imperfections

Chapter 201 Extra Story 4 Wedding Night Chapter

Sorrow should relieve sorrow, joy should be full of joy, sorrow and joy are intertwined, and it is difficult to express, so we have no choice but to stay drunk.

In the second half of the wedding, the champagne prepared by Zhanlu was actually not enough, and Lin Jingheng's wine storage was temporarily brought in to save the scene. Of course, there are all kinds of wine storage, so everyone can only mix various wines and drinks together, which doubles the effect.It didn't take long for the guests in formal dresses to fly away one by one, as if they had realized the prototype of demons and ghosts.If it is said that at the beginning, everyone still deliberately wanted to bring the topic to the light, but by now, many people have begun to distinguish between ghosts and people, and they don't know what the day is.

"Old Zheng, what are you so good at? Do you know why you were selected as the general's personal guard?" Nagus threw himself on Zheng Di unsteadily.

Commander Zheng Di of the Central Army of the second galaxy has been crushed in the heart of the rose, and now there is only a ray of projection to go to the banquet. Of course, Nagus rushed to the sky, but he had a good sense of balance, and slid half a circle around the round table , actually maintained the independent posture of the golden rooster, and did not fall.

"The general drank too much that day, so drunk that he walked... just like me, sticking to the wall, kissing the wall all the way, seeing people double, pointing to one at random, and taking it away, when you wake up After a look, well, his nose was crooked... He found that he had chosen a flagpole and stood in the corps. He had one more head than the others and was three centimeters taller than the general himself! If you poke it in the square, it is probably only worthy of flying the pirate flag."

Commander Zheng in the projection stood up in response, showing his height that surpassed all others.

"Why are you still spreading rumors in front of me?" Lu Xin protested, "Who said he is three centimeters taller than me, huh? Is there any official information? Are there any photos? Da Zheng, don't be ashamed, just sit down for me!"

The whistleblower Nagusi drank the sixth glass of red wine. He floated and his soul flew into space. He stepped on the chair and let out a thunder: "Because our general's height is a false report, hahahahaha ...After Lao Zheng came, he placed an order overnight, and made custom-made inner heightening for the military boots of himself and the guards... Hiccup!"

White walked over with crabbed steps, holding a bottle cap, pretending to be a camera, and pointed at Nagusi to "shoot", and muttered: "The greatest general in the alliance, Lu Xin, is suspected of falsely reporting his height, which is a moral decline. , or the trauma of the times..."

As he was talking about falling, Lin Jingheng hooked a chair with his feet and caught the wobbly White. Suddenly, he felt that the image of General Lu was not so tall.

Not to be outdone, Lu Xin said, "As long as you have a mouth, you can speak, okay——Nagus, tell me the story of your own graduation from the military academy that was postponed for one year because your weight was not up to the standard."

In the projection, General Duke of the Frontier Guard of the First Galaxy hurriedly said: "The general is right!"

Ankelu, who died inexplicably, followed closely: "Be honest!"

...Everyone followed Lu Xin through the inner Zenggao, it can be seen from this.

"This is the loss of morality... Bah, I was taken away by that kid. This is a pathological social value," Nagus raised the empty glass above his head, and beat his chest a few times with one hand, "Too Air Force, high mental strength and good health? I’m not overweight, I’m just a little bit fitter than the standard.”

Lin Jingheng: "Does one point mean eight kilograms?"

Nagus: "..."

"Your name is on Dr. Lance's list. I have investigated the files of each of you in detail." Lin Jingheng paused and added, "It's really not much, it's just the weight of a roast suckling pig."

"Alliance Military Commission, unhealthy trends! Weight management has become a rigid target! What positive impact does this have on society? How is it different from barbaric primitives with corseted bones and anorexia?" Nagusi was furious, "Two or three A hundred-year-old marshal must control his diet, is there any reason?"

Someone at the scene sprayed alcohol and collectively looked up at the attic.

Marshal Woolf's projection landed under a potted palm tree in the attic. He paused and raised a glass downstairs—except for the last period of his life, when he was trapped in the illusion of "Queen of the Night" Dying, Woolf's public image has been consistent for decades, thin, sharp, and unsmiling.

