imperfections

Eighth galaxy.

Venus’ Galaxy City is in the transition from wet season to dry season. The temperature plummets, but the sky becomes clearer. The abundant water vapor in the soil has not had time to dissipate. When you are close to the urban green belt, you can smell the fragrance of flowers floating on the soil. .

It's a kind of lazy smell. It's been a season, and I'm tired of answering and ignoring it.

At this time, people are holding their personal terminals to check the news, and a large amount of information is surging back and forth over the city.When private cars are queuing up to the orbit, and when the robot is serving coffee in the restaurant, you can chat with the people around you at any time about the Great War in the Heart of the Rose and the guests who temporarily came to the eighth galaxy to rest.

The discussion on current affairs is too hot, and it feels somewhat panicky.

But the anxiety is gone, the food and drink are full and the chat is enjoyable, and those who should work go to work, and those who should go to school still go to school.In the eyes of those who have just come off the battlefield, there is a special kind of quiet time.

The natural wormhole area and the human coalition created a miracle. On the other side, the stars were darkened, and on this side, half ash did not float to the clean streets of Galaxy City.

Lu Bixing opened the curtains a gap, looked out the window, felt that the sky was too bright, so he closed it again, and put the coffee in his hand on the small cabinet beside the bed.

Although Zhan Lu frequently loses the chain on the battlefield, he is definitely a model worker in domestic service, and his ability to make coffee is even more extreme. Lu Bixing didn't like drinking this very much before. After Lin Jingheng came back, every day because he smelled it in his restaurant Lu Bixing was lured into changing the recipe because of the long-lasting fragrance.

The steam in the coffee cup floated towards the bed, Lu Bixing reached out and fanned it, so that the fragrance would permeate faster, hoping that the smell would wake up the person on the bed.

It's a pity that the gentleman is not greedy and indifferent.

Lin Jingheng suddenly fainted on the command ship, almost scaring off the guard who had just taken over the piloting authority.

The medical cabin made an emergency diagnosis, thinking that there was no disease in his body, but that it was caused by exhaustion.The main reason is soothing agent No. [-]. This new soothing agent is different from the one used by the league in the past. Lin Jingheng has never been in contact with it before. As soon as he meets him, he abuses it like an old friend, and it is difficult for his body to adapt to the new drug. The reaction is relatively large, which is normal.

One of Lin Jingheng's hands was hanging outside the quilt, and his personal terminal was always on, connected to the home medical cabin, which displayed his various indicators in real time.According to the record on his personal terminal, he has been in a coma for more than [-] hours since he got home, and he still has no intention of waking up.

Spread out next to the pillow is Ringer's handwritten notebook, a thick volume, opened by Lu Bixing early in the morning, and only read one-fifth of it.

Inheritance has its magic. In some details, Linger's handwriting is actually similar to that of Lin Jingheng. It can be seen between the lines that he is a steady and warm person. The writing is calm but not cold. It describes his apprehension before proposing marriage. It contains the sullen temperament of this family, which makes people smile knowingly after reading it.

Lu Bixing sat down by the bed, put away his notebook, stroked Lin Jingheng's face and looked at it for a moment.

In a dimly lit place, the lines on his face are more obvious, the bridge of the nose and the jaw line are very steep, the corners of the mouth are sharp, and although the center of the brow is not wrinkled, it is not completely relaxed, and there is an inconspicuous sense of tension.

Lu Bixing sighed, bent down and kissed him on the forehead: "Forget it, it's rare to take a rest for a while, you can sleep if you want."

There is a very old movie that said: "The world is nothing, we live in each other's hearts." (Note)

Therefore, in the spiritual world of a person, everyone who is unforgettable to him is like a shelter.

Some warmer, some darker.

Lin Jingshu is like a dilapidated shed where poor children live, with wind leaking from all sides, not warm and beautiful, but he has also felt the refined wind of Voto in it, and fell asleep with the sound of artificially controlled rain, which contains his origin, His childhood, gone, he can't go back.

Lu Bixing's palm slid down from his face, took one of his hands, pressed it on his chest, and thought wildly: "Fortunately, I'm here to take you in... But what if I treat you badly?"

As soon as this inexplicable thought came up, Lu Bixing's own heart started to tug.It seems that the person trapped between the mattresses is not the majestic commander of the ten silver guards, but a character who can shiver in the cold wind. Anyone can bully him, and anyone can hurt him.

Lu Bixing wrote and directed by himself, and made up a small theater in his head that had no basis in reality. He made himself into a villain who treated him badly. "I have already hurt myself so much that my ribs are sore and swollen.

