of hormonal condensing filters. He is cute when he scolds and hurts others. Even his anti-social murderous look can be far-fetched. At this point, the aesthetics deviates greatly, like a menstrual disease.
"Today, there must be someone with a lucky star in their building, because the general walked away and picked up a bunch of dog lives in a confused way. What is this? The koi cigarette is good, but you can't ask for it, you see, there is actually a fortune teller, hurry up and ask for a few nice words while the good luck is on the way!"
Sitting under the broken shed was an old man in a turban, stooped like a full stop. In front of him was a lame table. On the table was a gossip picture. In the corner of the gossip picture was a pair of tarot cards that had been bitten by mice. , the old man has a neon sign on his head, which reads: Ancient Fate Divination.
Lu Bixing probed at the old man at the fortune-telling booth and shouted, "Grandpa, how much does it cost to watch fate?"
The old man gestured at him: "Twenty points for street tickets."
"I'll give you a hundred, we'll have a look." Lu Bixing poked a few times on the personal terminal, and jumped to the meter beside the old man at 100. He grabbed Lin Jingheng's shoulder with both hands and pushed him forward. , "Show this gentleman!"
I don't know how long the old man has set up a stall here. He is skinny and his business is not prosperous. He has only accumulated more than 200 points on the meter. Unexpectedly, Lu Bixing has been taken advantage of, and the accumulated points are just enough for him. Change to a nutrition needle that can last for several months.
The old man was overjoyed and held up his breaking card with both hands: "Sir, please draw a card and put it in the gossip center with the secret power of the universe."
Lin Jingheng: "What?"
Lu Bixing took an inch, quickly approached, grabbed his hand and drew a colorful card.
The old fortune teller took the money and performed with all his might. He quickly put the cards in his palm, recited a long scripture with a "humming buzzer", and said with great vigour, "Sir, I see from the card surface. In your glorious future, I see you abandon your doubts, traverse the fog, and return to your true self. You will finally gain the power given by fate, and you will find the answer you have been pursuing all your life. May all the light bless you."
Lin Jingheng clearly knew that the old man was talking nonsense, but when he heard the sentence "abandon doubts, go through the fog, and return to yourself", his heart suddenly moved, as if there was a rusty string that had been vacant for a long time and was gently blown by the breeze, making it hoarse chord sound. He raised his head, and for a moment wanted to ask "What is the answer I have been pursuing in my life?" The old fortune-teller gave him a flattering, toothless smile.
Lin Jingheng: ""
Without saying a word, he turned and walked away.
Lu Bixing chased after him with a smile on his face and asked, "Are you happy to hear that? General, have a smile."
Lin Jingheng put his hand back on his forehead, pushed the source of the noise back two steps, and walked away in his pocket.
The old man saved enough money to save his life, so he got up and sent them off with great gratitude. When Lu Bixing turned around and waved to him, the old fortune-teller took off his hat and showed his white hair trembling in the wind. With trembling hands, he turned over the card that Lin Jingheng had just drawn.
In the age of the ancient earth, the tarot divination culture once flourished like a meteor, and then it was fooled by a large group of half-assed people. Now, there is no inheritance at all. I bought it on the street stall for five dollars. It is a Tarot version of the "convenience card". I can use this to cheat. I don't need to memorize the thick manual of Tarot cards. —What each card stands for, they lazily summed it up in one word.
The old fortune teller opened his dim old eyes, put his face on the card, and saw the line in the lower right corner of the line of small characters that almost merged into the painting, which read—
"Tower: Doomed."
When the evening wind blew, the old fortune-teller shivered a bit, looked up at Lin Jingheng and the others, and saw that the two had already turned a corner and could no longer see them, so he struggled to get up, closed the stall, and exchanged for the life-saving nutritional needles. .
"There is also this kind of night market on Gloria Star," Lu Bixing exchanged a few oranges with others, peeling them as he walked, "there are also all kinds of scammers, the routines are similar, and fat sheep who don't know how to do it come in to join in the fun, like you— Everyone will be like the festival, they can trick people from one end to the other, and trick the whole street to party together. I used to hang out with them when I was a child, find a place to read, and watch them lie when I get tired. , someone ran over and rubbed me a little, and brought me a gadget."
Lin Jingheng: "Didn't you say that you were in bad health when you were a child, and the one-eyed eagle wouldn't even let you eat barbecue? He just watched you wandering around in this kind of place?"
"Of course it's impossible to run on the street," Lu Bixing said, handing the peeled oranges to Lin Jingheng, "My dad rented the small commercial street on Gloria Star, and the whole land behind it is also It belongs to him. The place is empty and empty. He built a small building. As soon as the window in the backyard is opened, you can touch the small animals raised by the entertainers. , I need rehabilitation, and I am very happy to hear the hustle and bustle outside when I practice walking in the house."
"I don't eat," Lin Jingheng waved his hand, "what's wrong with the legs?"
"I'm sick, I'll get better later." Lu Bixing answered briefly.
Lin Jingheng: "What's the specific disease?"