"As people get older, their metabolism slows down, their arms and legs are old, and it is difficult to maintain the amount of exercise they did when they were young," Woolf said unhurriedly. "After two hundred years old, I mainly rely on nutritional supplements to replace diet. Precise control of intake can also eliminate appetite."

"What a coincidence," Lin Jingshu, the former beauty of Watto, interjected with a smile, "I don't like to sweat myself. Have you tried supplementary drugs to improve metabolism? I have used two brands, and they are both good."

"That's for you young people," 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 in misery, dying from overnourishment'."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

These two life and death enemies sat together and discussed diet and weight loss, almost with a sense of seriousness.

"You are overnourished, but we are starving!" - This is Edward, who never forgets to worry about the country and the people after his death.

Woolf: "My apologies."

"Paying too much attention to packaging and appearance is originally a trick of consumerism. Consumerism is a leg of Eden, and even the generals are coerced into it, which shows that Eden's mind control is quite successful." ——This is Lao, who is holding his head and absent-mindedly Dr. La Gedden.

"Consumption? The general never consumes. The general is a stingy guy. Every time it is his turn to pay, he invites us to eat at the supply station cafeteria." ——This is Commander Nagus who dug his old boss's grave when he was drunk.

"There's nothing wrong with paying attention to your appearance. Didn't you recruit a lot of good-looking recruits?" Tulan was so cowardly, he ran to Lin Jingheng and stood at attention, hiccupping, "Report!"

Lin Jingheng: "Don't say it, get out."

"I want to say! General, you are tied up by a dress today, and you can't cut my hair, hehehe." Turan said nonsense, "Report! On this festival..."

Two brothers, Posson Yang and Thomas Yang rushed forward and dragged her away from left to right: "What kind of festival is it? Is it the wine madness festival?"

Turan's upper body was dragged a meter away, and his legs were pawing on the ground relentlessly: "On this... festive season, general, general, I have a long-cherished wish, I just want to touch your face, listen Said that Yevgenia insured your face with one hundred thousand first star coins... one hundred thousand... ah! Let me touch it!"

Lu Bixing appeared from nowhere, grabbed Turan's paw with one hand, and dragged Bayer with the other. With a crisp sound, he stuck Turan's paw to Bayer's face, and said generously, "Touch whatever you want."

Bayer's face instantly "matched red" with the wine in the glass, his body froze, and his soul flew away.

Lu Bixing, who had hidden his achievements and fame, was quickly dragged to the other side by another wave of guests.

It wasn't until the dew fell that the "flower boys" seemed to be lifted from the curse. The mecha cores of the ten famous swords went through a night of "labor reform". 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 bays will be ready to automatically soak the drunk person in a sobering and sleeping potion .

Everyone left, only the projections were left. When the guests were full, I didn't feel that it would be deserted. When I looked again, I suddenly felt that the projections who were still sitting in the courtyard became fake.

After seeing off the guests, Lu Bixing drank the glass of ice water that Zhanlu handed him, and took a long breath: "It's so tiring to invite relatives and friends to have a meal, how do you manage such a serious wedding... Jingheng Woolen cloth?"

Lin Jingheng probably felt restrained, so she took off her dress coat and put it on a chair, but no one was there.

Lu Bixing: "How much did he drink? Did he find a place to vomit?"

The housekeeping robots were mobilized and began to clean up the mess. The night wind swept over the decorative plants, and the branches and leaves rustled as they descended from a high place. Lu Bixing raised his head as if feeling something.

Lin Jingheng stretched her legs on the roof of the attic and sat on a small wooden chair. The view here is very good, the starry sky is bright and clear, and you can see the roofs of many neighbors. It became a terrace, and some caring people built a small ecological garden in their homes. Occasionally, a few cats flew past the eaves with their tails cocked, and went home after patrolling the territory.

"I didn't notice it before. It's really cramped here. I don't know a cat ran into the backyard that day and beat the snake raised by Zhanlu. It's so scared that it doesn't dare to come out of the house now. He said in a low voice, "I remember that in Watto, the thirty hectares were all my family's private land."