At this time, Lin Jingheng was gently curled up by the fingers pressing on his chest.

Zhanlu's coffee with a compelling aroma failed to wake him up, but Director Lu's self-sufficient heartbeat might help.

As soon as Lin Jingheng opened her eyes, she saw his melancholy face, his frozen figure seemed to be waiting for someone to take a close-up: "...what are you doing?"

The "main prop" got through and called back Lu Bixing, who was wandering in mind, but although his sanity returned, the pain in his heart hadn't passed. Lu Bixing raised his hand, intertwined sticky fingers, and brought it to his mouth back and forth Kiss lightly, and reply in a low voice: "Shh... I'm busy looking at you, don't make trouble."

"..." Lin Jingheng couldn't enter his small theater, and he got goosebumps all over his body for no reason, "What did you eat wrong?"

He withdrew his hand suddenly and wanted to sit up, but just as he moved, his temple seemed to be pierced by something, he was so dizzy that it was difficult to rest on his neck, he snorted, and fell back again.

Lu Bixing hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"

"Dizzy." Lin Jingheng said vaguely, tossing and turning on the pillow a little anxiously, "Is this the aftereffect of that broken soothing agent or is it lying down...how long have I been lying down?"

Lu Bixing carefully lifted his back, slowly hugged him and sat up, letting him put his chin on his shoulder: "Is this more comfortable?"

The eucalyptus fragrance that Zhanlu loves is still on his shirt, which is cold and penetrating, and it soothes Lin Jingheng's brains that have been stirred into a pot of porridge. It diffused over, wrapping tightly around his body, soaking his cold skin bit by bit.

Lin Jingheng vaguely knew in her heart that many important things had happened, and there were still many important things to be dealt with urgently, but she just couldn't get up the energy to think about it, her mind was empty, and she only stayed in the present.

Then he heard Lu Bixing whispering in his ear: "Is it much better? I think you might have been handsome by me just now, and you won't be so dizzy if you can't see me."

Lin Jingheng: "Get lost."

Lu Bixing grabbed him and pushed his hand away, rolled sideways onto the bed, and pulled Lin Jingheng down: "I asked you on the mecha that day, and you haven't agreed to me yet."

Lin Jingheng didn't react, and asked slowly: "What?"

Lu Bixing asked seriously: "When do you plan to register with me?"

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Lu Bixing counted on his fingers: "The marriage registration office needs to collect a lot of information. You were not present in the previous censuses. I guess your information is incomplete and you may have to re-enter it. I will send the form to your personal terminal. Check it out. Is there anything that needs to be prepared in advance?"

Lin Jingheng: "What..."

Lu Bixing didn't care about him: "Then it's probably necessary to issue a statement to the public. Generally, important government officials should write a statement in their department, and attach a private statement at the end—I heard Thomas said that when you were in Silver Fortress, all the documents were pushed to the secretary. This time You have to write it yourself!"

Lin Jingheng: "When did I say..."

"In addition, my situation is a bit special, and it is not convenient for the breeding center to collect genes, but I have thought of an alternative plan."

Lin Jingheng was still trying to figure out what the "cultivation center" was, so Lu Bixing continued: "The person in charge of the cultivation center used to be from the engineering department. I can go through a little bit of the back door and ask for a set of equipment at home. Zhanlu can do it." Never mind, let Dr. Harden help check it out—by the way, do you like boys or girls? I like girls. In recent years, I don’t think I have so much time to take care of the two at the same time. If you have different opinions, we will have to guess the game. .”

Lin Jingheng's still fragile nerves were frightened, and her face was blank.

"Ah," Lu Bixing yelled strangely, "You don't like children like my mother, do you?"

Lin Jingheng's heart skipped a beat—it was the first time Lu Bixing said the word "my mother" since he knew his life experience.

"Then..." Lu Bixing stared at him for a while, then licked the corner of his mouth, "Why don't I sacrifice myself and sell myself to seduce me."

He didn't know when he entangled one of Lin Jingheng's legs, pressed his hand and slowly rubbed it over his body, and asked in a low voice: "Does it feel good, Commander? Say, give me whatever I want."

Lin Jingheng got a headache when she laughed, and had to take it back halfway through the smile: "Are you selling yourself or handing out leaflets, why don't others force you?"

Lu Bixing: "..."

Lu Bixing turned over angrily, and pressed his limbs on him: "It's not the time for you to take me captive on a small mech in broad daylight to do whatever you want! Smelly rascal, once you get it, you've had enough sleep Today I have to let you know what is forced buying and selling..."