Lu Bixing's expression flashed, as if he didn't want him to ask this question, he had an idea, he said, "Lovesick, General, do you want to govern?"
Lin Jingheng: ""
Lu Bixing's attention quickly shifted elsewhere - he was trying to feed General Lin all kinds of things all the way, Lin didn't even look at it, but this orange was very expensive, and he got three words from him. Lu Bixing blinked, suddenly broke off an orange petal, and touched the corner of Lin Jingheng's mouth off guard, "It's very sweet."
Lin Jingheng: ""
"Don't you eat it? No, you don't even eat the oranges you kiss?" Lu Bixing tried to throw it into his mouth, "Okay, then I'll eat it myself."
This kind of teasing is very tempting, and Lin Jingheng took the unfortunate orange with his hands.
"General, many things exist to please you," Lu Bixing ran up the starship with his mouth full, "Look, oranges have worked hard all their lives to grow, and they have grown so large that they have secretly stored so many 'small' Capsules' in the orange petals, just wait for you to bite down when you are at their fullest, pouring the sweetness on your tongue, and the fruity scent everywhere - isn't this part of the love story in many movies? A person In order to please the person you like, carefully prepare a surprise such as fireworks, stars, fountains, etc., and then take the time to bring your sweetheart and show him just right. Everyone will be surprised and moved with the protagonist, but you Think about it carefully, is the orange also so pleasing to you? You are still so reluctant, aren't you living up to it? "
Lin Jingheng replied: "If you watch less of the mess, save some power for your brain, and you won't be short-circuited at any time."
However, although the words were sarcastic, his brows loosened. Lin Jingheng's taste buds seemed to be naturally dull. Before he knew it, he ate the whole orange and had a rare taste.
Lu Bixing followed him, a little elated, feeling that Lin Jingheng's very difficult question had finally been touched by him. He found that Lin often didn't even pay attention to the things he really didn't like, and that attention was very expensive, but deliberately refusing it meant that he didn't dislike it, and maybe even liked it, but it just didn't suit him. The behavior pattern and certain rules before shaking his head.
Reminiscent of Lin Jingheng's formal and diplomatic rhetoric when he rejected him, Lu Bixing now feels that he is the orange he kissed, so sweet that he just wants to roll all over the floor: "General"
At this moment, a heavy object suddenly smashed across the sky, rubbing Lu Bixing and hitting the glass window behind him. The glass window was immediately shattered, and the sharp slag flew everywhere. Lin Jingheng raised his hand and connected the mecha car. A special particle stream was shot from the personal terminal key of the , and the glass slag was scattered like a protective shield.
I saw that the heavy object that was smashed was half a brick. It was aimed at the head of a hawker with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. The man was carrying a package in his arms and was running around with his head and mouse. Without showing any hair, he threw out half a brick from a distance in his anger, and with too much force, the large hood wrapped around his head was torn off, revealing a face that could directly make a cameo appearance—the skin was so rotten , the flesh on his chin and lips has disappeared, revealing the white mandible, and blood and tears are still dripping from the corners of his eyes.
He didn't even know it was her, his voice was hoarse and rough as if it was covered with rust, and he roared piercingly: "You lied to me with fake medicine!"
The peddler who was chased and beaten was also frightened by the terrifying image of the other party. He sat on the ground with his buttocks upside down, his legs upside down several times, and changed his tune and screamed: "Rainbow virus! This person is infected with the rainbow virus!"
The "Rainbow Virus" is the eternal nightmare of the Eighth Galaxy. The trauma caused by the catastrophe back then will probably take at least hundreds of years and two generations to die before it can be subsided.
The hawker screamed out, and the whole street was fried, as if the plague had come, everyone suddenly changed color, screaming and running away. Lin Jingheng dragged Lu Bixing behind him, and the special particle stream of the mecha car key swept out a wind, blocking Lu Bixing: "You leave here first."
"It's okay," Lu Bixing grabbed his elbow, "I have antibodies on my body, it doesn't matter."
Lin Jingheng was taken aback: "What?"
When Lu Bixing was born, the rainbow virus had disappeared in the eight major galaxies of the alliance for many years. He was not a front-line soldier who had to deal with special circumstances. How could he have antibodies to the rainbow virus
Before he could think about it, Lu Bixing pointed at the skeleton-like man and said, "Lin, look at his shoulder!"
The hood that the man tore off exposed his neck and one shoulder. The clothes were so dirty that the background color could not be seen, and an epaulette could barely be recognized—it was the symbol of the Eighth Galaxy Administrative Center, and it was only found on the uniforms of civil servants!
As soon as Lu Bixing's voice fell, the skeleton man had already wrapped himself up, turned around and ran.
Lu Bixing raised his foot and chased after him: "Wait!"
Lin Jingheng: "Wait, do you really have antibodies?"
"I swear in your name," Lu Bixing said, "lying will keep me from chasing you for the rest of my life."
Lin Jingheng: ""
He didn't know for a moment how to react to this oath.
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