imperfections

Chapter 138

After Lu Bixing returned to the eighth galaxy, he took a scapegoat from the soothing agent No. [-] and took a day off sick.

But everyone reluctantly let him rest for a night, and soon couldn't hold back, and all kinds of information began to bombard the chief.

There were too many things that had to be done while waiting for the landing—he had to arrange ten silver guards as a matter of urgency. This was a major adjustment of the military defense system, and it definitely couldn't be done by simply signing a letter of appointment from the chief.

At the same time, he had to immediately assess the external situation, and then make adjustments to various strategies and future development plans in the galaxy. The unexpected contact between the Heart of the Rose and the Alliance Army made the expected reconnection of the eighth galaxy with the outside world at least earlier. In 50 years, a lot of work has to be overthrown and restarted.

Compared with these, such news as "The Interstellar Expeditionary Team has made significant progress in natural wormhole technology", "Chief Lu is actually the posthumous son of General Lu Xin", which is usually worth the fuss of the entire galaxy, has been squeezed into the Gossip entertainment section.

As for Lin Jingheng, he was imprisoned in the space prison for 16 years, and even the ten silver guards around him were hastily assembled.

But no matter where he went, he would come back on time in the evening.

On the first day, when Lin Jingheng went out to see Turan, it was just getting dark, and Lu Bixing couldn't read any words. Soon, this discomfort quickly reflected on his body. He seemed to have swallowed a piece of lead in his stomach. And stuck there firmly, constantly squeezing the surrounding internal organs, Lu Bixing couldn't help it, avoided the sensitive home medical cabin, sneaked to the bathroom to vomit, and strictly ordered Zhanlu, who likes to complain, not to talk anymore The talkativeness did not ease until Lin Jingheng came back.

He tossed and turned all night, like a miser, recalling what Lin Jingheng had said to him hundreds of times, and at the same time deliberating what he wanted to ask hundreds of times, unexpectedly he still underestimated the cunning of a certain person, The answer Lin Jingheng gave him was similar to this——

"Why are you on an unnamed planet in the sixth galaxy?"

"Someone took my eco-pod from the explosion site."

"Who?"

"Men from the Pirate Freedom Legion."

"Why were the Pirate Freedom Legion people there? Why did they take you away? Why..."

Lin Jingheng raised a finger to his mouth: "Shh, this is tomorrow's story."

He seems to have made up his mind to bury all the things in the past 16 years deep in the ground, and only let him shovel away a little bit of soil every day to get a glimpse of the truth.Soon, those things that Lu Bixing deliberately avoided and didn't want to look at became things that he had to fight wits and insinuations every day to get more words.

Lu Bixing also discovered that Lin Jingheng has a fixed time to go home every day, no matter where he goes or what he does, even if he leaves Kaixingxing to go to an alien planet, he will come back on time.

The space battlefield changes rapidly, and the commander's grasp of time will affect the direction of the battle. Lin Jingheng is a person who uses precision to the extreme. Therefore, General Lin's "punctuality" is accurate to the second. Whether Lu Bixing is at home or not, every day, he The moment the door lock was swiped, the three hands of the decorative antique clock in the living room were all in the same position. If they were not there, it was usually a problem with the clock—Lin Jingheng and the eighth galaxy time on the personal terminal were synchronized.

It's almost like the little man playing the piano that tells the hour on the clock.

In less than a week, Lu Bixing felt that he had become Pavlov's dog and was about to be trained by him. Every day when the mysterious time was approaching, half a minute earlier, the "click" of the second hand would become very obvious , his heartbeat will speed up involuntarily, and sometimes he will have a little difficulty in breathing. At this time, he can't hear him when he says something else, and then the countdown ends, and there will be a sound like Zhanlu's regular alarm at the door: "Welcome back, sir."

In the beginning, Lu Bixing often slept restlessly at night, and his sleep time was short, and he was often awakened two or three times a night for no reason.Once Lin Jingheng found out, she clasped his fingers and put them on her body.

The biochip will strengthen the five senses of a person. Even in the dark night, Lu Bixing can see clearly. The person touched by his fingertips pulls him out of nightmares, and then he can see the quiet profile of that person when he opens his eyes. Holding my breath, I stared at Lin Jingheng for a long time without thinking about anything.