Before he finished shouting, he received a letter from Li Fulan on his personal terminal.

Li Fulan: "Chief, all the commanders of the Central Army want to visit you, is it convenient now?"

The Battle of the Heart of Rose was extremely fierce, and the human coalition suffered heavy losses. No matter how the follow-up arrangements were made, the mechas must be maintained, supplies must be replenished, and people must rest. At this time, the first galaxy is shrouded in the shadow of artificial intelligence. Although Wool Husband claims that he is a peace-loving person, but since he is a big moth, no one dares to believe that the first galaxy is not a place to stay for a long time. They re-established a temporary communication network on both sides of the wormhole. A small group of people were guarded, and except for the people from the Anti-Ukraine Society who left without saying goodbye, the rest temporarily came to the eighth galaxy to settle down.

"This place is so..." Nagus looked at the central residential area, switched a few words in his mind, and finally said tactfully, "It's simple."

The central residential area is a group of small buildings, each with a small yard, which looks like an ordinary residential area. Needless to say, compared with the mansions of Voto's mountains and rivers, it is located in the land of snakes in these galaxies. It also belongs to the level of youth apartments.

"The eighth galaxy is newly built from the government to all kinds of infrastructure," Li Fulan said leading the way, "the background is not deep, there is not as big a family as Votto, and many government workers still eat enough for the whole family alone Status—but in the past two years, other central residential areas have been built one after another, and some families with a large number of people can move to a more spacious place... here we are."

The commander-in-chief of the fourth star system looked up at the small building and shook his head: "It's not as big as the living room of General Lu's house before. If nothing else, why should the chief executive have a mansion? Isn't it all important for domestic and foreign affairs, public and private meetings?" Reception in the office? It's outrageous."

"Galaxy City has a special reception area," Li Fulan said, "You are right, but there was no diplomacy in the eighth galaxy before, so it has been procrastinating, and people have started to mention this matter recently."

In fact, it was also mentioned before, but at that time Lin Jingheng disappeared, this small courtyard, which was only enough to turn around, was almost all of Lu Bixing, and the president would turn his face whenever someone touched this topic.

"'The home of General Lin and Engineer 001'," Nagus read out the house number, "Why, does Jingheng still live with him? It's not convenient. Doesn't it mean that the person he's looking for is also in the eighth galaxy Is it from the Self-Defense Forces? Don’t you feel ashamed when you see Shuai Lin’s cold face at home every day? How are you doing?”

Li Fulan coughed dryly, pretended to be deaf and dumb, and stepped forward to call the door: "Zhanlu, we're here."

The commander of the fifth star system suddenly realized something, and grabbed Nagus. Nagus didn't know why: "Why are you dragging me? You're winking, Old Bu, you have something to say."

The old commander of the fifth galaxy: "..."

The humanoid Zhanlu with a golden python hanging around his neck ran to open the door. His strange aesthetics shocked the elderly guests again. It took Lu Bixing less than 5 minutes to introduce the structure of his home to the guests. Clear, it is convenient.

Nagusi looked around and asked him, "Is Jingheng awake, how is it?"

"It's okay, it's still the problem of soothing agent No. [-]. He woke up for a while in the morning, and then the medical cabin prescribed two pills for him, and fell asleep again after taking it."

Nagus nodded. His main purpose was not to greet Lin Jingheng. The guy didn't go through any storms, and he couldn't die anyway. Lin Jingheng was just mentioned as an introduction.Nagusi rubbed his knee twice with his big hand, and asked as naturally as possible: "Then... who is that? Is your guy not at home now?"

Lu Bixing: "At home."

Nagusi opened his slender eyes to the maximum, and waited expectantly for his next words, but saw that Lu Bixing calmly took the teacup from Zhanlu's hand and distributed it to everyone, and there was no more words.

The handsome old cloth of the fifth star system poked Nagusi again with his elbow. Nagusi raised his hand and pulled him away. He couldn't help but asked, "Where's that person?"

Lu Bixing raised his head innocently: "I fell asleep after taking the medicine, didn't I just say that?"

Nagus: "..."

All the veterans of the Central Army: "..."

There seemed to be a waist-thick thunderbolt flashing over the chief's living room, and a loud bang shattered the ceiling. The "stable" silver first guard General Li Fulan sat down like a bell and lowered his eyes, as if silently mourning.

The author has something to say: Note: The movie is "The Wind and Rain Harvard Road"