Lin Jingshu's projection sat down side by side with him: "The palm tree in the corner has a bad temper, and its voice is so loud, it's too noisy."

Lin Jingheng turned her head and glanced at her, vaguely having the illusion of returning to her childhood.

At that time they had a big house, far away from the downtown area, and the only living things in the house were the two of them and a ghost-like father, and sometimes they might not see Lin Wei for ten days and a half months.The artificial intelligence makes the garden exquisite and cold. Whenever there is wind, the plants will whisper like ghosts. Match them with words.

Lin Jingheng: "...Are you arguing with the pocket coconuts around you?"

"The flowering plants in the flower bed downstairs." Lin Jingshu's eyes passed through the green curtain hanging down from a row of spider plants, and landed in the deserted garden. The artificial intelligence was clearing the field, and the projections disappeared one by one. Why, only she is still there, "It said that lavender has body odor, and Phalaenopsis is too thickly painted, and it is impossible to see it when you get close. White roses are a rabble, and they have to be mixed together in groups to have a trick, otherwise they are like kneading Crumpled snot wipes."

A smile flashed across Lin Jingheng's face, and then he became lonely again.There was a deep and soft female voice, even a little bewitching, which was different from the clear and clear child voice in his memory. He was silent for a while, then turned on his personal terminal, and a projection of a necklace bounced on his wrist.

On the white gold chain, there is a small unicorn made of mother-of-pearl and colored gemstones, shining a circle of soft fluorescence.

Lin Jingshu opened her eyes wide.

"I remember you had one when you were young." Lin Jingheng seemed a little uncomfortable, looking away, "This is..."

He carefully prepared it, drew it bit by bit according to his memory, and asked someone to customize it according to his drawing.I originally wanted to give it to her at her wedding, but at the end of the day, I was afraid that it would stir up her redundant childhood memories, which seemed to violate his original intention of protecting her by deliberately alienating her. After much deliberation, I decided to deduct this necklace from the gift. up.

"Yes...I bought it casually when I was on a business trip," Lin Jingheng said in a nonchalant tone habitually, "I never thought of giving it to you, at the bottom of the box at the Silver Fortress."

Later, it was probably turned into space junk in the bombing of pirates.

"It just so happens that you are here, take it away." With a wave of Lin Jingheng's hand, the necklace flew out of his personal terminal and landed in the palm of the projector Lin Jingshu, and the two projectors were connected together intelligently.

"Thank you brother." Lin Jingshu had a smile like a little girl on her face, put it on immediately, took out the mirror, posed at several angles, and turned to ask him excitedly, "Does it look good?"

Lin Jingheng smiled at first, but soon, that smile faded: "Zhanlu, you don't have to do this."

There is no need to model, Lin Jingheng also knows that she will not react like this when she receives the necklace, she has not loved unicorns for a long time, and she will not shake hands with him.She is not a person who looks forward and backward. She has already seen through the ending since she took a fork in the road on the first day.This is obviously because Zhanlu broke the setting and made it 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 dissipated into the air without moving.

"It's not Zhanlu, it's me."

Lu Bixing did not know when he went up to the attic, came over and hugged him from behind, and rested his chin on his shoulder, a clear scent of wine permeated with his breath, and it was still warm.

Lin Jingheng sighed.

"how?"

Lin Jingheng: "It's nothing, let's go into the house after cleaning 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 tell the truth, and you would pretend to be coaxed by me, right? I hate it."

Lin Jingheng paused, no one dared to spread his virtues endlessly in front of him, so all the wine drunk by the guests went into Lu Bixing's stomach, which made him somewhat delirious. It was very frustrating to dismantle it, so he clinged to him unreasonably, acted like a baby by drinking, buried his face on his shoulder and rubbed around, muttering unhappy.

"Hey……"

"Why is your shirt so hard?" Lu Bixing frowned dissatisfied, and before Lin Jingheng could answer, he opened his mouth and bit him, "I hate it."

Lin Jingheng hissed, pinched his chin, and lifted his face.

"With you as mine, why should I pretend?"

"I... what did you say?"

"It's time to sleep, aren't you tired?"

"Say it again." Lu Bixing rushed after him, "Say it clearly!"