Waking up in the middle of the night suddenly became a less painful thing.

But Lin Jingheng will not stay with him on the bed all the time, sometimes he stretches out his hand to touch the space, but the remaining warmth is still there. At this time, he often hears birds chirping from outside the window, which means that it is almost dawn, but it is still early. Close your eyes and rest for a while... If the quilt is also cold, it means that he is about to be late.

Lin Jingheng used an unusually strong sense of rhythm and took advantage of time to drive a wedge into Lu Bixing, who had been in the dark for more than ten years.

For people, migratory birds, and animals that make great migrations at fixed times, biological clocks have a hidden and strange power.It's like flowing water that spreads around and meets a river, it will flow down naturally.If a person's sense of rhythm is strong enough, what he draws on the ground will involuntarily affect other people.

One day, before six o'clock in the morning, the headquarters of Galaxy City suddenly called the chief because of an urgent document. Lu Bixing held a phone meeting the night before until midnight, and slept very late. He tidied himself up, opened the closet, and took out two sets of shirts and trousers.In a state of no consciousness, he folded one of the sets and placed it on the bedside.

The tie was half tied before Lu Bixing came to his senses. He suddenly turned his head and stared at the shirts neatly placed on the empty bedside with an incomprehensible look. He was stunned for a long time.

At this moment, Lin Jingheng, who came back from morning exercise, just opened the door and came in. Seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed, she reached out and pressed his forehead heavily, messing up his hair, then picked up the clothes on the bed and went into the bathroom .

One of the two people was not awake, the other was covered in sweat, and they passed by in a hurry without talking, but suddenly it was so real.

Lu Bixing heard the sound of water, and then he slowly touched the head of the bed where he put his clothes just now, as if confirming that the things he had put there just now had been taken away, then bent down, and deeply smelled the breath on the pillow.Lu Bixing thought as if waking up from a dream: "He really came back."

Before Lin Jingheng had time to dry his hair, the bathroom door was suddenly opened from the outside. Immediately afterwards, Lu Bixing grabbed his waist and pressed him against the steamy wall involuntarily.The brute force given by the biochip was a bit too much, but Lin Jingheng didn't resist, just looked at him quietly.

For the first time in such a long time, Lin Jingheng saw more intense emotions in those eyes full of depression and pain, like sparks jumping up suddenly in the dark night.

Lu Bixing asked: "You went to the Heart of Rose that day, but it wasn't because of the conflict between the alliance and the pirates, right? You wanted to come back, right... What did you come back for?"

He just traced back to who the Freedom Legion was yesterday, and through the clues, he felt that the owner of the Freedom Legion might have a lot to do with Lin Jingheng. Today, he should have continued to ask this topic, but suddenly he messed up the order .

"Yes, it's a coincidence. I didn't know what happened until it was almost here—the second question," Lin Jingheng paused, and then he said, "You."

Before the end sound landed completely, a kiss came down. At first it was reserved and full of tentativeness, and then it quickly became presumptuous. The presumptuousness went too far, and there was a little pain between tossing and turning, like scratching on the apex of the heart. The bathroom The abundant water vapor in the room quickly condensed on the wall, wet the chief's clean and straight cuffs, and the temperature rose sharply unexpectedly. Lin Jingheng patted his stiff and tense back lightly, feeling the silent, "no" The 16 years that I couldn't even cry.

At this moment, Zhan Lu's voice suddenly sounded: "Principal Lu, the Yinhe City base called again, asking if you have already set off, and how long will it take to arrive?"

Lu Bixing: "..."

He looked like he wanted to swear a bad word, but he used the vocabulary so much that he couldn't recall it for a while.

Zhan Lu asked "understanding": "Do you need me to push for you for two hours?"

Why do we need an electronic butler with such a high level of intelligence in a family where there are no old, weak, sick and disabled who cannot take care of themselves, and two big men who are neither old nor young?

Isn't a multifunctional housekeeping robot enough?

Repairing Zhanlu's spiritual network and restoring his mech's core functions are probably on the agenda.

The entire Galaxy City was extremely busy.

It was Thomas Yang who was heartlessly happy.

Since the official appointment has not yet come down, of course the classified military industry and technology cannot be casually watched, but the public museum near Galaxy City is enough for him to linger.

The museum is not actually a popular science base, it was built to commemorate the Civil War.But for a senior mecha engineer, just walking around in the mechas of the eight galaxies can roughly estimate their depth, not to mention the real war video data.

The engineering department sent a young man to be his tour guide. The tour guide is called "White". He is a thin and small person with a very active and active thinking.

Thomas Yang praised him: "If you are in the first galaxy, your level is enough to get an excellent graduate in Ulan College."

White said nonchalantly: "Didn't you say that the outstanding graduates of Wulan College have to fight for their fathers? My father can't do it, but the school I go to is also the best in the eighth galaxy."

Thomas Yang asked curiously: "What is the best school in the eighth galaxy?"

"Xinghai Academy," White puffed out his chest, "The principal is Chief Lu, the first laboratory system is Zhan Lu, and the first school director is General Lin."

Thomas Yang began to nod repeatedly, and couldn't help being surprised when he heard the last one: "This...your school's financial situation...sounds like it's not very rich."

White waved his hand: "The eighth galaxy is so poor that we are not the only ones. It has just gotten better in the past few years-Captain of the Three Guards, you should be interested in the previous things. It is a display of some new technologies in the Civil War. Of course, only civilian use is on display. of."

Thomas Yang looked at the same thing and was amazed: "When others fight wars, civilization will go backwards, and you have achieved results?"

"The situation is compelling," White said, "President Lu said that the most unique resource of the eighth galaxy is that there are many natural planets. After so many years and such difficult times, everyone has worked hard to maintain the planetary ecology. If it is really destroyed In our hands, no one is a sinner 10 years after death. At that time, the engineering department was the direct descendant of Mr. Lu. Before these people were picked in, they were originally in charge of maintenance on major man-made bases and natural planets. They all understood what he meant. , The 'distant planetary defense mechanism' was driven out day and night by them at that time."

Thomas Young said, "It's only been ten years."

More than ten years ago, when people outside ridiculed who was inferior and illiterate, the eighth galaxy would always be pulled out for a walk. Ten years later, the best mecha engineer of the silver third guard, in the eighth Look up at piles of glorious history at the foot of the galaxy.

"From the beginning of the nineteenth century to the AD in the ancient earth era, many great changes did not even take ten years." White said calmly, "We are just struggling to survive on our own one-third of an acre of land."

The museum is not big, and soon came to the end, White said: "Captain Yang Guards, chatting with you is very pleasant, you are the second captain of the Silver Ten Guards I know, and I hit it off better than General Turan."

"What's so good about being with Turan, be careful of your chastity," Thomas Yang smugly smeared his colleagues, "I'll introduce you to other people another day... Well, there is actually nothing to get to know, Baiyin is a hypocrite, and Baiyin is a general I'm a fan of brains, and I will flatter all day long. Silver Six doesn't seem to exist, and the sense of existence is almost equal to zero. Every time I nod in a meeting, I have to miss them in the first round. Silver Ten, that's a bunch of sluts. As for Silver Nine, like their boss, he is not a good person... You know that slut in Turan told me that our general had an affair with Mr. Lu—our general... Hahaha, the number one in the alliance back then Sexual frigidity, what do you think she thinks?"

White didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Thomas Young asked White: "By the way, do you want to meet Dr. Harden, the first owner of the Alliance White Tower? Our general picked it up from somewhere. He is an old man who likes to chat with others."

White's eyes lit up: "Is that okay? In our first lesson at school, Mr. Lu talked about the Garden of Eden."

Thomas Young: "He was discharged from the hospital today, let's go!"

Because Dr. Harden was too old, he stayed in the hospital for more than half a month after the long interstellar journey, and he was just accepted by Lin Jingheng to the residence arranged by the eighth galaxy. As soon as Lin Jingheng had a good attitude, Dr. Harden was kind He has the illusion of "the weasel giving the chicken New Year's greetings", and he always feels that he is either asking for something or harboring evil intentions.

After listening to Lin Jingheng's report on Lu Bixing's situation, Dr. Harden was silent for a moment: "The Nuwa project was successful in the eighth galaxy, are you sure?"